#she’s a little confused but she’s got the spirit

[merlucide]

HEATHER?!

Oh quite the little songbird you are! You are aways humming a tune, either one you made up yourself or whatever catchy jingle played on the radio. Kaiser loves your singing, truly it’s one of his most favorite things.He especially loves when you burst into your made-up songs out of nowhere, the spontaneity always drawing a soft, sappy smile from him (not that you’d ever see it) Though this time, it can’t help but confuse and stress him entirely.

notes: I rlly loved this prompt I cannot lie hehe >< [Requested] <- read for more context

pairings: Kaiser x GN!Reader [crack, fluff]

wc: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, slight ooc?, cheesiness (who gaf)

You were cleaning the counters with your back facing towards Kaiser, who was asleep on the leather plush couch. He was originally watching some some documentary, probably about halfway through by now. He gently woke up to the lovely sound of your singing. He hadn’t heard this song before, so he assumed you wrote it—after all you were quite creative with lyrics Kaiser remembers. The tune of course sounded heavenly from your divine voice, but rather than your sacred tone causing him to pause, it was the lyrics. 

“I still remember, 3rd of December, me in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than it did you.”

December 3rd? Kaiser paused, thinking back.  You and him ordered takeout and watched some shitty Christmas movie you insisted he HAD to watch, trying to get him into ‘The Christmas Spirit’. He didn’t remember lending you his sweater, though he could easily imagine you making that up. What he did remember was telling you just how good you looked when you wore his clothes.

“Only if you knew, how much I liked you, but I watch your eyes as she walks by”

Kaiser blinked, who?

Was this song about him? Who else could it possibly be about? Were you speaking in the third person? Kaiser’s mind was still foggy from just waking up, but confusion crept in as he tried to figure out what your song really meant. He had no interest in any other women, and when they tried to get his attention, he shot them down without a second thought—his cruelty in that department was practically legendary.

Empathy? Yeah, that wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

His gaze only falls upon you and you alone…Are you doubting that?

“Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty..”

Now this got Kaiser up.

You’re scrubbing away at some crusted pink filling on the counter, headphones in and jamming out to your tunes. You had tried your hand at making raspberry macarons a few hours earlier, just for fun—though they hadn’t exactly turned out as expected..

Completely unaware of the man hovering behind you, you continued scrubbing the counter, blissfully focused on cleaning.

You aggressively rub against the hard surface, putting more pressure into your palms.

You turned your head slightly to the left, only to get absolutely jumpscared at the sight of Kaiser standing directly behind you.

You shriek, stumbling around and slam your hand on the edge of the counter, other hand clutching the scrub daddy tightly close to your chest.

“MICHAEL!” you screech, throwing the sponge at him in a startled fury.

“What the hell?! Dude, don’t just ominously stand behind people! Jerk!”You sneer, putting your AirPods back into their case.

Kaiser rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You knew I was there, don’t be over dramatic,” “What— ‘Over dramatic?’—Have you met yourself!?—“ “What did you mean by that,” He interrupts, eyes pointed questioning down at you.

You snort, “Oh I’ll tell you exactly what I meant, you literally are the most dramatic person I have ever—“

“Not that, what you were singing or whatever,” Kaiser interrupts, again, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he leans closer, arms crossed like he’s interrogating you. “Who are you talking about.”

“..Huh..? No one?” Your face scrunches in confusion for a split second before subtle realization hits “..Heather??” You say, more as a question.

“And who is Heather?“ Kaiser’s tone is sharp, his accent making the name sound even more accusing. His eyes narrow as he looms over you, arms crossed like you owe him a detailed explanation.

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “No- no one?? Mihya it’s a song,” You blink at him. Is he serious? You try not to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but it’s hard when Kaiser, Michael freaking Kaiser, looks genuinely invested—like he’s unraveling some grand conspiracy. 

He didn’t look convinced. “You sure?” He asks unimpressed.

Why is he even taking this so personally? you wonder, side-eyeing him as he stands there, arms crossed, waiting for an answer like a prosecutor grilling a witness. Does he not realize how ridiculous he sounds right now?

Then, it clicks.

“Wait, hold on,” You question, a snicker escapes your throat, which Kaiser raises his brow to you. “You thought—You thought I was singing about you?” you laugh in disbelief, doubling over as the realization hits you.

Kaiser stiffens, the faintest hint of red dusting his cheeks. He scoffs, looking off to the side as if the wall suddenly became the most fascinating thing in the room. “I didn’t think anything,” he mutters defensively, his arms crossing tighter over his chest.

Your laughter only grows louder, and you clutch your stomach, trying to catch your breath. “Oh my gosh, you did! You actually thought I was singing about you! That’s why you’re so worked up!”

His jaw clenches, and he glares at you with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “I was just… verifying,” he huffs, his reaction so uncharacteristically flustered that it makes you laugh even harder.

You wonder just how far his ego can stretch. He probably thinks every sad love song is about him. Heaven forbid anyone in this world not be infatuated with Michael Kaiser. Including Conan Gray.

“Verifying?” you repeat, wiping a tear from your eye. “Mihya, you were practically interrogating me! Over a song!”

He clicks his tongue, and leans down to your level. “Well, excuse me, the way you were singing made it sound personal.” he shoots back, his voice sharp but his face still tinged with pink. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t about me?”

You snicker, shaking your head. “Michael Kaiser, you’re so full of yourself it’s honestly impressive.“

Kaiser scoffs, his posture straightening as he adjusts his arms, trying to look unaffected. But there’s a faint, almost imperceptible shift in his expression—an acknowledgment that, maybe, you’re onto something.

You step closer, your grin only growing wider. “Awwww, Mihyaaa, did I mess with your head? Naaawww, I’m sorry—” you coo, leaning into his space dramatically, batting your eyelashes in mock sympathy.

Kaiser rolls his eyes, scoffing as he leans back against the counter, clearly unimpressed. “Pfft. You’d have to try harder than that.”

“Oh, really?” you tease, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Because it kinda looked like you were panicking over a fake love triangle just now.”

He clicks his tongue, standing upright and towering over you slightly, his smirk sharp and confident again. “Please.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s out of cards decked up his sleeve yet refuses to admit defeat. His ego would never allow it.

“Mm, maybe I should write a sad love song about you. Would that cheer you up?” you tease, a soft giggle escaping as you lean against the counter.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he retorts, though his tone lacks the usual bite.

You tilt your head, grinning now. “I looooovee you and I know you looooovee me Mihya~,” you say, sing-song, watching the way his jaw tightens ever so slightly.

“I don’t love anyone,” he fires back smoothly, but the corner of his mouth betrays him, quirking up just enough to give him away.

You snort, “Oh, it’s like a dagger to the heart, really,” you say, feigning offense as you pull away from the close distance, one hand dramatically clutching your chest. Before you can retreat further, Kaiser’s hand catches your wrist and pulls you back effortlessly, bringing you closer than before. The motion is so sudden that you nearly stumble into him, and his smirk is practically dripping with amusement.

“So, when’s that sad unrequited love song about me coming out? Hm? I’m curious to hear how it ends.” Kaiser slyly quips.

“If I’m writing a song about you, it’s going to be about how insufferable you are.”

“Looking forward to hearing it, liebe.”

You press a quick kiss onto his expecting lips, and swat at him lightly. “Now get out of my kitchen or make yourself useful.”

“You realize this is my apartment, no?” Kaiser asks.

“I’m not sure what that has to do with my kitchen.”

sorry this is all I gots for valentines >< …

Made February 14th 2025

[violetsunburn]

The ghost war pr2

The first figure to be visible is a female, definitely the king's sister. The princess had sliver and black armor with snow white hair that was braided. Her eyes were a pricing Lazarus green, with a few star freckles.

Batman out of the corner of his eye caught the surprised look on Cass's face. Odd.

The next figure to appear looks about 6,5 and is fully plated in black armor. He has purple hair that looked like it was on fire, flowing down to his ankles. His green eyes shot around the room and then to the princess before he nodded.

Next was the Spectre, his eyes glowed a sickly green and a strong glance. His green hood and cape seemed to be defying gravity as it flowed in the non-existent air. His pale white skin seemed to glow as he looked to the spirit of Halloween.

The next one was... Jason Batman, red Robin, Nightwing, Spoiler, and Signal go cold but Orphan seemed to just smile. Jason was wearing modern armor similar to the princess's but it was red and black, instead of silver and black. His eyes glowed a bright Lazarus green and held Soul Shredder which took the from of a hand gun on his waist. Jason gaze flew around the room and stopped at Orphan and he smiled.

Before Batman could speak the king appeared. He had the same cold, Lazarus green eyes as his sister and Jason. He was wearing a black and white suit. He wore a cape that looked like a gateway to the infinite realms, that Batman couldn't look at it for to long. A crown made of ice floated above his head, and his white hair defying gravity. He gave off a terrifying feeling that made every Justice Leaguer stop for a second.

They stand there in silence for a minute, no one willing to make a move. This meeting could be the difference between war and peace, life and death.

Wonder woman stepped forward she kept a smile but anyone could tell it was forced. "Welcome your Majesty" she gave a respectful bow, but the king just laughed.

"No need to be formal, Diana of Themyscira, we are meeting as equals. Please, just call me Danny." He said as he bowed himself. At least he's respectful Diana though as she smiled.

Nightwing tried to call out to Red hood but Danny or the king, cut him off as he waved to his knights amd smiled. "These are my fright knights, Jazz phantom, the spirit of Freedom". The woman saluted while smiling "Spectre, the Spirit of Retribution, the Fright Knights. Trust me it gets confusing just call them Sir Wren Hallow, they are the spirit of Halloween, last Jason Todd the spirit of Sanctuary."

That name set the rest of the Justice League members remembered that name. Nightwing spoke up just above a whisper "little wing? What are you doing with- well the Ghost King?"

Jason sighed and Danny nudged his shoulder against his. The two seemed to speak without words before Jason started. "I'll give a quick explanation since this is irrelevant to the meeting. When I died I met this idiot" he pointed to Danny, and John Constantine looked like he was going to explode."long story short I started to serve him as the red knight. Then I got turned into a halfa, half ghost half human, when my bullshit with the pit happened I came back but not fully. I went crazy due to corrupt ectoplasma, which is just another name for the pit". Jason took a breath his gaze softer just a bit. "Then Danny fixed me and I started serving him in the human realm."

The bats had a million questions, but Jason shut them up and simply said. "We have more important things to talk about" which was true but Red Robin couldn't help but worry about his brother. Though from what Tim had seen in his brother's actions, he was happy. He was relaxed as he sat down beside Danny, he and Jazz saluted at Sir Wren and Spectre, when they went to go stand by the door because there wasn't enough chairs. (Seriously B, you just had to demand all your kids to be at a war meeting!)  Overall he looked better then he had ever.

"Let's start with this" Jazz spoke up "Danny's people, are being hunted for sport. People have found a way to hurt and in worst cases break a ghost core which is basically a ghost heart. We can't do anything because these people have passed a law to protect themselves." As Jazz explained, the leaguers are shocked, some of the leaguers knew the law in and out how could this go unseen.

Danny, who for being so powerful looks uneasy, said, "They go by GIW, or guys in white, and there are hundreds of members. They are working with corrupt politicians to break any ghost they can get to." The ghost king bit his lip and it looked like he was going to draw blood, but Jason's hand slipped into Danny's under the table. Red Robin could only think of this GIW did to Danny, who looked maybe a year younger than Jason. Hell Danny he looked barely older than Tim, and Danny was supposedly the king of the i

"RR are you good?" Cass said snapping him out of his brain.

Tim rubbed his hand over his neck and responded quietly "I'm fine."

Danny was going to continue but be faltered, like memories were coming back to him. So Jason squeezed Danny's hand and continued for Danny. "We need your help, sure we could go in there and shoot the place up but we need help with the legal side. Technically they are free walking citizens at this moment and under the Eco law they can continue walking free." A few papers appeared in Jazz's hand and she handed the papers over to Batman who put the papers on a hologram.

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Eco Law

Under this law anyone who is a Ghost, halfa or any other creature from the infinite realms. Is required to be taken to the GIW for further evaluation of the situation. The punishment can range from experiments done to the creatures to the breaking of the core of it.

If an infinite realms creature refuses to come with the GIW they are allowed to use any force necessary to take it in. If death or core breaking occurs to the creature during the mission the body is to be experienced on by the GIW.

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Tim could feel the tension in the room rise and him himself felt his blood boiling. This bullshit law allows people to be experimented on for the GIW's fun!? It's like- like- the old meta laws. Tim could feel the dred set in, it was like the old meta laws only for ghosts and halfa's. As Tim's eyes shot to Batman he could only think one thought.

Would B feel the same way about ghosts as meta's?

[goudraws]

what if they were academic rivals.

(More of a funny haha post than a srs one)

[musicismypreferredlanguage]

Teen: what’s going on?

Jen: Rio thinks “homophobic” means “scared of gay people”

Rio, having a face off with Evanora’s ghost: if you don’t get the hell outta here I swear I will KISS this WOMAN on the MOUTH right in front of you!

[annakwashere]

She’s gonna shoot herself directly to the moon

Dad and daughter moment

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: How was your day?

Angel: Good.

Husk: Really?

Angel: Don't make me lie twice.

[abeltownshipslittlebitch]

Sam: Three words. Say them and I’m yours.

Five: Three words.

Sam:

[alycyanight]

A greeting for the holidays- wait a minute…

She’s trying her best, close enough ig

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

[bucklikethedollar]

my mom and i saw jagged little pill tonight and she pointed at someone’s bio in the program that said “she/they” and she goes “so if there’s she and they does that mean they’re binary”. literally couldn’t be more wrong about that actually.

[plusultraetc]

her other contribution was standing in front of my bookshelf for ten minutes looking back and forth between my two Aizawa figures before pointing out that ‘they’re the same person’ as if I might possibly not have known that

I saw a post about how Present Mic’s look was inspired by the 80s punk scene and I just wanted to share that when my Age of Heroes Mic FINALLY arrived I was so excited that I showed him to my mother (a former 80s punk) and she held him up to eye level, examined him for a long moment in critical silence, and announced ‘he looks like people I knew in my youth’

[almond-tofu-chan]

POV my sister trying to convince me to let her do makeup on me:

“I could do like a flag, like whatever your flag is! Lesbia-tra-- neuro…surgeon? POLY- Polysexual, that’s it!!”

[snail-studios]

happy valentine's day🫰💌💕💖💗💞💝💄

[mumblesplash]

mean gills + nosy neighbors = gossip squad

[copperbadge]

Mum, texting out of the blue: What's a Half Torah? Is it a special version of the Torah?

Me: A what?

Mum: We're watching this Netflix show about a Rabbi and one of the people mentions reading a Half Torah. Is it an abridged version?

Me: *lightbulb* ohhhh...a Haftarah.

I'm gonna be laughing about that for a while. Reading a Half Torah. It's when you're really halfassing the weekly portion. Like the opposite of daf yomi, half Torah.

(For non-Jewish readers: the Haftarah is a special reading from religious texts within Jewish canon but outside of the weekly Torah portion -- you have a relatively long bit of Torah that gets read each week and then a shorter reading from elsewhere in the Tanakh that relates to it.)

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

now i so wanna see how many human celebrity groups ax thinks are just one celebrity + ppl in the future's reactions to that lol

Actual conversation I had yesterday:

Me: Franz Ferdinand sings this ["Take Me Out."]

My dad: He does?

Me: They, yeah.

My mom: Their pronouns are they/them?

Me: No, as in it's a band, not a person. One whose members' pronouns I don't know.

Anyway. Now I want Ax to think that Hansen, Blondie, and every other musical group is exactly one genderqueer singer. Bonus points for him assuming "band" is a human gender.