#or I’ll just write a bunch of short stories ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[manicpanicpixienightmare]

I think it would be interesting to have an isekai where the newly-transmigrated protagonist goes to sell/buy information from Fantasy Google (information guild) only to discover that the guild master is *also* a transmigrator from a different timeline.

Rotating the idea in my brain.

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 3: The Bar

HI! I was so afk;sdlj to hear from you lovelies on my last chapter... you don’t even understand:)))

I'm probably taking this in a direction y'all weren't expecting but it's what I felt like in the moment. I hope you stick around to see where this story is going :) aka more smut to come but imma make you wait  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: The realization of what the reader has just done finally dons on her, and she becomes a bit overwhelmed

Warnings: swearing, am I writing how I, personally, would react??? 🤔🤔🤔

Words: 1.5k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 2

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You were exhausted. Despite the mind-blowing romp with Billy at the start of your shift, the rest of your night was a shit-show. There was a code blue and the patient didn’t make it. It wasn’t one of your own, but the loss is still always hard. You had to take on the other nurse’s patients while she dealt with the paperwork and debrief. You felt like you hadn’t sat down all night.

You had sent Billy a flirty response to his text, telling him that he better not stop thinking about you. He had sent a simple ;) but nothing else. That was okay with you. All you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep, and not think about what you had gotten yourself into.

When you got home, you stripped off your scrubs and turned on the water in your shower. You stayed under the warm spray for a few more minutes than you usually would. After you finished your shower, you looked at your body in the mirror. Little bruises from Billy’s hands bloomed on your hips, hickeys were scattered across your neck. You grinned as you traced a bruise by your jaw. You hadn’t had to deal with these suckers since college, and receiving them from a guy like Billy... well, it made your insides burn.

Before you could get too caught up in the memory, you decided it was time to go to bed. You threw on some comfy shorts and a long sleeve cotton shirt. You put on your eye mask to block the remaining light that your curtains couldn’t so you could try to catch some sleep.

***

When you woke up, you checked your phone for the time. It was around 1:30pm. You also had a text. From Billy. You turned your phone face down and stretched your arms over your head, trying to contain the grin that was taking over your face. When your excited heart rate slowed, you picked your phone back up and clicked on the text notification.

12:00pm Let me buy you a drink. You free at 8:30?

You bit your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

1:34pm Thought you were going to call me?

1:40pm Didn’t want to wake a sleeping beauty. I do know how hospital shifts work, little lady

You blushed. Over a text, you blushed. Why did this man make you feel this way?

1:41pm I told you that you were a nice guy ;)

1:45pm Is that a yes to drinks, then?

1:46pm I’m free. You felt good sending that text.

1:50pm I’ll pick you up. What’s your address?

Normally, you just walked, took a taxi, or the subway. Giving him your address, was that really smart? You were chewing on your lip as you debated your next text. You’d tell him, and you’d also tell your best friend what you were doing tonight. That way if anything went wrong... You doubted that it would, though. Billy seemed like a genuinely nice person.

So, you texted him the address of your apartment building, but not the room number. That was at least a little smart. Then you texted your bestie and let her know that you were going out on a date with a guy you didn’t know well but he seemed really nice. She sent you a bunch of surprised emojis, then said she’d expect to hear from you by midnight and if she didn’t, she’d call the cops, the FBI, homeland security. You shook your head at her drama.

You went through your day with excitement burning in your chest. After finishing with your dinner, you went to your closet to find something to wear. You were so nervous. All he’d seen you in were your scrubs, and those were far from flattering. You know he already found you attractive, and you normally didn’t show yourself off, but you wanted to snaz yourself up. You hadn’t gone out with anyone since college. You picked out your nicest black jeans, a red bodysuit, and your black leather jacket.

You anticipated at least some kissing, so you didn’t bother with more than tinted lip balm. You brushed on some eyeshadow and mascara, then covered the circles under your eyes. You debated covering up the hickeys, but decided against it. You thought it would be hot if he saw his marks on you. You knew he left them for people to see. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You pulled on your black high-heeled ankle boots and grabbed your purse before you left your apartment.

You waited down in the lobby and checked your phone when it buzzed.

8:30pm The car’s out front. Black Escalade. My driver’s name is Jack. He’ll drive you to the bar

You frowned. 8:30pm You’re not with him? :(

8:31pm There was something that came up, but I’ll be waiting for you.

8:31pm Promise.

You sighed. 8:32pm Okay.

You exited your building and saw a man standing beside a black Escalade. He saw you approaching.

“Y/N?” He asked. You nodded. “I’m Jack. Mr. Russo sends his regrets, but he’ll meet you at the bar. Are you ready to go?”

You looked up and down the street before looking back at the young man. “Yes.”

Jack opened the back passenger door for you and you got in.

The drive was silent. You hated it. You felt so weird. This felt... practiced. Wrong. You frowned as you stared out the window. You suddenly became very overwhelmed. What the fuck was even happening right now? What were you doing?

When you got to the bar, you didn’t wait for Jack to open the door. You got out yourself and walked into the bar. You scanned the crowd for Billy. He was sitting at a high table against the wall across from the bar, and smiled and waved you over when he saw you.

You couldn’t seem to return his smile, but made your way over to him.

He stood up when you got to the table and reached for your hip. You let him pull you in to drop a kiss to your cheekbone. “You look absolutely stunning.” He whispered in your ear.

His voice was melting you, but you tried to hold your resolve.

He pulled your chair out for you and you sat down. Well, you’d put it as plunked. You plunked down, and crossed your arms over your chest.

He raised an eyebrow at you as he took his seat opposite you. “What’s the matter?”

Your eyes scanned his before you spoke. You couldn’t hold your tongue. “How many girls have you sent cars for?”

He looked stunned. “Excuse me?”

“How many times have you sent a car to fetch someone for you?” You asked coldly.

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t really think that concerns you.” His voice was dark.

“Doesn’t it? That felt so weird, Billy. Sitting in the back of that car, going to some undisclosed location.” Your voice betrayed you, sounding more hurt than you intended.

His face softened. “I wanted to keep the bar a surprise, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I can see why.” It was probably the fanciest bar you’d ever been in. Your arms tightened across your chest. “I just feel wrong.”

Billy’s eyes searched your face, observed your body language. “What happened to the fiery little lady from last night?” He asked gently.

Your shoulders sagged. “I don’t know. I’m not normally like that.” You rubbed your fingers across your forehead. “I still can’t believe that I did that, last night.”

“So, you regret it.” Billy slouched back in his chair. He looked defeated, and you didn’t like that.

You sat forward and reached across the table to touch his arm gently. “No, I don’t. I just think that I need to figure out what’s going on here before I get myself into trouble.” You said honestly.

“I can respect that,” he nodded.  

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Your past relationships or girls you’ve seen is none of my business. It was stupid of me to say anything.” You said sheepishly.

Billy took your hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay. But to answer your question, I’ve never sent a car for anyone. I don't think there are many girls like you, Y/N.” His eyes were so dark, you felt like they were consuming you.

You felt your cheeks flush now. “Oh.” You said absently.

“I won’t do that again, though. I’m sorry.” He said. He let go of your hand and you immediately missed the contact.

You shook your head in dismissal. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I never want to make you uncomfortable.”  

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Thank you.”

“You intrigue me, Y/N. I want to get to know you. How about we start there, and see where it goes?” Billy said.

You nodded, smile growing. “I’d like that.”

***

Author’s note: pleaseee let me know what you think :)

Chapter 4

[shieldsfilemistress]

Recommend us 5 cartoons/anime 

Okay this one is getting a separate post instead of the ask just because I ramble when I recommend this shit.

5. Sailor Moon

Listen this is my “binge watch like 20 episodes in a row” show because it’s just fun to watch. The characters are great, the villains are weird as shit, and it’s just good ol’ fashioned fun that will occasionally rip your heart out and then go on like nothing happened. I also got the drunkest I’ve ever been in my life angrily drinking while watching one of the dubbed movies once, so it should be on this list for that alone.

Favorite Episode: There’s one where Chibiusa befriends the Loch Ness Monster and the senshi fight a volcano. It’s absolutely terrible but it’s so ridiculous I have to give it props.

Where to watch: Again, I watched it on Hulu (they have both the subbed and dubbed versions, though I’ll be honest and admit I haven’t watched the dubs yet).

4. Puella Magi Madoka Magica

“What if we took the magical girl trope, made them all severely depressed, and broke them down until they can’t take it anymore?” That’s basically the premise of Madoka, but it’s really fucking good. I accidentally guessed a plot point for this show while being a sarcastic little shit to my friend, but honestly knowing it doesn’t change how good it is. This one is also sad as shit though so beware. Also I have a nendoroid of a character from this show whose head keeps falling off and it’s rude as hell.

Favorite Episode: My favorite one is a spoiler ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Where to watch: I watched it on Crunchyroll, but I think it’s on Netflix and HBO Max now.

3. Cowboy Bebop

It’s great. There’s an episode where Faye tells Jet that Spike is in danger, Jet goes “tough shit”, waits like five seconds, then yells “DAMMIT” as he gets up to go help. That’s it. That’s the show. And it’s fucking great. I’m also pretty sure that 80% of the reason why I like it so much is because Spike is a mood. It’s also hella pretty and the action is top notch.

Favorite Episode: The Ballad of Fallen Angels

Where to watch: I bought it on Vudu, but I’m sure one of the streaming services out there has it.

2. Monthly Girls’ Nozaki Kun

This is the only one on this list that doesn’t get sad as shit...as far as I know lol. I’ve never actually watched the last episode, because if I never watch it, it’ll NEVER END. This one is funny as hell, adorable as hell, and just gives you all the good vibes.

Favorite Episode: The one where they play the dating sim game and then fucking write a manga for the “best friend” in the game.

Where to watch: I watched in on Crunchyroll.

1. Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Little story: my friend told me for literal years that I should be watching this and I kept going “yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it eventually” until she literally trapped me in her house and we watched a bunch of episodes. And my god, it might be the best show I’ve ever seen. The writing is superb. The characters are unbelievably well developed, even the minor ones. It has the perfect balance of absolutely heart-wrenching pain while holding onto those glimmers of hope and humor.

It’s got everything. Short king. Lovable suit of armor. Dog. BEST DAD. Worst dad (fuck you HoHo). Power couple that’s not a couple but is totally a couple. That one person we all know who steals your food and then dips. Badass, yet human female characters. Badass yet fragile male characters. I can go on and on.

Also, my friend now regrets showing it to me because I’m always watching it instead of the other anime she’s recommended. She’s also threatened to cremate me with my Roy Mustang figure and honestly she’s allowed.

Favorite Episode: Death of the Undying

Where to watch: Netflix. As long as they haven’t taken it down yet.

[eatingfireflies]

law and chaos in dx2 liberation

Oh hey 10 years after Dx2 came out, I’m going to talk about it. 

Inspired by this post which I stumbled upon while looking for Jabo screencaps and pretty much sums up my general reaction to Dx2′s storyline as a whole: Wtf is happening here?  Also, why is Einherjar such an asshole?

Quick recap of the story so far: protagonist downloads an app via recommendation of popular video streamer Megakin. They are greeted by Einherjar, who tells them they are capable of summoning demons using the app (aka a Devil Downloader or Dx2 for short). Einherjar also says there are two groups of Dx2s battling each other, namely the Liberators and the Acolytes. Somehow, it’s decided the protag will join the Liberators and help stop whatever it is the Acolytes are planning on doing, which has something to do with this thing called Vanitas. 

The protag does have an alignment, which will become affected by the dialogue choices the player makes in game, but it doesn’t affect the gameplay at all. You can choose one option in Chapter 6 for the final battle in Odaiba and then come back instantly and choose the other option to get the alternate Odaiba battle, no biggie. Your alignment doesn’t really have anything to do with the routes... so the whole thing is pretty much cosmetic imo. But how come choosing to be ruled in order to survive considered a Chaos point?

Because Einherjar is an asshole and Astaroth is an inconsistent fuck. 

I have a problem with how the ‘celestial’ beings in Dx2 handled the plot and that’s why I’m writing this. I’m biased, but I’ll try to explain why. 

1, From the start, the Acolytes are framed as bad guys. Unlike most Megatens where you start off with nothing but worrying about survival before choosing your path, Dx2 starts you off with the Liberators from the start. They give you very little incentive to think of the Acolytes as in any way worthy of sympathy or your time. By the time you reach the fork in the road and Astaroth offers you a chance to switch loyalties, there’s very little reason for you to do so. The Acolytes themselves don’t even work with each other: they all have their different motivations that barely have anything to do with each other. Why would you even align yourself with that? But okay, at least their group as is Chaotic as the game labels them.  

2, It’s not that I don’t think different motivations is bad. While the other Liberators have their own personal goals, they’re united by their sense of justice and doing what’s ‘right’. The Acolytes, on the other hand  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they’re a bunch of various corrupt individuals who do whatever they want, and by the time the Big Plan is revealed by the highers up, it’s kinda too late for us to care. So what is it the Acolytes supposedly want?

Joshua Hawke: wants to return the world into a state where nature is untarnished by humans.

Jabo Kakuryu: posits that destruction goes hand in hand with civilisation and implies destruction is needed for humanity to go forward. This somewhat ties in with what Joshua is saying (for the earth to be saved, some humans have to die). Finally, we seem to be getting somewhere. 

3, Except not really. Poor Astaroth, he’s doing his best to sell this gig but the plot does its best to thwart him to the point of him contradicting his own actions. 

It doesn’t help Joshua doesn’t trust Astaroth and at a critical point ignored his warnings about Vanitas (which resulted in the ‘bad end’). Like, Joshua really? Which one of you can see the future, buddy? 

Let’s try to break the whole thing down and I’ll do my best because tbh I don’t know:

Vanitas (comparable to Polaris in DeSu2) judges if mankind deserves to continue existing.

Astaroth sees the destruction of mankind in the future and decides to support the Acolytes in the guise of Jabo, in order to help save humanity.

Joshua Hawke, as advised by Jabo, intends to use Vanitas’s power to get what he wants. The Acolytes need to cause enough chaos to make Vanitas do something, but not enough that Vanitas would deem to destroy all of humanity. Just enough to clear the room a bit, you know?

Joshua doesn’t do that, but that comes later. 

Astaroth invites the protag to join the Acolytes’ cause, as it’s the ‘only’ way for humanity to survive. 

Shiori and Einherjar point out the flaw in Astaroth’s logic: if Astaroth’s predictions are infallible and the future can’t be changed, then why did he bother supporting the Acolytes? Also, the moment Astaroth interfered with humanity’s fate, he ceased to see a concrete future: Astaroth can’t see his own fate. 

Astaroth doesn’t defend himself despite these arguments being beside the point. Astaroth jumping into the fray doesn’t change the fact that Vanitas is going to pop in to judge mankind anyway. It’s going to happen, no matter what the Liberators and Acolytes do; what Astaroth is doing is just offering people a way to get through this alive somehow. He created a branching timeline: nothing more, nothing less. Saying he’s not infallible doesn’t destroy his arguments because his ‘route’ is based on the provable fact that Vanitas is coming. But the game seems to forget this I guess? 

Einherjar then (hilariously) points out that siding with Astaroth would mean being caged. By what? The Acolytes’ dogma? But the Acolytes don’t even listen to Astaroth. Astaroth himself has been consistently chill about humans doing whatever they want. In fact, when he and Einherjar agree not to interfere with humans after protag makes their decision to either be free or live like a cow, Astaroth honours his promise and stands back, no matter which side you choose (although he would try to give you tips if you side with him). Einherjar on the other hand would try to punish you for betraying him and the Liberators (the Acolytes route is a bit harder than the Liberators route because you have to fight Einherjar). This doesn't even equal how you have to fight Dadga in the Bonds Route of SMT4: Apocalypse, because we don't owe Einherjar anything--unlike Dagda who literally had to revive Nanashi's dead body in exchange for doing what Dagda asks.

So there you are, with Astaroth who will honour your decisions and Einherjar who wants you to choose the Liberators' side no matter what. Like how is that different from being 'caged'? This guy is basically showing you how you'll be punished if you step over the line.

Ah, but that does sound like the Law route doesn't it?

The choice Astaroth presents the protag goes against the usual Chaos route trappings of anarchy and disorder (quite the opposite actually), but the very different ways Astaroth and Einherjar react to protag's decisions kinda hark back to the harsher consequences of the usual SMT game.

eta: Jabo's speech about civilisation and destruction going hand in hand did NOT age well

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S3 Ep 36-37: Local Mom-Friend’s Weird Trick, Doctors Hate Him

Hey y’all it’s a surprise midweek post because I’m in Canada this weekend woo. Surprised I even got this post done, TBH, I finally get some time where I’m not commuting around to and from San Francisco or corralling small children and I can just sit at my computer and focus and have some peace and quiet and I got--a mysterious sickness from all those kids! *yay* So, since I can’t really focus on anything, I’ll type in here and see if any of my words make any sense at all and hopefully I won’t go on some weird ass tangent like I tend to do like every other post.

So Yugi is still dueling Kaiba, much like he has for the past like...it feels like 4 years. I know I’ve only seen 3 seasons but this is...this is a really long duel. Maybe because there was a month-long break for me in the middle, (during which I watched the entirety of Evangelion, 2 Seasons of Gotham, Stranger Things S3, and the disappointing season of One Punch Man so like...I’ve had some time away from Yugioh) or maybe...maybe it’s because they’re actually playing card mechanics that go more in depth...

But yeah, despite everything, they’re still dueling.

And honestly, I’m looking at that episode number above me and it’s like...so there’s this Kaiba and Yugi Duel and then...only one more duel, right? Is it going to be a ten episode duel? Like unless Rebecca comes back for a weird cameo like...how...?

Whatever, we’ll get there when we get there.

Anyways, everyone who’s been avoiding this duel like the plague is down with the plague victims in the hospital. That’s where Tristan gets a bright idea and it’s one of his dumber ones, believe it or not.

Man, I forgot that comatose Joey Wheeler is still wearing that duel disk Pharaoh slapped on him during all this too, haha.

Also, why does he have to have all these pectoral suction cups while they just kinda...gave up on Mai? I mean I know they can’t show boobies on a Y7 show but like...it really feels like the doctor just kinda shrugged at Mai and was like “I only have one set of boob suction cups, I really didn’t think I’d need more than that, if at all.”

(read more under the cut)

And so Tristan decides that if Joey is at the window which is like...600 ft below Yugi Muto’s duel, a duel you can’t...really see from the ground...then Joey Wheeler will arise.

I mean, it’s gonna work, it’s just also kind of laughable that Joey wasn’t able to hear any of this nonsense from the bed that is two feet away from the window.

But wtv, it’s very dramatic and Tristan gets to cry some more and feel useful I guess.

The haunted underwear mannequin plot-thread was dumped between that episode and this one, and I’m kinda bummed out that more things haven’t turned into haunted underwear mannequins.

Instead of horrific underwear mannequins, Joey’s dream has gone back to the standard fare of Joey picking on middle schoolers and wearing a much better outfit than he has for most of this show.

I will super miss Joey in a fitted suit. Like, soak it allll in horny preteens, because pretty soon, Joey Wheeler will be back in that scruffy oversized T-shirt just like...well, just like how a teenager would be. I mean there’s some REASONS Mai can’t date Joey, but the fact he has a fitted suit he refuses to ever wear is one of the top reasons right under, youknow, the fact he’d need a fake ID to ever go out with her.

It’s kind of amazing actually, how my whole life I kinda just figured this was a show of insane character designs, only to find out when I actually watch the show that there is like a ... REALLY horny line just going all the way through it.

Honestly, me trying to figure out how and when this kid’s show got so damn horny has been a very big mystery I’ve been trying to solve in the background this entire time. Like, I was told “yeah the Yugioh boys get very attractive.” and I was like “ehhhhhhhh I don’t even know what you’re talking about” but, little by little over the past 3 seasons, these animators are starting to draw these boys just waaaaaaay older than these kids actually are. I’m starting to see what people are saying. It’s still not my thing, personally, but uh yeah I can see how this spawned all that fanart now.

Anyways, speaking of, the other day a friend of mine’s sister was talking about how she, as a millennial, has been wired to love very tall skinny boys in skinny pants and very long coats with popped collars and I immediately was like “Lol are you admitting to Seto Kaiba?”

And she meant Cumberbatch Sherlock, LOLOLOLOL.

And so, back on the duel field we got Seto Kaiba, who’s a lot like Sherlock except a Sherlock who is suffering from both short term and long term memory loss. And, who does cards instead of heroin.

They probably both play violin.

Kaiba, despite having arc after arc where his little brother is his main motivation, has decided to just ditch Mokuba and it’s like...either he’s psyching Yugi out or Seto Kaiba forgot he had a brother for a little bit. He might...he might have forgotten. Mokuba is standing behind him, after all.

And so, because Joey is facing Yugi at just the right moment and at just the right time, somehow he can do his little force ability again and just do this:

Thanks, hallucination!Joey.

And out he goes, drawn like a romance anime character lol.

Anyways, he’s back to being a slob so...welcome back, wrinkle shirt, it’s been a while.

And then Joey looks around and actually said this:

“Did someone get hurt?” He asks, after being burned, electrocuted AND drowned just yesterday.

I was kinda very much hoping Tristan would deck him out.

Glad that, as predicted, the moment Mai doesn’t need to be Joey’s main motivation anymore, the moment he puts the cards away, she may as well not even exist. This show and the way they write straight romances.

Please admire the matching lace up boots on the Kaiba Corp’s Emergency Squad. This would be the most obscure Cosplay on earth but maybe the most wearable Yugioh cosplay outside of Bandit Keith because you wouldn’t need a 400 dollar wig.

And then for some reason Tea just loses her mind and has a complete breakdown. She’s been kind of a mess since Yugi walked out like 2 episodes ago, which seems kind of...I dunno, both out of character but very much in character at the same time. I mean we’re assuming they “have” a relationship it’s just never actually say that they do, so her acting like her man is dead is kinda like...it still feels like it comes out of freakin nowhere.

Anyways, Tea who is strong enough to lift this entire plane and who is, in fact, possessed by at least 2 powerful ghosts (remember Shadi did spends some time there and he did NOT like it), is now a seeping crying mess that refuses to lose any more of her hospital-prone boys.

I mean they were going to go anyway, but they let Tea pretend she had any control over that and kind of glazed over this.

Back in this game that no one else is really watching anymore, Seto Kaiba is still monologuing about his entire life story that he’s never gotten any therapy for, except for that time his evil step brother accidentally gave him therapy.

Quite upset we never see the color of Mokuba’s little tuxedo.

Course...didn’t...Noah wear a little tuxedo in that same exact shape? I mean it’s a silly headcanon but youknow...it could be a yellow tuxedo they just happened to find in the back of the closet.

And it’s at this point that Mokuba just lost his lid. I’m so used to Mokuba unconditionally supporting his crazy brother that this would have been the biggest anime betrayal of the whole series, if Mokuba had said any of this outloud (which he wisely did not).

It was like...damn Mokuba. He actually said something along the lines of “I liked you better when you were poor” and it was like. Holy cow, Mokuba. Damn.

Anyway, a bunch of card stuff happens, and Pharaoh has decided that Seto has too much anger in his heart, and that’s why he will lose. Then, Pharaoh played the card proof for how angry Seto is, and if I actually payed any attention to cards, it would have been very meaningful.

But anyways, kudos to Pharaoh on not mind-wiping Seto Kaiba this time or launching him directly off this very tall tower like he attempted to do last time. They actually played a game start to finish with eachother and nothing exploded except for every television in Domino. Progress.

and then Mokuba started crying and initially I thought...wouldn’t he have WANTED his brother to lose but then I kind of remembered oh yeah now Mokuba has to deal with this oncoming aftermath.

RIP Mokuba, I guess.

Anyway, I’m out of town for the rest of the weekend, escaping to the far North to get away from the weather. I should be back next weekend, but if I’m not, I was probably eaten by a bear. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to my Yugioh recaps in Chrono order from the beginning.

[cryoculus]

Hi, do you have any haikyuu fic recs? (Preferably xreader, but I'm not picky.) Your writing is just amazing, too!

*cracks knuckles* HOO boy do I have a list for you 

First and foremost is Just Try to Deny Me by hokshi or @blushinggray on Tumblr (if I’m mistaken I’m so sorry for the wrong tag lmao). There are a bunch of smut anthologies on AO3 but theirs is by far my favorite! Lots of work put into the plot of each chapter and the smut is just as good👌

It’s Only a Paper Moon by Barkly is SUCH A RIDE too. Too bad it’s been on hiatus for aboutttt three years now. Hanamaki’s best friend works at NASA and sets up a blind date with Oikawa, but he isn’t interested, so he sets her up with Iwaizumi instead. Long story-short, Oikawa regrets it a lot.

Another one from Barkly is Chemicals Collide. God damn man this was the best polyamorous reader-insert I’ve indulged myself in. It features an established relationship between Bokuto, the reader, and Akaashi. Then the three of you just had the marvelous idea to add Kuroo to the equation for one night, and it turns out better than expected.

In the mood for some gut-wrenching angst? Till It Breaks by @deltachye features Oikawa suffering from Alzheimer’s. It’s a clump of sadness wrapped in a bow of beautiful writing owo

Are We There Yet? by Dinosaurus or @dino-planet is a real light-hearted read. It includes Bokuto, Kuroo, Oikawa, and the reader going on a college roadtrip and chaos ensues in more ways than one. 

Gah, this orphaned work Symbiosis was really good. Basically, the reader, a bio major, matches with Kuroo on Tinder and things get steamy.

The Cat’s Smile and the Girl’s Tears by thekuroiookami is a detective AU that doubles as an Alice in Wonderland fusion and *breathes deeply* there’s just something about it that makes me feel like it’s underrated as hell. 

In the porn without plot department, our contender is going to be The Breaking Point by @melremade! Who doesn’t want hatesex with Miya Atsumu in a college party anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Another one from melremade is The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. Domestic fluff with Mister Keiji Akaashi? With Marie Kondo’s show as a plot device? This is your best bet.

That’s all I have for now, and since you said you preferred reader inserts, I’ll save my non-reader insert recommendations when someone asks for them specifically lol 

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Writer’s Questionnaire

tagged by: @negotiator-on-site and @deviantramblings . Thank you guys for the tag! I spent way too long thinking about these tbh.

Short stories, novels, or poems?

For reading? Novels. I love absolutely delving into a world and completely immersing myself in it. In my experience, poems/short stories are like looking through a window: the more you look, the more you’ll probably see. Reading a novel, or an entire series, is more like walking through a door into another world, and that’s exactly what I want from a story. I want it to completely consume me.

With all of that being said, what’s the exact word count that draws the line between a short story and a novel? 10,000 words might be a short story, but is 25,000 still considered a short story? 100,000? 300,000? Where is the line drawn? Tbh, I’m 100% down with any long-ish story that draws me in.

As for writing… Imma keep it real with you chiefs, the shortest stories I’ve ever written are for D:BH. Pretty much every other fic of mine is 25+ pages, and a couple of the longer ones are closer to, or exceed, 180 pages. I haven’t finished those. They’re all drafts, so to speak, and the amount of editing needed makes me balk whenever I think about it, but they’re there. The stories that I’ve actually finished are all short-ish stories lol (at least in comparison to some of the other stuff I’ve written).

What genre do you prefer reading?

FANTASY!!!! We live in a non-fiction world that can be quite depressing at times. If I’m going to fling myself into a story, I want it to be magical. I want it to have something that this world doesn’t. I want magic and dragons and mystery and soulmates and forbidden love and all the crazy shit.

What genre do you prefer writing?

Fantasy/fiction.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

It depends on the story. Most times, I’ll write one scene and it develops into an entire plotline as I write it. Other times, like with Of Blood and Biocomponents for example, I’ll spend a lot of time planning everything out before I write it so I can work in a number of clues and Chekov’s guns’, etc.

What music do you listen to while writing?

When I really need to focus, I’ll listen to anything instrumental. That can range from soundtracks (e.g. from The Last of Us, LotR, Hans Zimmer’s stuff), to more individualized and upbeat songs (e.g. Lindsey Stirling, Peter Gundry, Max Richter, Hidden Citizens) to classical (e.g. Chopin, Wieniawski, Mozart), or even just ambiance rain sounds on youtube etc. Otherwise, when I need to get in the mood for a certain scene I have entire playlists dedicated to evoking a certain emotion (e.g angst -obviously-, sadness, love, adrenaline rushes).

Fave books/movies?

I don’t really have any favorite movies so I’m just going to list a whole bunch of books/series I love: 

ACoTaR by Saraj Maas

Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

Learning Not to Drown by Anna Shinoda

Feminist Fight Club by Jessica Bennett

ASoIaF by George Rmartin Rmartingeorge Martin

The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (a classic that breaks my heart)

Night by Elie Wiesel (a classic that breaks my soul)

1984 by George Orwell (a classic we practically live in rn and it terrifies me)

Some Quiet Place by Kelsey Sutton

The Hunt by Andrew Fukuda (the plot twist at the end of this series blew me the fuck away. It’s been years and I still haven’t found my wig)

Any current WIPs?

Only around like… 16? (Excluding all of the half-formed ideas and prompts in my “Graveyard” folder, that is). Which is incredibly surprising to me? I thought it’d be way more. However, most of those WIPs are all… heartbreakingly long and only half-finished, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Lace-up combat boots, black jeans, and a random, probably blank, t-shirt.

Create a character description for yourself:

Hi, I’m Jayde, an average human person who thinks obsessively writing and learning new stuff are fun activities. I look like Idc but I actually care too much; I’m a ride-or-die bitch. Intovert™ (I would much rather have a first conversation w/ someone be about the trolly problem or systems theory instead of the weather). Often low-key enraged by society.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Aspects of them? Of course. Actually writing them into a story? Nope. I totally draw on my experiences with certain people to help me write. That’s a given with any writer. However, unless I’m writing a biography on them with a full Chicago-style bibliography then I leave real people the heck alone.

Are you kill-happy with characters?

Depends on the characters. I have killed off a couple, but my soul is fueled on angst and there’s only so much of that a single death can provide. Nah, it’s usually better if people are alive and just… injured or... problematic.

Coffee or tea while writing?

I’m usually most productive writing-wise at night, so it’s either decaffeinated green tea or hot chocolate for me (bc I do try to have some kind of sleep schedule even if I fail with that goal).

Slow or fast writer?

So, so slow.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Anything, really. Sometimes an idea will just pop into my head and I’ll have to write it. Other times, it’ll start with a feeling, a situation, or an experience that slowly morphs into a fic the more I think about it.

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Idk what I would be, but I’d love to be literally anything/anyone with some kind of magic or special ability. Like, bruh, I’m already human, gimme something else. Gimme some of the good shit.

Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche?

(Well-written) LOVE TRIANGLES AND MUTUAL PINING!!!!

I’m so fuckn horny on main for a good love triangle. When they’re done badly, they’re atrocious. That’s a given. But when they’re done well??? Hot damn. Like the kind of love triangles in ACoTaR, the Shatter Me series, or even the Trylle series (which first got me into it all). The kind where problems develop naturally between the MC and the first love interest, where the MC has to work with the “bad guy” for some reason or other and it turns out he’s actually super fuckn dope (*cough* Rhysand *Cough*). The kind where the more MC learns about the people she’s/he’s/they’re around, the more their feelings start to shift based on that knowledge.

I do not mean the kind where the MC just can’t make up her/his/their mind bc omg Hot Person #1 is so hot and looks to be carved from marble, but omg Hot Person #2 is also so hot, looks to be carved from marble, and is also mysterious.

As for a cliché I hate (if the poorly written love triangle doesn’t count in and of itself), I seriously dislike the damsel-in-distress thing. Don’t get me wrong, that card can be very well played in some cases, but when it’s the only card in the whole damn deck for 200, 300, 400+ pages? Nah, brah. I’m out. I’m certainly not asking for BAMF MC every time, but like,,, at least give the MC a goddamn spine you absolute cowards.

Fave scenes to write?

Pining and angst, baby.

Most productive time of day for writing?

The ungodly hours between night and day, when the outside world falls quietly into slumber and one’s imagination runs wild in the dark.

Reason for writing?

I started writing because I had some ideas and realized that nobody could/would write them in the exact way I imagined them except for me? I’ve continued writing because it has almost become a coping mechanism to explore and organize my thoughts and feelings and daydreams in some kind of coherent way. Plus it’s fun.

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Tagging: @deviantsupporter @deviancy-wasteland @sunstrain @writerscavity @aerynwrites

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I guess this is it!!

I hope this blog is still around when I wake up tomorrow but it’s hard to know what will really happen. There seems to be an equal chance that a bunch of people just get vanished mercilessly, or that nothing actually happens and we’ll just be stuck with a watered down impossible to use site. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This was a very fun project for me, being someone who just kept her lewd stories in a little folder for no one to see. To branch out and be able to write some stories based off of prompts you guys have sent me has been a lot of fun, so thank you thank you. Seriously.

For as long as this blog remains I’ll keep trying to pump out some short stories and my inbox is always open to those that will remain! The chaos of the holiday season remains but it’s not too late to get your desires fulfilled~ ♥

Thank you guys for making a very lewd weirdo with the soul of a slutty catgirl express herself freely and feel not so weird. Sexuality is a beautiful thing and indulging in your fantasies and expressing yourself is beautiful. Don’t ever feel ashamed about how much you indulge in it, just be safe and mindful of others!

- Lily ♥♥♥

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Monsta X Promposals

Request: CAN I GET MONSTA X MEMBERS ASKING THE READER TO PROM AND WHAT THEY'RE LIKE AND THEIR PROMPOSAL AND STUFF OR WHATEVER YOU WANT BUT PROM THABKS I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE.

Here you go! Thank you so much for requesting and we hope you like it! 

-Admin Ponyo and Admin Hyungwon

Shownu/Son Hyunwoo (Written by: Admin Ponyo)

You and Shownu are good friends

Since freshman year

You had the same music class and things just clicked

And he had kind of a huge crush on you

So Shownu really had no idea how he’s going to ask you to prom

He’s not really a plan it kind of guy

He’d much rather just straight up ask you

None of that fluff and mush and set up

He decides he’s just going to be blunt about it

So one day you’re standing at your locker picking up your things before leaving school

And you’re talking with a friend

And as he approaches he hears you talking to your friend

But all he really catches is

‘He asked me to prom’

And when your friend asked what you said you replied with yes

So Shownu basically thinks he’s missed his chance

But you were really TALKING ABOUT A GAME

So shownu leaves on his merry way a bit disappointed but still breathing so whatever

It’s like a week before prom and you have a dress. Perfect shoes. After prom plans. BUT NO DATE

At this point you’re thinking of just putting an ad up on the school bulletin board  

‘Seeking prom date; requirements: must be alive’

One day you’re stressing over your lack of prom date while lying face down on your bed

Then you feel the bed dip beside you and when you look up shownu is there

“What are you doing here?”

“My mom made like 6 batches of cookie for no reason and she told me to bring them over. Your mom let me in.”

“Well…where are the cookies? I need to stuff my face right now.”

“Is something wrong?”

You sit up on your bed with a sigh

“Nobody has asked me to prom

“Wait are you serious?”

You nod your head slowly

“Be my prom date.”

“What?”

“Just go to prom with me.”

“Was,,,,that your promposal to me?”

“What’s a promposal?”

“Where you propose,,,,that we go to prom together you know.”

Shownu shrugs ( like he is literally this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

“You really don’t know what a promposal is?”

“I didn’t think prom was that serious. If it’s being compared to wedding proposals I guess I kind of have to step up my game then.”

“I’m a low maintenance girl. Don’t even worry about it.”

You kinda hold Shownu’s hand to reassure him you know

HE’S NOT CONVINCED

Over the next few days before prom your friend group has received an abundance of promposals.

One of your friends had a red carpet rolled out for her. Roses handed to her along the way. Big sign.

Another friend had a song written and performed for her.

You just stood by and watched with a small smile on your face.

Shownu notices bc he’s very observative

And he makes a plan.

He’s going to prompose to you

Prepare yourself

It’s literally the day before prom, a friday.

One of Shownu’s friends, Kihyun, is leading you to some undisclosed location blindfolded

“If I end up dead the whole world will know it was you because I don’t know anyone else with a tie that has the notes to their own song on it.”

“Jokes on you, Wonho has one too.”

“I-,,,,,,I’m not even gonna ask”

“We’re here!”

You feel Kihyun mess with the back of the blindfold (tie really) and soon enough it falls off of your face

When you look up you see five shirtless guys

Five

Shirtless

Guys

FIVE SHIRTLESS GUYS

Shownu is number one with a ‘P’ painted on his chest

Next is Wonho with an ‘R’

Third is Changkyun with an,,,,,’M’

Then there’s Jooheon with ‘O’

And finally Minhyuk with an exclamation point. E x c l a m a t i o n point !

“Pr,,,mo!”

Shownu obviously sees the look of confusion on your face and looks down the line

“Changkyun! Jooheon! You’re in the wrong order! And Minhyuk it’s supposed to be a question mark!”

Changkyun and Jooheon merely look at each other and shrug

“I had to run here from my student council meeting sue me for wanting excitement and stability in my life rather than uncertainty!”

“You guys ruined my promposal!”

Shownu is about to apologize to you but you’re,,,,,,,,,laughing

“This is honestly the best promposal ever. Look at Jooheon and Changkyun’s tummies!!! Not to mention McMuscles over here you and Wonho are literally McDreamy and McSteamy. Then there’s,,,,,Minhyuk. Keep up the good work buddy!”

“Does that mean I still have a chance?”

“Shownu I already said yes to going to prom with you I’m not changing my mind now.”

“Oh god that’s good.”

And you guys kind of hug like a little bit closer and maybe touchier than usual

“Wait,,am I McDreamy or McSteamy?”

Wonho/Hoseok (Written by: Admin Ponyo)

“If you were really my best friend you would do this for me.”

“ Uh Uh, don’t you pull the best friend card on me Wonho.”

“I’m just saying…”

“Last week I let you borrow my car to take your little girlfriend out on a date. And you nearly crashed it!”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you about that. Come on please! I’ll even pay for your ticket.”

“Hmm,,,,,I’m interested now.”

“...and pay for dinner?”

“I’m sold.”

“Great. All you really have to do is accept my promposal in front of the entire school and make it believable.”

“I’m sure you of all people know how great I am at acting. We DID meet in theater club where we played the lead roles in 3, soon to be 4 consecutive plays.”

“Ah yes, you were my first kiss scene and my first death scene.”

“And don’t you forget it!”

“So tomorrow. School assembly. After my student body president speech. Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Wait, you already had this planned? How did you know I was going to s-”

Wonho begins turning down the school hallway to his class while you walk straight

“You’re my best friend I knew you’d help me out!”

That’s the last thing he says before disappearing into a classroom

Wonho is your best friend.

You met in theater club freshman year

Between practicing kissing (for scenes of  course), memorizing lines, and becoming comfortable around each other you just grew very close

Although this did leave you in hot water with his on and off girlfriend Mina it didn’t really affect your relationship

You starred as the lead roles in the theater clubs major productions every year, leaving the smaller works to other students of course.

But with your senior years production under way and Wonho spending most of his time rehearsing with you, his girlfriend Mina had had enough

She broke up with him,,,,,,,,,again

And his genius plan involved making her jealous

Prom was in two weeks

Wonho was going to ‘prompose’ to you at the school assembly but you had your friend date Jooheon and you would fill him in on everything later

So its assembly day and Wonho is just about to wrap up his speech

He’s a very charismatic guy you know so the entire student body swoons when the lights begin to dim and a video pops up on the projector screen

The screen flashes a whole bunch of short video clips sped up

‘Prom?’ flashes a couple of times and then the video clips slow down

It’s a bunch of off guard videos of you??

Videos of scenes from the plays you and Wonho have been in

Your favorite song is playing in the background

There are videos of the two of you taken by the other guys

You tear up a little bit,,,,,,,,,,,,in a fake way?

It’s a really really cute video, this wasn’t even acting you were actually surprised.

Suddenly there’s a spotlight on you.

And Wonho is running off stage with a bouquet of flowers

Straight to you

This is it.

This is the moment that Wonho told you to prepare for

You have an insanely shocked look on your face as he finally makes his way up the steps

Good thing you were sitting on the end of the row

So Wonho just kinda gets? Down? On? One? Knee?

Does he know this is just a PROMposal not a REAL proposal

“Y/N, you were by my side at my lowest point when I split my pants on stage will you be by my side when I’m at my best at prom?”

WONHO PULLS OUT A DAMN RING POP HOW MUCH CHEESIER CAN THIS GET

“Of course, Wonho. I’d love to be your prom date.”

Insert a series of ‘aww’ and ‘why didn’t you ask me to prom like that?’ or other variations of course

But out of all the aww and everything you hear the one scoff from the crowd

Wonho’s ex, Mina, is sitting in the row behind you

Wonho must have noticed her too

Because the next thing you know WONHO’S GOT HIS BABY SOFT LIPS ON YOURS

hE ! KISSinG ! yoU !

And you kiss him back,,,,,surprisingly quick

It wasn’t weird to do this?

You knew Wonho’s lips like the back of your hand.

You rehearsed this dozens of times

But this times its kinda different because he’s got one hand on the small of your back and the other one is cupping your face and your arms have magically wrapped around his neck and wow wow wow

MINA IS FUMING

THAT IS HER MAN

She pretty much yanks him away from you like no joke

And you have to admit you’re upset

But also kinda happy bc this is what Wonho wanted

Wonho would be happy

The same Wonho that you were HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH

He. Would. Be. Happy

The entire student body is waiting for a catfight

But that doesn’t happen

Because Wonho grabs your hand?

Like intertwined,,,

And he very politely tells Mina to keep her hands off of him

You just kinda stand behind him very obviously confused

“Wonho isn’t this what you wanted?”

SURPRISE ! It’s not.

He wanted you

To go to prom with him

And the lil sob story he gave you was just that- a story

He wasn’t feeling it with Mina anymore

There was always something a little more than on stage chemistry between the two of you and he finally worked up the courage to build on it

Kinda

He did have to lie lol

But at least he’s going to PROM WITH YOU

“I never wanted to go to prom with her. I wanted to go with you Y/N. It was always you I wanted to go with.”

You’re flattered

Like aww that’s cute and all but also

“Why did I practice my shocked face in the mirror for 2 hours last night then?”

Minhyuk (Written by: Admin Hyungwon)

Minhyuk had a whole ass crush on you, like it was very obvious.

Everyone knew it.

Your friends, his friends, the teachers at your school, probably the workers at the cafe that you guys always went to when you were walking home.

Everyone.

Except you lol

So when prom was coming up, people kept asking him if he was going to ask you.

He wasn’t even going to because you seemed like you didn’t like him like that.

But also, you were kind of really hoping that he would ask you but you weren’t very sure if he liked you like that.

(You weren’t….the best at noticing all the times he looked at you like you were the sun but it was chill)

It was only when your friends and his friends collaborated and told him that yeah you very much liked him and you were just very bad at hinting at it did he decide to ask you to prom.

But now he was very pressured to make sure he asked you in the best way possible.

He just didn’t know like,,,,how to do it.

He could go the cliche route that’s in movies.

You know the whole make a sign with a corny phrase.

Or a scavenger hunt that leads to the beach where his promposal is written in rocks placed strategically on the sand.

He looked online for ideas, and even asked friends for advice.

But suddenly prom was three weeks away and HE STILL HADN’T ASKED YOU.

A lot of people have asked you, and he was actually there for most of them since you guys always were together.

You didn’t see his sigh of relief whenever you rejected them.

And there was some...really good promposals too.

Someone found your favorite chocolates and just gave them to you.

One person did a whole musical number just to ask you out.

But you weren’t interested in any of them.

As time went by, you kind of numbed to the idea of prom.

Like it wasn’t a big deal if you didn’t go.

You didn’t actually see the big deal with prom anyway.

There was just a tiny bit of you that hoped Minhyuk would ask you and that maybe it’d be fun with him.

He wasn’t asking though so….

One day, after Prom Rejection #20, you two were walking home like you always did.

Rejecting prom dates have started to become sad for you because after each one Minhyuk still didn’t ask you.

He had sensed you were a little down, so he was trying to cheer you up.

The boy even bought you ice cream. Like what a sweetie pie.

Anyway, you guys were walking and the sun was setting, so it was vvvvv aesthetically pleasing.

You guys were joking around and he was trying to eat your ice cream and he finally succeeded after he had locked his arm with yours and leaned over.

You had pouted and he just laughed, offering his own ice cream.

After  a while, it had gone silent and you two were just walking when suddenly

“Hey, Y/N. Why do you keep rejecting everyone?”

He didn’t know what he wanted to hear, but he still asked it

“Oh. I just don’t wanna go to prom”

You said it so nonchalantly, but he was kind of very heartbroken?

Like he saw this as if he were to ask he was gonna get rejected to.

He wasn’t good at changing subjects though so he just kind of stayed silent and kept walking.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You stopped in your midst bc now HE  was upset and he helped you so now you gotta help him.

“Oh I..It’s nothing,” Minhyuk gave you a huge smile but you were not convinced.

You just kinda stood there with a worried expression.

“It’s just,” he finally sighed, “I was going to ask you to prom, but—”

“Wait you were?”

“Uh...yeah but if you don’t—”

“Yeah I’ll go to prom with you.”

He was taken aback by that like????

Everyone was going to the extremes???

And he had just mentioned it??????

“You— You will?”

“Yeah. I thought you weren’t going to ask so I didn’t wanna go,” you shrugged.

Minhyuk is vvv ?????

“I...rejected everyone because I didn’t want to go with them. I wanted to go with you. But I didn’t know if you felt the same.”

“Well...I do!” He was giving you the biggest smile

(It looked like sunshine oh my god)

“Well?” you looked at him, waiting.

“Well?”

“Are you going to ask me or not?”

Minhyuk was grinning from ear to ear.

The girl of the dreams was going to say yes to his promposal.

The setting was perfect.

And he didn’t even have to rent a horse.

“Y/N? Will you go to prom with me?”

“Of course Minhyuk.”

Kihyun (Written by: Admin Hyungwon)

Kihyun,,,,,had been trying to ask you to prom for the longest time.

But like, whenever he’d try you’d just kind of not know?

The ways it would fail got more intense that more he tried to ask.

He gave you a book and said that he really recommended that book to read?

“Oh I already read this book and yeah it’s really good!”

A note asking you?

You lost it.

He went inside your classroom?

You were absent.

He put balloons in your locker????

IT WAS THE WRONG LOCKER

He decided to put a note on your dog’s collar

The dog BIT him

He got desperate and did the whole throwing a ball at you and hoping you caught it.

THE BALL HIT YOU IN THE FACE AND THEN RICOCHETED, BREAKING A WINDOW.

Yeah he was a whole ass mess.

It’s okay his friends were also huge ass messes that ruined most of his promposals.

At some point he tried to be original and when you and a group of friends went to a nearby theme park, he was going to ask you at the go karts.

Jooheon forgot and hit him so hard he just spun out of control so all you heard was high pitched screaming.

Wonho fell on the cake that Kihyun made for you.

Changkyun ate the SECOND cake.

Minhyuk forgot that Kihyun canceled the beach promposal because he thought it was tacky and everyone leFT HIM AT THE BEACH WITH 5 POUNDS OF ROCKS.

Shownu was in charge of flowers to give to you but he misinterpreted and he gave you FLOUR. You were very confused. He never gave you an explanation.

Hyungwon was literally the only one that didn’t do anything and that’s because he was dealing with his own failed promposal.

Finally, a few days before prom, Kihyun was exhausted.

EVERYTHING HE EVER DID F A I L E D

Like what he gonna do now?

Thankfully, you were SUPER oblivious that you also didn’t know that other guys were asking you to prom.

You have a dress and everything, but you just didn’t have a date.

You didn’t really care if you had one.

You kinda wanted to go with Kihyun honestly.

But you also didn’t notice the entire time that he was asking you so….

Anyway, Kihyun finally just gave up.

Like, it was too late.

You probably already had your prom planned.

Maybe this was just your way of saying you wanted to be friends.

HIS FRIENDS WERE NOT HAVING IT.

They kinda knew that yikes they probably had some part of you never actually knowing, so they decided that there would be one huge ask by all of them.

Kihyun,,,was not aware of this.

So you and Kihyun were just hanging out you know, things that friends do.

It was after school and you and Wonho were people’s rides home so like you had to wait for everyone to show up.

But when they showed up,,,,they had flowers?

Kihyun first thought that one of them was going to ask you and got kinda mad because most of them already had dates and Changkyun has a girlfriend.

He looked extremely irritated but then Wonho started talking.

“So, Kihyun failed at asking you to prom.”

“Like 30 times.”

Minhyuk continued.

And you’re very confused????

Like when did he ask you to prom??

You even turned and asked him.

“You asked me to prom???”

Kihyun caught on to what was happening a little, but was also kinda surprised that you didn’t know.

“I’ve been trying to yeah but it never worked out.”

“When???”

“Well there was the book, I tried to use your dog, I threw a ball at you once, I made two cakes.”

Kihyun kept listing all the things he tried to do and you only had like vague memories of them?

Like you remember the book, and the time he hit you in the face with a ball, and that one time he tried to talk to you while you were on go karts.

But it never really hit you???

“Hey we’re in the middle of a promposal here”

Hyungwon interrupted you two.

“Right, sorry.”

You turned your attention back to them.

“Anyway, as we were saying. Kihyun obviously couldn’t do it. So we’re going to do it for him.”

Hyungwon continued their obviously practiced speech.

They made their way down a line (It was Wonho, Hyungwon, Shownu, Minhyuk, Changkyun, and then Jooheon) and said their parts.

“Y/N?”

“Will”

“You”

“Go to”

“Prom”

“With Kihyun?”

You turned to Kihyun who looked equally surprised, but he got over it quickly.

“Well? Will you?”

He was smiling at you and it was the most precious smile ever like wow who could say no to that.

Not you!

“Yes, Kihyun I’d love to go to prom with you!”

Kihyun looked so happy when he gave you a hug like this boy deserved it.

The lengths he went through just to get you to go to prom with him wow.

Then it just kinda hit you.

“Wait is that why Shownu gave me flour?!”

Shownu gave you a thumbs up.

Jooheon (Written by: Admin Hyungwon)

So Jooheon had a set plan.

He was going to do a little scavenger hunt and it would lead to his house where he’d ask you to prom.

Some of the boys had to be like checkpoints and clue givers and some had to help Jooheon decorate the front of his house while you looked.

He would probably be in a tux, to make it look more fancy.

Of course,,,,,that cost money,,,,

He did not want to ask until he had enough money to pay for everything.

So he took extra shifts at his job and set aside money.

He was a pizza delivery guy and he tried his best to be the best pizza delivery guy so he could get good tips.

It was working pretty well.

He got to houses early (probably by speeding) and people appreciated that.

Sure he might have destroyed a couple pizzas.

It’s fine they were still eatable.

He was working one last shift that would probably give him enough money to buy everything needed for the promposal and prom itself.

(He calculated everything so that he wouldn’t be asking you to prom one week before like some other guys)

And suddenly the phone rang and he was in front so he answered.

“Hello?”

“JOOHEON IT’S CHANGKYUN.”

“Changkyun? Why are you yelling?”

“KIHYUN’S DRIVING LIKE A MANIAC AND EVERYONE IS IN ONE CAR SO IT’S LOUD.”

“Okay but why are you calling?”

“WE HEARD THAT THIS GUY IS GOING TO ASK Y/N TO PROM TONIGHT AT HER HOUSE SO WE’RE RUSHING OVER TO GIVE YOU MORE TIME.”

“Wait WHAT”

“WE HAVE TO CANCEL THE SCAVENGER HUNT AND YOU GOTTA ASK TONIGHT BEFORE THIS GUY DOES.”

“How am I supposed to come up with a plan right this sec— I GOT IT.”

“OKAY YOU DO THAT WE’RE GOING TO CRASH THE CAR IN HER HOUSE”

Jooheon could hear Kihyun faintly shouting “No!” in the background.

When he hung up, he immediately ran into the kitchen.

Everyone that was working there knew he was working more to ask you to prom tbh.

So when he ran in and said there was an emergency regarding prom they just kind of accepted it?

He told everyone the alternate plan that had to happen that second and everyone just kinda stepped aside and let him work.

His big plan was to make you a pizza with “Prom?” spelled on it with sausage.

Your house was fairly close to his work so that wasn’t a problem.

It was actually making the pizza and baking it before the guy asked you.

He was certain the guys could stall enough.

But also he was not certain the guys wouldn’t wreak havoc while stalling.

Anyway, he made the pizza and impatiently waited while it baked.

Once that pizza was out the oven, he put it in the box, scribbled something, and then rushed out while his coworkers were wishing him luck.

He’s pretty sure that he drove through around 3 red lights just rushing to your house.

He made it in like 5 minutes though so it was worth it.

But then,,,,he saw that,,,Kihyun’s car,,,,was parked on your front lawn????

He also saw another car parked in front of your house and his heart started racing.

He practically sprinted to your front door and rang the doorbell.

When the door opened, his heart dropped when he saw that it was Minhyuk.

“Am I too late???”

“No, no you’re just in time. The guy just got here.”

“Who’s at the door?”

He heard you spoke and he suddenly got super nervous.

Like he wasn’t nervous when Changkyun called, or when he was making the pizza, or running 3 red lights, but suddenly it kinda hit him that he was asking you to prom.

“Uhhhh pizza”

“I didn’t order pizza!”

“Changkyun did.”

“Actually yeah I did, but then I forgot my wallet. Do you think you could—”

“Fine I’ll pay for your stupid pizza that you had delivered to my house.”

Your voice got closer and closer and Jooheon got more and more nervous.

“Jooheon?”

And then there you were!

Jooheon almost blanked like for a split second he completely forgot he was holding pizza and was supposed to ask you to prom.

“Uhhhhh….hi….”

Jooheon saw the boys look disappointed behind you.

“Hi? Changkyun ordered pizza and requested you as the delivery guy again huh?”

You were joking, getting money out your wallet.

“Wait no. This one’s on me,”

Jooheon suddenly remembered that he had a task to do! He could see the other guy impatiently waiting and he was not going to let HIM ask you to prom.

“You drove here to give me free pizza? That’s true friendship right there wow.”

“Well, actually I had a question.”

You were very confused.

Like what does he mean he drove all the way there with free pizza to ask a question????? Couldn’t he have texted it or something????

The guy caught on and went to go hurry but the boys are very very very good at stalling.

(Changkyun tripped him lol)

Jooheon opened the pizza box, looking for your reaction.

“Will you go to prom with me?”

He gave you such a cute smile that you knew that you were blushing intensely.

“Yes of course!”

You didn’t even hesitate, like you damn well knew you wanted to go to prom with Jooheon for weeks.

So the fact that he asked you just made you extremely happy.

And he was so happy, he laughed and went to go hug you before remembering he had the pizza so he stopped himself.

He looked so excited and you were also excited and wow can you believe you’re going to prom with Jooheon???

But something else was bugging you.

“Why did you open the pizza box?”

“Oh bec—”

He looked at the pizza and realized that,,,,,he brought the wrong pizza,,,,and someone else was going to get your prom pizza,,,,,

“I….you still want a free pizza?”

You laughed and agreed to it.

Later on, you learned that the guy didn’t come over for math help but to ask you to prom.

You would have said no anyway.

Looks like Jooheon had nothing to worry about after all.

Hyungwon (Written by: Admin Hyungwon)

You and Hyungwon were actually childhood friends yay

You guys were inseparable and remained so until the present.

You were kind of opposites though?

Like he was vvvv lazy and really liked to sleep, and you were very energetic and liked to be on top of things.

But it’s okay, you guys balanced each other out.

You kept him in check so that he wouldn’t sleep for a whole week, and he made sure that you were you know,,,,sleeping.

Of course with a friendship as close as yours, people joked that you two would probably end up together and instead of being awkward about it, you humored them.

When you were kids, you guys even joked that Hyungwon would be the one to take you to prom.

Hyungwon did not forget about that joke tbh

He,,,,had developed a huge crush on you over the years and when prom was coming up he decided that was the perfect time to tell you.

He had it planned.

He didn’t really plan things often, but he knew him planning every single detail would both shock and impress you.

There was going to be a bouquet of your favorite candies, a corny song that he imagined you rolling your eyes to, and then he would ask.

But,,,,he,,,,was too late,,,,

Yeah

The day he was planning to ask you, some guy had already asked you.

And you said yes.

He was vvv salty about that, but he didn’t let you see it.

He smiled, said congratulations, and tried to move on.

When you started to plan with your friends, he sat there and listened as you tried to decide what dress to pick and if you and your date should match.

And then,,,,,your date wanted advice from him,,,,bc Hyungwon is your best friend?????

It was pure torture for him, but hey, he was your best friend, he couldn’t just pretend it wasn’t happening.

So he did help.

He gave advice of floral arrangements for the corsage and boutonniere

(They were flowers that he wanted to give you at prom if you had said yes)

He offered your favorite color as a reference for what you would be looking for

(He had already bought his tie in that color)

Before he knew it, he had planned his perfect prom with you….with some other guy.

Whatever you were going to be happy and that’s what mattered.

He witnessed that for weeks.

At some point he got kind of sick of hearing about it so whenever prom came up, he just excused himself.

You noticed, and always wanted to go check on him, but were always dragged back into planning.

The thing is despite literally telling him your dream prom, the guy just ignored Hyungwon’s advice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So prom planning wasn’t going smoothly.

Hyungwon didn’t know that though.

Well one day, he was just chilling, laying down, scrolling through his phone

It was about a week before prom

And suddenly there was a knock on his window.

He went over and lo and behold

There you were, in the flesh.

He was used to you just randomly showing up, you did that a couple times a week.

But for some reason, seeing you in an oversized sweater and jeans, crouching in the tree outside his window with a huge grin on your face kind of made his heart hurt

It was weird and he hated it.

He let you in and you immediately started talking, like with no time for him to even say hi.

“Okay so I’ve been thinking right? Have you ever seen a baby pigeon? I haven’t!”

“It’s because they’re ugly Y/N.”

“Don’t talk about my babies like that!

“What’s the rest of that thought?”

“Oh right! Let’s go find baby pigeons!”

“It’s 2 in the morning.”

“So?”

“Y/N…”

It was then he realized that you were trying to distract yourself from something and the baby pigeons were a cover for something.

“Baby pigeons!” You were so excited.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong I just want to see a baby pigeon!”

“You’re not going to see a baby pigeon at this time so what’s wrong?”

You stayed silent but then just sat on his bed.

“The guy I'm going to prom with? Yeah that's cancelled. He called it off so quick and immediately got a new date.”

Hyungwon sat next to you, feeling angry that someone did that to you, but also relieved because he never really liked that guy.

“I'm sorry he did that. But look on the bright side. We know he's a jerk and you dodged a bullet.”

You gave him an unenthusiastic laugh and then just looked sad.

THAT really made his heart hurt.

“I’m going to have to explain to face people now asking what happened and I don’t want that.”

“Then don’t. Refuse to comment and if they don’t then I’ll—”

“Are you going to threaten to beat people up again?”

“--give them a strict talk?”

You just laughed a little and shook your head.

“I’m not even that sad about it. I don’t think I really liked him? I just thought prom was required a date because that’s what we always were told and then it was getting close and he was the only option.”

He kinda felt bad bc he was not an option since he hold off on asking.

“You know it’s weird. Do you remember when we were kids and we said we’d go to prom with each other?”

Hyungwon’s heart skipped a beat because yeah! He really did remember that!

“I thought...this is stupid I know and I don’t know why I’m telling you this….I thought that maybe you were gonna ask me.”

You didn’t look at him since it was a little embarrassing (for you)

And Hyungwon just about flew off the bed.

You were waiting for him to ask and guess what he didn’t do!

Thankfully, he actually never threw away any of the stuff that he was going to give you because he just couldn’t be bothered to throw it away so his bright idea was to ask you to prom right that second

At 2 A.M, after you had just gotten dumped.

“Hyungwon?”

“You weren’t wrong, actually.”

He was,,,reaching for something under his bed? It was the candy bouquet

(Why the candy bouquet was under his bed we will never know)

“I...was going to give you this when I asked you to prom, but then he asked you. Wonho got rid of the sign that actually asked you, so I just kinda have this.”

He handed you the candy bouquet and you’re just ??????????????

You were still stuck on the fact that he wanted to ask you to prom?????

“I lost my chance and I’m going to keep apologizing for that but—”

“Wait are you really asking me to prom?”

You interrupted him, completely in shock.

“Will you let me finish?.”

“Oh! I’m sorry go on!”

You perked up significantly and it made him laugh a little.

“Y/N...Will you— Oh wait a song is supposed to be playing!”

“What?”

“It’s that song that you hate that always plays on the radio. It was supposed to play in the background.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Please don’t play it.”

“Fine because you just got cancelled on, I won’t play the song. Okay. This time for real. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Even though I’m asking at 2 A.M in my pajamas with probably melted chocolate?”

That caught you off guard bc girlfriend???? You thought this was about prom???

“Yes, of course I will!”

You guys hugged and all the mushy stuff. He gave you the candy bouquet and everything.

It was rlly sweet.

P sure one of you cried.

“Oh and also go to prom with me?”

“Oh yeah sure of course.”

You got a boyfriend and a prom date!

Congratulations!

I.M/Changkyun (Written by: Admin Ponyo)

Changkyun is the only one with a girlfriend

You

You’re his girlfriend

He’s dating you

And prom is coming up

And some people assume that because you’re dating you’re going together

But you’re still waiting on that promposal

JUST BECAUSE HE’S ALREADY YOUR CERTIFIED OFFICIAL MAN DOESN’T MEAN HE GETS A FREE PASS

Like two weeks before prom you see him with a lot of promposal-ly stuff

One day he just has an entire cake

And you think this is it

But he just eats? It?

Another day you see kihyun’s car parked on one of your friends lawns while you’re walking home and changkyun told you he’d be hanging out with kihyun that same day

You assume he’s asking her the best way to prompose to you

But here you are,,,,,,still waiting

There’s an entire song on some music sheets on his dresser one day

On the corner it says hyungwon

Is changkyun gonna ask hyungwon to prom?

Maybe who knows

Then another day you see him sprinting across campus,,,,,shirtless,,,,,,with an ‘M’ painted on his chest

MAYBE THIS IS IT

You walked a little slower

Hoping one of your friends would come get you and take you to the site of the promposal

BUT NOTHING

It is literally TWO DAYS BEFORE PROM

And out of the blue you get a text

‘What color should my tie be?’

You are MAd

Not only has he not formally asked you to prom

He also hasn’t been picking up on your subtle hints that your dress was maroon and that maybe he should be matching with you

OR THAT YOU EVEN BOUGHT A DRESS

MEN AIN’T SHIT

You don’t respond to his message obviously

No lie 10 minutes later your doorbell is going off like crazy

Thinking its an emergency you run downstairs and open the door

It’s Changkyun

He’s doubled over, sweating, panting, trying to catch his breath

He looks like he’s gonna say something but instead he puts a finger up as if asking for a second

You stand there, hands on your hips and nothing but sass radiating off of you

“I…...came as ………...fast as I………..could…….because you left me on,,,,,,,,read.”

“Me leaving you on read is the last of your worries Changkyun.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Let’s see I left you on read and you,,,,,LET ME THINK WE WERE GOING TO PROM TOGETHER THEN YOU NEVER ASKED ME TO GO WITH YOU!”

“I-I did…..ask you?”

“THE AUDACITY. IM CHANGKYUN YOU DID NOT.”

“I got you a CA-...oh wait no that was kihyun’s cake.”

“My friends and I spelled out prom on our che-.....That was Shownu…”

“WHAT ABOUT MY CUTE VIDEO AT THE SCHOOL ASSEM-....Wonho. That was Wonho.”

“I have now realized that I, Im Changkyun, forgot to ask my own entire girlfriend to prom”

“You big jerk! I bet you don’t even have tickets!”

“That’s not true! Wel-...actually it is you got me there. But I am also friends with the student body president and I’m sure he could pull a few strings for us.”

“You better hope so otherwise you can consider yourself single after prom”

“Oh come on babe don’t make any rash decisions”

You cross your arms over your chest when Changkyun pecks your lips

You’re kind of a brat but Changkyun likes it?

“Wear your black suit. Maroon tie. Your new pair of dress shoes. Not the glossy ones. The matte ones.”

“Anything for you.”

CHANGKYUN IS OUT HERE BEING SOFT FOR YOU

GET IT SIS !

“I’ll see you on Saturday.”

YOU THOUGHT

“OR we could head upstairs and ‘watch’ a movie”

“Deal.”

Y’ALL ARE WILD

Anyway

Prom day has arrived

Changkyun has not seen your dress but when you walk out your front door his jaw drops

YOU’RE KILLING IT GIRL

“LOOK AT MY CINNAMON APPLE. GRAB YOUR MEN BEFORE MY GIRL SNATCHES THEM. MY BABY OWNS MY ASS AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT” He’s so embarassing

You know how we fangirl over good ass pictures of the boys

That’s him @ you rn

He’s the personification of ‘i WOULD PAY HIM TO HIT ME WITH A CAR’ lol

That’s it.

[fordarkisthesuede]

At the Brink of Midnight - Chapter 9

*Arrives two days late with Starbucks* ‘Sup, guys! σ( ▼∀▼)σ These past 96 hours have somehow filled me with a weird chaotic energy, and I pumped out the longest roller-coaster of a chapter I’ve ever done in such a short amount of time!!! Thank you, whoever sent all the writing vibes my way!!!! ★>d(,,･ε´-,,)⌒☆ I’m sending out strong vibes to everybody in return! *May you get hit by the writing bug and have the opportunity and energy to completely translate your ideas to printed words!*

Buuut a big note before we get to the good stuff:  I realized too late that the original events of S2 take place in Spring. Like…April. I was writing all of this with the thought that S2 took place in fall; I mean, the characters can wear a leather jacket or a couple of layers comfortably, so I thought “yeah that sounds like early autumn”. Nope! So that means that for this story’s timeline, everything gets shifted into where it should be. On the downside, that means I had to go through and edit all the bits where it said “it was totally spring, you guys”. On the upside… IT’S NOW OCTOBER!!!!! THE SPOOKY SEASON THAT COMPLETELY FITS WITH WHAT’S GOING ON!!! And coincidentally, it’s my favorite time of the year, so I love writing about it even more! I get to add in a thing here and there about the spookiest time of the year, so I’ll have a nice list of what those little changes are uploaded here soon if you don’t feel like re-reading the whole thing. A re-read isn't necessary though, just keep in mind that the humid air of rainy spring in the city is replaced with chilling fronts and even more cloud cover than usual. Why am I bothering with this? Because I’m a stickler for keeping with canon as much as possible and I feel like an absolute fool for not remembering what goddamn time of year it was to begin with. (I mean, I went so far as to download all of TeamFourStar’s play-through because I watched it so often, you think I'd remember to go back and watch the very beginning once in a while…)

Anywho, thank you all again for your continuously loving support!!! 

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Important Spoiler Tags: drugs (mentioned), swearing, canon-typical violence, electric shocks (mentioned), torture of flowers, flirting, almost an excessive use of emoji, crying, romantic dirty thoughts

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Chapter 9:  Grapevines

Bruce Wayne couldn’t remember the last time he’d conducted a meeting from his home office. It wasn’t as if he didn’t use it – the desk surface had hardly any dust settled on it and two empty coffee mugs he’d forgotten about on two different occasions just happened to be stacked behind the monitor – but it felt strange, like a lot of things did lately.

He knew part of the reason for that was watching houses down in the Batcave right now. Knowing he wasn’t alone in the house was comforting, but knowing there were two cops outside the Manor’s front door just waiting for a chance to grab his best friend-cum-houseguest was not, and knowing that they were both close to being thrown in hot water was even less so.

He figured the other reason he felt strange was because he was slipping back into his old habit as if it had never been shelved in the first place. He had time to kill before the video meeting started, so he’d been scouring for information on “Pam”, Jonathan Crane’s ‘old friend’.

There were a few Pamela’s in Gotham, but only one fit within Crane’s age-range and attended Gotham University at about the same time:  Pamela Isley, a forty-four-year-old former botanist with a record that ran the length of his arm. Theft, assault, threats, and attempted poisonings all done in the name of extreme environmentalism and social activism were sprinkled in her history before and after her days as a researcher, and according to GCPD records, she was now suspected of running her own drug-ring under the moniker of ‘Poison Ivy’. (Bruce found several recorded instances of people claiming to be Poison Ivy, most of whom were already arrested.)

Bruce would’ve wondered why on Earth she hadn’t been thrown in prison when she made a bomb-threat at a wealthy businessman several states away nearly a decade ago if he hadn’t seen her mug-shot from back then. At thirty-five, she looked every bit as beautiful as a top-billed Hollywood star, with natural orange-red curls cascading over her pale shoulders and ample bust in chemically-tamed waves, flashing the camera a come-hither stare that made it look like she was trying for a part in a high-budget porn flick rather than standing in front of a height chart for her criminal record. Pamela’s charges were mysteriously swept under the rug.

The latest photo he found of her reminded him a bit of those ‘cougar’ dating ads he’d seen – the older Pamela was blowing a kiss to the camera with a mocking look in her dark green eyes. Bruce glared at it. There was little doubt she was using people to cover for her constantly, and when she was in trouble, she managed to wriggle out of it with her looks.

Not this time. She was friends with Dr. Jonathan Crane, and that meant she wasn’t going to get out of this unharmed. The second his virtual meeting was over, Bruce was heading towards Toxic Acres, and hopefully the wounded Crane would still be there to see Batman’s fist hit his –

Bruce snapped out of his thoughts at the buzz of his phone. A message from the BatComputer…?

I’m bored :/

Bruce blinked down at the screen. John had found the emergency messaging system. Of course he had. He was just grateful that the encryption software on his phone was still up to date. Just what else did John poke his nose into down there…? (There was the chance that John would see files he shouldn’t, but Bruce kept those under a thumbprint encryption. He shouldn’t even entertain the thought.)

Stake-outs are usually pretty boring.

It wouldn’t be so bad if you were down here tho! :)

Bruce hovered his thumb over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. The feeling was kind of mutual, if he was being honest; having another person around on a stakeout would at least keep his mind wandering into the worsts of what-ifs and double-checking every last security issue…

No movement on either houses btw. Been reading Crane’s docs in the meantime but it’s DREADFUL!!! I feel like I’m reading a sleeping pill… =_=

You finish your WE stuff yet?

Meeting’s not for another 20 minutes. Been looking up stuff on Crane’s “friend”.

Oh??? :o Do tell!!!!

Bruce couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm.

Pamela Isley, former botanist w/ criminal rec., mostly extreme protest kind of stuff. Good chance she’s the head of a drug-ring that moved here a couple months ago; their leader goes by “Poison Ivy”.

They went to college together, but Pamela moved back here recently.

hMmMmm…. That means no burning the place down if we’re stuck! Bad fumes everywhere xP

Bruce focused on the word “we’re”. He hadn’t been planning on bringing John along. He wanted him safe, at home, where no one had a chance of seeing him and he wasn’t put in harm’s way…

Oh!!! You’ve got a bunch of sticky electro-shockers around - do you mind if I tinker with them? :3c pleeeeaaasssee?

What are you thinking of doing with them?

Making one BIIIIIG shock-bomb, of course! ;D I can wire them together so the shock spreads evenly in the space while it’s discharging.

Bruce reconsidered bringing John. He was still learning to curb his impulses, so being outside in a fighting environment would be a serious gamble, but... Maybe that could be their advantage, too. Bruce made a mental note to go dig out the spare bullet-proof vest from his closet’s secret panel.

You can do that?

I played around with making something like it before, but……well, you know.

Time + supplies for that project were low att. I figured I could always go back to it later anyway.

Bruce felt like his heart had deflated and swelled in such a short time that it hurt.

I mean I’m fine with throwing knives around too but I figured that would be less discrete ¯\_(ツ )_/¯

He’d been thinking of different methods of entering the “house”. Most of them featured a silent slip-in and as little combat as possible, but he knew that there would likely be some muscle around to stop any would-be intruders, and getting a quieter jump on them would certainly be helpful. He would certainly be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed that John had thought that far ahead even back then.

If you think you can get it done within 1.5 hours, then yes.

Ha ha ha with these supplies I can get it done in like 40 mins! >:3 just you watch!!!

Btw have you seen the news?

Not yet. Why?

I was on the morning edition! At least they used a good pic ;D

But also saw a guy getting fished out of the harbor. Your handy-dandy invasion software said he’s a registered Ryde driver.

I told you not to fiddle with that.

Sorry, but I only used it the once! Promise!!!

Bruce sighed through his nostrils.

Besides I thought you’d want to know. Think Crane stole his ride and dumped him by the docks? :v

Probably. I can get the plate from up here to verify. DO NOT TOUCH THAT PROGRAM AGAIN.

Yes sir ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bruce wasn’t sure if that message was supposed to be flirtatious or mocking.

The incoming call from Iman Avesta stopped him from responding. He figured it had to do with John’s escape and the extra security added at Wayne Tower this morning, but why was she calling him now, rather than several hours ago?

“Iman?”

“Hey, Bruce. Hold on a sec – there we go, now we can both -”

“Bruce, what the fuck?” Tiffany asked over the line. “Are you at home right now?”

Bruce almost sighed at the attitude. “Yes, Tiffany, I’m at home, in my office.”

“Uh-huh. I keep getting alerts that your basement’s messaging system is being used. Care to explain that?”

Oh. Of course. He’d forgotten Tiffany had linked her phone to that, too. It’d just…been too long, he supposed. (She couldn’t read them, though, could she? He was fairly sure it didn’t give out mass-texts unless prompted.) “…where are you right now?”

Iman responded instead. “We’re in your second office.”

“…the line’s secure?”

“Of course.” Iman paused, and Bruce knew his new CSO was choosing her words carefully. “I’m guessing you have John Doe in the Batcave?”

“Yes.”

“Bruce, did you fucking break him out?” Tiffany asked with no shortness of impatience.

“I rescued him,” Bruce said firmly. “I know what you’re thinking, and I have a pretty good idea of what you’re going to say, but listen:  I had no choice but to take him with me. One of the doctors working at Arkham has gone rogue – he’d been doing experiments on patients, and I have a feeling he’s going to continue them on civilians. I need to find him before then, and John has been helping me.”

“Helping…? You’re not bringing him in the field with you?” Tiffany said disbelievingly. “After that psychopath almost killed us?”

Bruce could still see Joker running at Tiffany, knife in hand, his psychotic breakdown in full force. He could still see him being smacked against the railing, sheer madness played over his long, bloody face as he desperately fought to stab what was his hero.

But John and Joker were as much the same as Bruce and Batman were, and they were constantly changing.

The Joker in the Batcave wasn’t the same one from Ace Chemicals.  

“I know what John did,” he answered, trying to breathe even as something wanted to hitch in his throat, “and I know how far he’s come since then. I know you both regret-”

“No, I’m not listening to this right now,” Tiffany scowled, her voice fading in the middle her sentence like she was leaving the room. “Talk some sense into him.”

Bruce heard Iman’s voice call after her, and then nothing for a beat.

Iman sighed. “I’ll talk to her. But Bruce,” she started seriously, “Tiffany isn’t the only one worrying about you. Six months can’t possibly cure everything wrong with a man whose spent his life in an asylum.” He could practically hear her chew over her phrasing. “I need to know… If John goes too far – if he shows signs of regressing…or just becoming more volatile – I need to know you’re going to put your foot down.”

“I’m more than capable of handling him, Iman.”

“Please, Bruce, I’d rather not have to pull you off another broken pipe lodged in your kidney.” She paused, and Bruce let her continue, feeling the scar in his side twinge at the painful memory. “I know you care a lot about him,” she resumed in a softer tone, “and I know you trust him. But if you doubt him at any time, you need you to step back and re-evaluate your choices. I don’t want him to regress back into the Joker.”

That was a different Joker, Bruce wanted to say. He knew that wouldn’t sound the way it should. “I promise I won’t let that happen.”

“Good to know,” Iman replied, sounding somewhat relieved. “This doctor you’re hunting – is there anything we can do to help?”

Bruce shot a look at the clock in the corner of his monitor. He didn’t have as much time left as he would’ve liked before his virtual meeting started. “Tiffany can fill you in a bit, I had her help searching Arkham’s records before. Can you run a plate for me? I think Dr. Crane is running with a stolen car; I’ll send you the details in a bit.”

“Sure. We can check traffic cams for it, too, if you’d like.”

“If you would. And the second I have anything concrete on Dr. Crane, I’m sending Tiffany the details – I need her pull as Oracle to get the word out to the GCPD before anything happens. They’ll listen to their number-one informant more than a vigilante coming out of retirement.”

“…you’re…?”

He could almost see the shock in her face. They’d had a short discussion about his alter-ego when he decided to quit the first time; she’d been incredibly understanding about the whole thing. It was almost as if she’d seen it coming.

“Are you sure?”

He was as sure. She didn’t know about the instincts broiling underneath his surface every day. She didn’t know he never really stopped being half of himself. She wouldn’t know or really understand that he just shoved it all down and aside like he did so much else just to get through things. “I don’t have any other options at this point.”

“…you know you can count on us if you need the help.”

“Of course I do.”

“Right. Well, in the meantime we’ll keep the fort over here running as smoothly as possible.”

“Thank you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Good luck.”

The line went silent, and Bruce pulled his phone away, catching a glimpse of three unread messages.

Sorry, buddy, I was just kidding around, you know? Ha ha

Bruce???

Hello???????

Sorry, had a phone call and couldn’t reply. It’s fine.

Seconds ticked by, and Bruce began changing out of his black t-shirt and into his button-down. It wouldn’t do to appear as a CEO in anything less than a proper suit. He could leave the jeans on, at least.

“Oh! Uh…sorry, Bruce…”

He felt his heart stop for a second. That was definitely John’s voice, even though it crackled slightly from the speakers. The monitor didn’t show anything out of the ordinary. John must have been using the spy-camera feature on the Batcomputer; it was linked to most the devices in the house, and Bruce’s webcam was no exception. He’d almost forgotten it had a loudspeaker function, too.

“I didn’t realize you were…um, changing.”

Bruce glared at the webcam’s lens. “John, what did I tell you about fiddling with the Batcomputer?”

“…sorry. I was worried when you didn’t answer me.”

He sounded genuine, at least. Bruce could easily picture him running upstairs to find him, if there wasn’t a chance he would’ve been seen. “I answered you a minute ago. I was on a call with Iman,” he stated plainly, fixing the buttons on his sleeves.

“…oh, ha ha, there it is! Uh, I guess I’ll just…go, then…”

Bruce almost questioned why John was sounding nervous and distracted, but it wasn’t until he saw the webcam light wink off again that he realized his shirt was wide open, the scars littering his torso half on display from the waist up.

Thankfully, no one was around to see Bruce bury his face in the palm of his hand for a moment, feeling like his face was on fire from first and second-hand embarrassment.

It didn’t last long. Bruce took a few deep breaths as he fixed himself up, and dialed into the meeting with a fixed expression of calm, firmly ignoring the heat that had settled in his stomach that threatened to go lower at the thought that John was bound not to forget any of that.

Driving the Batmobile in full gear again was certainly something else. Bruce felt the weight of the Kevlar body armor press against his limbs as he sped down Gotham’s twisting alley streets, no one any the wiser that the Wayne’s red sports car was hiding Batman behind it. The city’s CCTV signal was scrambled with the flick of a switch as he came into driving distance of the alley’s camera, making him almost untraceable.

He’d given the Honda Accord a head-start; it couldn’t go nearly as fast as the Batmobile, and Bruce had to find a spot to safely change before going to go pick John up from his drop-off point, and the post-working-hours traffic had already gotten its usual early start. It was a slower drive than he’d like it to be, even with Bruce’s shortcuts.

The setting sun was completely obscured by a dark overcast. It made the orange streetlamps glowing over the decorations sitting here and there in windows and doors even more energetic, like every corner of Gotham was slowly growing with the energy of Halloween.

Bruce clicked the communicator in his cowl. “John, are you there yet?”

Silence for a few seconds, and then a rustling noise. “Sorry, I had to take this off for a bit. What?”

“Are you there yet?”

John giggled slightly. “Oh, yeah, I’m here. Just waiting on you, pal.”

He was already at the meeting point? How did he get there so fast? “You put everything back where it was supposed to be?”

“No, I stripped the seats and threw everything into the garbage,” John grumbled with dripping sarcasm. “Of course I did, it’d be rude not to put Jerry’s stuff back. What do you take me for?”

“…I’m just making sure you didn’t forget anything.”

“I didn’t.” There was a loud slurping noise, like the last of a liquid being sucked from a straw.

“John, where are you right now?”

“In the alley, waiting for you.”

“Did you make a stop?”

John giggled, a little louder, but not at all nervous. He was enjoying himself. “What can I say? Going out on the town with you like this makes me thirsty,” he said with a strange purr. “Besides, no one bats an eye at me when I look like this anyway.” He paused. “Well, no, I’ve gotten some eyes on me, but, uh, I think they’re more the appreciative type. I guess ZZ Top was kinda right about the sharp-dresser thing.”

Bruce felt his brows knit together. “You’ve always looked sharp,” he said truthfully, turning down a narrow alley.

“Yeah, but not thousand-dollar-suit sharp. There’s a difference! Plus I think this bullet-proof vest makes me look a little bulkier than I actually am.”

Bruce spotted him leaning against the graffiti-covered wall, a Burger Lord cup in one hand and a plastic orange bag in another. Just how much time did Bruce lose while he was changing?

John tossed the drink in the dumpster and practically jumped into the car, shoving the orange bag behind the driver seat and slamming the door shut as Bruce switched off the communicator. He took one look at Bruce’s questioning glower and gave a nervous sort of grin. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, there’s something in there for you, too.”

Bruce almost asked what, but decided that a lecture on keeping a low profile and not taking money from his house’s various hiding spots would have to wait. (Though he supposed whatever John got wasn’t expensive. He was quite frugal, and it wasn’t as if Bruce couldn’t afford to buy John whatever he wanted anyway.) He concentrated instead on heading down the twisting path towards Toxic Acres. At least the traffic over there was a hell of a lot lighter.

“Hey, when you drove me to the Batcave, did you go in fourth gear, or third?”

He wasn’t sure why he asked, but he honestly couldn’t remember. He just recalled putting his foot to the floor and keeping his eyes on the road, occasionally reaching over to check John’s pulse. “I wasn’t really paying attention to that; I concentrating more on driving as fast as possible.”

“Oh – so you didn’t know you could punch the shift down into third whenever you wanted? It was so fun! I can say I literally punched it out of the Batcave!” He laughed. “I’m guessing you can’t do that in this car?”

“…I’ve got paddle shifters.” They were starting to travel into the more deserted road leading into Toxic Acres. Bruce took a sharp turn onto the hill with the broken Do Not Enter sign, and checking that no one was behind him, flipped the switch to shift the car into armored plates and pressed the wheel-paddle for a lower gear.

They flew down the road with a whirring whine of the engine, John’s notorious excited laugh mixing with it, and Bruce allowed himself to smile a little at it, knowing his own little joyful thrill wouldn’t last very long.

John was soon tapping his fingers together in some kind of rhythm as they passed by more empty houses, Bruce moving a little slower to keep his eyes out for trouble. Sitting close to the river on the outskirts of the city, they were originally meant to be a long neighborhood for the middle and upper class to build their lives, but as the unemployment and crime rates rose, the place became abandoned. It didn’t help that the piping structure to carry water there had been faulty, making either lead poisoning or unfiltered dirty water a prominent problem and giving the section of Gotham its nickname.

“How do we know which place is the botanist’s?” John asked, his green eyes scouring the houses in front of them.

“I sent out another drone earlier for some aerial shots. There’s a place with camouflaged green-houses in the back on Aster Place.”

“Wow, you did that before I left? That was fast…”

“It was a quick job. I’m not picking up the other drone until later.”

They turned the corner onto Aster Place; the road would dead-end in a while, but Bruce knew the house wouldn’t be situated at the end.

“Oh, there’s the spot Jackie got shot at!” John pointed ahead. “I wonder if there’s a bloodstain left…!”

Bruce tightened his grip on the wheel. “We’re close.”

It was oddly quiet out there. There was no other sign of life in what was a hot-spot of criminal hide-outs. Bruce turned on the thermal vision in his cowl; a lot of the houses were actually empty for once.

Except for one. 1801 Aster Place. There were a group of people scattered around on the bottom floor and what appeared to be a lot of heat-lamps running on the top floor. If one of the people in the group wasn’t Pamela Isley, then she might have been holding up in the basement…

They left the Batmobile out of sight down the road, and Bruce and John moved swiftly behind the backs of the houses in the chilly night air, the taser bomb safely in John’s coat pocket; John was surprisingly quiet, only humming a familiar tune here and there. (Wasn’t it the theme from that old spy-thriller…?) Bruce managed to quiet him with a look, and John mimed locking his mouth shut and throwing the key away.

Two unknown people were standing in what used to be a kitchen; three more people were up in the front room of the house. There were no security cameras to be seen.  

“Stick close to me,” Bruce whispered, the modifier in his cowl deepening his voice. “We go in through the back window, take out the two in the kitchen quietly and throw the bomb up front so we can cuff the lot. If none of them are Ms. Isley, we find the basement.”

John gave him a thumbs up, pulling out the riot baton he had hidden away. (Bruce had still not remembered when he or Alfred bought that, but vaguely remembered stashing it in the towel cupboard with some other emergency gear. He wasn’t surprised John found it.)

The bathroom window’s locks weren’t difficult to break. They looked like they had been broken several times already. Bruce slid the insect screen up and slipped in through the thin opening feet-first, twisting his limbs just right to softly land on the floor. He had to help pull John through the rest of the way after he smacked his head on the bottom of the window; thankfully he hadn’t made any noise, but he did give Bruce a strange look as brushed himself off where Bruce had gripped his sides.

Bruce didn’t have time to think about it.

The two people in the kitchen stood in semi-darkness, watching through the patio windows with rifles leaning against the wall. There wasn’t so much a bare bulb to give off light. Bruce figured their eyes might have adjusted to the dark, and signaled John to follow as he crept up behind the two goons.

“I dunno, with all the hype surrounding episode four, you just know those guys are going to mess up somewhere. Remember when they decided to let Celestyne drop to his death back in season one?” The one with dreadlocks asked.

“Oh, come on, that was just to test the game’s limits. Besides, Celestyne couldn’t die; I don’t think Jane can, either,” the second person responded in a higher voice with a casual shrug.

“Dude, you know the game’s gonna make her a villain in the end, though, right? She might die…”

Bruce was ready. John was gripping the baton with a widening grin…

“Are you kidding me? They have her affection meter up so high I’m surprised the game doesn’t have a dating opt-”

Bruce slammed dreadlocked goon’s head into the wall just as the baton crashed down on the other goon’s skull, little smears of blood marking the plaster and paint with a satisfying crack.

John clutched the collar of the goon he’d struck, gripping the slightly bloody baton a little harder in his other hand. He seemed to be thinking.

Bruce took a zip-tie out and cuffed the goon’s hands behind their back, and wondered just what John was staring at until he’d turned the person around and caught a glimpse of them in the light of the window.

They were both women with little tattoos of vines creeping along the back of their necks.

If Bruce guessed right, those were ivy leaves on the vine. Poison Ivy had a loyal gang.

John zip-tied the wrists of the woman he’d struck and patted the part of her head that wasn’t wounded. “Sorry,” he whispered as if she would hear it. “Lauren’s ex,” John mumbled, gesturing to the woman on the floor as if he knew Bruce had raised his eyebrow at him.

Bruce simply swept onward, spying the door for the basement. There was a light on in the front room, and three women who looked like they could be professional boxers of different weight categories were sitting in different areas. One was sharpening a knife at the table, and another was cleaning a semi-automatic rifle as the third kept watch over a monitor showing security camera footage; three looked to be by the greenhouses (Bruce recognized the Foxglove variety growing in one under an opening in the glass, sitting next to something that looked primeval), and two were watching over the plants upstairs (marijuana, by the looks of it) and in the basement.

There was a figure in the last screen, working over a row of potted plants with low lamps. A zoom-in with Bruce’s lenses showed long red hair.

Bruce felt a hand on his shoulder, and John crept ahead him, the taser-bomb in hand: it looked like a mass of the sticky-bombs grouped together, colorful wiring connecting them all like some kind of net, and before Bruce could do or say anything, John threw it into the living room, where it tumbled into the middle of the floor.

The group began to shoot out of their seats in a second, and in the next the ball seemed to expand like a geometric toy, the wired tasers being thrown in the air with a flash before smacking people and surfaces alike as they discharged. All three people fell to the floor in trembling heaps, and John dashed out and started to cuff them, Bruce close behind.

The electric bombs were safe to touch now that they had fully discharged, so Bruce had no qualm about stomping on the lightly-burning sections of carpet underneath some of them to prevent any spread of fire as he pushed them aside. The bulkiest goon wasn’t quite down for the count; she was still conscious.

She yanked John off her fallen comrade by his shoulder and threw him into the table’s edge. Bruce threw a Batarang at her arm just as she was about to punch, and John gave a swift knee to her stomach as she flinched.

She fell to the floor with a louder crash and a grunt, pulling the Batarang out from her arm and letting it drop to the floor. “You fucker…” She said, glaring up at John before looking over at Bruce, her eyes widening as he approached with more Batarangs at the ready. “B-Batman…?”

“Yup! He’s real,” John said playfully before smacking the side of her head with the baton. “And so am I,” he added with a growl. He decided to tie her wrists behind the nearest table leg. “I hate not being able to call myself Joker like this… Really sells it better.”

Bruce felt his heart twitch at the name. “You can call yourself that, if it helps,” Bruce said gently, tying the monitoring-station woman’s wrists together, “Just not to people’s faces.”

“Kinda defeats the point,” John grumbled.

Bruce shot a look at the security monitor – Pamela Isley didn’t seem to have heard anything. Still, precaution should be used. “Let’s go,” he said plainly, sweeping out of the room with a swish of his cape.

John tucked a hand into his pocket and followed.

The basement stairs were carpeted and quiet, but Bruce was careful to walk on the outsides rather than the middle. Spiders had clearly made themselves right at home in the damp corners of the walls, and he had to duck to avoid getting the tips of his cowl’s ears stuck in one of their webs. A soft sort of click was heard behind his back, and Bruce figured John had gotten out his grappling gun.

Pamela Isley was bent over a row of exotic-looking orchids posed under heat lamps, dabbing something into the center of a blue orchid’s petals. Bruce saw several troughs full of hallucinogenic mushrooms sitting on the other side of the wall.

“There you go, my darling,” she cooed in a honeyed voice, acting like she was carefully painting the center of the flower, “You’ll soon be the belle of the ball…”

Bruce eyed the electrical box on the other side of the room. It wouldn’t do to drown the place in darkness; he’d be able to see, but John wouldn’t. The best bet was to tackle and restrain her.

Or…

Bruce took out his own grappling gun, and aimed it at Isley’s collar. One click, and it snagged her shirt with practiced ease.

“What the-?!”

Pamela Isley was suddenly dragged yelping through the air at an angle, smacking hard into one of the tables and spilling several unusual potted flowers to the floor.

Bruce grabbed her and threw her to the concrete floor, standing over her with several Batarangs in his hand as John cackled beside him.

“Jonathan Crane,” Bruce growled out, “Where is he?”

Pamela Isley sat up, shock written all over her face as she processed exactly what happened – it quickly morphed to a steely stare. “Batman,” she said slowly in a sweet voice, “I thought you were an urban legend,” she continued, wiping the corner of her mouth where a dribble of blood leaked out. “Do you always treat a lady this way?”

Bruce dragged her up by her collar and threw her against the wall, keeping her at arm’s length. “I know he bought plants from you today. Tell me where he is.”

“Or what?” She taunted, smirking widely at him. “You think I haven’t been knocked around by men before? I’ve been in whole worlds of hurt, honey.”

There was the distinct sound of the grappling wire rushing through the air, and then an enormous crash – John had taken out one of the mushroom tables, the fungi now breaking and bouncing against the floor it the scattered in the dirt.

“Whoopsie,” John hummed, a wide unnerving grin on his face, “butter-fingers.”

Isley looked rather taken aback, but the expression quickly warped into a mocking glare. “You think destroying my inventory is going to intimidate me?”

John shrugged, leaning back against a table and knocking over a several small tropical plants with a slide of his hand, shattering the clay pots and sending the plants scattering to the hard floor.

That definitely got her attention; her face paled slightly and there was tremble in her. “Stop that!”

Bruce glared at her, mentally thanking John for his quick thinking. “Tell me where Crane is and I’ll consider stopping him from tearing this place apart.”

Her dark green eyes glared at him with a slow-boiling dislike. “Let me go first.”

Bruce did a very quick once-over; she didn’t seem to have a gun holster on her, and she was definitely a lighter build than the rest of her gang. Knives were still a possibility. He decided to let go, keeping a Batarang between his fingers just in case as he stepped just out of her reach.

Pamela dusted off her green turtleneck. “I don’t know where he is, and I don’t care. He bought a few of my flowers and left,” she said, crossing her arms.

John laughed, fingering the leaves of the blue orchid she’d been attending. “With a hole in his shoulder? You didn’t even offer a band-aid for that?”

Pamela was closely eyeing the plant in John’s hand. “What if I did?”

“I know he’s a friend of yours, Isley,” Bruce growled. “You’re the only one who could know what he’s planning.”

“I told you, I don’t know,” she stated, “and I don’t care. I’m not his mother.”

“I can see why you were paying such close attention to this one,” John hummed, fingering the petals with a gloved hand. “It’s so pretty. You put a lot of effort into keeping all these, huh?” He grinned at her, almost looking like his usual self. “It’s not just some financial scheme for you, is it?”

“Of course it is,” Pamela stared at him, trying to keep her voice level; Bruce noticed her eyes kept flicking slightly downward, like she was watching the plant. “I breed and sell rare plants to collectors on the side.”

“Oh good! So this won’t bother you!”

In a swift move, John cut the blossom off the stem with the bowie knife one of the group upstairs had been sharpening.

The blossom fell to the table, and Pamela Isley looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

John picked up the blossom. “Let’s see – she’s honest,” he said playfully, plucking a petal from the stem, “she’s not!” He pulled another.

“STOP IT!” Pamela shrieked, making to rush at him – Bruce pulled her back and pointed the tip of the Batarang at her face. She glanced at it fearfully, but then looked back at the flower being torn apart in John’s hand, and it looked like she was watching a child die before her eyes.

“Stop that,” Bruce instructed; John hummed and held it still. “Talk, or my partner and I crush every plant in this place.”

Isley stared at the flower in John’s hand. “I… I don’t know what he’s planning,” she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly. John only touched the tip of a petal before she spoke again – “But-! But I know… He’s building something. He didn’t say what, but he asked for some muscle - I hooked him up with some of Maroni’s old boys.” She shut her eyes and took a breath before glaring at John like he was a complete monster. “I hope the lot of them tears you limb from limb.”

Bruce forced Isley’s hands behind her back and zip-tied them. “Down on the ground,” he growled, pushing down on the top of her head. John pointed the grappling gun in her face with a smirk; a good insurance if she decided to try and elbow Bruce in the face.

Pamela shot them both a hateful glare as she knelt down, and it didn’t waver as her ankles were tied, too. “I won’t forget this,” she spat.

Bruce sent off a message to Tiffany regarding the coordinates of “Poison Ivy”’s headquarters from his gauntlet. He knew she’d get the word out before he could even get back in the car. “Tell it to the judge,” he taunted, leading the way out of the basement, not missing the sparkle in John’s eyes as he followed, the severed, torn orchid blossom having been carelessly thrown at Pamela Isley’s feet.

John gathered up the sticky bomb device before they hustled back to the Batmobile, and it wasn’t until the doors closed that he spoke, and when he did it was in a tone Bruce would almost call revered.

“So, what do we do now, partner?” He asked, a definite glow on his face.

“We go look at some of the Maroni gang’s old haunts and see if we can find anyone recently hired,” Bruce said, the voice modifier in his cowl now disabled. He glanced at his recent text messages:  one from Tiffany giving the ok on Poison Ivy, and another from Iman with the last known location of the stolen Ryde car. “After we look into the motels in the red-light district. Crane might’ve stayed there.”

John laughed to himself, but for once he didn’t share the joke; instead, he pulled out a packet of jerky from the plastic bag he’d brought along. “I knew this would be a long night,” he said cheerfully, as if he was really looking forward to the whole thing.

It was well past one in the morning when Bruce arrived back home through the front gate, the Batsuit stowed away and the plates flipped back to red. The two patrol officers were only somewhat surprised to see him arrive back. Naturally, they reported nothing new, since John had been dropped off in the Batcave first.

Sore muscles were nothing new to Bruce. The old strained climb back up to his bed was just as annoying as ever. He honestly didn’t feel like he wanted to sleep, but after following several empty leads over the city and bruising a few heads alongside John, he did admit that he was physically exhausted. He knew lying down was better than nothing, and he still had to go to work in several hours like he didn’t have a double life. At least he wasn't starving, thanks to John thinking ahead and buying him protein-and-carb-filled snacks.

He forced himself to go through his usual nightly routine, despite the temptation to just flop into bed and lay there. He looked at the bruises on his back and ribs from where John had struggled against him under the influence of Crane’s drug, and decided not to bother putting the bruise-away cream on them, nor on the new ones forming on his shoulder from where one of the former mobsters had hit him.

When he did finally collapse onto the master bed in nothing but his boxer-briefs, his brain still decided to chat away at him.

There were no leads as to who exactly Isley had hired for Crane. Bruce cursed himself for not trying to work the specifics out of her. At least he knew she was arrested for drug possession and manufacturing, as well as smuggling illegal fauna.

There was no word on the whereabouts of Jackie Lant. Her car was missing, and she’d called into work sick. Her apartment hadn’t been visited in the entire time Bruce had his drone’s eye on it, and neither Tiffany nor Iman had seen anything when they looked into Jackie’s friends’ places, either. All Bruce knew was that she hadn’t called an ambulance to fetch her from Toxic Acres, that she hadn’t been admitted to a hospital, and that there was no sign of her body either in the Acres or in the Gotham River.

She was alive, somewhere, and Bruce didn’t know what she was going to do next. He hoped she was just going to lie low until he caught Crane.

Jonathan Crane was nowhere to be found. His house was still empty. He didn’t seem to be staying at any of the motels – or hotels – around the red-light district or its surrounding streets, and nothing had come of a quick credit-card check. The Ryde driver the GCPD fished out of the River that morning had been shot in the head, and his car was so common that if Crane could’ve switched the license plate with anything and been completely invisible. They’d done a quick search of the warehouse district and found no sign of him there, either.

Bruce had the nagging feeling that he wasn’t going to find Crane until the doctor reared his head.

The billionaire rolled onto his stomach, shoving the anxious thought away as he pressed his cheek further into the plush black jersey pillowcase. There were a couple more places he could check tomorrow…

The bedroom door creaked, and Bruce’s eyes shot open, a second away from grabbing the billy-club under his pillow – he could see John’s messy hair in his dark silhouette.

“Bruce? You awake?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“…can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Bruce noticed he closed the door behind him. Like he was planning to stay there.

That definitely put a new light onto the situation. A tense thrill was building in his shoulders as John deigned to sit on the edge of the mattress, his back to Bruce.

John was only wearing his Arkham-regulated pants, and the pale white of his bare skin almost shone in the light streaming in from the window. Bruce saw several bruises forming, one of which was from where he’d gotten grabbed by the shoulder by a Poison Ivy goon, and several more where he’d gotten knocked into.

“…I don’t think I can sleep in that guest room,” John sighed. “I mean, I tried my usual methods of sleep induction, but… It’s too big…and empty. I’m really not used to that.” His voice came out quieter and more contemplative. “I know it’s weird, but do you mind if I sleep in here?” He asked, turning halfway to look right at Bruce.

He felt trapped. If he said no, at the worst John would sulk, and at the best John wouldn’t get any sleep, and that was definitely worse for his mental health. John had mentioned before about how regular sleep cycles were supposed to help with that.

If he said yes, though, he’d know he was sleeping next to John, and there was the tiny worry in the back of his head that John might…try something. Or at least roll over too much.

“I promise I’ll stay over on my side,” John muttered, not tearing his eyes away.

“Alright.”

A sweet smile stretched on his face. “Thanks, Bruce. You won’t regret this.”

“If you keep talking, I might.”

John giggled as he slid beneath the covers on the far side of the bed, flopping one of the extra pillows down between them. “There – a no-roll barrier,” he said as if he had to explain the concept to Bruce.

It did not escape Bruce’s attention that John had decided to lie facing him and rest his arm on top of the pillow. John had pulled the covers up to just underneath his armpits; Bruce could see John's sharp collarbone and the lean wiry muscle of his chest. (Bruce made sure not to look for more than a moment's curiosity would allow.)

God, John’s face was actually his for the first time that whole night. Bruce had gotten used to seeing it in the natural makeup, but it was almost a relief to see it in its normal borderline-luminescent white. He looked like the man Bruce knew.

Acid-green eyes stared at him, flicking slightly and growing soft. “I…did want to talk to you about something, though. If it’s okay.”

“I suppose I’m still awake,” Bruce said in an attempt to lighten the tension in his arms. “Sure.”

“Do you ever…look back on something, and think about the worst thing that could’ve happened in that situation?”

He didn’t like to admit it, but he had. Usually in his worst moods, he’d think about how everything could’ve gone wrong. He’d usually think about everything he could’ve done better, too. “I try not to, but…sometimes, yeah.”

“I’ve been thinking about our fight a lot, lately,” John confessed, “At Ace. I used to think about it a lot when I got recommitted, but… You started visiting me,” he said softly, a light smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You remember when I told you I thought I’d messed things up for us?”

“Yeah.” It was Bruce’s first visit to John. He never forgot the sheer hopeful joy on John’s face upon seeing him. It was practically engraved in his memory.

“Ever since I started sessions with Crane, I kept going back to that night. He always tried to weasel my worst secrets out of me,” he said with a low scowl, “but when he started using that…toxin on me… I kept…thinking about what could have happened back there. I… I know I almost killed you.”

The sheer pain reading in John’s eyes was enough to make Bruce want to wrap his arms around him. It was beautiful and raw and honest, and Bruce found himself holding stock still, almost captivated by the expression.

“I kept seeing it. Over and over – it was like I could see myself throwing you over the railing or-or stabbing you, or...” Bruce saw tears welling up as John clenched the pillow between them. “I don’t want to come close to that again, Bruce,” he managed to say, his voice starting to hitch. “I don’t… I don’t want to kill you.”

Bruce threw his pride away and grabbed John’s hand in his. “You won’t.”

“You…you don’t know that,” John said with a light sob. “If…if I…go back to how I was… If I mess up...”

Bruce squeezed his hand, feeling the soft skin twitch under his fingertips. “I won’t pretend you’re perfect,” he said, honesty seeping through every word, “but I know you, John. I know you’re not going after Crane out of revenge, like you did with Waller. You reached out to me for help – but you were already trying to find a way to stop him without resorting to just stabbing him with the nearest shiv.”

John sniffed, a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth like he was almost smiling. “Yeah…”

“So you’re not the same person you were then, are you?” He soothed with a supportive smile. “Even if you feel you are going backward, I know it won’t be to that same point.”

“Maybe…” he said with another sniff, looking more serious. “But Bruce, you know there are things I can’t ever really stop, right? The auditory psychosis is pretty much going to stay with me the rest of my life,” he started, clutching Bruce’s hand back, “and I’m not going to lie here and pretend my pulse wasn’t pounding a mile a minute when we were fighting those mobsters out there.” He sported a small knowing grin at him. “You know what that’s like, though, don’t you…”

(Yes, he did.)

“…you know what’s funny? I used to think one bad day could turn a person completely upside down.” John managed to stroke his thumb against Bruce’s knuckle, sending a little shiver over the skin, and Bruce wondered if John knew how incredibly intimate that gesture felt as he stared softly at him from the pillow. “Especially after Waller came to town… But…I never really thought things could go back up after it. I guess it just…takes a while.”

Bruce knew there was something right in John’s line of thinking. It only took one day to turn his life on its head, and he felt he knew, despite John having no memory of his life before Arkham, that something similar had happened to him. “Well…they say time heals all wounds.”

“How much passed before yours started to heal?”

He almost didn’t want to answer. The truth was that he wasn’t sure at all if he was ever going to fully heal, despite knowing what his parent’s really were. Maybe it was because he knew the terrible truth about them that they wouldn’t ever heal right. Maybe he’d always have that miserable note in the background of his life.

“…I’m still healing.”

“I didn’t say you stopped, buddy,” John chuckled with a knowing look. “Still…got good days and bad days, huh?”

“Feels like it, yeah.” Today…was definitely more of a mixed day. Looking at John across from him, though, all honest and open, and thinking back to how it felt to fight alongside him again, and investigate with him, with that warmth and instant familiar comfort between that never faded away, he almost felt like he wanted to call it a good day. “Today might have tilted things right-side up.”

John laughed, a genuine, humored one that was almost infectious. “Now I know I’m rubbing off on you; that sounds like something I’d say!”

John slipped his hand away and turned to lie on his back, still chuckling to himself. The warmth still burned in Bruce’s palm, and he found himself reluctant to pull his hand away at all.

John turned to him once more, an all-too-familiar affection shimmering brightly in the green depths. It pulled Bruce in and made him feel like he should inch close enough to feel the warmth and security it promised. “’Night, Bruce.”

“Goodnight, John.”

John turned over, leaving Bruce to stare at the bruises forming on his shoulders. There was the terrible temptation in his hands to shove the pillow between them aside and wrap his arm around the man’s middle so he could lean into that pale, battered back and bury his face in a head of soft, green hair.

There was a worse urge, one so vivid it almost made Bruce’s head spin – he could just reach out and touch the bruises, feather-light, and trail his fingertips down the curve of spine until it arched with a pleased shudder, and Bruce could follow that trail with his mouth as far as John would let him.

Bruce turned his head away, the memory of John’s lips on his coming to the front of his mind, and he shut out the mental image of repeating that kiss right then and there, telling himself that he really shouldn’t feel that way towards someone who desperately needed support, nor to his best friend who he’d left scarred in more ways than one, and certainly not someone who was both.

It had been a long time since Bruce shared a bed with someone, and far, far longer when he shared one with someone he didn’t have sex with.

He hoped that was all it was. Just the bed’s memory getting to him, and nothing else…

Notes:  Super-sexy-plant-person-in-her-late-twenties Ivy is OUT. Cougar-aged-mobster-botanist Ivy is IN! >:) 

I really wanted a different Ivy. I’m tired of the young, uber-sexy walking plant-human-hybrid that’s immune to all toxins and diseases; plants get diseases, too, and she’s so plant-like she should have some kind of physical humanizing weakness! It’s much more interesting to have a human who’s just built up an immunity and uses her babies for weapons and business; I kept her serious environmentalist trait, though, because while I dislike the anti-hero thing she’s got going on lately and would love to see her as a straight-up villain again, we do have to relate to her somehow, and her love of nature is always going to be a good part of her. Since Harley’s older, too, I figured it would be alright if they had a ten-year gap between them, so when Pam eventually goes to Black Gate one day, they’ll be pals. ;)

And Bruce you complete fool!!!! You should’ve kissed him!!!  Why do you do this to yourseellllfff? D:

I'm sorry it took so long, but as you can tell, I had a lot to work on, and I’m doing my best to write the next chapter as quickly as I can while this nutty energy in my brain is still fresh. I’m trying to keep with my weekly schedule, but I hope you guys are okay with having a gap day, as appears to be the habit now. ( ._. ) I mean, no one yells at me or anything for being late, but I aim to please with my work, and part of that is being consistent. 

I shall continue to try my hardest! (*｀へ´*) 彡3 See you next weekend!!!

[spidypool]

Tales From Bed Bath & Beyond

So I’ve decided to start a little series called “Tales From Bed Bath & Beyond”.  For those of you who follow me you know I’ve been working there for almost 4 years now. And honestly this store is one giant mess. It wasn’t always like that mind you.  But it is now.  My sister says I work in the real life Superstore (never seen the show but I’ll take her word for it).

I’m writing these little tales 1. Because so many incidents happen I can never remember them all, 2. One day I’ll probably wanna look back on these, 3. I’ll have a ton of stories to tell me niece and nephews, and 4. For @ladysnowstorm​ because she LOVES hearing all about the Bed Bath and Beyond drama.

This first post I’m just gonna give some background so anyone who wants to read them will have an idea of the set up.

Alright lets start with the store and the ranking. So in BBB it goes:

Store Manager (can tell what this is by the name)

LOD aka Leader On Duty (just the senior who is currently in charge because the store manager can’t always be there)

Senior (head Managers of the store)

Department Supervisors (the managers of each store department)

LEAD aka I have no idea what that stands for ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  (they are just Department Sups but just without the extra responsibility)

Associates aka the bottom of the food chain

Maintenance (change my mind these guys are the bottom of the food chain)

*There are other parts and stuff but this is all that you guys should know

See I’m an associate. Officially. However I’m treated as a manager and most of the managers obey me so hey I am a manager just without the title, the pay, and well the actual authority.

Now I work at the largest BBB in the world located in NYC. It’s 3 stories tall PLUS the warehouse. Customers only have access to 2 of those levels.  The store is so large it is divided into smaller departments. I’m sure other stores do this but they probably don’t have it divided up so much. Anyways they are:

Frontend which includes

Checkout

Customer Service

Home Delivery

Cashroom

Hardside

Seasonal

Seasonal Electronics

Small Appliances

Kitchen Basics

Pots and Pans

Utilities

Soft Side but really called Lifestyles

Vacuums

Cleaning

Tabletops

Closet and storage

Bath

Candles

Rugs

Towels

Shower Curtains

Bath Essentials

Bedding

Bedding

Furniture

Window Treatment

Frames

HBC aka Health & Beauty Care

okay this ones obvious but beauty stuff

and some random cleaning

Gormey Foods

food

Registry

Baby Registry

Wedding Registry

Also Luggage

And Fancy Dishes

Inventory Control

damaged products and such

Warehouse

where extra stuff is kept

Office

People who answer the phones

Secretary stuff

Human Resources

Scan

they order stuff for the building

LP aka Loss Prevention

they deal with stolen stuff

full of a bunch of idiots

Training

they train the staff on well anything

Okay well I think that everything that matters really. Anyways I’m part of the Frontend Staff! But not only that I’ve every department of the Frontend. Which is well a lot of work.  Plus I’m backup to the office. Just means I answer phones and am generally bored out of my mind 99% of the time.

So now that you know about the ranks and the building set up what about the most Important part. The people!

Seniors/LODs

Sha-tanna - my favorite LOD she’s the bomb funny thing though we actually could not get along to save our lives and it wasn’t until I started working in the Cashroom that suddenly we worked great together. Go figure.

Darnell - used to be my Frontend Manager and we got along great until he was promoted and the power went to his head. He won’t shut up at all. Is always talking and is generally considered the most annoying guy around. You can literally hear him from down the hall. But all in all he’s not the worse boss and sometimes I like him but sometimes I wanna strange him.

Anthony Illarti (we just call him Illarti cause there are a ton of Anthony’s in the building) - he is a bitch. Just putting that out there. He’s a bitch.  He’s rude to people, says the most inappropriate things, frankly he doesn’t know how to work with people. But he can be a good boss?  I mean considering most of the people we work with are terrible he’s not the worse? IDK how to describe him. He’s like 80% of the time terrible but 20% good so yeah...

Quincy - he has no idea what he’s doing like ever.  I usually end up telling him what to do because OMG he cannot handle anything.

Twed Jacket (I can’t remember his name so shoot me) - thinks he know everything doesn’t know anything and fucks shit up trying to boss us around and just GETS IN THE WAY. Like holy shit just go you make our lives SO MUCH HARDER. Just GO.

Kathleen - a stupid fucking cunt. Yes yes I said that. I know.  I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt but HA she proved everyone else was right about how awful she is. She literally knows NO ONE’S names. Only the people she hates. If you tell her no at anytime she will find a way to DESTROY you. She also knows nothing, can’t count, forgets to do her job all the time like remembering to lock the door. I cannot say anything good about her. She is the worst.

Managers

Joey - he’s bath and lifestyles. He’s a good guy. Kinda short, gay, and an annoying dude but in a fun way.

DeShaw - hardside.  Freakishly tall, really reliable, and a good guy.

Ronald - hardside. We don’t really talk. He’s okay-ish at his job.

Alex - HBC. Is kinda like that annoying little brother type.

Steve - HBC okay so he’s not a manager but I swore up and down he way and then I found out he wasn’t so he’s going on this list cause he SHOULD be.  He teases everyone all the time like ALL THE TIME. It can get annoying.

Victor - bedding. He was Frontend but couldn’t hack it. Being honest here.

Rochelle - bedding. I know nothing about her at all. We’ve spoken like twice.

*There are some others but I cannot remember their names so not important here or to my stories.

Frontend Managers (there are so many they get their own section)

Ms. B - customer service only. She’s a good boss but she also hates me. I have no idea why. Also I actually like her.

Shelina - frontend only. Okay ya’ll this is the person I will talk about the most. She’s THE BOMB. The Badass MVP. She actually runs the entire frontend cause everyone else is stupid idiots and have no idea what they’re doing. Like at all. She makes the schedule, orders products, sets up everything, puts away the products, I mean it she does EVERYTHING. I work with her a lot. She’s taught me everything I know. Literally the best person and I love her. You guys are going to hear SO MUCH ABOUT HER.

Dumescus - I hate him. He tortured me for months. Bullied and treated me like shit. He flirts with all the women and if his flirting doesn’t work well he hates you. He literally has a group of girl squeal at every word he says.  He does nothing even though he’s given all the responsibility and treated like he’s in charge of the whole department. Only thing he actually does is fix the registers.

Tiffany - we started at the same time and are friends and as much as I love her she has no idea what she’s doing. But she does have one of the biggest hearts. She’s fed me when I planned on going hungry to save money. And she has a positive attitude. She technically a department sup but she doesn’t act like it. She is a good person and a good friend but she panics at even the slightest pressure. She acts like a LEAD doing on the basics of her job. The Bare minimum.  She seriously need to start acting like a leader.

Celeste - a LEAD. I like her as a person. She’s also the best person to close Customer Service when you’re in the Cashroom. She’s also the youngest LEAD. And the thing is when I started she used to be a badass LEAD. She was great at her job used to give it 110%. I honestly don’t know what happened. Now she does nothing more than the bare minimum. Hell she even stops me from doing the other parts of my job to make sure I “stay on a register”.  Even when we have 6 open cashiers and no customers. I like her a lot but whatever happened to her she stopped being a great LEAD and just fails all the time.

Jessica - a LEAD. The gossip Queen. A very likable person.  But being likable doesn’t mean you’re a great or even good boss. She does nothing. When she started he was so eager to learn but no she disappears to gossip with people. Never comes back and just does the basics. It’s sad really. All the potential just wasted.

Sanshia - a LEAD. I hated her, I liked her, I hated her again, now I like her again.  She was for the longest time the most hated LEAD. She was a bitch to everyone and no one wanted to work with her. Something happened and now she’s actually good to work with. Not that she does anything more than the basics. Seeing a pattern guys? Everyone does the basics and pons off their work onto others if given half the chance. Sanshia is no exception.

Kenisha - a LEAD. A literal baby who cries when she doesn’t get what she wants, throws fits, and is just petty. Funny thing is she’s proven she can actually be good at her job she just chooses not to.  She is actually the most hated LEAD right now because of how horrible and childish she acts. It’s just terrible.

Marsha - she gets her own spot because she secretly runs the whole store. Her offical job is head of the office but really she’s girl Friday.  She makes sure everything is running and knows everything. Frankly she’s the bomb and a lot of people are terrified of her. IDK why. I actually have a total crush on her... She so awesome and pretty.

Now I could talk about all the associates but I’m not going to because the staff is ridiculously large and they come and go so often that there’s not too much of a reason to bother.  But you’ll hear more about then as I tell you guys about what happens at my store.

There’s also other people in other positions I could mention and I have a ton of stories to tell you all ready but I’m not gonna cause they’re all stupid people as you’ll learn soon enough.

Okay so I know I just threw a lot of fact at you thanks if you’ve stuck it out this far but from now on all my Bed Bath and Beyond Tales will be fun stories or awful things that happened. Eh we’ll just see what happens.

[urdearestmom]

100 Questions

Tagged by @bob-newby-superhero thanks!!

1. What is your nickname? Sari, Sarita, Sarinha

2. How old are you? 18

3. What is your birth month? December

4. What is your zodiac sign? Sagittarius

5. What is your favourite colour? Green!

6. What’s your lucky number? 17 because it’s my birthday lmao

7. Do you have any pets? No but I really want a cat. Everyone in my family has dogs

8. Where are you from? I’m Luso-Canadian (my family is from Portugal but we live in Canada)

9. How tall are you? My driver’s license says 160 cm but the doctor told me 163. Either way, around 5’3”

10. What shoe size are you? Uhh depends on the shoe but usually 6.5-7

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Many, but I always wear the same shit lol

12. Are you random? Sometimes, I guess

13. Last person you texted? I texted myself pictures from my mom’s phone. Last message in general was to @eljane-hoppers

14. Are you psychic in any way? Haha sometimes I think I am, but my mom is more >:^)

15. Last TV show watched? Saw an episode of Four Weddings on TLC this morning

16. Favourite movie? The Book Thief or The Greatest Showman

17. Favourite show from your childhood? iCarly!! Used to watch it religiously after school every day it was on

18. Do you want children? Yes, but definitely not right now lmao

19. Do you want a church wedding? Kind of yeah. It’ll depend on who I end up marrying but it’d probably be some kind of disgrace if I didn’t get married in a church

20. What is your religion? I am Catholic

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yup tons of times, whether for myself or other people

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope, I am a Child of God™

23. How is life? Could be better, probably, but it’s pretty chill right now

24. Baths or showers? Showers, but I also really like baths

25. What colour socks are you wearing? Bold of you to assume I’m wearing socks at all

26. Have you ever been famous? I mean if you google my name the results are me. I was on CBC because I was in the national spelling bee in 2012

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? I feel like it’d be fun and cool for a while but then I’d get tired of it. I don’t like having people all up in my business and that seems like what life is like for big celebrities :/ But having a lot of influence would be awesome

28. What type of music do you like? Literally anything except country music (I’m not all that into rap/trap music either, but I can appreciate it from time to time) here’s a playlist of my favourite stuff it’s like seven hours long but if you go through it you’ll see it’s really all kinds :)

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Maybe and I don’t remember? My childhood was a questionable era

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2, both under my head

31. What position do you usually sleep in? I usually fall asleep on my side but I almost always wake up on my back so I don’t actually know how I’m sleeping

32. How big is your house? 2 stories and a basement

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cup of milk with something else, usually a bowl of cereal or bread/croissant with Nutella

34. Have you ever left the country? YeET I’ve been to Portugal a bunch of times, Spain once, and to France on a 5-hour layover but we didn’t leave the airport and I don’t remember it anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

35. Have you ever tried archery? Does it count if it was on Wii Sports? And yeah once and I was terrible at it

36. Do you like anyone? I think so and it sucks because he’s my friend :(

37. Favourite swear word? Probably fuck, I say it a lot. But I also say shit a lot so I mean idrk

38. When do you fall asleep? Oof regularly past midnight, but the time varies

39. Do you have any scars? A giant burn mark on my leg and a very faint lil thing on my right hand from this time I accidentally did an entire flip in my driveway

40. Sexual orientation? Was previously sure I was straight but I’m kind of starting to question that?

41. Are you a good liar? I like to think that I’m a very convincing actress

42. What languages would you like to learn? Mm I already speak Portuguese (if you ever wanna learn something hmu), and I learned some French because that’s mandatory in Canada but I dropped it and I want to get back into it. So, French! I also learned some German this year and I might continue with it. Also maybe Spanish, I can already understand some

43. Top 10 songs? Umm

Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar

Rock You Like A Hurricane - Scorpions

Theme From New York, New York - Frank Sinatra

True Faith - New Order

Age Of Consent - New Order

A Million Dreams - The Greatest Showman OST

Second Waltz - Dmitri Shostakovich

Power Of Love - Celine Dion

Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry

Halo - Beyonce

44. Do you like your country? Canada? Yeah, I love it except for the stupid ass weather. I get sick every fucking time the season changes

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yeeee!! They’re all awesome people

46. What is your personality type? INFP- there’s more info here if you want to know what that means

47. Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw ftw bitches

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yesssss

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? Buzzfeed told me that, based on my music taste, I am “a student of classic rock like School of Rock’s Dewey Finn” (but actually HA I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I LOVED JACK BLACK IN THAT MOVIE)

50. Left or right handed? Righttttt

51. Are you scared of spiders? They don’t scare me as much as induce some kind of panic, but it really depends what kind of spider. Really little ones are actually kind of cute, but big spiders send me into cardiac arrest

52. Favourite food? Akjsnfskd PASTA

53. Favourite foreign food? Idk man I’m already picky af with my food. If I live in Canada does that make the Portuguese food I eat on a daily basis foreign because if so I loooooove me some fuckin barbecued chicken

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Fairly clean. If I wasn’t my mother would hurt me lol

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Idk probably figure out how to pee standing up, maybe make use of the ability to lie on my stomach without hurting my chest :)

56. What colour underwear? I think this is turquoise

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Depends what I’m getting ready for. On a regular day, ten minutes tops. If I’m going out to an event it can be upwards of an hour; sometimes less, sometimes more

58. Do you have much of an ego? Idk if it’s ego so much as me being confident in myself. Anyone who has a problem with me and decides to be rude about it can suck my non-existent dick

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I try to suck them but it never lasts for long, I almost always bite them unless I’m really concentrating on not biting

60. Do you talk to yourself? Lmfao only ALL THE TIME

61. Do you sing to yourself? Yeee

62. Are you a good singer? I don’t think I’ll blow out your eardrums but I know I’m not the best either. I’ll just say I’m not terrible

63. Biggest Fears? Heights and deep water

64. Are you a gossip? I live for drama does that make me a gossip

65. Are you a grammar nazi? Yeah if I’m talking to someone I’m very comfortable with (my cousin for example) or if I’m trying to be petty

66. Do you have long or short hair? Long! I’m growing it out so I can be really dramatic and chop it all off later (also thinking of donating it)

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I can name almost all of them but I always forget a few. I think it’s pretty good considering I was never taught American geography

68. Favourite school subject? Instrumental music and history were my favourites

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Idk I guess extroverted introvert? Is that a thing???? I’m really awkward and panicky in social situations with people I don’t know but if I have friends around I’m just here to have the time of my life

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No

71. What makes you nervous? Having to talk to people I don’t know (it literally makes me panic it’s horrible)

72. Are you scared of the dark? Sometimes, yeah

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Lmao ok this depends on who the person is and if I’m in that kind of mood (but when I was a kid I used to correct my teachers)

74. Are you ticklish? Yes very

75. Have you ever started a rumour? No

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Yes, I’ve been to Portugal a bunch of times, Spain once, and France on a layover

77. Have you ever drank underage? Chugged a cup of beer by accident when I was 6 oops

78. Have you ever done drugs? No but even if I had I don’t think I would say it here unless it was something minor like weed

79. What do you fantasize about? Travelling the world!!!!! And like, being a successful adult because right now I have no idea what the actual fuck I’m doing with my life

80. How many piercings do you have? Two, one in each ear

81. Can you roll your Rs? You gotta in Portuguese! I’m also fairly sure my French and German pronunciations are pretty much on point most of the time so I can do those types of R sounds as well

82. How fast can you type? Pretty fast on my phone and not slow on my laptop either (when you’re a writer you end up learning to type faster than you thought you would lol)

83. How fast can you run? Oof I’m not slow when I first start off but that only goes for like max 10 seconds

84. What colour is your hair? Dark brown

85. What colour are your eyes? Also dark brown

86. What are you allergic to? Bigots

87. Do you keep a journal? I have a diary I’ve had since I was like 10 but I don’t write in it very often. I also have a notebook where I write down fic ideas and outline plots

88. Are you depressed about anything? I actually think I might have seasonal depression or something but I’m not sure

89. Do you like your age? Yeah I guess being 18 is cool

90. What makes you angry? People who refuse to listen to reason

91. Do you like your own name? Yes it means princess!

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? No but I ate lead once

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? No preference as long as it is alive and healthy

94. What talents do you have? Uhh I can play two instruments and will be learning a third does that count? I just remembered I can also balance a spoon on my nose

95. Sun or moon? Moon

96. How did you get your name? My mom had a friend named Sara when she was a kid and she always liked the name so here I am having been named Sara

97. Are you religious? Kind of? I don’t go to church very often but I think I believe in God (I believe that there’s something, at least). I’ve also received all the Sacraments that I can (as of right now that’s baptism, first communion, and confirmation)

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Nope

99. Colour of your bedspread? Right now it’s just plain white

100. Colour of your room? Bright green!

Yeet I’m finished! Took forever ‘cause I kept getting interrupted but oh well

tagging: @eljane-hoppers @hannahberrie @mikeywheelerr @queer-deckovskij

[avesnongrata]

Sooooooo all of the questions for Weekend Plans? (If that's okay) :D

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?tbh I mostly wanted to see if I could. I was out of practice, and I was mostly used to writing one-shot ficlets. Long fics were new to me.

2: What scene did you first put down?The whole thing started with Natasha in Maria's bathtub, explaining how she broke into her apartment in particular because it was relatively easy and she had the highest quality liquor cabinet. It was supposed to be a cute, lighthearted drabble. Oops.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Natasha doesn't respond for a few seconds. Then, to Maria's complete and utter surprise, she shifts back towards Maria, taking up the space between them. Her shoulders rest lightly against Maria's chest, close enough that Maria hopes she can't feel how abruptly her pulse quickens. Natasha pauses, then takes Maria's wrist, gently guiding her hand off her hip to let it ghost against her belly through the cotton of Maria's borrowed t-shirt.

(I'm also a fan of the boxing flashback montage in chapter 5 and the bits in chapter 6 and 7 where Maria interacts with Liho.)

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?You're getting my top 3:

"Thanks. Call me 'Butch' again and I'll hand you your ass," she warns. "And I know how much you hate being handed things."

"'Killer' as in 'gorgeous' or 'killer' as in 'full of concealed weaponry'?"

"Not so fast, Hill. I’m enforcing the dress code."

5: What part was hardest to write?Probably the scene at the party? I'd never written that many different characters into a scene before. I wanted to make sure all the cameos were fun and in-character in a small amount of screen time. Plus I was afraid I wouldn't stick the landing. I was afraid I'd disappoint people with the ending.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?It was the first fic I'd written in YEARS. It pulled me into the fandom head first, and it really saved me from drowning in grad school. I was isolated and lonely and depressed and my sense of self-worth was almost at zero, but then I started sharing this fic. People started interacting with me. I made a bunch of new friends. I had something to look forward to working on, something that balanced out how much of an absolute failure I felt like at school and in the rest of my life.

7: Where did the title come from?It's pretty self-explanatory: the fic's about what they get up to on the weekends. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

I got the idea when I was home visiting my parents. I got to lounge in their bathtub and drink their booze. Luckily I did not have bruised ribs, a black eye, or glass in my shoulder. Unluckily I also did not have an attractive woman to take care of me.

Pepper (and her good relationship advice and super helpful encouragement) was inspired by my sister.

I started learning to box about the same time I started to write this fic, hence the Maria-is-a-boxer headcanon.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?Not really, other than the fact that it started short and kept growing and growing.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?When I first started messing around in the fandom, I kept going back and forth between Nat/Maria, Nat/Pepper, Maria/Pepper, and Nat/Maria/Pepper. I couldn't settle on which ship I was most interested in. That was all based on the MCU at that point. Then I started reading the Edmondson/Noto run of the comics. I loved seeing Maria's concern for Nat, loved watching her do little things to help take care of her, even though Nat was kind of a mess. I wanted to explore that dynamic. Once I started I got hooked, and I never looked back.

11: What do you like best about this fic?I'm proud of the character work I did. I like how there's virtually no plot that isn't driven by their interactions: there are no bad guys, no action sequences, no world-ending schemes to thwart, just two women learning how to be in love with each other. And somehow it's an engaging and interesting story anyway.

12: What do you like least about this fic?I liked the two truths and a lie details when I wrote them, but having spent more time getting to know Nat and Maria, I don't think I'd have chosen those particular details. I'm not sure what I'd have chosen instead, though.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?Here's my Weekend Plans playlist. It's got some overlap with GttD, since a bunch of the songs on there are just blackhill songs in general to me.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?Like with GttD, I mostly just wanted more blackhill content, and I wanted more people to fall in love with them like I did.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?I learned that I was capable of starting and finishing a longish fic by myself. I learned that creating content is not always like shouting into a void, and that interacting with a fandom can be fun and rewarding. I learned that I could balance writing with the rest of the shit going on in my life. I learned that I genuinely  enjoy writing, and I didn't need to give it up in favor of doing something 'more productive' with my time.

[kaisooficrec]

hello sweet peaches! 

this is an extremely long list so we’ve decided to put them under the cut. yes, we’ve counted, and there’s 75+ bottomsoo fics listed, and they’re all from 2016 and after! so… without further ado!

anti-climax - honestly still one of my favourite bottomsoo smut ever. kyungsoo has never experienced an orgasm, and jongin’s gonna change that.

rookie boy - fuck me up real good, shy dom!jongin

backslide - kyungsoo is sexually frustrated bc all the dates he goes on end up with bad sex… so who better to call than his ex boyfriend jongin?

shades of green - !!! daddy kink with older!nini. jongin gets jealous when an old friend gets a lil too touchy with his soo + humiliation kink ohoho yes

velvet dreams - i really love this fic! the writing is amazing, i love the emotions conveyed, especially kyungsoo’s insecurities 

pose for me - model jongin and insecureish ksoo who also becomes a model to spend more time with jongin

translucent you - WET KAISOO need i say more /eye emoji/

love is - kyungsoo basically rides jongin until he cries (i cried too)

iNK - incubus!jongin with an obsession for high schooler!soo (warnings: bloodplay)

love in control - bdsm! kyungsoo goes on the internet to find someone (/coughs/ jongin ofc) to satisfy his particular needs~

come as you are - this is so cute omg, a werewolf/vampire relationship that kaisoo needs to hide from everyone

i am happy when i am with you - abo verse, cute friends to lovers fic where they’re quite unaware of each other’s feelings smh + jongin offers to spend kyungsoo’s heat with him :~)

drawing you - jongin, a fine arts student, draws kyungsoo for his project

i’ll heal you when you’re sick - non au, kyungsoo “takes care” of jongin when he gets sick

a simple life - two broken hearts heal with each other, this is stunnin (warnings: slight dubcon, master/slave)

autumn warmth - sequel to one eyed hue, crossdressing!jongin, queen aistehtik out here breaking gender roles

tifu… by sending nudes to my boss - fuck. yes. the title speaks for itself ;) but mmmm the jongin bicep appreciation in this gets me going

if you allow me - kyungsoo moves into a new apartment and his roommates are… weird. age switch, age gap and bloodplay (hek yes)

sweet against your lips - coffeeshop!au, jongin spills coffee on kyungsoo’s crotch and offers to clean it up :~)

on your knees (pretty please) - LISTEN this fucked me up so good oh my god, now THIS is a Powerbottom Fic. ksoo commanding jongin i just.. holy–

spellbound - kyungsoo goes to a strip club and meets jongin, and then starts seeing him a lot more frequently out of the club

body moves (yeah, just a little bit) - model!soo stylist!jong, wild n passionate sex. if you like this, read the sequel: come on home with me (baby, let it loose) (it’s topsoo!)

love is (for walls) - policeman!jongin gets late for their anniversary and has to pay the price + powerbottom kyungsoo, handcUFFS, barebacking… heck me up  

need you now - cute flustered ksoo buying condoms with his boyfriend for the good times

provocative - kyungsoo has sex with sex god jongin on a dare. absolutely gorgeous writing, the smut scene is poetic. 

deliver my pizza - slight!crack, kyungsoo has a pizza delivery boy kink and guess who gets roped up into roleplaying? 

lamborghini mercy - (warnings: dubcon) kyungsoo works at a car wash and has a crush on rich!nini who rolls in on his laaaaaaaaamb

sins of the flesh - we cannot go without reccing hobash. kyungsoo finds a video of his teammate on a pornsite.

First Times Are Always Awkward, Right? - powerbottom soo (warnings: this is highschool au so they’re both underage)

Can’t Sleep - ksoo is cute and whiny and jongin calls him baby 

Body (guard) - bodyguard!jong, kyungsoo drinks an aphrodisiac akdkalja slight!crack 

Talkative Actions - powerbottom ksoo and awk jong, this is so sweet!!

Like water, we combine - shower sex, domestic, this is purely pwp 

Spaghetti Kiss - non au where jongin is jealous of kyungsoo’s spaghetti kiss w kwangsoo (inspired by that running man ep!)

Kiss You Inside Out - stress relief fluffy smut

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you - ex!boyfriends, dirty talk

Birthday Sex - well yes bday sex :-) the sexual tension though :o

(First time?) Meeting - they met online and sext and send nudes but dont know they’re bffs irl hmmm

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you- - exes!kd but they end up having a passionate sex anyway....:--)

you've got the healing that i want - prom night but they get bored! maybe a round in their car will do right~

kristhaswaggerdad’s entire fucking collection (pun totally intended ohoho): getting it on - with toys ;)

             partition (glamorous) - ceo!jongin + car sex 

             here and now - abo verse

from kadi-centred fic fests:

no one dies this time: 

aurora - abo verse, kyungsoo is sent to alpha!jongin for protection and um the lovemaking is intense okay

caught in a comet’s tail - alien/intergalactic/tribal(ish) au, jongin comes from a planet where his tribe is dying and ksoo wants to save him

give in to me - i remember clicking this link so hard when i read the desc the first time i saw it. anyway, ex-boyfriends kaisoo get stuck in an elevator + riding!soo

like gravity - i love this fic so much honestly (psssst it’s got elevator sex)

lips like warm coffee - ex-boyfriends kaisoo spend 7 minutes in heaven :~) (ngl tho i got triggered when ji said “hello mr do”) 

love me - kyungsoo is a very sweet, loving and understanding boyf but then again are we even surprised? (warnings: mentions of depression, will make you hurt in the best way)

mr and mr kim - mr and mrs. smith!au, remember that rough sex scene in the movie? yep. ‘nuff said. 

overtaken - the sex scene is short but as per the third ask, the writing is good and it’s a really fun story + it is bottomsoo lol

put your venom in me - one of my fave dystopian!au where any “reckless” behaviour is banned. it’s both topsoo and bottomsoo; switching is perfectly common and healthy c:

summer snapdragons - the writing is INCREDIBLE, and i am still shook to my core. kyungsoo works as a barista for ceo!jongin (warnings: age gap and age switch)

will you stay with me - LISTEN THIS IS TWD!AU and ya’ll gotta know admin i is the biggest heux for anything with zombies!!!! kaisoo are amazing characters written with such depth, and the entire story is lit give it a chance please (warnings: gore, violence, minor character death, mentions of depression)

you know you love me - !!! gossip girl au for everyones fave gg otp but with kaisoo aka heaven (warnings: slight homophobia, minor character death, drunk!sex, mentions of depression)

10kfrp:

cosmic love - this is so beautiful! kyungsoo falls in love with the native from another planet :’) + JONGIN HAS PINK HAIR WITH FLOWERS IN IT 

dearly departed - they make sweet love on top of a bus in the middle of a zombie apocalypse

forkadionly:

campaigning for your heart - one of the funniest enemies to lovers fics! it’s politics au where kaisoo support different candidates + it’s powerbottom!soo

convoluted desires - war!au, jongin loses his bestfriend seungsoo in the war and he’s broken, when he goes to a brothel he meets seungsoo’s younger brother soo

cosmic fire - a personal fave from fko! the worldbuilding in this is amazing. (warnings: interspecies sex, technically)

hands on you - not very smutty but the author will hit you with that daddy kink outta nowhere hooo boy

locked in love - prison!au, they meet e/o there (prison sex omg)

retrograde motion - long ass incredibly written mama au with some sweet sweet loving? sign me tf up

starboy - omg space enthusiast soo is so cute in this!! and um jongin killed me with his ‘baby boy’ right outta nowhere. a beautiful coming of age type of fic! 

that would be enough - doctor au, both are career driven especially jong but then they start to drift apart and ksoo fears that ji will leave him one day

you are my spring - kaisoo’s relationship blossoms like spring time! (warnings: mentions of depression and anxiety)

And If Skies Could Speak - camp/scout au, soo is there and not allowed to go ‘outside’ the borders, then he meets someone who shows him the place turns out that someone has been smitten with him since day 1 hh

best days of our lives:

kyungsoo’s vitamin d - pure pwp oh my lord. powerbottom cockslut kyungsoo + riding!soo. this will for sure quench your thirst.  

secret’s untold - oh lordy lord the body worship!!! kyungsoo is a fairy (in heat) and he gives off a sweet smell ;) but fr this is wow okay  

rock-a-bye baby - domestic kaisoo smut, they do it in a newly built treehouse for their kids shame on them

rumours - jongin is a mafia leader, and blackmails kyungsoo 

when you say nothing at all - read the warnings, mafia au, ksoo is sad bc jong has always a bunch of pretty girls over but jong actually likes him

you’re all i have - pure pwp once more i’m yelling!! jongin’s lap is kyungsoo’s throne ;) 

bottomsoo fics from other fic fests:

midnight calling - fantasy, horror, (read warnings), i thought this fic was hauntingly beautiful, please do give this a try!

spur of the moment - from do-itall! and yells i’m getting size queen vibes from this /eye emoji/ plus there’s rimming and hung!jongin ohoho

and here are previously answered reqs on our blog with bottomsoo! happy reading lovelies!! (a special shoutout to everyone who thinks we’re apparently topsoo blog or something. though, y’know, we love topsoo too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

KFR admins ♡

[meru-chanx3]

Tagged by @did-someone-say-feels tysm Aiira!! _(   _´ω`)_  1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true APPEARANCE: I am 5'7" or taller (c r  i es) I wear glasses (contacts seem scary;;) I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces (my teeth have been freed from their metal prison and I’m supposed to wear my retainer every night but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny (h o w ? ? i dont understan) Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges (to an exteeennnnt) I’m playfully rude with people I know well (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵) I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports (pls dont send me out into the field i’ll d i e) I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else (used to be!) I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month (too much im so draine d) I enjoy writing (if only I’d write more..) FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION I do or have done martial arts EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi (in the Philippines when I visited relatives when I was like. Four? They called it a taxi but it was like a jeep thing?) I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year (I needed to get my ribs x-rayed after I was thrown off my bike by a pickup truck long story) I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country (Philippines. Once. A long time ago. I really really wanna travel more but no muns ;v;) I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live (NGH I w i s h. I’ve never seen snow in real life TuT) I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair (I got blond highlights for my junior high promotion but then it looked weird when my dark hair started to grow out and I never dyed it againn) I’m listening to one song on repeat right now Houfuku Revival. I miss shuuenpro (  ;  ∀  ;  ) I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone (When I was in the 7th grade, I used to volunteer at the kids’ section of my church and we were playing tag and I ended up falling off the playground fort and breaking my left ankle while trying to get away from a kid. It’s fully healed though! Just had to spend a summer in a cast;;) I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life (kinda. sorta.) I speak at least 2 languages (no, but I wanna better learn Japanese and Tagalog c’:) I have made a new friend in the past year (a bunch and I’m grateful for every one of them aaaa) Tagging @iitacr, @buono-romano, @jellyfishsprinkles, @patallcats, @qurusu, @suzuyajuuzou19, @never-can-we, @sinsocks, @e-dely​ (ง ˙ω˙)ว Ya’ll don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna, but could you at least like this so I know I’m not bugging you? ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥) tyyy

[yodepalma]

TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME. 21, 22, 49 ♥

21. What aspect ofyour writing are you most proud of?

I don’t know if I can really say I’m proud of anything? I guess I’m a little more pleased with mydialogue than, uh, just about any other aspect of my writing, but it’s not thesame thing as being proud of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 THE REST IS UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

22. Tell us about thebooks on your “to write” list

Please excuse me while I stare at my list in despair. (I haveover 20 things on this list, and most of them are stand-alones. This may take awhile.)

SO in a vague sort of order that will make sense to nobodybut me, we have:

1. Shimmer. The POV character is thedragon (who the book is named after), but the story is mostly about Monique and Dehiya, who are a pair of badass lesbians.There’s a lot of fairy tale elements that seemlike they’re going to play out the normal way, but I like to have fun withtropes. >]

2. The Four Winds. This one is still in the way earlyplanning stages. It’s got a lesbian elf princess and a probably-bisexual humanmage, and a couple of gay dwarves. If I told you I knew what I was doing withit I’d be lying. I do love the worldbuilding though.

3. Iris. (I think I was in the process of changingthe title…as soon as I figured out what to do with it.) BASICALLY I’m going tokidnap the non-FMA-based parts of the world I built for Dragon Scars and dig upsome sort of plot from somewhere. And then we can all have the shape-shiftingdragon soulmate novel of our hearts.

4. A Murder of Crows. It’s basically a dystopia setin a fantasy world? Um. Magic users subjugated the non-magic users, and the POVcharacter (Isaac) is part of the family that basically controls the world. He’sALSO part of a special task force type thing that (among other things) stealschildren who are magically powerful to brainwash them etc etc. Isaac’s boyfriend(Ray), also part of the task force, leaves to go chasing after hissupposedly-dead brother and Isaac chases after him. And discovers that hisfamily is not as benign as he thought. (And so they set out to destroy societyteehee.)

5. The Barren Kingdoms. …idk guys it’s basically abig queer fairy tale. And it has my second-favorite dragon in it (who iscurrently named Rawiya). Anyway.There’s a bunch of kingdoms that have been cursed to slowly fall apart (orsomething), unless princes and princesses find their True Loves. Each individual prince/ss hastheir own curse put on them as well. The (current) POV character is Isidro, who’sbeen cursed to sleep forever while he dreams about saving his True Love,Zahrah. Who enchants herself into his dreamworld so she can save him instead. Half the novel is Isidro’sdream quest, and the other half takes place in the real world and issignificantly queerer. I just haven’t decided who the POV character is yet.

6. The Vinland Saga. MY ONLY SERIES. It’s…a post-Ragnarökin which Loki is the main protagonist Because Reasons. A bunch of the gods arenot dead any more, but they’ve subjugated humanity and blerblerbler Loki saveseveryone because fuck Odin.

7. The City of Experiments. Aww it’s my fantasydystopia based in the US instead of my own world. The government experimented onpeople to bring out their magical powers, very secret hush-hush stuff, then oneof them went FUCKING INSANE (basically it was Sephiroth) and the US was kind ofdestroyed? And the story takes up in the aftermath, where the main charactersare trying to go “home” and end up having to fight another crazy magic user who’sbeing controlled by her mad scientist adoptive dad.

8. In the Back of Her Notebook. Girl finds herself inGeneric Fantasy World and discovers that the stupid thing she doodled in theback of her writing notebook is the key to saving said world. Oh and I had oneof those little…one-liner hook things for it sort of! “Five strangers. One dream. A quest to save a world that was never meantto exist.”

9. The Summer Wind. Okay so in Athens, Georgia there’sThe Tree ThatOwns Itself. It is now a dryad. And a bunch of young adults doing a summerinternship thing there have to save it/the city. I think one of my favoriteprofs at the University of Georgia (where this was set) was going to be the basisfor the villain? Hm…

10. All Things Forgotten. Another dystopia, and thisone was going to be my foray into YA. With a background of WWIII and peopleliving in biodomes and something about children being switched between theupper-class dome and the lower-class dome (in the US) to experience the others’lives and. I don’t remember this one much, tbh.

11. Bahamut Moon. Two words: dinosaur aliens.Literally that’s the only reason this exists. I REGRET NOTHING. Also there’smagic because the planet is ~alive~ and something something whatever. Listen,there are dinosaur aliens who careswhat the plot is? (The basic plot, btw, is an ex-soldier/doctor discovering aconspiracy to keep a Very Important Dinosaur from a peace meeting he needs togo to, and she decides to help him get there. It’s set in a very tentative truceduring the war between the humans and the dino-aliens.)

12. The Carriers of Gods. Gods have sealed themselvesaway in people’s heads so they don’t almost destroy the world (again), but forsome reason one of the characters agrees to let his god out. Which is extra funbecause said god was the reason the world was almost destroyed to begin with. Ihave no recollection whatsoever of what I was doing with this.

13. Darned Socks. Sentient socks. Who control robots.Humans fought a war against them when the socks decided that, as sentients,they shouldn’t be forced to be worn on human feet all the time. The socks won.BUT NOW there are secret slavery rings that kidnap and sell socks, and the MC’sboyfriend? type thing has been sold to one of them. DUN DUN DUN. (Listen it’s a comedy.)

14. Veselsky: Of Monsters and Machines. Basically a seriesof short stories about an android going around killing things sent by a villainwho wants the creators for himself. Veselsky is the android’s name. :)

And I’m going to skip the rest of them because I don’t havethem built up enough to actually describe anything about them. Or, in the caseof This Is Not Your Soul and The Wandering Kingdom, they’re soold they need to be majorly overhauled before I’m willing to talk about them.And there are a few really long fanfics I have plans for, but unless somebodyspecifically asks about them I’ll leave this as is. :D

 49. Favoritefictional world?

Please excuse me while I stare at every world I’ve built indespair.

The AU version of the Kingdom Hearts world I made for His Last Request.

This is…really difficult to decide, tbh. The Sixth Heartand The Barren Kingdoms have the most complete worldbuilding so far, butI LOVE the magic system I built for A Murder of Crows. Oh man and thenthere’s Bahamut Moon, which I honestly feel I should choose as myfavorite just because of the dinosaur aliens. And then there’s the ones I stilllove primarily due to nostalgia…. And Shimmer has a map. Aaaaaaaaa.

I THINK I think I’m going to have to go with The SixthHeart. The magic system still needs some tweaking, but it’s also got a mapand I like the gods I’ve built for the main story.