#plant clothing wut

[rarepears]

In some distant unlikely future, Shen Jiu get to see Shen Yuan's closet for [insert reason]. He finds this super expensive luxury white wedding dress... and assume it's Shen Yuan's burial clothes when he was dead - a faked death, a temporary death, whatever.

Shen Jiu: ...why do you still have this. Are you planning on dying or faking your death anytime soon??? does your husband - yes the husband that I still hate and wish would die if he didn't make you so happy - have a necrophilia kink??? Shen Yuan: wut

-o-o-o-o-

Considering that Luo Binghe was like collecting a new wife every 2-3 days in PIDW and assuming he kept that pace during most of his acquisition of his 600-people harem, he could be just in his 30s or 40s. He's a very confident guy, of course, but that doesn't sound as bad matching a guy in his 30s to Shen Yuan's early 30s than... well a centuries old guy.

Shen Jiu is quite relieved to hear that there's only a decade or two age gap in his ancestor's marriage.

-o-o-o-o-

A hidden realm opens. It's one of those realms that open for a week every 1000 years...

and Shen Jiu is suspiciously looking at how confidently his ancestor and ancestor's husbands are walking around said hidden realm like they have been there before. Luo Binghe is talking about how things went the last time he was in this realm; Shen Yuan is spouting off a gigantic list of plants that he knows are in this realm that he would like to collect cuttings of.

Shen Jiu is glad that he's tagging along for the ride, but he's also getting a million heart attacks from this trip because HIS FUCKING ANCESTOR IS OVER A THOUSAND YEARS OLD?! ASDFGHJKL

[more in the #the great ancestor AU]

Shen Jiu thinks Shen Yuan is his ancestor

The SVSSS legendary author Bluethursday finally updated, and now I'm in need of more fics with a very specific setting:

Mistaking someone younger than you to be far far older - an honorable ancestor.

AKA like the title says, Shen Jiu meets Shen Yuan, finds out that the two are related, and comes to the logical confusion that babyfaced Shen Yuan is his ancestor.

(But who can blame Shen Jiu when Shen Yuan knows so many many things, particularly of plants and animals thought to be extinct in this time period? Such as the woolly mammoth.)

Consequently, Shen Jiu quickly comes to trust Shen Yuan and seek Shen Yuan's counsel.

(Maybe Shen Jiu also runs away from Cang Qiong to vacation in Shen Yuan's little cottage on some remote mountain range from time to time.)

Let's call this the "Great Ancestor AU".

[ferie-anon]

🌱🌼Rating moon signs (from my experience)🌼🌱

🌱Fyi, my take on each moon sign from my impressions and experience, doesn’t define everyone with the specific moon sign🌱

💥Aries moons💥 : 6.7/10

I have to be honest... I’ve never met an aries moon LMAO. It is hard to believe considering my libra stellium lol but none of my friend group has aries moon. I do know a friend who has a sibling with aries moon. My impressions are that theyre fun and have their iconic moments.They won’t hesitate to fight or call out ppl, they would fight for their friends if they got disrespected and themselves. Altho from wut I see they seem sensitive and if someone gets on their nerves or feelings, they could be passive aggressive or make rude comments towards them. They seem a bit too firey - they can’t control wut they say at times, and it may be hard to vibe or understand their flow at times. They embody their feelings a lot, and especially when its anger, as aries is a fire sign, having it in moon would make them lash out at times and it may seem unreasonable to others. They’re always on the go in some way, like they’re chilling but the next thing they decide to go shopping with friends lol. A chill to no chill fiesty softie. They’re just not my vibe at times tho.

🪴Taurus moons🪴 : 8.5/10

These individuals are very grounded and in tune with their thoughts and emotions. These people are often loyal to their friends and protective of them as well. They are very easy to talk to and provide a safe space or a comforting space because moon is exalted in taurus. They’re caring and soft individuals at the same time, they like nature and prefer cozy fitted clothing. They give me calm plant mom friend vibes, and are reliable to their loved ones. The type to help you with your homework, or to offer support when you need it the most. I’d say one bad side of taurus is that they tend to be stubborn of their values and nothing can change their principles or mind. They can also tend to stick to their comfort zone and not branch out to new things or opportunities sometimes, but its not a major problem.

🦜Gemini moons🦜 : 7.3/10

Very smart in terms of intaking info and utilizing it, but also becuz of how much random info they take in, they could lose track of some. Easily gets bored of some hobbies or topics, which is why they delve into many to satiate their curiosity and interest. A good learner in school, but may have a hard time focusing if overwhelmed with many information. May struggle with organizing their thoughts at times. Understands concepts and ideas easily. Not very emotional or “grounded” in terms of their emotions becuz they may not like talking or delving deep into their emotions. They don’t show their vulnerable side unless to close close friends. Sensitive at heart but also doesn’t show it, often showing a detached “cheerful” impression. They’re bright people and interested in philosophical and deeper concepts/questions of the world. Though, they’re less vocal about their emotions a lot and I like to talk about my emotions lol.

🦢Cancer moons🦢 : 8/10

Cancer moons are very in tune with their emotions and understanding other ppl’s emotions. They often give clarity or comfort to other ppl when theyre in emotional turmoil, they’re great with supporting and gauging situations - very emotionally perceptive and socially perceptive. Because they’re in tune with their thoughts and emotions in general, their actions are reasonable and considerate. Based on some of my impressions, they’re like the most levelheaded water moon sign and have good judgement, they know how to act and interpret their emotions, know how to read situations and wut to say in them. Cancer moons are able to relate to ppl, able to talk them and make them welcome - validated of their emotions and feelings. As they are a cardinal sign in the moon (cancer is a cardinal sign), they know how to push ppl to be the best version of themselves and motivate them positively. Cancer moons would probably give great hugs/love cuddles, and would probably like to bake/cook for other ppl or close friends. They are sensitive though, and if the placement is underdeveloped/not matured - then they can’t interpret nor handle their emotions well, and may lead to projecting or lashing it out to others at times.

⚜️Leo moons⚜️ : 8/10

Leo moons are very empathetic and sweet - helpful and funny with their dramatic responses. They tend to get insecure or sad at times but dont show it openly - they’ll mention it at times secretly or drop hints but wont elaborate (they also mask it thru humor or in a dramatic funny tone). Leo moons can come off as selfish or insensitive at times when they place their own priority and feelings on the line. Leo moons mean well but they tend to sound manipulative at times becuz of their intentions and way of doing things. However most of the time they’re great supportive and protective friends and will be there for you when you rant emotionally etc. I love being near leo moons becuz of their warm energy and vibe. Their humor and vibes are very life of the party, but they’re also friendly and personable that way.

🌱Virgo moons🌱 : 8/10

Quiet but their mind isnt quiet once you get to know them — they’re very responsive/receptive to others verbally and mentally. Expresses their many interests in books, comics, shows, and music. They have many hobbies as well but are more consistent in doing them. They like to feel productive or keep themselves busy doing something they like, or listening to music when they’re bored. Helpful,thoughtful, and generous, they like to help people and a reliable friend as well. Clingy individuals ngl, but quiet clingy individuals to their close ones. Rather not physically expressive, but very verbally expressive and are sensitive people. They may analyze or overthink their emotions and thoughts. Also secretly nervous/worry if they arent prepared or don’t know wut to do in a situation. Becuz this is the same moon sign as mine, I share a lot of similarities and is able to flow with them when interacting.

🕊Libra moons🕊 : 7.4/10

Libra moons are peaceful and logical. They recognize patterns, weighing pros and cons (both perspectives), and make great decisions for their friends. However when it comes to themselves, they can’t make a clear decision as they don’t know clearly wut they want and they can see a lot of benefits of each type of decision for themselves (which makes them indecisive and don’t know which to choose). Libra moons can be cunning/sly, because they know wut other ppl think/act - sometimes they’ll say/do things that please other ppl. Also they don’t like to stand out/be bold, which can make it surprising when you find out they’re capable of being very keen and planning all these things behind the scenes. I’d say its always very fun and interesting to hear wut a libra moon has to say becuz they’re very sassy/witty, but with class and being calm. These ppl generally are calm till theyre faced with an inner conflict or stressful conflict - it’ll take an physical and mental toll at time as they like things to be clearly solved and peaceful. Libra moons aren’t the most emotionally open, they tend to brush it off at times but then still feel anxious after when they’re in an emotional conflict. When I go to talk to my libra moon friends at times, they don’t provide a lot of emotional verbal comfort or insight, they’l probably tell you to rest, stop worrying, or reassure it’ll be fine.

☂️Scorpio moons☂️ : 5.4/10

Never met a scorpio moon in person, but these individuals seem very magnetic or intense. They are similar to virgo moons in my opinion but embody more of an intensified version. They are analytical or good at reading others and being receptive to their emotions. They also tend to analyze emotions and thoughts but are more emotional and may feel it more turbulently than virgo moons. Loyal and protective of their loved ones, they like to be near their friends and loved ones. Undeveloped scorpio moons may project off of others or be petty. Scorpio moons can be critical or know wut words to use to cut wounds, so don’t anger a scorpio moon lol. They’re also a bit more reserved in nature, quietly observing or having headphones on.

🏃‍♀️Sag moons🏃‍♀️ : 6.9/10

Sag moons are fierce, they wont let others put down their thoughts and expression, restrict their ideas, and will fight if others insult their friend group. However, they also tend to be hot n cold when it comes to their vulnerable sides. Sag moons can be flighty with confronting their feelings and problems at times this can manifest physically, sometimes ghosting ppl on text, or just spending their time doing other stuff unintentionally avoiding ppl in the process. Sag moons are complex, they can be insightful to everything but their own self and when theyre confused - they tend to run or make a decision that confuses their friends when they try to reach out to them (sag moons can be seen as insensitive/hot and cold at times like these) I will say tho that I love talking to sag moons and they will always compliment and show support/appreciation to their friends - sag moons will be optimistic/insightful to other ppl’s feelings and problems... but themselves 😅

🌿Capricorn moons🌿 : 6.2/10

These individuals are concise and like to be direct, though this can make them picky and get irritated easily at times. They don’t small talk sometimes and could be dry texters. They’re reliable and understanding, can take care or provide materialistically for people. People value their experiences and opinions, as well as capricorn moons do care about other ppl’s thoughts and opinions more than they let on. They’re responsible individuals. They can be non confrontational though, towards their emotions or when conflict occurs. Becuz they tend to be logical, they don’t tend to be understanding when communicating the problem out and may blame the person and move on. Also becuz of the practicality of the earth sign capricorn into moon, they tend to be more logical with their approaches to emotions and situations and sometimes it leads to them being inflexible and avoiding as their “logical solution”. Capricorn moons are great if you need to make a decision or ask for their advice, they’re direct and concise with their opinions. They are usually chill, loyal, and grounded friends. 🤣🦆🌱

🐬Aquarius moons🐬 : 6.5/10

They might be the least compatible air moon sign towards me, just cuz their attitude and vibes are very airy and detached. They tend to be aloof and in their head, its hard to read their thoughts at times. They’re chill and friendly or funny - has a relatable vibe which I see aquarius moons being popular with a lot of people/having friends. They seem very nonjudging, but can also have their own strong unchanging opinions. The undeveloped ones could have a god-complex. They are independent individuals, and often emotionally detach from things they don’t care about or has no purpose towards something. They’re not receptive to others all the time, like if they have no similarities with u or no interest - might not focus their attention on u a lot. They like to have chill fun, and theyre independent and mentally willful individuals, just a bit different vibe.

🐥Pisces moons🐥 : 7.5/10

Pisces moons are quite empathetic and clingy people. They get attached easily to their friends and loved ones. Very giving and generous, but also sensitive. From the ones I meet, they may be easily offended by something and sometimes don’t confront (they don’t like confrontation). Sometimes they resort to discreetly beefing with you and it leave you confused, may ghost or cut u off unexpectedly then come back to explain. They’re very clingy and like to express their emotions a lot - talk a lot to close friends etc. The undeveloped ones could have a tendency to be codependent. Pisces moon people are sweet and relatable people, willing to talk ab their emotions and any interests with u. More open and flexible with emotions and other people’s emotions and feelings, a great shoulder to cry on that may likely lead to pisces moon individual also crying becuz of seeing their friend sad. I’d say its easy to befriend a pisces moon, tho their sensitive times can be a rocky wave.

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

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Stars Align 5 - 8 | Dr Stone 19 - 21 | Shinchou Yuusha 6 - 8 | No Guns Life 6 - 7 | BnHA 67 | Iruma-kun 7

Stars Align 5

Geepers, I accidentally read some spoilers before watching this episode…so I realised that the person in te clubroom was Toma without his glasses, but it took me a bit to realise still.

“Makimaki”…cute.

Don’t give Maki’s father your name, Toma. Names are weapons for guys like him!

It’s ben a while since I’ve done this type of maths, although the answer appears to be correct.

Huh? The ED went straight to the teachers instead of going to Kinuyo/Ruriha/Kaori (whatever her name is)…

Oh! That heart gesture hints at the fact he has a sister (I’ve forgotten the guy’s name though) – he might’ve learnt some dance choreography from watching idols or magical girls with her. Update: That’s Shingo.

Dr Stone 19

Rule no. 2 of shonen – don’t underestimate the bishonen.

The guy who kinda looks like Kirishima with orange hair is definitely going to be important…(rule no. ???? of anime).

Ooh! The themes I thought would never came back…came back!

Some people do consider underpaying people a modern form of slavery, y’know.

Does Tsukasa always have to be called “the strongest primate”, though…? It’s a badass title, to be sure, but it certainly wouldn’t be said a lot in a normal conversation.

Judging by the flame (homura) she carries, I’d wager her name is Homu-oh, dangit. Her name really is Homura!

Senku teaches Fire Safety 101.

Ginro’s not holding his bokuto (wooden kendo practice sword) anymore…hmm.

I didn’t think Sulfuric Acid lady would be back…ever.

The funny thing is that Tsukasa seems to be a gender-neutral name, so telling the brawny men to “go suck on Mommy Tsukasa’s teat”…LOL.

Hyoga has that mask thing of his anyway, so he’s probably better off than, say, Homura.

Is that a Death Star??????!!!!

Kensaku means “search”.

Cell phone…you’d need extensive knowledge of electronics and/or IT and architecture (for the larger networks, or at least the towers) to get one running.

“…who’ll be our double agent?” – No duh. It’s either Gen (as suggested in the scene just before) or Taiju and/or Yuzuriha.

I never thought a smartphone would make me feel sad for what has gone before, but it just did when all these quotes from the past came through.

Okay, so one of the ingredients is steel (hagane).

I love how Gen gets the wine image. He’s a stage magician, so his fancy suit matches the image of a sommelier.

Byakuya seems to be the one represented in the battery image.

BnHA 67

Yay! Amajiki, my booooooooooy!

Shinchou Yuusha 6

I never thought I’d say this to my seasonal husbandos – I don’t even say this about zaShunina, the random yandere – but…Seiya, you a**hole!

Lemme guess…Seiya’s gonna use some speed seeds?

I read on Leviae’s status earlier that she has an immunity towards fire…*gulp*

A nurikabe is a wall youkai that blocks travel, while a hyosube lives in a river and eats rice plants.

What’s the age gap between Mash and Elulu? I know Mash is hot enough (in the manga) to be compltly within my range, so I’d say he’s about 16 at the youngest, but Elulu is, what, 12…? Update: There’s no real indication as to what the characters’ ages are, but Mash is lvl 16 and Elulu is lvl 8.

Ooh, this is new! Seiya’s thrown caution to the wind for once for the sake of Elulu!

No Guns Life 6

“Strong Smells” (on the can) – Yep, Olivier seems to be proving that name right.

Motor City…I didn’t really care for it at first, but now I’m starting to warm up to it.

Ooh, it seems the implication here is that Olivier inherited the title of EMS commander from her dad.

“…I’m gonna get shot!” - I guess when you’ve got a gun for a head, the assumption is you’re gonna get shot.

Armed Tokisada seems to be this world’s version of All Might…(but then is Juzo Deku? LOL.)

Iruma-kun 7

This OP is a lot more battle-oriented than I remember…

I want a GIF of sparkly Amelie, stat!

Iruma’s voice as Rin is too CUTE! LOL!

Kawaii Comics, LOL.

Ooh! I can recognise Opera by his nail polish now…! His nail polish appears to be purple today.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Opera express his own concern for Iruma until now. Maybe he’s like a surrogate mother to Iruma by now…?

They even have monsters to call out bell noises…LOL wut.

Hmm…I just realised Azz speaks to Iruma rather formally. Not just the –sama, but the keigo as well.

Azz is rather observant too…(Seriously, I swear he’s been teetering on the edge of being my husbando from this show, but since he’s so subservient, it’s a bit of a hard concept to grasp. Not to mention the guy is, what, 14…?)

Even the shadows of background characters are blue and pink…

The little arrow over Clara really sells the moment.

The bird is so cute~!

I only realised it this year, but boba is really in, all over the world, for young people. *stares at all the boba shops that have appeared around my area lately*

I think Ameri = watashi and Iruma = boku. It’s politeness all the way ‘round. I think Sabro might’ve used ore.

“Don’t let go. Desire is your life.” – Sarazanmai ad <- I think this quote is appropriate for this episode.

Oh! We see Kuromu the Akudol in the ED…I didn’t realise that. (<- knows about her due to spoilers)

Oh! I think next episode might be Clara’s seduction class! Ooh! Interesting…

Dr Stone 20

Come to the dark side, we have candy…amirite???

Dr Stone 21

The pun here is that tou is a way to pronounce “copper” and “steal”, so Chrome copped copper in the Eng subs.

Couldn’t Ginro just use the word “s***” instead? That would’ve made the pun a lot better, tbh.

Thy translated all the dialogue in the fake menus! Yay! (<- translator’s brain showing up) For instance, Senku’s attack is listed as 1 while Suika’s is 3 and Gen’s is 5…LOL. The one that really made me laugh was “Runs away the second he knows he’s at a disadvantage. You’re scum, Ginro!”

Magma wasn’t in the fake game menu…!!! (I like how Magma questioned how Senku suddenly started calling him a “friend”.)

No Guns Life 7

I feel like the length of time between distracting the guard and Tetsuro conveying his plan was a bit much, but…okay.

Shinchou Yuusha 7

LOL, Beel Bub…y’know, Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.

If Seiya were watching No Guns Life, he’d freak out…

Is that Cerceus in the back-yep, thought so!

Shinchou Yuusha 8

I almost expected Rosalie to woof…that’s how doglike she is!

Why do I get the feeling we’ll 1) find out what the Warmaster looks like next ep and 2) find out Rosalie’s armour is actually the armour Seiya’s meant to look for…? I could be wrong, but my intuition has some chance of being correct, even if I think up stuff that’s pure speculation…

Stars Align 6

Does Yonex sponsor this show, like Mikasa for Harukana Receive…?

LOL, Mitsue’s reaction.

If this were the Amazing Race, the hometown advantage would suck…but this is Hoshiai no Sora, so this could go either way.

“How to Soft Tennis” indeed…sic.

Wait, who’s Takada…? Update: She’s on the girls’ team, IIRC.

The Takenouchi/Souga pair is a bunch of trolls…LOL.

Oji seems to be the leader, full stop. Same way Katsuragi has been running things.

It’s been a few weeks since I last watched this show, but…is Oji the guy who threatened to punch them all…? He is, isn’t he…?

Stars Align 7

I feel like Mitsue’s bitterness is fuelled by personal experience in the manga field…

Well, the guy’s name isn’t Arashi (storm) for nothing! Update: The guy’s name is in katakana, which may or may not prove my point…

Arashi’s surname sounds like the Japanese word for “prince”, if you’re wondering.

I LOLled so hard at the line “Versus Arashi?” Y’see, there’s this game show with a group called Arashi. Therefore, its name is “Versus Arashi”.

I learnt most of what I know about tennis from Wii Sports, LOL.

I mentally cringed when I saw Itsuki’s burns again…

“…years and experience.” – That’s two things, Tacky!

Souya from Planet With would be in heaven here…what with all this meat.

Doesn’t “Kamuy” mean “god” in Ainu…? That Ouji, so conceited! *huffs at how arrogant the boy is*

Girls do eat like fiends…LOL.

I can’t believe 7 episodes in real life time was only a month in Stars Align time…

Yuta’s really sensitive to Toma’s mood…probably because the former likes the latter. (Yeah, I’m a derp for saying what we already know.)

Stars Align 8

I-I wanna cry…you do realise I gave up piano halfway through high school, only to become an absolute bum when I got into higher levels because I can’t use my piano lessons to demonstrate I can manage my time responsibly anymore???? I quit Chinese the same year and now it’s the one thing that’s preventing me from getting a bunch of beneficial opportunities because now there are so many Chinese people in my region! Studies are not your life! (distant crying can be heard in the background)

I kinda get where the mother’s going with this, but knowing what I know…please compromise, you two.

“The handsome half” – I wasn’t sure what that meant until I saw the image…”half” meaning ha-fu, or a person who’s half Japanese half something else. It’s like calling someone gweilow in Cantonese –it’s vaguely derogatory at the very minimum.

*Yuta’s sisters suggest clothes for him to wear* “Don’t tell mom about this.” – Oh, I have a bad feeling about this…(Then again, I got vaguely spoiled for this point by the This Week in Anime segment…that’s why I decided to watch 3 episodes in one shot.)

Maki’s shirt says “to continue”, as if it’s echoing his nonchalance. Like, “Yuta, please continue” or something like that.

To be real with you, the first resource I consulted to start thinking about the LGBTIQ+ spectrum (outside gender-bending fiction) was a book about an FtM person, so I guess I’m the most used to that sort of thing.

This is why empathy is so good, Maki.

Go, Mitsue! Be the diversion!

Who’s “Kanacat”? Kanako?...Oh, it’s Mitsue. Rigggggggggght.*facepalm*

Why do I get the feeling Mitsue wants to join the soft tennis club…?

Sakurai-sensei’s glasses are all fogged up, LOL.

Ohh (sounds down). These kiddos are soccer nuts.*grumbles about soccer nuts*

Update: To be honest with you, I’m fine with not making hard gender decisions too…Just so you know.

[ame77lala]

it seems now she focuses on food after live grace =v=;;  not much talk about her work TvT...

so this is her bento from her sensei cooking class i dont need to explain what food is that ^^;; are all her favorite foods inside   of course she happily ate the lol

from ryu-tan, as a birthday gift (also housewarming gift as she also move house last year XD)  nana is not really good at taking care with plants due she so busy that she may forget to water them, so these plants only need once a week to water (hopefully she not that forgetful XP) she also state this her dining room and seating to view these plants XD

she did share this on radio (like since last year oct?) so keitan been barking at the door when theres no one, which cause to question why keitan is barking, she turn to the door but theres no one there XAX;;; demon?? (and she ref something about GATE ^^;;)

the photo is keitan for regular checkup andd.... this nana... said slightly nervous expression but yet KAWAIII~~ and call herself ‘Shin baka marudashi‘ meaning (exposed as) idiot parent ^^;; she just think everything keitan do is kawaii but she knows is stupid but she cant help it XP

as you know about Minetopia Besshi (those who forgot or dont know, is at ehime, a theme park built out of the industrial remains of the Besshi copper mine, their theme park is like history of the mine ) so they going to release a new type train in march which need nana to voice narration again the director for this is the same director for Futatsu no Kino to Boku no Mirai, so she thank him for taking care of her XD also ask to come and ride the new train and niihama’s history if you are near by XD (can plan for ehime trip XP) the mayor gave her this bottle of juice in the photo as a reward XD 

smoked pork, Miura radish, strawberries and leek (wut strawberries??) from sensei cooking lesson

Happy Valentine! or single day XP she woke up early to bake these (as is normal for japanese to prepare chocolates or related to chocolate as a gift to a guy or to friends or to colleague) nana love to eat but... also healthy & beauty which causes Team Mizuki to be anxious (because if eat something like got loads of calories they need to exercise more.... thats why nana is known as a demon X_X;; kowaii!!) last year she made healthy brownie which is popular XD, so this time round she doing chocolate banana muffin using olive oil and brown sugar instead of butter is not so sweet, so people who dont like sweet things can eat this XD

a surprise birthday party by Team Mizuki!!! YEAA XD (of course they need to schedule on her free time thats why is not on the her birthday XD) end of the work the manager took her to a place, a studio she fearfully/nervously enter the room...  a member who was dressed in sporty clothing holding racket and beside a net, no doubt is badminton! Mishima P also there (yea she still call him with a ‘P’ even though mishima promoted to director XD) “ It seems to be because I was the only confident sports that I could play so much “ wow nana.... much cheeky ^^;; they played double in round-robin battle but in the end nana’s team got 2nd place which causes her to be frustrated  kuyashiiii!!!

she thank everyone and look forward this year and all upcoming events that had planned also to take care of her body...yes but dont over train ^^;;; also she will do her best like always....please find your love TvT...

she state that the clock on the cake is the same design as live grace and they gave her the whole chocolate plate of the “Happy Birthday 奈々ちゃん” which is huge compare to the plate XvX;;;

[bitchen-fiction]

I has another 1 owo morty gets sleep paralysis, rick comforts him qwq do wut ever u like to do to this 1 uwu BLESS YOUR MAGIC WRITING uwu

HAHA finally my eyes weren’t being assholes that couldn’t focus! Here you are dear some cute af fluff for you my adorable friend

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When itfirst happened Morty wasn’t worried he looked it up, turns out it was sleepparalysis. However, it didn’t go away it actually got worse to the point wherehe was seeing things he would wake up terrified.

His sleepparalysis by itself wouldn’t be so bad but Morty had also began to developintense nightmares which would carry over, he would wake up unable to move andsee the things he couldn’t get away from in his dreams in his room. Finally,when he was able to move again he would end up sitting in bed for hours withthe light on too scared to try and fall asleep again.

On aparticularly bad night Morty woke up from his nightmare, only to be staring itin the face. He watched unable to move as it crawled out of his ceiling droppingitself on top of him the dark figure began to push on his chest. Suddenly hecouldn’t breathe he couldn’t do anything except watch horrified the creaturesdisfigured face drooling for his blood.

Then it wasover the creature disappeared he clutched his chest taking deep gasping breathsbetween uncontrollable sobs.

Rick hadbeen up late in the garage as usual he rubbed his face blinking repeatedly, hehauled himself up off the chair stretching out his back. Not everyone knewabout Morty’s sleeping problems, not even Rick really knew all of it. Morty hadtold him he would get sleep paralysis looking for a way to help but he couldn’tcome up with anything. He had dragged himself halfway up the stairs when heheard the terrified scream of his name come from his grandson’s room.

Rick ran stumblingup the stairs into the boy’s room throwing open the door. He saw Morty sittingup rocking back and forth. He heard doors open behind him the rest of thefamily poked their heads out of their doors.

“What’sgoing on?” Beth rubbed her temple from being woken up the 4th timethis week to Morty screaming.

“It’s fine Igot this sweetie go back to bed.” He closed the door as he backed into the room.

Rick madehis way to Morty’s bed sitting behind him wrapping his arms around the boy’s waistusing the other hand to pat his hair reassuringly.

“Shhh, it’sok peanut grandpa’s here.” His whisper was soft.

Morty criedholding onto Rick he felt safe in his arms, He knew Rick would never letanything hurt him if he could help it. They sat there together silently untilMorty calmed down.

“What happenedhoney.” Rick looked into the boy’s glossy red eyes wiping away his tears fromhis cheeks.

“I-Itfollowed me from m-my dream it was suffocating me.” His words scattered betweenhiccups.

Rick squeezedMorty in his arms tightly thinking. “Ok come on let’s go.”

Morty lookedat his grandpa in confusion. Rick smiled down at his boy. “Trust me.”

They got upRick gripping Morty’s hand leading him out of his bedroom. He took them intothe bathroom shutting and locking the door, Morty still looked confused he wasabout to speak when Rick pressed a lanky finger to the boy’s mouth.

“Your allsweaty from the nightmares, I wanted to give you a bath so you’ll sleep better.”

“I don’twant to go back to bed Rick.” His gaze hit the floor before starting to pick atthe skin around his nails.

Gently hislarge hands took the boys smaller ones. “Not your bed Morty, you can sleep withme where you won’t be alone.”

Morty didn’tknow what to say, Rick would go through all this trouble for him just so hewould feel better. He could hear the bath start to run gasping a little whenRick pulled off his damp shirt tossing it on the floor. He could feel his faceflush with embarrassment.

“It’s notlike I haven’t seen it before.”

He couldn’t helpbeing embarrassed as he slid off his underwear covering himself absentmindedlywith one of his hands. He stepped into the tub feeling the hot water seep intohis bones. Rick had taken off his lab coat and rolled his sleeves up to hiselbows. He grabbed a washcloth dipping it into the warm bath water. Mortyrelaxed further feeling the warm cloth gently wiping his face and down hisneck.

“Tilt yourhead back.” Ricks words were so soothing as he poured water through his hair,he planted small kisses on his forehead.

Grabbing abig fluffy towel, he held it out for Morty who reluctantly got out of the bath.He did smile at being wrapped up in the large towel by the man who made him feelso safe. Rick had another smaller hand towel he used to dry Morty’s hair with. Hewas led again into Rick’s room where rick pulled off his favorite blue sweater pullingit over his grandson’s head. Morty let the towel fall to the floor.

Clad in thelarge soft blue sweater he crawled into Rick’s bed inhaling deeply wantingnothing more than to be enveloped in this smell forever, the feeling of safetypaired with the warmness now accumulating made him feel very sleepy. Rick hadtaken his pants off before getting under the blanket wrapping his arm securelyaround Morty’s slender body. Placing several more endearing kisses to the boy’shead.

“I’m hereand won’t let anything hurt you.”

Those werethe last words Morty heard before falling asleep.

“I love you peanut.”

[zexxcandell]

Hello my name is...

Four Weeks ago….

One bleary, red cracked blue eye peered out into the grime and gloom of his dark quarters above the Stonefire tavern.  Was someone talking?  Someone was talking.  His eye closed again slowly as he tried his best to block out the voice.  He liked the dark these days, the whiskey was also quite helpful in getting it all to quiet down in his heart and head.  The quiet and the dreams were mostly fuzzy but at least they weren’t all as painful as they had grown in the last year that he let those chains drag him deeper and deeper into the depths.  He used to be afraid of drowning, now he welcomed it.

A small stack of green empty bottles sat near the foot of the bed where he currently rested his head as his hand thumbed out calmly for something to grab hold of.  His dull fingers traced the stone beneath his cot, it was cold and hard as stone was meant to be.  Tracing through the grout and base of the stone bed frame he would continue to block out that nagging buzz trying to worm through his ears.  Finally he tapped the smooth glass and smiled weakly as he knew he’d found what he really wanted, his hand gently caressing along the bottle of the bottle and up to the neck like a lover’s touch, knowing the weight well of the harsh contents inside.  As his fingers wrapped about the bottle, thick fingers strong and warm wrapped about his wrist and held him gently.

“Ah saed, ello mae name is Grumvald.  Ah’v come at the behest of the Firebrews, they think ya cou use sum halp, Mistah Candell.”  The words were gentle but firm as the hand that held him from his bedside companion.  Opening his eye blinking rapidly to clear the haze, he would do his best to focus and look up into the face of a kneeling dwarf.

The dwarf’s eyes were as warm as the smile on his broad face, granted easily hidden by a thick chest length beard.  Clothes of simple make and simple look easily spoke to Grumvald’s chosen profession, causing a low groan to rumble from the one eyed human as he let his fingers relax and face turn into his blankets.  “A priest, they called a god damn priest.”

A chuckle to match his warm exterior resounded in the dark hole that the swordsman had exiled himself filled the space with a much needed caring.  The scrap of glass on stone joined the chuckle as bottles were picked up and set aside before the gentle grip would free Zexx’s hand once more.  “Aye, tha I be a priest but ahm much more than jus that, ser.  Ahm...an open ear ta lisen, an tha’s more why they asked me ta come over.”

“Are you sure it’s not my last rites?”

“Are ya planin ta end yerself?”

“Not yet.”

“Well than gud timin on mah part.”

The dwarf turned away from the incapacitated warrior and stumped over toward his one portculus to the room he rented from the tavern below, a soft creak moving with each step of the dwarf.  A grunt given as he turned a crank and saw the steel shutter split and slide away into the stone letting the somewhat fresher air into the ‘badger hole’ and the sounds of the mountain fortress leak in.  Orange and red light would trickle in from the great lava flows outside along the streets with a heavy stench of sulfur, ash, and smoke would waft in to combat the stench of drunk.  

A nod and sigh of satisfaction given before grabbing a stool and planting it down in the stream of red light, the creak coming again as he sat those thick hands coming to adjust his right leg into a more comfortable position.  “So, hittin tha water prettah har, eh?  Any reason?”

“You don’t mince words do you?”

“Gotta be careful wit mah time, who knows when yer gonna end up in a lake or jumpin off a cliff.”

A huff of a laugh made the human wince in pain as his body was beginning to catch up with all the abuse he’d been putting himself through.  Why must organs ache?  “Do I need to have a reason to have a good time?”

“Wut are we celebratin?”

“What’s today?”

“Monday.”

“There we go.”  

Zexx would reach down to feel about for one of his bottles again before remembering he’d been put into a ‘kidnapping’ situation with his ‘love’.  Growling to enhance his groan he would plant his hands to pull himself up into a table position on his cot before turning about and planting his feet into a sitting position.  Too fast really as he felt his top half fall back and his head thump into the stone wall that supported the stone frame of his bed.  Wincing he would lean forward again feeling at the back of his head, knowing there’d be no blood but damn did it hurt especially as his brain organ decided it wanted to dance.

“Easy there, ser.  Donnae be needin a concussion this aftanoon,” Zexx noted the actual concern of the dwarf as he did his best to sit back up straight, hoping his stomach didn’t want to join in the jig of his head.  “Ya alrte?”

“Yeah, I’ll live.”

“Tha’s gud, no need fer rite yet.”

“Is this how this is going to go all day?  I say one thing, you say another thing trying to be nice to me.  Because ya know, I didn’t ask for any help nor do I want it.  So if the Firebrews are so concerned about me being here, I’m happy to move on.  There are plenty of other rooms to rent.”  Zexx heard how his tone shift into the defensive as he began to look about for his eyepatch, only to find it tangled around his neck that he pulled off and fixed over his right eye again.

The dwarf steepled his hands in front of himself with a gentle smile, his face appearing to be as calm and wise despite his apparent youth as leaned forward abit on his stool.  “Do you wan me ta go?”

“Yes.”

The dwarf nodded softly as he stood with a creak again, adjust his right leg for a moment before giving himself a nod as he got properly situated in his stance.  “Than ah’ll leave ya to it, but I wan ta let ya know yer nae alone in this, ser.  There are people who love ya, an wan ta see ya succeed an see ya surface again.”  

“But honestly, ya donnae need ta answer ta me or them.  Jus yerself.  And if yer truly happy like this,” adding emphasis to it Grumvald waved his thick hand about the room that Zexx had made his own private pit, “Than Light be wit ya.  Revel in it.”  

“But iffen yer not and maybe ya want to crawl out fer a bit, me an some lads and lasses meet undah Stoneblade’s every Tuesday and Thursday.  They ain’t tha cheerest bunch, but we talk an sometime feel a bit bettah.  I think ya migh as well,”  Grumvald had made his way over to the steel door, creaking with each step as made his way across the dirty room, the swordsman having remained silent for the speech.

“Stoneblade’s?  In the Forlorn Hall?  Didn’t know that was a typical man of the cloth’s hangout.”  Zexx replied with a soft measure of snark.

“Who wants ta sit around wit a bunch o priests and a pool ya cannae fish in?”  Grumvald replied without missing a beat as he gripped the iron ring.

“How’d it happen?”

“Eh?”

“Your leg, what happened?”  Zexx spoke again, calmer and a bit more sincere as he gazed toward the exiting dwarf.

“Oh.  Lost it at tha Wrathgate, damn gas cloud ate up everythin it touched cludin my breath an right.”  Grumvald smiled as he leaned down to pat the mishapen leg of his trousers as he stood straight again.  “Good thin I had two more.”

Zexx let out coughing laugh as he shook his head and rested his elbows on his knees to ease his insides as he began to look around for his worn billfold.

“Can I offer ya one more bit of advice?”  Grumvald opened the door to the swordsman home.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Always, Mistah Candell.”

A weary sigh was all Grumvald needed as he shot back at the warrior, “Get rid o tha shit ya been smokin an get yerself a proper pipe.  Yer embrassin yerself.”

The door closed with a heavy click of steel as Zexx sat staring after the priest, bemused, frustrated, and confused by the approach of this would be savior.  Shaking his head again he would lean back against the wall beside his bunk and fish among the blankets finding the folded leather that held his smoke.  Staring at them for a few moments as he sighed and closed it back up again.  “Asshole.”

Shortly after the events…

“Ahem, uh...hello my name is Zexx and I’m,” the human’s words caught a moment as he stood up from his stool, his gaze resting on each of the eight or nine dwarves sitting about the small basement.  

A lot of them were veterans, some were just down on their luck, and others just needed someone to offer them a moment and an ear.  Hjorldir Stoneblade himself sat among them his face calm and a bit sad as he held a steaming cup of tea in one of his thickly calloused hands.  Beside the blade merchant sat Grumvald, his attitude warm and inviting as he looked up to human joining them now, never rushing or pushing him to do more than he needed.  

Taking in a deep breath, Zexx would finally acknowledge the weight drowning him, “I’m an alcoholic.”

[dameronalone]

D & E for Kaid!

D: Decoration1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

the house she lives in is basically hers, since she’s the only one living in it. its a lot of wood and plants and not a lot of things that aren’t useful or necessary. like its a little stone house/cottage thingy, with ivy all over the outside, and a little garden in the back, and a couple chickens, and i know this isn’t decorations, but i like talking about her hermit house. there’s herbs hanging from the rafters and drying vegetables and things and old books everywhere and some maps and a whole assortment of knives and bows and arrows, and this one knife made from a dragon’s claw that usually stays on the wall and there’s a tortoiseshell cat named Pickle

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

very bright, a lot of natural light, soft colors, less all encompassing usefulness as her room was, which she didn’t mind, but still

3. how do they decorate their own room?

her room is very much the rest of the house, a lot of hanging plants, a hecking lot of fire hazards, but as a faerie, it doesnt matter much, because she has all this good luck she’s amassed

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

practical pants and shirts and vests and the occasional coat, but she likes her arms to be unimpeded so she usually goes without. a bunch of leather from the animals she’s killed. as for accessories, she has the one necklace with a crystal seashell on it her father brought back for her from the coast. it holds good luck

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

nope. doesn’t need them. besides, when you like in the middle of nowhere, it doesn’t really matter bc no one ever sees you

E: External Personality1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

her house is a organized chaos, much the way she is. she’s methodical, though about everything

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

she has lived outside of society for so long she has no idea what the norms even are

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

again, wut r trends

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

kaid doesn’t even know what memes are

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

Kaid doesn’t care. that’s basically her personality. well, that’s at least what she wants whatever people she comes in contact with to think. she’s actually pretty insecure about like everything just because she’s raised herself since she was 15 and has no idea about social cues or anything

[maiden-of-wolves]

Heads in Beds - SM AU Fic - Chapter 6

This chapter’s SUPER LONG in comparison to the others. Full of drama and interesting things and gets a tad dark. Hopefully that’s okay! This is also the first chapter with a beta reader’s help. I’ve also changed things in previous chapters due to her invaluable assistance, so if you see anything you don’t remember noting before March 2018, it may be a part of those changes.

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Even though the office was a fairly large space, when the boys all filed in it felt terribly small. It didn’t help matters that they had to crowd her and each other just to see the small screen. She’d never cursed its small size until now.

“So what’s this about?” Sam asked. “Why’re you staring at that light book?”

Thea chuckled. “It’s called a laptop,” she informed him, turning around in her chair so they could actually see the screen. She’d pulled up men’s daily fashion in a google image search. “I got a bit of an idea with Sam’s little stunt with that ‘glamor spell’,” she said. “Can you all adjust what you’re wearing with magic?”

“In a sense,” James replied. “But it will draw from our reserves, so you may want to consider suggesting this carefully—”

“Would you wear actual clothes if I got them for you, then?” Thea asked, thinking nothing of interrupting James.

The brothers didn’t answer, looking between each other for a few moments. They didn’t seem to want to answer, rather than not being able to.

“I don’t want to wear shoes,” Matthew muttered, tapping his sneaker-encased foot on the floor.

“You don’t have to inside, but outside you’d better have them on,” Thea informed him. “Or you’ll need to wash your feet every time before you come inside.”

“Can do!” he piped up.

James sighed. “Are you sure about that, Miss? You are alright with bare feet traipsing about the house?”

“As long as they’re relatively clean bare feet,” she pulled up her own legs a bit to wiggle her socked feet. “I usually have socks or bare feet inside too.”

“Alright!” Matthew exhaled happily, grinning at Thea.

The innkeeper offered a smile in return before drawing their attention back to the laptop. “I’ve pulled up images of every day wear for fashionable men. It’d be good to pull from these to make an outfit you all like to wear in public. Multiple would be good, considering people tend to have a closet full of clothes instead of just one outfit… but I understand if it’s too much energy.”

The brothers leaned in, trying to get a good look at the images.

“It’s like… paintings…” Damien murmured.

“But really detailed! And on a lit page,” Matthew marveled.

“What’s that one?” Sam asked, pointing at a particular picture.

Thea adjusted her stance enough that she could click on the picture, making it easier for him to see. “Looks like... a twill jacket with T-shirt and jeans. Nice loafers, too,” she pointed to each piece as she noted what it was.

“The shoes are stupid,” Sam said, though he shimmered and soon stood in the soft green twill jacket, grey T-shirt and his jeans remained on his legs. His feet remained in their black and white sneakers.

She tilted her head as she observed him. “That looks pretty good on you, actually,” she noted. “Nice choice.”

Sam completely avoided eye contact and said nothing, though Thea could see a light blush painting his cheeks and she grinned at him.

“Not that what you think matters,” he muttered. “It’s comfy. Not as comfy as nothin’, but you humans don’t go around naked or shirtless much.”

“Glad you remembered that,” she mused, which seemed to startle Sam back into silence again.

Thea started scrolling again and Matthew stopped her next. “Hey, wait! That one!”

She clicked to enlarge the picture. “Ah, you like a hoodie?” she asked, smile returning to her lips.

“Is that the second shirt there?”

“The jacket, yeah. Hoodies are cool. They have pockets that are actually comfortable to put and leave your hands in and, true to the name, have a hood you can flip up and down.”

“So it’s a hooded cloak?” James asked, quirking a brow.

“No,” Thea replied, shaking her head. The way they saw things was very interesting to her. Our worlds and times are so different… she couldn’t help but think to herself. “Cloaks are long, to your knees or ankles. These are just to around your butt or your waist and the hood is only enough to shield your head from rain. It takes a fair amount of stretching for it to cover your face much more than that.”

“Still, it looks interesting,” Matthew said, nodding to himself for a moment before focusing. His form shimmered just as Sam’s had, materializing a hoodie over his T-shirt and ridding him of his sneakers. He looked down at his toes and wiggle them with a grin. “Comfy!” he said, slipping his hands into his partially-zipped hoodie.

“Is there something that you enjoy seeing on males, Princess?” Erik inquired.

Thea chuckled again. “Not really,” she admitted, glancing over at him. “But, if you want to be smartly dressed…” she mused, thought trailing off as she turned her attention back to the laptop. She scrolled down further, finally finding a model with a tailored vest. “This would probably look good on you,” she told him, leaning away after she’d clicked on the image.

“Hm! That does look nice~” Erik admitted. A moment’s shimmer later and he had a brown vest overlaid on his T-shirt. “Though it doesn’t look as good with this shirt, nor in that color…” he sighed. “I will have to adjust this.”

“You have plenty of time,” she assured him, eyes making little secret of admiring how the new vest hugged his form. He really was like a model, though she supposed they all were. It was ridiculous.

“Is there anything that is considered formal?” James asked.

“Well, yeah, suits…” she started, hesitating for a moment. “But you really don’t need to be wandering around in a full suit n’ tie ensemble during regular days,” Thea answered. She turned her attention to the computer once more. “You could be all fancy, though. Erik’s vest is like that, but I’m sure you want to be different.”

She nibbled on her lower lip as she scrolled through. “Ah! Here,” she finally said, leaning back after clicking on another image. “Something like this.” The newest image had a man with a khaki trench coat, blue and black scarf wrapped loosely about his neck, double breasted grey vest and black slacks that ended in well-polished black loafers. “Of course you won’t need the coat and scarf— the second layer of clothes on his shoulders and the thing about his neck— right now. It’s summer. Too hot for that stuff.”

James hummed to himself for a moment as he looked at the image. “The...coat? Seems like a bit much anyway,” he admitted. Moments later, he closed his eyes and his form shimmered. He’d apparently taken what Erik said to heart and substituted a long sleeved shirt for his T-shirt when he put on a vest. The black slacks that appeared were perfectly tailored and the loafers were squeaky new.

Thea shook her head slowly, a smile at her lips. “Man, having magic must be nice,” she said. “To think how much time and money I’d save by being able to just think and manifest the clothes I wanted.”

“It certainly is easier than using a tailor,” Erik admitted with a light chuckle.

She quirked a brow. “Do you all wear clothes?”

“Sons and Daughters of Lilith do not, but many other demons do,” James interjected. “The clothing is typically far more for propriety or for protection than simply to accessorize.”

“Sons and Daughters of Lilith?” Thea echoed.

“Incubi and Succubi, respectively, Miss,” James answered easily. “It is another name for us, as our race was birthed by Lilith.”

“Lilith… like Adam’s first wife Lilith?” she inquired further.

“Or so the christian bible goes,” he replied, chuckling. “There are many stories of how the human Lilith appeared in the Abyssal Plains and how she gave birth to our race, but none know the truth of it.”

The innkeeper’s mind swam with the implications, but she shook her head to help clear her mind. “Back on to our original topic— the reasons for clothing are essentially the same here,” Thea informed them. “Though the rich use clothes as another way to show off their wealth and their individual tastes.”

“So some bullshit traditions are just everywhere,” Sam grumbled. “The only place you need to put your wealth is back in the kingdom. In defenses or offence… but a massive offence is better than any defense.”

The innkeeper nodded. “For once, we agree,” she admitted. The brothers looked surprised, but she held up a hand as she continued. “Though less about the massive offence part. To have anything you own be strong, anything you get from it you need to put back into it. Reinvest time and energy into your life, money into your business, love back into your pets or plants...”

“Attention back into your relationship?” Erik offered, a sly smile parting his lips.

Thea nodded. “Exactly.”

“A wise strategy, especially for someone as young as you,” James noted.

She raised a brow as she looked to him. “Young?” she echoed. “You all can’t be older than me. No way.”

“Time… moves differently between the human and demon worlds,” James began. “That being said, I had passed my 114th year before we came here.”

Thea stared at him blankly. ...wut? she thought. It was the only thing that the gears turned out before they squeaked to a stop. “You’re… 114…?” she finally managed to ask.

“Ah!” Damien gasped, actually making his brothers jump as well as Thea. “Harold gave us those hard papers,” he said. “He said those would have all our information on them.”

James relaxed. “Oh, yes. The identity papers…” he mused, fishing around in his new slacks pockets. He grasped whatever he was looking for and pulled it out. “Here.”

Thea took the ID card that James held out for her. It was a full license... for Illinois. Mr. Anderson really had pulled out all the stops. These looked entirely legit. They have all their paperwork. You’ll need to take them to the local DMV to get it updated.... K’s commentary echoed in her head. They did indeed have all they needed. Especially if they had birth records and SS numbers as well as this. If Harold could get legitimate ID’s��� there’s little doubt in her mind that he could get the rest, too.

“Your last name is Anderson,” she noted, chuckling at the thought. “I suppose that would have made it easier for Harold to keep in contact with you and help you out if you needed it. He was going to pretend y’all were his sons.” Thea’s lips parted in a small smile. “He did have quite a plan…” She flicked her eyes over the rest of the info, unsurprised to see his height listed as 6’0, certainly unsurprised at his hair and eye color and even less surprised that he was marked as ‘M’. 8/30/1994 the DoB read. “You’re 23 here,” she read out. “So, in human years at least, you’re younger than me by 2 years.”

James took the card back as soon as she offered it to him. “That will take some getting used to,” he admitted, putting the ID back in his pocket. “But considering how much more you know than I, perhaps it will not be as difficult as I think.”

“Your birthday is just a few day ahead of mine,” she informed him. “I was born on September 2nd.”

All the brothers looked very confused and glanced between each other.

“You… know exactly what date you were born?” James finally spoke up, seemingly for all the brothers.

“Oh yeah, we have a celebration every year or at least acknowledge whenever that date comes around, too. I usually just drink,” Thea shrugged. “Or maybe binge on food and or TV.”

“TV?” Matthew and Damien asked, nearly simultaneously.

“I’ll have to show you all that later,” she said. “It’s… not really something I can explain without you seeing it.”

“Do we all have birthdays now, too?” Damien asked.

“If you all have those ID cards, yeah, you do,” Thea told him. “They have to be on there. It’s part of your identity here.”

Both Matthew and Damien seemed terribly excited and enamored by the idea. “What’s mine?!” Matthew all but blurted out, fishing in his new hoodie pocket for the card before sticking it in Thea’s face.

She laughed, taking the ID and looking it over. “May 1st. It’s the 5th month of the year.” Thea handed it back to him without ceremony. “That’s usually also the day a lot of people celebrate spring coming back around.”

“What about mine?” Damien asked, far quieter than Matthew had been but still all but vibrating with excitement as he held out the ID to her.

She took it and scanned the info. “October 11th,” she informed him. “Good thing it wasn’t a month before,” she added, a mirthless chuckle passed her lips at that. My humor is so dark sometimes…

“Why?” Damien asked, tilting his head after he put his card away again.

“September 11th was the day of a horrible tragedy for this country. Thousands of people died,” Thea recounted. “It was back in 2001. I was a kid. Just 9. I didn’t really understand what was happening, aside from it being a bad thing. Smoke and fire were usually a good indicator of something bad.”

“What happened?” Surprisingly, the question had come from Sam.

Thea looked to him, silent for a good few breaths as she thought over the answer. “If humans are good at one thing, Sam, it’s killing each other,” she finally told him. “It was a very effective attack. Using our own technology of flight against us.” She got the feeling that someone would have asked about how humans could fly, but they could feel her distress at the topic and decided not to delve further for the moment. “They martyred themselves in order to cause the most damage possible. And they did a very good job of that.”

The room went quiet, all the brothers apparently cowed into silence by the heaviness of the topic.

After a few moments, though, Damien spoke up. “Did you lose anyone?”

Thea shook her head. “Thankfully, no. But I have met people who did. It was particularly tough for them because it was a national tragedy and it felt like they couldn’t be alone in their grief. I can only imagine how difficult that must have been. No to mention anyone that didn’t want a war over it. The politicians used it as an excuse for more bloodshed and more lives lost in a war that’s been going on most of my life.”

“This place doesn’t look like a battlefield,” Matthew commented. “It’s peaceful. And not covered in blood…”

The innkeeper smiled, though there was no happiness behind the expression. “It’s not fought here,” she attempted to explain. “We try and keep our wars off our soil. We go where the enemies, or where the politicians claim our enemies are.”

“Sounds like a good strategy,” Sam noted. “Bring the fight to them. Protect your kingdom.”

Thea laughed again, though bitterly. “And what of the other people in the country? The ‘kingdom’ doesn’t just have soldiers. It’s just ‘good strategy’ to destroy places that service soldiers… but they also serve the people. You end up murdering innocents and creating more martyrs.”

“Have they attacked you again since?” Sam asked.

“Not as directly—”

“Then the war’s working.”

“It’s not that simple, Sam,” she snapped. “War is fought on multiple fronts here. With every innocent person we kill, we do the extremists’ jobs for them. Recruiting is easy when you don’t even have to provide propaganda to show the enemy is evil.”

“Evil?” he scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re just defending yourself!”

“By taking over their land? Murdering their people? I think not.” Thea watched him, gaze hard. “If one can avoid war or violence, one should. The cost is too high. Both in actual lives and collateral damages.”

No one seemed brave enough to speak up at that and after a few tense moments, Thea sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m going to leave this search page up,” she told them. “All you need to do is tap these to enter new words to search for,” she began to explain, gesturing to the keyboard. “And then press this one labeled ‘enter’,” she added, tapping oh-so-gently on the ‘enter’ key. “That’ll bring up new results, if you all want to explore clothing a bit more.”

She stood and the boys parted like the Red Sea for Moses. Thea paused at the door. “Remember to turn off the lights before you leave,” she told them. “Like this,” she casually flicked the switch by the doorframe down and received a soft click as the room went dark aside from the laptop. She left them in the dark for only a moment before flicking it back up.

“Woah…” Matthew exhaled, eyes wide as saucers. “So that’s what you meant! Do it again!”

Thea chuckled. “Do it yourself if you want,” she suggested.

Erik groaned as Matthew scurried over to the switch and began flipping it back and forth while staring up that the ceiling. “Must you do that so quickly?”

“It’s really fun!”

“It strains the eyes,” Erik informed him. “Stop it.”

“Is this also electricity, Miss?” James asked, clearly just as bothered by the flickering light as Erik judging by his squinted eyes was but trying to ignore it.

“Yes,” she answered, also having to squint her eyes a bit as she let Matthew get his latest excited phase over with. “It’s typically how we illuminate anything. We don’t really use torches or candles much. Sometimes we have scented candles, though. Those are nice.”

“Can you not smell others?” Damien asked. “There are scents for emotion, intensity of scents for power… why would you need more?”

Thea quirked a brow. “No. I mean, not unless they’ve stopped bathing and are dirty or something. Most people don’t have a smell or, at least, we clean ourselves enough that any smell we naturally have is washed away regularly. We can put stuff on us to change how we smell, but it doesn’t usually last long. The candles are meant to help relax.”

“Or maybe human senses are just too weak,” Sam muttered, though his attention was clearly on the curly haired brother as he gleefully continued messing with the lights. “Matthew! Stop it!” He growled at his brother, reaching out and grasping the younger incubi’s wrist and pulling it away from the switch.

“Hey!” he whined, pursing his lips as he looked at Sam. The rest of the brothers were relieved that they could finally see without their pupils constantly adjusting.

“You can be the one to turn on and off the lights,” James told him. Matthew’s eyes widened again as he looked to his eldest brother, a light blush on his cheeks from excitement. “But,” he added, Matthew’s energy barely dampening, “Miss Thea will tell you when to turn them on or off. None of this back and forth.”

Thea took notice of Jame’s use of her name for the first time, a small shiver tracing her spine. It was interesting how much more important her name sounded when it wasn’t used so often. “I’ll have to get used to telling someone else to do it,” Thea said. “But, sure.”

“Really…?” Matthew asked. When he received a nod, he all but jumped on her, wrapping his arms about her shoulders and squeezing her. “Thank you~!”

Thea yelped, heart hammering within a second and hands at her sides twitching. Too close. Too much. Too fast. Let go. Her mind chanted at him, but she was frozen.

“Matthew, let go,” Damien instructed.

“Huh?” Matthew asked, turning his head to look at his brother.

“She’s extremely uncomfortable…”

“Oh…” the second-youngest released his grip, offering Thea a sheepish smile. “S-sorry…”

Thea released a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding and it shuddered on its way out. “It’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Eventually. I just… need to get used to the fact that you’re touchy-feely.” She offered him the biggest smile she could muster, though it was small in comparison to his. “Anyway, I’m going to see if I can’t put my bags up in the master bedroom and get ready to sleep. You all have fun with the search. Hopefully you can find outfits you like.” With that said, she shuffled around Matthew and headed out of the office.

She hadn’t even gotten to the door of the innkeeper’s living area before she heard footsteps beyond her own.

“Miss—” James started.

Thea turned to find him having stopped only a few paces away. “Yeah?” she asked.

For once, the eldest brother hesitated. “...are you... alright?”

She took in his expression, concern etching across most of his face but she swore she saw a twinge of pity. That was something that always irked her, even though it came from a place of compassion. “I’ll be fine, like I said.”

“Will you?”

“Why do you all not take me at my word about this?” she huffed. Despite the minor outburst, the innkeeper averted her gaze and pulled up a hand to rub self-consciously at her opposite arm. “I have a lot of scars you can’t see,” she relented. “They’re still tender, even though I’ve made a lot of progress. I’d prefer it if you all ignored them, as I do. I’d like to think they’d go away faster that way.”

“From that past you don’t want to talk about, I take it?” James prodded.

“Yeah,” she answered crisply, her mind recalling K’s reaction to her prodding about Harold. “From that.”

She knew he was watching her, but they sat with the silence for a time. Thea lifted her gaze to the office as she heard the remaining boys arguing about something.

“A wound won’t heal without proper treatment,” James offered, his expression still of concern as Thea’s gaze finally turned to him before he continued speaking. “Just as ignoring hunger does not sate it.”

Even though it was hardly a come on, Thea’s cheeks flushed. “Oh,” she breathed. “Right… You were,” she paused, swallowing. “Needing to feed.” She had completely forgotten about that in all the chaos that his brothers had stirred up.

“I can wait, if necessary,” he offered, voice quieter than she ever recalled it being. She didn’t immediately take him up on his offer, so he continued. “But… the glamor spell adjustments drained some reserve.”

There was a tenseness between them, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Thea still didn’t answer, sensing there was something else that was itching to be said but she was unable to insist he spit it out.

“And you,” he started again, gaze expressing something Thea couldn’t quite place. “Impress me. I… would very much like to taste you.”

“Taste?” she echoed, a nervous chuckle slipping over her lips as her ears bloomed pink. The hand that had been at her arm lifted to rub at the back of her neck. “That’s quite a way to put it...”

“But not incorrect,” he reminded her, still not moving forward despite her apparent acquiescence. After they seemed stuck again, he held out a hand. “Should I help you to your room?”

A round of raucous laughter and what was apparently Sam yelling echoed into the room from the office. Thea smiled as her gaze slipped over towards the noises. They need you, she thought to herself. Relax. They’re not going to hurt you. Her gaze shifted back to James. Especially not him. Thea grasped his hand. To his apparent surprise, according to the sharp exhale she heard, she also pulled it as she headed into the living room. “I don’t really have much to put upstairs,” she told him. “But it is three levels of stairs, so your assistance would be helpful.”

“Of course,” was all she heard from him as she guided him along. He offered no resistance to her and kept up easily due to his height.

Thea was surprised to find that she was reluctant to release her grip on his hand, but forced herself to. Her now free hand wandered between two bags for a moment before slipping her arm through the loop of her duffle bags’ handle and standing up. “If you could take that one, that’d be great,” she said, tapping the handle to her cheap, world-weary khaki suitcase.

She headed towards the stairs only when she saw James nod and reach for the bag. They climbed the stairs in their comfortable silence, not finding any trouble on the way up. Thea hadn’t even been in this room yet and she was waffling between emotions as she entered. She’d never seen a spiral staircase with a door only at the top level, but she supposed her mother had been one for privacy if nothing else in her life.

The decor was pretty much as far from Thea’s taste as one could get. A beautiful powdery blue lined the walls and the furniture was all light cream or white. Even the king bed’s linens echoed the color scheme. There were small details here and there of inlaid gold and the woman even had an old-fashioned vanity with a powder blue puff of a cushion on the stool that sat in front of it. Thea could practically see her mother putting on her makeup as she stood there and tsked under her breath. “This is gonna have to change,” she muttered to herself, lazily plopping the duffle bag on her shoulder down onto the chaise at the edge of the bed.

“You don’t like your mother’s taste in decor?” James asked.

As she looked at him, she swore she saw the faintest of smirks at his lips. She couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or not. “No,” she answered firmly. “This is way too bright. And fancy. And, frankly, opulent...” she muttered.

He actually chuckled, holding a closed hand against his lips as if to muffle the sound. “You know, for not liking Sam much, you’re a lot like him. Just with a far larger vocabulary and better morals.”

So he was picking on me! she cried in her head. Okay, James. You wanna play? I can play. “Of all your brothers, you compare me to him?” she asked, sighing. Thea ran a hand through her hair and leaned her head back as she did so, adding a dramatic flick of her wrist as it left her locks. She wouldn’t directly insult Sam, since James clearly loved his brothers, but the suggestion was there.

“Which of us would you prefer to be compared to?” James asked in return, his hand moving away from his mouth and slipping beneath his arm as he watched her. He was no longer hiding his smile.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she countered. Start with the others. Then lead up to him. she instructed herself. “I would like to think I share Damien’s gentleness.”

“When you are not defending yourself from perceived invaders, perhaps,” he admitted. “Is that your preference? My youngest brother is… special, in many ways. There is much to see there, if he lets you in.”

“I will have to keep that in mind,” Thea mused. “I’m afraid I can’t be as smooth as Erik, but there must be more than that to him.”

“Indeed there is,” James replied. “Though he will make it difficult for you, in particular, to see anything else.”

“Why?”

“Because he— as do each of us— owes you a debt. It is only natural to want to show your best side to those that hold power over you.”

Thea actually barked out a laugh at the idea that she held any power over these brothers. They had magic, and special abilities; she did not. There was little to compare in terms of power. “Power? Really, now?” she asked. “I doubt that.”

His expression fell, and she immediately felt guilt pool in her gut. “We are… resourceful, Miss, but we would be arrogant to think that we would survive long in an entirely new world without guidance or monetary assistance.”

“And you think I’d be the type to kick you all out after letting you in just to get some kind of power trip?” Thea inquired, quirking a brow.

“No!” he said. His answer came so quickly that even she was a bit surprised. “You are magnanimous, even after we all but invaded your new home. You offered us shelter; are teaching us; providing us a living. Even though it was not what Harold originally intended, my brothers and I will never be able to pay you back.”

She was struck silent for a few moments, actually feeling like she might tear up from the sheer gratefulness in his tone. She’d never been in this kind of position before. She’d been the one needing help, but not the one that was able to give it. “Well,” she finally managed to say, offering him the largest genuine smile she had since they arrived. She took a few steps forward, raising a hand to gently grasp his shoulder. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not the type to take advantage of any power I have over others.”

James’s smile returned and his gaze caught hers, intent, like it was searching for something. “Oh, I think my brothers and I wouldn’t mind if you took charge a bit,” he mused. Thea was still not entirely certain he was joking or teasing her.

“Really?” she asked, clearly incredulous. “The eldest brother would simply turn over his reins to an all but stranger?”

“You lead from a place of knowledge and experience and aren’t harsh,” he informed her. “I have had far worse teachers than you, Miss Thea.”

There it is again… she thought. Still, even though her name was gated behind that ‘miss’, it struck her. “We’ll see how long you feel that way, James,” she chided him in reply.

They were quiet again, though it was still not awkward. Each of them seemed to be looking for something in the other, but either could not find it or were not sure they had.

“Are you still…?” she started, unable to figure out how to properly bring up the topic.

“Yes,” he replied simply. “Is that an invitation?”

Thea’s flush returned and painted the tips of her ears as well as her face. She couldn’t form the words, but managed a small nod.

James’s smile turned to a smirk, whiskey eyes easily shifting to gold and within a breath Thea felt the emotional effects of enthrallment take hold. Her pulse quickened, flush deepened and this time she noted energy zipping along from even her core and dancing along her skin. His hand reached out, fingertips tracing along the skin of her neck and gently pushing her jaw up. Their height difference made the adjustment necessary as he leaned over and placed a kiss at the edge of her lips.

Even through her enthrallment, she was confused. “Did you just... miss…?” she asked, though the question came out more like panting.

“Purposefully,” he answered her in a breath, pressing another kiss towards her cheek. Her energy tickled her skin, leaving heat not only at his touch but following as his face and hand moved along her form. Her body bade her try to follow and actually have him kiss her but he held her jaw in place. Gently, which she was grateful for, but still firmly. “Just… let me,” he murmured against her skin as he placed several more kisses along her face.

Thea didn’t have much option, even if she didn’t want him to continue. The thought made a part of her not so thoroughly entranced, panic. What if he doesn’t want to stop? Can I stop him? Would he actually listen if I said stop? The thoughts roiled in the back of her mind, but she didn’t speak of them and did her best to ignore them. The enthrallment was still working its literal magic and she was wrapped up in her body’s need. Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, drawing him closer even as he took his time kissing down to her jaw and lightly nipping at her neck. “I thought,” she started, still having difficulty forming words through the heat the enthrallment brought her. “You said you wanted to taste me,” Thea managed to pant, threading her fingers into his hair.

“I am,” he replied easily, vibrations from his words tickling her neck. After another light kiss, he pulled back. His golden orbs stared into hers with an intensity that should have scared her, his free hand ghosting over her skin to draw the energy about as if to tease her further. “Was there something else you wanted…?”

There was a new quality to his voice, Thea noted. A deep timbre that was not just his voice. It echoed and the effect ran a chill up her spine her even through the enthrallment. They’re still not humans, she heard herself think. I have to remember that. She wasn’t certain what she was hearing, but she did know it wasn’t her imagination. “Aren’t you going to feed?” she asked, her voice suddenly small and uncertain despite her flushed face and rapid heartbeat.

Something flashed in his expression, but she couldn’t pinpoint what. After a moment, his eyes glittered and the mist expanded. “In due time,” he told her, a small smirk painting his lips as she involuntarily released a moan. Her mind’s worries were pushed away, though she could still hear them they were a distant chorus that she could no longer focus on. The heat that pooled in her core made her wriggle in place, the earlier wish for it to be wrapped up forgotten for the constant drumbeat of more, more, more.

As if he could hear her wishes like his youngest brother, James kissed just below her ear and this time she actually felt some of her energy leaving her skin. Her vision lost focus as he took up a sharp nibble at her ear and she gripped even tighter to his hair. The faint chorus grew louder again. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually say anything like ‘stop’ to him. Why was she having so many concerns with James? She’d been worried with the others, but it got easier after they started. Maybe because he was taking his time and the others had been quick?

The thoughts were forced away again as he sucked on her earlobe and she whimpered. Energy shot from her core through her neck, flaring pleasure and heat before it slipped away and into James. As his lips’ travel along the shell of her ear was rewarded with needy pants, he chuckled. His lips brushed against her ear and the sound echoed in her mind. It held that new timbre, the ethereal echo that she hadn’t seen in any other brother. “I see why Erik had such a hard time with you earlier,” he murmured, assailing her ear one last time with a sharp nip. Another round of energy shot through her and was pulled away. “You’re fit to burst…” James leaned back to look at her, that impossible to pin down expression crossing his face once more. He looked as if he wanted to say more, but instead he finally leaned into her and laid claim to her lips. The kiss was simple, entirely lip lock, but radiated need even more than Damien’s had. His hand slipped from her jaw along her neck and held the back of her head tightly as he kissed her. Once, twice, thrice, each claiming their fair share of her energy as it raced along her skin. Her head felt light, then her body and she clung to him for support.

All at once, the enthrallment ended and the flaring heat subsided. Her thoughts came screaming at her again, worries raging in her head. Comparisons to Keith, though not deserved, were amongst the raucous chorus. James held her tightly as she shook, unable to decide if she should try and pull away or just break down in tears.

“M-miss?” he asked, gently running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She slowly shook her head, but buried it firmly against his chest. Tears had spilled from her eyes as she tried to manage her thoughts. It was to little avail.

James kept hold of her and part of her screeching thoughts wanted him to release her immediately, the rest suggested she’d likely then fall over. There was so much conflicting in her head and in her heart. She jerked in his grip as a series of hard knocks came to the door.

“Thea?” She already knew it was Damien, even with the voice muffled through the door. Her thoughts had been loud enough for him to hear and come running.

“The door’s unlocked,” Thea said, finally turning her head so that he could hopefully hear her despite her voice being barely above a whisper.

The redhead peeked out from around the corner of the door frame, apparently concerned about actually interfering. James’s expression was unreadable as Thea looked up to him. He reached up and brushed at the corners of her eyes to pull the tears that had begun to form from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have increased the enthrallment. Something was wrong…”

As much as she wanted to, Thea couldn’t tell him it was okay. Something was wrong.

“She said stop in her head, but she didn’t know if she really wanted it to,” Damien offered. “I came because it got very, very loud and I couldn’t ignore it.”

James sighed heavily, almost dramatically, and turned his gaze fully on Thea. “Next time, tell me— or any of us— to stop,” he insisted. “It will not hurt us. Or insult us. You are being gracious in offering us your energy in the first place.”

“Okay,” Thea agreed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it…” she added after a moment’s pause.

The eldest offered a smile, but it was tinged with sadness or perhaps even guilt. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her, releasing his grip on her.

Thea followed suit, but had to focus on steadying herself.

“Woah, hey!” Damien cried, scrambling over to her. James had reached out, but hesitated, so his brother had taken the initiative instead. “Let me help you to bed…”

Thea simply nodded and let him guide her to the bed. All of the sudden she didn’t have the fucks left to care what color the room or the bed was. She sank down into the plush bedding the moment Damien allowed her to, eyes closing.

“Rest well, Miss,” James said. A few moments later, the door opened and clicked shut.

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Gotham 4x14 (Spoilers below)

The episode opens with Bruce opening up the case with his vigilante costume YESSSS he picks up the mask, staring at and nOOOO WAIT WHY IS HE BURNING IT STAHP

-WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRUCE

-Ivy is freaking weird now

-Lee pls don’t be taken in by Sofia

-Sofia: *wants control of the Narrows* I want a 30% tax on all income from the narrows, legal and illegal Lee: these people live hand to mouth they’ll STARVE Sofia: well we all have to make sacrifices Lee:  WTF

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME WOMAN

-Sidenote: Lee’s black fur is an AESTHETIC

-Alfred graciously allows Bruce to meet him but Bruce has NO idea how to apologize...just begs Alfred for his help repeatedly, and Alfred is practically breathless waiting for this boy he loves as his son to say those two words, I’m sorry, but Bruce, my lost, ashamed, scared, probably too proud for his own good son, just can’t make himself say those words. And Alfred, bless his soul, refuses to just forget everything that happened and go running back to Bruce. He could, he loves him enough, but no he loves him more than that.  Alfred loves Bruce so much that he doesn’t do the easy thing and forgive Bruce just like that.  Instead, he forces Bruce to grow, to act like a man, to show he has changed, but right now Bruce is JUST NOT GETTING IT and I AM CRYING I CAN’T

Bruce: I am asking as a friend Alfred: well I’m not your friend I was your butler and you fired me

BURN

-The Riddler aspect of Ed is currently haunting him, and Ed is trying his best to keep his supervillain side under control but yeah I don’t see that lasting for long

-Lucius please get your nose a little further away then twelve inches from the deadly flower that carries an airborne bio weapon

-BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JIM AND THE GCPD BURST INTO HARVEY’S APARTMENT AND HARVEY IS SO TICKED OFF

-Ivy: *sends a video to the Gotham news station, showing dead bodies* Gotham news station: why is it suddenly the hot thing to do to send us weird videos? Oh well *shrugs shoulders and airs the video*

-Harvey is by no means a coward and is gonna go find Ivy by himself...ONCE HE FINDS HIS PANTS LOL

I-’m DYING Ed dramatically demands that a bunch of Gotham Street Irregulars find out what Sofia’s plans are and he bribes them with “an entire set of encyclopedias—minus the T” of course the kids are like wut so he has to sweeten the deal with $20

-SELINA DOES NOT GIVE UP ON HER FRIENDS

-Harvey: LET’S GET THIS STRAIGHT JIM I AM NEVER WORKING WITH YOU AGAIN *five minutes later* JIM I GOT A LEAD COME MEET ME

Aw DANG IT he’s being controlled by Ivy of course I just can’t have nice things

-It is testimony to Cory Michael Smith I LOVE Ed/the Riddler so much he always has great scenes and I love his arguments with himself BUT ALSO ED WAIT NO OMG HE IS ALL SET TO KILL HIMSELF TO STOP HIMSELF WHOA “I GUESS YOU ARE SMARTER THAN ME”

-Harvey: DON’T EVEN TRY TO TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS ONE Jim: OH I WOULDN’T BUT UH QUICK QUESTION IS IVY’S HAIR MORE AUBURN OR SCARLET Harvey: OH I UH GOOD QUESTION Jim:  *knocks him out*

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-I FREAKING LOVE SELINA. BRUCE COMES TO HER (BECAUSE SERIOUSLY APART FROM ALFRED SHE IS BASICALLY HIS ONLY OTHER FRIEND AND THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO KNOWS HIM SO WELL) AND ANYWAY SELINA JUST T E A R S HIM UP LIKE BOI I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR NONSENSE IVY IS KILLING PEOPLE ALSO YOU FOOL GO SAY SORRY TO ALFRED BECAUSE I AM 52935% SURE THIS IS YOUR FAULT

-OMG Ed sits down to tell Lee about Sofia and Jim and he looks very messy-haired and stressed “so technically your ex has been sleeping with your dead husband’s mafiosa sister” and Lee is just like wtf jim wtf

-Lee is ready to throw Jim under the bus if it means saving the people of the Narrows and Ed is just so impressed with her dedication that he fumbles around a second about to confess his love to her then runs away, and honestly I don’t ship Lee and Ed (I think) because of Ed’s messy past relationships that REALLY didn’t go well but also I like how he much he admires Lee, a strong woman who helps the people in her care

ALSO I CAN’T WITH ED’S MESSY HAIR I LOVE IT

-JIM AND HARVEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER AGAIN THIS IS NOT A DRILL

-Jim: *orders the GCPD to go after Ivy and arm up with gas masks and guns with non-lethal rounds* Alvarez:  to fight...plants?

LOL

-ALSO NOT A DRILL HARVEY APOLOGIZES TO JIM FOR SAYING THEIR BROTP BREAKUP WAS ALL JIM’S FAULT *INDISTINCT SCREAMING*

-POOR BRUCE STANDING THERE AT THE GALA ALL ALONE AND LONELY AND AFRAID BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ALFRED AND SELINA HAVE BOTH REFUSED TO HELP HIM (AND WHO CAN BLAME THEM HE KNOWS THAT UGH MY HEART!!!)

WAIT OMG OMG OMG ALFRED JUST WALKED IN ASDFFHGJKL AND BRUCE CAN’T EVEN SPEAK

HE JUST LEAVES HIS SPEECH BEHIND AND SAYS ALFRED WAS A FRIEND AND PROTECTOR AND A fATHER TO HIM AND ASKS FOR A SECOND CHANCE AND I’M CRYING AND ALFRED IS GONNA CRY AND EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND OMG BRUCE WALKS DOWN TOWARD ALFRED AND LOOKS SO INTENSE AND SCARED AND ALFRED SAYS THANKS FOR THAT BUT WAIT HE SAYS HE STILL CAN’T HELP BRUCE AND BRUCE IS LIKE I KNOW WHO I AM BUT ALFRED IS LIKE YOU HAVE DARKNESS IN YOU BUT UNDERNEATH YOU ALSO HAVE A HEART THAT WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE AND YOU HAVE TO FIND THAT bUT WhAT NO HE SAYS HE CAN’T HELP BRUCE FIND THAT?  AND THEN BRUCE SAYS HE WAS STUPID FOR REACHING OUT

WHAT

WTF

I AM SO UPSET RIGHT NOW

-annnnnnd the saga of Wayne galas getting held up by villains continues hi there Ivy

-EDDDD DON’T DO IT :(

-I’m sorry, if a lady walked into the gala I was at and started exploding people with flowers from the inside, I would be shrieking quite a bit more than these people are...then again this is Gotham, they’ve seen some pretty weird stuff by this point

-for context, I am screaming and breathless for the entirety of this next bit:  BRUCE RUNS BACK TO THE ROOM BECAUSE ALFRED IS THERE, AND HE STEALS ONE OF THE MOOK’S NINJA CLOTHES, AND THEN HE FLICKS OFF THE LIGHTS AND TAKES OUT BAD GUYS MY SON DOES tHAT AND THEN HE WANTS TO SAVE JUST ALFRED AND ALFRED IS LIKE SON MY SON THIS IS WHAT I FREAKING MEANT tHIS IS WHO YOU ARE YOU ARE MEANT TO HELP PEOPLE AND BRUCE JUST LOOKS AT HIM AND RAISES UP THE SCARF OVER HIS MOUTH INTENSE BRUCE HAS RETURNED THE YOUNG BATMAN RISES AND THE LOOK ON ALFRED’S FACE IS BLOODY HELL YES!!!!!!!  

-BRUCE HIDING IN THE SHADOWS

OOPS JIM FOUND HIM RUN BRUCE RUN

AH YES BRUCE IS ALREADY DISAPPEARING OFF OF ROOFTOPS GET USED TO IT JIM

-Selina sitting casually in the darkness and then clicking on a lamp is my aesthetic

-“So you can go make more plants to kill people?  Yeah that ain’t gonna happen” SELINA IS A HERO SELINA IS A GOOD PERSON SELINA WHATEVER SHE SAYS CARES ABOUT MORE THAN JUST HERSELF I LOVE HER TO DEATH

Ivy:  one cut is all it’ll take no more running across rooftops and such Selina:  I’ll keep that in mind *gracefully slips under Ivy’s grasp and cartwheels away*

-SELINA IS SO FREAKING SASSY I LOVE HER

THE ONLY THING I’M CHOKING ON IVY IS YOUR INSANITY OMG OMG OMG

SELINA IS BRAVE AND A GOOD FRIEND AND I FREAKING CANNOT

-Lee meets with Sofia to win her over with dirt on Jim but Sofia is cold and cruel and GOSH NO DO NOT TOUCH LEE UGH NO NO NO she literally destroys Lee’s hand I CAN’T

...Lee is a great leader and would do well anywhere except the awful warzone of Gotham

ALSO Jim is gonna MURDER Sofia...or Ed will...or even someone else from the Narrows because Lee is really beloved I think of all but icky traitor guy I never trusted in the first place

-GAH The Riddler tells Ed to commit himself in Arkham BUT IT WAS ALL A PLOY BETWEEN THE RIDDLER AND OSWALD OMG AND OSWALD IS A HAPPY IF ALWAYS CREEPY PENGUIN

-ADSFHJFKDGLJSK BRUCE AND ALFRED SITTING AND ALFRED BINDING UP BRUCE’S WOUNDS WHILE BRUCE INTENSELY ACCEPTS WHO HE IS AND WHO HE WILL BE THIS IS A GREAT PARALLEL TO THE END OF THE THIRD SEASON

ALSO Alfred says Bruce’s parents would be proud of him and Bruce just LOOKS and Alfred says that HE is proud of him too and Bruce says do you want me to drive you to Gotham (sidenote: do you even HAVE a driver’s license son?) and this is him giving Alfred an opportunity to say yes, to leave him, it is an unspoken plea for Alfred to stay, and Alfred says no he doesn’t want to go anywhere he is HOME!!! *CLUTCHES HEART*

-YAASSS NOT ONLY HAVE BRUCE AND ALFRED MADE UP BUT HARVEY AND GORDON ARE COMING CLEAN AND APOLOGIZING IN RASPY VOICES LONG LIVE THE BROTPS AND THE FATHER/SON RELATIONSHIPS!!!!!

[nothingsolutions]

kev /.  /

playboi carti blaring 

did u ever own a tech deck: yes I have unfortunately only cause I never knew how 2 use it

We taking a road trip 2 Area 51

ur panicking but can only send an emoji: eggplant

thoughts on Target produce: she’s interesting. has a life of her own. all the colors n textures shapes. (wut would her name b) Something kewl idk let me think. a creature.

solar power? Ufos (y) cause cause u need power 4 the ppl ur gonna abduct

if u had a spaceship wut color: burnt orange or hot pink. juss 2 let em kno i’m here. 

Ima Leo I like attention

Wut do u think I am? ughhhhh (im a gemini) oh god

a muse: anything that doesn’t look real. biggest inspo is Petra Colins. 

Puts up the standard of things not looking normal. She does whatever she wants and thats the best. Thats what I try 2 do

something u aspire to be that inanimate: well everything is alive spiritually. maybe grass cause of how grounded it is. its v vibrant. I love color. 

u can tell cause the reflection of my Mac (green)

is it narcissistic to make urself ur background: absolutely. If no1 ones gonna luv u who is?

what water brand: a liter of voss or smart water

Water is always with me

I always drink 3 bottles b4 bed.

gas station order: lollypop and water

dentist or doctor? doctor they scare me. which is good

fav piece of clothing under $5: well i cant find my fav piece under $5, how about fav piece (ok) my archive gold golf shirt from 2017

what do u shoot wit mainly: fujifilm s700. luv recommending cause so cheap

what kinda cheez it: regular they nostalgic

where u would live: los angeles 1000% (y) I consider myself an la whore I could roam 24/7 but when I get a convertible its game over. im never coming home

Wut kinda convertible? 2007 bmw series 6. first car. dont wanna crash it

from the perspective of a plant who are you: hold on... a succulent but the cool ones that r orange

you like jazz? Yea but wait hold on yea just yea

yellow: yes (y) reminds me of childhood best friend

la metro: ummm hello I luv it cause it reminds me of Anthony and I taking it all the time. Anthony is amazing

fav controversial celeb: Kim k she juss does so much 4 ppl. she amazing & helps ppl 

what were u doing 2 years ago today: sophomore year holy shit being insecure. a people pleaser. really sad deep down. rotten inside.

Fav color car: black I have2 choose black it looks lux glossy wait r u still typing?? (Yea im gud)

Would u delete instagram: no

Did u ever do a tbh: oh god of course it was culture

What’s ur first post: maybe anime or a picture of lps doll

Phone % 18%

How many unread emails: 3,311

Do u have blue light glasses: wut tf is a blue light glass

My experience with the casting director

it all felt like a movie

Hearing receca blacks date in the back seat

and the casting director next to me telling me to be a model

It felt like a dream

I woke up 3 times last night

quote 4 2day: The fear of looking stupid is holding u back

[moiraineswife]

Can you expand on the Geralt, Regis, and Philippa being autistic? I'm intrigued...

Yes friend. Yes I can. As it happens I’ve already talked about Phil at length here, but I got distracted by…Life before I could get to the boys. So I’ll do that now. Much like Phil’s this isn’t going to be very ordered….Or detailed, unfortunately, bc I can’t remember everything I wanted to say on the subjects, and I don’t have the spoons to go trawling through the books atm. 

This is all, also, entirely book based, because I’ve never played the games (I just occasionally reblog gifsets here bc a)- pretty, b)- CONTENT and c)- oh look nice visual representations of my children) but idk what’s going on there. 

Regis: 

Regis presents some potential vague problems with the autistic thing bc he’s not human…but as I’m not suggesting all higher vampires are automatically autistic, and because I love my dear awkward bean, I don’t really care and we’re pressing on with haste. 

-Okay, okay, the biggest/my favourite thing for this hc with Regis is his habit of infodumping/overexplaining EVERYTHING. He either just gets really into it/excited about Sharing His Knowledge, or else he can’t filter what of all the many things bouncing around in his brain are actually important (bc they are all important) so he just says everything meanwhile the hansa are all just ‘Regis pls we got the point ten minutes ago STOP TALKING’ And he knows he does this, and he’s tried so many times to get a hold on it and stop but it just…It’s not happening. 

-Regis having special interests in herbs/plants, particularly if they can be used for medicinal purposes…Or making moonshine. He’s had several lifetimes to Indulge this interest and he pretty much knows everything about everything. 

-He has a pretty distinctive pattern of speech. And I like the idea that his Extreme Authentic Regis-Flavoured Politeness that’s a fairly staple part of his character is something that’s developed over the years, first from a coping type mechanism bc the politer he was, the harder it was to accidentally say something wrong and offend someone, and eventually transitioned into an internal rule so this is now just the way he is/has to be. 

-Kind of a combination of the above point and the first: Regis explaining things in ways he thinks are very clear and explicit (while also maintaining the necessary politeness rules) but everyone around him is just ???? regis wut???? 

-Regis calling himself a coward when it comes to combat situations because he doesn’t know how else to explain the fact that he freezes up and panics in these situations (the dude basically cannot die, okay, this isn’t a mortality fear, but there’s something going on). The truth is, though, that battles are sensory hell, too much noise, too much feeling, too much visual stimulation too much and he can’t deal with it (sweet bean) 

-I like Regis being on the other end of the empathy spectrum to, say, Philippa, and being hyperempathetic (which I think fits him fairly well - I mean….The guy is an immensely powerful, centuries old higher vampire….and he spends his time chilling, making moonshine for passing strangers, and being a bloody barber surgeon and helping people with his vast wealth of Knowledge. And also the way he responds to, say, the girl in the village when he performs the whole fire miracle thing to save her, despite the fact it’ll expose him, because he just nope, not having this. And he feels things so deeply, he CARES so much, he’s such a good soul, this suits him well) 

-Okay but in contrast to that Regis is pretty fucking unflappable. He doesn’t really do big displays of emotion very well, and tends to approach most things with Logic. (See: that moment in LotL when Geralt is like ‘okay ppl we have a job we are LEAVING’ and the hansa just explodes into action and rushes off to hop to it. Meanwhile Regis sits there, chill as you please, just like…yes, okay Geralt, an explanation if you please, I require Reasons before I leap into action thank you very much) And he’s got that expected ‘comes across as pretty withdrawn/composed’ thing going on too.

Geralt: 

Geralt, like Regis, presents a few slightly thorny problems bc a lot of the things that read as traits for him are muddled up with the whole witcher mutations…but again…i Relate too much to care, and I’m too tired to get into a debate with myself concerning this, so onwards and upwards… 

-I feel like he’s somewhere in the middle of the empathy spectrum. Like you’ve got Phil who’s just…None and doesn’t give af, Regis that’s just like *feels everything so much and vibrates with it* and then Geralt’s in the middle where he….Can’t really read people’s emotions very well, but there’s also a fairly large heaping of compassionate empathy in there, in that he WANTS to help people he just…Doesn’t quite understand them very well? So he’s like…Trying His Best on the empathy front. (bless) 

-Geralt kind of going the opposite direction that Regis went with the talking/socialising thing. Where Regis is really polite/long-winded to kind of compensate and attempt to cover all bases, Geralt is just...To the point. Blunt. Says what he’s thinking/what he means. Doesn’t have time for anyone who does anything other than that. He gave up trying to riddle out manipulation/lies long ago. Either talk simply, or don’t talk at all. 

-Geralt repeatedly being like ‘what is this feeling I am experiencing?’ *prods it uncertainly* which has a name: alexithmiya, and is Great Fun btw. 

-Let’s be honest here, he’s really not the world’s biggest emoter. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t have emotions/doesn’t feel (ofc he does) he’s just really not very good at showing it. 

-Absolutely less than zero, well into negative figures here, interested in politics. There’s too much lying, too much manipulation, too many games, too many exhausting little factions and social rules and nuances to try and figure out and he is decidedly Too Old For This Shit. 

-Same vein: hates spies/spying. Can’t be doing this with all this under the table, betraying, two-faced bullshit. Wasn’t made for it, can’t be fucked with it, stop doing it, please and thank you. 

-Geralt transcending the typical autistic realms of same!clothes/same!food and heading into the territory of same!name: every horse I have ever, or will ever, own is called Roach. Nice and simple. 

-His witcher medallion ending up being a comfort object because of how constant/present it is. It’s a nice weight, and it probably doubles as a stim toy tbh because the spiky bits can get rubbed between fingers. 

-Geralt having very set Internal Rules/demonstrating black and white thinking. He’s very firm about these sorts of things in the games, things along the lines of not killing dragons/intelligent beasts etc, etc. But also his views on neutrality/not taking part/wanting to be removed from what’s happening (these do change slightly, but it takes a damn long time) 

-I can make an argument for Geralt being change resistant/struggling to adapt without too much trouble. He does the same thing day in day out and has done for years, and doesn’t seem in any great hurry to stop doing that. 

-Literally every speech Geralt makes to the hansa is just...Geralt. Child. Ur trying. But lead by action, okay? 

I could go on but...that’ll do for now. (also this took 16 years to answer and I apologise for that I hope your intrigue didn’t die in the intervening time D:) 

[keplerswhiskeyfeelinghand-blog]

Fic I’ve writing

Hi, my name is Communications Officer Dog Eiffel, that may seem like a mouth full so u can just call me Dog. I am sitting in da communications room of da U.S.S Hepatitis Station. Welcome to day 69 (AN: LOL!~) of da our orbit around Shiba Inu 359. Todays weather report is hot and steamy; were being boarded buying a sexy, funny, profusley sweaty egg of a man if you know what i mean ;), in a cosmic sense? Right now, commander minkovsky is ultimately shook af to the max because the egg of a man is crying profusly while runnibg through the station buck ass naked; showing the full monty; the whole burrito that was left in thE FREAKING MICROWAVE. (AN: that was ONE TIME btw).

Da hole crew is wierd up here; we have zombie former leader, leader obssesed with plant, and crazy doctor roboto.

    Some times its weird here, i don’t see crazy doctor roboto for days and then he runs out of the room with a glass of screwdrivers and i don’t even like organe juice. It was about that time that i realized I was myself, but naked.

“Official Eifel, why are u naked?”

“Uhh,” Said i.

“Officer Eiffel, I ask you again! Why are you naked?”

I turn around and see the one anf only Is A Baller wearing an sick ass suit of armor with like poinson spikes.

“Office Eifel, why are you naked?”

“What, like in a cosmic sense?”

“No, I mean why are you --”

Suddenly there was a nose, like the sound of a very loud someone knocking on the door.

    “What that?”

    “I Don’t know!!111!”

Than the door was kickeded and it fell to the ground, which is wired because gravy.

    “WHAT…… THE FUK ARE…… YOU DONGINGING… IN……… HERE???”{{ screamed kermit loudly

    “Kerpler!11! Cortana, shut down the station!” i yelled, nakedly.

    “I’m so-orry, i didn’t qhuite her-a that--” Cortana said glitchily

    “Eifel… do u thnk dat would work?”

    “I have no clue what’s going on” Hilbert Said

    “Eifel… do you honestly thing that i didn’t unplug the microphone before entering this room?

    “You didn’t really enter the room -- you broke down the door” Hilbert.

    SMACK. Hilbert fall dow, scarf red blood running down his face.

    “Did I as,,,,,k 4 ur,,,,,, opinion,,,,, nerd?” - Kerpler, “Offer Eifel,,,,, Im needing u in my officer.”

    “Time is an illusion you fuck” said Hilbert, “This is the wrong universe.”

    “I SAID,,,,, SUT,,,,, UP NERD!” Kepkep yelled

    More blood pooring onto Hiblerts shirt and face.

    “Ocelot Eifer, cum to my ofifce now!”

    “But kerpler, i dutn think thats a good idea. I gut lick no cloths on.”

    “How and is that a problem?”

    “Safe Search is enabled; to continue this conversation please disable safe search”

    “SHUT UP CORTANA!11”  - everyone simultaneously shit themselves as noise came back.

    “Wut is that?!” Dog scream

    “That… is the… sound of your…,, pleasure”

[imgoldielikehawn]

The winning fic is....

Just A Dancer Part 9

Word count/ 2,100

Rated M

ENJOY

JAIS POV

  In the coming weeks there were several things that I was goin to learn about Cora. Fa one; she is a force to be reckoned with and fa two this woman would be the mum of my kids. If we weren’t rooting like rabbits we were fightin like dogs and the root after the fights were even betta.  Fucks sake every time she opened er mouth there was a part of me that was dyin to hear every word she said and the other part wanted to see her perfect mouth on my well…. ya get the point.  I was sittin at the bar readin the newspaper when she came walking out of the bedroom in one of my shirts and nothing else.

“Damnit woman do you ya want me to attack you before breakfast, walkin around like that.” I peered over my newspaper as she walked to the coffee pot.

“I’m sorry; does my lack of clothing distract you from your morning paper?” She grinned over the top of her mug.

“Everything about ya distracts me Sheila.” I was feeling my shorts becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.

  “Well I wouldn’t want you distracted Jai. Speaking of shouldn’t you be halfway out of the house by now?” She leaned against the counter taking another sip of coffee.

“Yeah well Mila n me already went on our morning jog and I got that meeting at 12 so I’ll leave in an hour or so.”  I watched her walk over to me and spin the barstool around. She placed her hands on my shoulders an pulled herself up into my lap. I obediently wrapped my arms around her waist and my hands spread over her perfect ass.

“Well alright, we start back at rehearsal today so I guess I’ll see you later tonight?”  She leaned forward and kissed my lips.

It was never just a kiss with her; it couldn’t be, not with me around. I kissed her back and before she could say no I brought my hand around from her backside to where her legs were wide open for me.  I smirked at her small sharp intake of breath when my fingers brushed over her clit.

  “Ya wanna give me a proper send off.” My deep voice sent a shudder through her that even I could feel.

  “You know if we keep on like this, were going to have a baby.” she said against my chest. I was still stroking her clit making her fidget.

“Oh we’re gonna have Sprogs, maybe sooner than ya think but fa now I need ta get more practice.” I moved my hands under her Thighs and carried her off into our bedroom.

        CORAS POV

  After Jai left for his meeting I realized that more than anything I needed a shower. When I stepped out I could hear Mila barking loudly. I hate it when she barks because it’s so loud and she’d been trained to only bark in an emergency or when she couldn’t get my immediate attention. Wrapping a towel around myself I opened the bathroom door and saw why she was making such a fuss.

Standing in the door way was Mecki. A thousand things went through my brain in that moment.  What the fuck was she doing here? Why did she still have a fucking key? Did I really have to be standing in a towel right now? Irony has no self-respect I swear! 

We both looked at each other with disdain and annoyance and I finally broke the silence.

“What are you doing here Mecki?” I said in a tired tone.

“I should be asking you that!” she snapped back.

“Now look here, I don’t know what happened with you and Jai because its none of my business; but you damn sure aren’t going to storm up in here like you own the place and question me, whose name is on the lease, why am I here.” I Frowned and crossed my arms.  “You can talk to me like a woman or you can get the hell out.” I watched her eyes widen as I scolded her.

“Listen bitch, there was a me before there was ever a you and damnit I deserve an explanation as to why he chose… he chose... YOU! OVER ME!” She screamed.

I was a perfect lady until she called me a bitch. “Excuse me, but I could have sworn I heard you call me out of my divine and fabulous name, Ya two-bit hooker. Now you have two seconds before I beat your ass and show you just how much of a bitch I can be darling.” As I bristled so did Mila beside me sensing my anger.

Mila squared off with Mecki in front of me and I watched the fear creep into Meckis eyes.

“She’s 105 Pounds Mecki, so unless you want to be mauled to death I suggest you take your shit and go.”  I said as Mila started to growl.

“This isn’t over.” She cut her eyes and backed out of the front door.

I laughed and said. “It was over when I moved in trick!”

      JAIS POV

  When I got home from my meeting the house was really quiet which is not normal.  I knew Cora had practice but it was almost nine at night, she should have been back already.  No matter, I undid my tie and popped the first three buttons on my shirt while I continued to walk through the dark apartment. I stopped in the kitchen and opened up the fridge...

“Hello Jai...” a voice said in the dark making me jump and curse.

“Damnit Woman! Why the fuck are you sitting in the night like this! Scared me half to death!” I flicked on the light and saw Cora standing behind me leaning against the counter frowning.

“Mecki payed me a visit today, in our home… using her key Jai.” Her chocolate eyes were like daggers.

“What the fuck! She’s fucking mad! What did she say?” I raised my voice.

“Be a gentleman and ask her why don’t you.” She looked at the floor and scoffed.

“Wadya mean by that Cora?” I could sense the situation had changed and I needed to proceed with caution.

“She had her own key Jai; she just barged right in like she didn’t know I live here with you!” Her eyes flicked to mine and her jaw was taught, she was angry and hurt. I didn’t say anything and the room grew cold and silent.

“She doesn’t know about me does she?” her long lashes brushed her cheeks.

“No.” I hung my head and there was a reason for it to, I want really ready to have this conversation with Cora and I felt trapped.

“Why, why doesn’t she know about me?  It’s no wonder she looked so shocked to see Mila at the door!” Her voice was pained and I could feel my chest tighten and fill with guilt.

“I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet...” I said weakly.

“Why would it matter if she knew or not, she’s not in your life any more right Jai? Right?”  Her Small shoulders rose and fell.

“Cor, please...” I trailed off.

“No, I’ve had enough. Your lies won’t impress me! I am out of here. I’m not some dirty little secret to be kept hidden while you have your cake and eat it too!” She tunred from me and headed towards the bedroom.

“Damit Cora Don’t! Let me explain myself!” I stood stalk still by the fridge as she fluttered round gatherin her stuff. I wanted to grab her and make her listen but what could I say? This looked bad from every angle. Best for me to let her leave an hope she’d answer her phone later.

    CORAS POV

I felt like a fucking tornado as I ran back and forth around Jais and mine apartment. I was too angry to sit down and hear what was actually going on with him and Mecki. When I piled everything by the door I turned around to find Jai staring at me almost in desperation. I lifted my index finger and motioned for him to come to me. 

“I don’t know what is going on with you two but I want it over, or I won’t come back  god damnit I am fucking excellent and what I do and what I bring to the table and I will not share. Not with anyone for anyone.” He towered over me and I could see his eyes fill with yearning. His strong hands gripped my waist and he walked me backwards against the apartment door.

“I wan ya. I don’t wan her.” His voice was low and inviting.

“Show me.” I whispered against his lips.

His large hand spread against the door in the space above my head. I looked up into his lust blown blue eyes and his lips found mine with ease, the moments between us languid and arousing. I hissed when his knee separated my legs and he pulled my arms over my head. Our sensual grind sent my body into overdrive with only the sound of our breath in the sexual tension filled air. This man knew my body so well it shocked me. The power he had over me was so much more than I was used to and when I was pulled up into his embrace against the door all my willpower faded.  His strong shoulders felt like they were made for my hands; I wrapped my legs around his solid torso.  If it’s possible to come completely undone from a kiss and a well-placed grind then that’s exactly what was happening.

When we reached the bedroom Jai Placed me on the bed and loomed over me casting a shadow in the soft lamplight. Each kiss he planted on my coco skin left me wanting more and desperate. He stopped just above my hips and ran his tongue beneath my panty line. I bucked my hips at the warm trail his tongue left.  “You taste so good Sheila now I wanna taste ya drippin cunt too.” He said pulling my sweats down. I sat up and watched him kiss me through my black lace panties. Jai pulled them to the side and kissed my sensitive bud again. My back arched as his tongue delved into my aching folds and I began to roll my hips in motion with his tongue strokes. 

“Don’t Stop” I whimpered and he started to suck firmly on my clit.

“I wan ya to cum fa me.” His voice added to the sensation as he worked me over the edge.

Jai slipped in one finger and my walls gripped him in welcome and when he added a second one I closed my eyes as his tongue flicked my clit and his fingers brushed my spot over and over again until I was a writhing mess above him. I could feel the damp space beneath me spread as I came on Jais hand and mouth. He wasted no time replacing his fingers with his throbbing cock. Being filled by him so suddenly made me gasp but when I tried to sit up he forced me back down placing his hand against my throat. His motions were steady and slow, making me feel tortured.

“Faster Please” I pleaded.

“Oh Sheila, I love it when you beg. ya wan me ta fuck ya?” He chuckled continuing his pace.

“Yes”   I whined watching his torso glisten with a thin layer of sweat.

“Yes wut?”  Jai asked, picking up my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Please” 

His pace picked up immediately and so did my desire. He slammed into me over and over again showing no mercy. I was halfway between crying for him to stop and screaming for him to go harder when my legs went over his shoulders and his fingers were on my clit. Sex with jai was never a bore that’s for sure and when I came again he came with me; His warm cum filling my pussy along with his cock, his shuddering figure a magnificent sight. He pulled out and flopped on the bed beside me face down. I used the opportunity to gather my sweats and panties and tip toed out of the bedroom while his soft snores filled the air. My Mind hadn’t changed even with amazing makeup sex.  A woman like me wasn’t made to share, it was either her or me and only Jai could make that choice….

[tweakerwolf]

Lawrence Endings 1 + 4

Plant man, your time has come!! A couple of easy endings to start off with, to get the hang of Law and his peculiarities! 

Bar:

You head to the bar, it’s quiet…  but with a name like Jackalope, you really can’t tell what kind of clientele there’d be. -Order some drinks-, might as well kick back while you’re here! The quietness and dim lighting are actually pretty soothing, it isn’t long before you end up dozing off. You wake up sometime later and realize that the bar is pretty much empty! There’s one other guy sitting in one of the corners, so you decide to talk to him… apparently you don’t have a phone, or it died, or a watch… so hopefully he knows what time it is. You seem to startle him but he tells you that’s it going on 2 in the morning. Tell him “Thanks! I really lost track of time” which he smiles awkwardly at… he mumbles that he can relate and that he should go to, but he’s waiting for a friend. Then, like a demon being summoned, someone else walks up! He seems surprised to see you but introduces himself. Belatedly you realize you should do the same and then… more awkwardness. -Say nothing- because if they aren’t sure what to say, you sure as hell don’t either. Then Ren decides that you all should have one last round! The pair hurry off and leave you standing there but eventually come back with some drinks. -Refuse the drink- and they both seem put off by that. It’s not like you trust them, why drink it when you have no idea what they did to it! Neither of them touched their drinks either so like, whatever... Ren starts to look worried and then just peaces out, which Lawrence doesn’t seem to like. He quickly follows the shorter guy outside. Whatever, it’s time for you to head home too! You head out, the other two are nowhere to be seen. But after you take just a few steps, Lawrence taps you on the shoulder. He’s in a mood… he mumbles something about Ren that you really don’t understand. -Ignore him- because he’s starting you freak you out... Lawrence just mumbles about Ren being different, reply with “Relax man. You can always hang out with him later”. It’s time for you to head home too. You see the signs of Lawrence getting mad, -dodge- the punch and run! Duck into the alley on your -right- and try to hide. It doesn’t work, Lawrence is right behind you and he slams your head into the wall, knocking you out.

Apartment:

You come to your senses sometime later; you’re smart, you do your best to stay still since you can’t fully recall what happened earlier. You notice a smell… something that you can’t quite put your finger on… you try and figure is out and then you notice sounds, someone mumbling to themselves. You open your eyes and see Lawrence with his back to you, saying something about ‘it’ll be easy.’ Call out “where am I!?” because you have clearly been kidnapped and you are going to demand answers! He spins around, startled; you look around a little bit more and see a bunch of plants and a wall of windows. You also try to move and realize that you’ve been taped to a chair. Lawrence tells you to calm down (ha, fat chance), he says he can explain. This is when you get the feeling that Lawrence is a bit unstable (sanity meter revealed, approx 50% full). -Scream for help- like, someone will surely hear you! (sanity drops, only about 1/3 full now) Lawrence hurries and covers your mouth (broken heart), telling you to shhh! He needs you to be quiet, obviously!

Ending 1:

-Scream again- because fuck no you aren’t going to do what he says! You refuse to just be a passive victim! (sanity meter drops to zero but doesn’t trigger the wrong ending) He immediately covers your mouth with one and and wraps the other around your neck. He starts to choke you and your visions fades in and out (momentary scene fade). Again, he mumbles about you needing to be quiet as he squeezes harder (momentary screen fade). You wish that he’ll let go so you can breathe... but he doesn’t. Died- Lawrence made you quiet.

-Nod and stay quiet- since... he is unstable, you really shouldn’t chance it! He confesses that things got a little out of hand. He’d been talking to Ren for a couple of weeks (via the internet) and he was meeting him in person finally. He was nervous about it... He brings up the fact that Ren left after you showed up before just trailing off. Now you’re in his apartment... (he’s leaving a few things out, like how he tried to punch you and ended up knocking you out and DRAGGED you to his apartment!) Law says he couldn’t just leave you in the alley! Then he starts a pity-party rant about how he should just never leave or make friends because it isn’t worth it- all he gets are problems. Tell him that “I don’t have to be a problem!” like for reals, let’s not be hasty here guy... He seems thoroughly surprised by that so you continue, saying that you could be his friend, maybe, possibly. Lawrence doesn’t think it’s a good idea, you need to convince him. Tell him “just give me a chance” which he really doesn’t seem to like. He wants to know how many chances you deserve! He’s tried a hundred times, a thousand! (but... that wasn’t your fault... like you only just got here... that’s not fair, you didn’t use up all those hundreds of chances!). He’s getting worked up as he thinks about how it’s always fine at first but then he does something to mess it up and it’s all going to hell! So it won’t be long before it goes the same way with you (sanity drops a bit as he rants). You try to reassure him, saying that you’re not like the others, which he completely disbelieves; he slams his hands down on your legs, a very serious look on his face. He wants you to prove it! 

Ending 4: (long description since he rambles a bit here)

Say “I’ll do anything you want!” like, just say the word Law, we really don’t wanna die here... Law stares at you, judging your words and his hands tighten on your legs. He just can’t seem to comprehend that he can say something and you’ll try to do it. Eventually you tell him that he’s hurting you, he has a killer grip (ha! puns...); he lets go and stands up, still not saying much. You really aren’t sure what’s going on so you call out his name and suddenly he’s grabbing his head yelling out that he doesn’t know what he wants! (sanity hits zero) Then he’s looking at you again, just looking... and then he starts chuckling. It’s making you uncomfortable, how he just shifted dispositions so suddenly. He continues to stare at you and you shrink away, which he notices. He knows you’re scared; the way he’s staring at you is just... ugh. He steps closer, talking about death, how you probably don’t want to die but the truth is, everything dies (except maybe him...). It’s not like you’ve seen the river! Hell, Law has seen the river and admits that he’s still scared, just like you. Then he says that you have reasons to be terrified, there are monsters after all. Apparently he dreams about dying, so he stays awake at night- he sees things in the dark, things to be afraid of! He touches you, which isn’t reassuring at all, and claims that you’re sweet and bright- he probably picked you too early (wut??) but eh, that’s how life goes sometimes. (seriously Lawrence, I’m not a plant...) He freaks you out more by asking what’s underneath... O.O let’s not find out.... You ask him to stop and that’s when he says that he was going to ‘kill you nicely’ like they do with livestock (so... he was planning on just killing you this whole time anyways...great), but he isn’t really a hunter and it’s not like anyone can stop him. He doesn’t want to kill you the right way, he wants to peel away your layers! Man, Law has some real issues... he totally wants to just take you apart and spread you out on the floor!! Watch you slowly die... Before you can say anything, he shoves some cloth in your mouth and then tapes your mouth shut. He grabs a knife (Wow Gato, you did some great work on making Law look absolutely out-of-his-mind crazy!) and slowly cuts into your skin. Tiny cuts, over and over again; he slowly peels away your skin and you’re in agony (artwork changes to add some blood on the knife and his face but not copious amounts of it). Slowly, you start to lose energy as he continues to cut you, you can’t even scream anymore. Lawrence seems to be enjoying it though, he’s humming! Eventually you lose too much blood and pass out. Died- Lawrence stopped holding back

[theisbifamilyisbi]

TIFI Chapter 1.3 More Than One

In this chapter, Issy and Abraham are ready for Generation 2 to start and they get more than what they bargained for.

Lets start with updates on the towns people, the funny ones at least. Also, my game was glitching so I couldn’t get out of full screen to take pictures so we actually missed Yumi and Christopher Steel getting married and a TON of babies being born and conceived. 

This is a good opening to the chapter. Ironically, less than two sim hours later this happened. Christopher Steel got with a pretty lady with bright orange hair named Fortuna. They got married and had a kid. He moved on FAST.

Made to be. 

They actually are on their second kid as of this update, this was the first. I thought it was funny.

Issy: “This crib... it speaks to me.”

I think it’s telling you about your future, Issy.

ISSY IS CLEANING ON HER OWN? WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?

Issy: “This could attract evil things, voice.”

Issy tries to clean for once but realizes the trash can is not on her side.

Issy: “Sparkly sparkly! I forgot you were here!”

This is when Abraham might have realized he made a mistake.

Issy: “NEEEEIGH RIDE ME LIKE A-”

That’s one way to shut her up, Abraham. This was cute. He decided to kiss her all of a sudden. 

I love him. He cleans everything. 

Abraham: “Look at who I live with. I NEED to clean or else it won’t be done!”

Working on that fitness skill. Nice. You don’t know you’re pregnant yet.

Issy: “Wut.”

Issy: “I feel a disturbance in the force. I must puke.”

Abraham: “Nrgh cake.”

Abraham, there are two perfectly good pancake chairs that I put for reading purposes. Why are you blocking your wife from puking?

Issy: “BLEGH”

I don’t know what to say about why she’s thinking about a bicycle. 

Abraham: “Look at my beautiful, half-naked wife.” *swoon*

Issy: “I need to PEE. Out of my way!”

Abraham, there is a single bathroom in this house. GTFO.

Issy wanted to pillow fight with him. I don’t think I would want to pillow fight someone who makes that expression. She reminds me of Gollum.

There’s a slight resemblance. Oh gosh, what about the kids? WILL THEY LOOK LIKE GOLLUM?

Look she’s officially pregnant! Woohoo! In the background is her newest trash painting. 

Sometimes I wonder why Abraham married her. Then I remember: I stalked him until he would. 

I LIKE JUST PAID BILLS AGAIN WOMAN. LEAVE.

Don’t you fucking dare. They just cleaned that up.

Coon: “I dared, biatch.”

I hate you. Even if you make cute noises while creating a mess that is never cleaned up.

This awkward angle is to show that he’s reading one of the pregnancy books on his own. He actually fulfilled Issy’s wish to have the father read one! Good job, Abraham.

This is Issy’s finished painting with Satan staring down from the sky. It sold for 12 simoleans. 

Correct me if I’m wrong but that doesn’t look like something a pregnant woman should be doing.

Issy: “I’m getting FAT, VOICE!”

No, you’re getting pregnant!

So I bought Abraham a chess set because I put him in the medical career branch. He used it only once so far, which was here after I had just put it down.

Here’s Abraham going to work for the first time. Yay.

This was her next piece, and it sold for 32 simoleans, I think. Something in the 30s. 

Then, she popped. 

Meet Kitkat Isbi, born with the Absent-Minded trait and the Disciplined trait.

This is Pocky Isbi, she was born with Loves the Outdoors and Grumpy.

And last, Reeses! He filled Issy’s wish for a boy. He was born Perceptive and Eccentric.

Yes, triplets! I aged them up immediately because they had the boot things glitching and I can’t stand that. I think I saw a mod to prevent this. I’m gonna go look at that.

Reeses: “Screw this family, I’m out.”

Silly Reeses, I don’t know where you’re going but you can’t eScApE. 

That’s actually where the toddlers go when they want to use a toy another toddler is using. Stupid glitchiness. 

So it turns out, Pocky is a witch! I forgot Abraham was one and this surprised me. She’s the only witch of the triplets. 

Good environment for the kids.

Issy: “Stupid sink, WE DON’T NEED YOU!”

Issy chose to eat here instead of the table because it was covered in garbage.

This defines the chaos that became this household. 

Abraham: *shock*

He was at work when she gave birth so he’s just now coming home to kids. Three of them. 

Abraham: “I’m concerned. All the time.”

Issy: “Waffles! Omnomnom.”

KitKat (Or Pocky, I think KitKat): “MOVE!”

Issy: *Is aggressively wishing to teach her kids things*

This is my favorite. Look at her face. She’s so shocked.

Abraham is taking an active roll in his children’s lives. 

So, Issy rolled the wish for another kid and I obliged. However I never got the pregnancy event where she stops and is like “woo pregnant”. So I had to come to realize she was wearing clothes I did not set for her.

I would like to point out there is no Pregnant moodlet. I am concerned.

Issy: “I still waddle.” >.<

Chaos. Pee everywhere. Reeses is in the kiddy table. Also, I am hardcore trying to skill these kids. Issy keeps wishing to skill them and I am ready. Her energy didn’t pass 1/3 full for most of the triplet’s toddler days.  

So outside at the waterfall park area and I see Dustin and Illiana staring intensely at each other with Dustin in a towel. ??? Issy had been stir crazy so I sent her over there to harvest the plants. 

Toddlers are screaming. Abraham’s solution to everything is to put them in a crib. 

Pocky: “I”M HUNNY NO SLEEPY!”

So I was really concerned at this point that she was just going to be pregnant forever. Also, she almost had to go to work because she didn’t get the maternity leave since she was never technically pregnant!

She went into labor shortly after that last screenshot.

This shot was to emphasize they’re poor and in chaos and really don’t need another kid.

Oh no.

Oh GOD.

THE BOOTS. THE CURSE.

ISSY YOU PUT KIDS DOWN BEFORE I FORCE THEM TO AGE UP.

This caused a series of events where I had to reset that child three times because she was invisible and teleported. It was a nightmare I thought I wasn’t getting her back. 

Meet Skittles! She was the glitchy baby. Her traits are Slob and Easily Impressed. I THINK she’s a witch.

But of course there’s not just a single baby! This is Mochi, her traits are Loner and Loves the Outdoors. 

I did such a bad job with making Issy happy during that pregnancy I didn’t even get to randomize their traits.

GO AWAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

Coon: “NEVER”

Abraham: “I am incredibly tired and now have five screaming toddlers.”

You guys need some serious help.

OH MY GOD YOU DON’T NEED ANOTHER. 

I might have to practice with the Nraas portrait mod that allows more than 8 sims per house. Sigh. I didn’t get it to work last time so I’ll try it in a practice save.

Points:

Births: (5) +25

Total Points: 25

Woohoo! No fails yet!

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