#so i was hearing voices from other ppl in the area

[liloinkoink]

our DL session last night was a lot of fun and incredibly silly but there was a bit in there i am going to be just a little bit haunted by indefinitely and it is this

my mic has been broken since the start of the game. i dunno what it is, but i just cannot access the prox chat mod no matter what i do. we’ve solved this by me sitting physically next to my roommate / soulmate, so i can always hear and participate in her conversations, which works really well when we’re together (and keeps me relatively entertained when i’m doing chores at our base and she’s out and about).

but i can’t talk to or hear other players when she’s not there

our server contained 12 players, half of which were red and half of which were yellow. we were on the red half, and bc my roommate hadn’t got to be red at all when we played last life, the 6 of us were running around starting fires and blowing shit up just because. we bumped into a pair of yellow names and one of us opened fire, though without starting a full fight, especially when a second yellow name pair arrived

we had a bit of a stand off which steadily turned over into being s full fight. my soulmate ran off somewhere out of voice range while i hung back with three of the other red names, out of combat zone. i looked over at the battle and lyf, one of our red names and probably one of the server’s better fighters, is too busy firing on one of the other yellow names to notice they’re being snuck up on. i have a very clear eye on rowen, one of the yellow names, as they’re creeping around the trees to get to lyf’s back just a few feet in front of me—too far to be able to get there in time, but more than close enough to say something

but my mic was broken and my soulmate was too far away, so no one could hear me say a word of warning as rowen burst through the trees to shove lyf down a ravine and to their final death.

[phagodyke]

sometimes I wish I was a more interesting + charismatic person just so I could keep conversations going bc I like sharing space with other ppl but they routinely lose all interest and leave once I run out of things to say/start talking abt things that don't concern them :-(

[v4mp-reads]

hiii! Can u write Jake Webber being absolutely pussy drunk and then reader giving him so much love it makes him emotional because he’s never been loved so much🫶🏻

Sorry about the wait on this one needed to clear something up

Don’t cry my love.

Jake Webber x Fem! Reader. Fluffy smut!

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: sex drunk jake! , vs face sitting! praise, use of pet names, p n v, unprotected sex ( use PROTECTION PPL) slight d/s themes, soft dom!jake

Word count:1.5k

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Y/ns pov

I was laying in mine and Jake's shared bed waiting on him to finish recording, it was probably twelve am and I could still hear him and Johnnie playing around, it didn't bother me much tho. I scrolled through my phone for a while before Jake fell on the bed beside of me “hi y/n i missed you so much while i was recording, i was thinking that we could cuddle and watch a movie for the rest of the night” he rambled on before i cut him off “come on baby lay down”

He climbed in the bed close to me as I laid my head on his chest. While he was trying to find a movie to turn on, I began to trace over his tattooed arms, this must have turned him on because he slowly shifted his bottom half away from me. I didn't pay much mind to it and I thought he was just trying to get comfortable. We laid there, and watched the movie. I shifted closer to him, throwing my leg over his crotch area, causing him to jump a bit. I could feel his arousal against my leg. I thought it would be fun to see how much I could do before he snapped.

About thirty minutes later, I had moved from using my leg to using my hand to palm him through his sleep shorts, he was letting out soft little moans, they only turned me on more. “Mhmm, my love don't tease” he spoke, I turned to look at him his eyes held a mix of lust and love. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything wrong” I said softly, “mhmmm, really now, nothing wrong?” He moved me from beside him so that now I was straddling him “now you know better then to play around with me princess” he ran his hand over the thin material of my sleep shorts. “Mhmm, it seemed like you liked it. '' I slowly started rocking my hips to get some form of friction. This was short lived. “No, I want you to completely understand and lay beside me” his voice was soft, yet stern. Causing the warm all too familiar feeling to flood my stomach. I quickly did what he told me, throwing my clothes off to some other part of the room, then returning to lay on the bed.

He slowly climbed over me, taking off his shirt and pants leaving him in just his gray boxers “mhmm. I missed you” I mumbled out softly feeling his hands run up my legs stopping just before he got where I wanted him “please…Jake..please” I begged, that’s all it seemed to take, his hands worked perfectly on my skin, and I softly used his index finger to run slow soft circles around my cilt, causing me to let out a soft moan as I grabbed on to his hair. “Jake..please..I need more” I moved slowly against his finger “mhmmm, I want you to ride my face baby” I moaned at his words before sitting up for him to lay on the bed “ you know what to do baby, I don’t want any of that hovering okay?” I nodded my head “words baby” I put both my knees beside his head “I understand '' I softly lowered myself onto him, instantly letting out a loud moan. He continued to eat me out, his tongue touching every part of my heat, by this point I had started rocking my hips to increase the praise from him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, my moans were loud, mixed with the grown every now and then from Jake. “I-I’m close..Jake please don’t stop” he brought one finger to my very wet hole, softly pushing it in and out “come on baby, cum for me” he went back to eating me out, within moments I felt the knot in my stomach unraveling, he didn’t stop, he continued “Jake- please! Ah” I went to speak but he just pushed another finger into me now curling them, I softly shifted down from his face, so that I could lay on his chest as he continued to finger me. “Jake..I’m close again..” I moaned against his neck, “are you? Is my pretty little girl about to cum for me? Go ahead pretty girl” and with his permission and praise my legs shook and I reached my orgasm again. “Mhmm thank you…thank you so much my love” I stuttered out

I gave myself a few moments. I looked up at him “mhmm baby, can I ride something else” I asked with a smile. He looked at me with a curious expression “what do you mean darling?” I giggled as i pulled him up to a sitting position “mhmm I just want to make you feel good” I trailed my hand from his neck making sure to run my fingers over his newly pierced nipples causing him to let a soft shaky breath, I place small kisses on his neck, trailing down his body before stopping and coming back to kiss him. As we kissed I worked on getting his final layer of clothing off, his dick quickly hitting his stomach “ooo” I cooed at him before once more running my fingers down his chest. “You're so handsome, I don’t know how I won in life to be with you” I told him softly getting closer to his dick. I ran my finger down each and every vein, teasing his tip every now and again watching as he threw his head back in pleasure “mhmm baby.. you like that?” I asked in a almost fake innocence “dont tease y/n” I giggle softly “oh so you would rather me do this? Hmm” I take his dick into my hand pumping it quickly “a-y/n..” he softly lifted his head to look at me “mhmm”

I lifted my self so that I could align him with myself, I lowered myself on this him. He pushed his hips to mine, causing a loud moan to fall from my mouth “Jake, that’s..that’s not fair” I could barely get my words out “let..let me make you feel good please” I asked while moaning. He was always focused on my pleasure, never his own. “Mhmm okay, okay my love” he muttered out as he relaxed against the bed. I quickly bottomed out on him, softly gridding. His hands quickly found my hips as I showed him with praise. “You look so hot, you feel so good” I told him as I quicked myself feeling my own orgasam come closer “mhmmm, Jake, baby im close” i started to lift my hips higher and come back down. I soon reached my orgasm, tho I continued to ride him trough it “mhmm, baby, you just came, you, you can stop” he let out soft moans and I just continued.

He soon got close to his own release I could tell by the way his dick twitched inside of me “close, y/n baby..I’m close” i only rocked my hips faster “im on my pill baby” is all i had to say, he let out another soft moan before finishing inside of me.

We laid there for a bit before I softly moved off him “I’ll get a towel to clean” he went to get up but I softly pushed him down “I’ll taking care tonight” his eyes softened as he nodded. I slowly got up to get things for us to clean up with. It wasn’t long before I climbed back into bed to my Boyfriend “Hi darling” I looked at him with a soft smile “hi my love” he instantly pulled me into a hug. “Baby I need to clean you up” he only shook his head “aww, baby are you a bit pussy drunk? Is that what it is” he only nodded into my neck. We laid there talking about all kinds of things once he finally let me clean him up.

“I love you Jake, I love you so much you have no idea how perfect you are, how funny, and smart, and caring you are” I told him softly “you really think that?” He turned to look at me, I looked at him with a face of almost shock “of course i do darling, look at you, you are so pretty, you care about everyone, you are so funny, so sweet, and you can do some pretty crazy things with those fingers” I giggled at the last part. I looked at him, his eyes full of tears “are you crying?!” I asked “maybe just a little bit” he said pulling me by my waist closer to him. I placed a small kiss on his lips “don’t cry my love”

This took so long to write and literally sucks

Thank you for reading

Xoxo,v4mp-

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Protective Carmilla x fem blind reader!

“Stay Away From Them”

(Requested by PoosayDestroyer on AO3)

A/n: I hope this isn’t disrespectful towards blind ppl since I’ve never wrote about them before-

Summary: reader is blind, and some perv tries to upskirt her, and Carmilla is there to protect the reader

Noises, noises, noises. That’s it. The only thing you could ‘observe’ was noise. Reason for it? Your blind. You’ve been blind ever since you entered hell. The sinners in hell are based off of their insecurities, their deaths, and things they hate. You? You were always called ‘blind’ because you were so oblivious to a lot of things..and hell decided to ‘gift’ you with that.

It wasn’t all bad though. Hell did give you something that you don’t regret having, your lover Carmilla. She never minded that you’re blind, if anything she compliments you and appreciates you, even if you can’t see. And even if you can’t see her, you can just imagine how gorgeous she actually is, she sounds gorgeous too.

The weapon armer has always been so carrying and sweet for you. She’s basically your eyes. She helps you get dressed if you struggle, helps you get to places without bumping into anyone, and explains everything that’s going on that you cannot see. You really love her. Another thing she does for you is keep other demons away from you, she’s pretty darn protective.

Currently, you and her were walking around Pentagram cities streets in hell. She was with her daughters, and you, helping them out with orders in this part of town since she believed it was too dangerous for young girls like them to be alone. You decided to tag along because you just wanted to help and support.

While walking, she holds your hand to help you navigate through the streets and avoid demons. "Careful my love...there's.." she looked down at a dead sinners body that has been brutally gored by an exorcists spear, deciding to not tell you that theres a dead body right below your feet. "..a stump" she corrects and lightly pulls you around it.

"why's there a stump on the sidewalk?" you ask questionably, your head turned towards where her gorgeous voice was, trying your best to show your paying attention to her even if you can't see her.

Carmilla chuckles softly, she always found it cute when you weren't aware of many things, even if it was worrying too. "Oh well, it is hell afterall..something is going to be unexpected." she responds with a softer tone rather than her usual stern one.

"I guess your not wrong" you smile a little at her words and tone, oh god how much you'd do to see what she actually looked like, you know shes gorgeous. Odette and Clara came to a halt up ahead, Odette holding her clipboard as she checks off the territory, and Clara pulling an angelic spear out of a dead sinners body, lucky for you, you could only hear the spear pop out of the sinners side rather than see it.

Carmilla held your hand, then lead you over to a wall. She gently placed your hand on it, and told you to stay right there and to not let go. She wasn't going far, maybe 5 feet away from you wince her voice was pretty clear. She was talking to her daughters about some of the areas in the town they'd go to collect more of the angelic spears. You stayed quite, but also unaware. Lets just say today, wasn't the best day to wear a skirt.

While you were unaware, and obviously not paying attention to anything you can see-well, because your blind..a middle aged small imp approuched you. He was about half your size, maybe to your hips. he had a perverted smirk on his face as he sneaks up on your unaware and oblivious state. You gasp a little when you feel your skirt get lifted a little, there was no wind, so why..? Then you felt a hand on your rear, you jumped and spoke up "hey!" you exclaim with a gasp, catching your lovers attention.

Carmilla's head shoots over to your direction when she heard your distressed cry, and saw the hellborn, fury filled her eyes as she walked over and gave him a push, grabbing your hand to let you know your okay, as she glared down at him. "you little twit..touching girls? Do you really have nothing better to do with your pathetic little life?" the overlord threats with a dangerous look on her face, she would not tolerate such an act of disgust. "You have thirty seconds to run before i send a bullet through your retarded brain." she said calm, stern and intimidating with her arms crossed as she looked down at the quivering imp. The imp nods and scurried off fast, its safe to say he won't be coming near you again. Carmilla's tone and epression softened with concern laced with it. "Mi amor? are you alright? he didn't hurt you right?" she asked, both of her hands placed on the sides of your head as she tilted your head from side to side to check on you.

You let out a soft, shaken chuckle at her actions. "yea..im fine. Just a bit shaken.." you say softly, moving your hand up to hold one of her hands that were on your cheek, you looked in her eyes, even if you couldn't see her. "Thank you my dear..i probably would have been forced into something if you weren't here.." you say in appreitation.

"Anything for you my love.." she chuckled softly and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead while holding you close in her grasp. "Now lets get going, this town is already unsafe for the girls, and now you too. I don't feel comfortable putting you three in danger." she states worried, calling her daughters back over to you two as you both start to walk.

"fine by me.." you say as she takes your hand, leading you and being your eyes once again. Yes, being blind has its cons, you can't see, bumping into things are often, and you won't be able to observe things the ways others do...and it makes you feel left out. But, it also has its pros, its advantages, and sometimes the best thing that happened in your life, and for you, that Carmilla. No doubt about it.

[mxtxfanatic]

i see some ppl say that wwx was the one in the wrong for visiting the ancestral hall and bringing in an outsider, bcs that place is reserved for family and wwx has rejected going to lotus pier with jc before

sort of related what do u think jc wanted with wwx when he was planing on bringing him back to lotus pier when he captured him? its been a while but i dont remember the vibe of the scene being that jc wants to torture wwx to death there, the only thing wwx worries is that lotus pier is different and he doesnt wanna go there anymore

Wei Wuxian wasn't wrong for going to the ancestral hall or for bringing Lan Wangji, because the ancestral hall is not an exclusive area reserved only for family. Wei Wuxian even makes this delineation when Jiang Cheng is sneering about Wei Wuxian traveling around Lotus Pier without Jiang Cheng's express approval:

His voice was chilling, “Wei WuXian, you really don’t take yourself as an outsider, do you? You come and leave whenever you want. You take with you whomever you want. Do you perhaps still remember whose sect this is? Who’s the owner?” Doing this, Wei WuXian wanted to keep it away from Jiang Cheng in the first place. Now that he discovered them, he knew they’d definitely be faced with some vicious remarks. He didn’t want to argue, “I didn’t take HanGuang-Jun to the other, more confidential places of Lotus Pier. We only came to greet Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu with a few sticks of incense. We’re finished already and we’ll be leaving now.”

—Chapt. 87: Loyalty, exr

Jiang Cheng is mad about wangxian wandering around Lotus Pier and blows up once they enter the ancestral hall because he is homophobic.

Jiang Cheng, “If you’re leaving, please go as far as possible. Don’t let me see or hear you fooling around in Lotus Pier again.”

—Chapt. 87: Loyalty, exr

Immediately, darkness crawled up [Jiang Cheng's] face, bearing an eerie similarity to how Madam Yu looked when she was angry. His voice was harsh, “Who’s the one insulting my parents in front of their spirits?! Could you two please understand whose sect you’re in? I don’t care if you act so shamelessly outside, but don’t you dare fool around inside our ancestral hall, before my parents’ spirits! After all, they were the ones who brought you up—even I feel ashamed for you!” Wei WuXian never expected such a huge blow to crash down on him. He was both shocked and furious, blurting, “Shut up!” Jiang Cheng pointed outside, “Mess around outside however you want, whether under a tree or on a boat, hugging or otherwise! Get out of my sect, get out of anywhere my eyes can see!” ... Jiang Cheng did indeed go out to find Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi. He chased after them in the direction that the street vendors pointed at. A voice in his heart seemed to tell him to which places Wei WuXian would definitely go. He caught up to them in just a while. Yet, he just so happened to see Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi enveloped in a tight embrace under a tree, unwilling to let go of each other even after so long. ... But hugging like that seemed abnormal no matter what. At least, they didn’t seem like normal friends or brothers. He immediately recalled that Wei WuXian had always stuck to Lan WangJi ever since he came back. Lan WangJi’s attitude toward him was also different from what it was before he was reborn. At once, he was almost certain that the two really were in that kind of relationship. He couldn’t turn around and leave, yet he didn’t want to say a single word to the two, so he continued to hide himself as he followed them. Every single look and movement that passed between them seemed different in his eyes. For a while, the shock, absurdity, and slight disgust that he felt combined to overpower his hatred. It was only after Wei WuXian brought Lan WangJi into the ancestral hall that the long-suppressed hatred was awakened again, devouring his courtesy and rationality.

—Chapt. 88: Loyalty, exr

What Jiang Cheng wanted when he captured and briefly tortured Wei Wuxian with Fairy back in Chapt. 24 is exactly what his complaints are in the ancestral hall: Wei Wuxian is not showing Jiang Cheng the deference he feels he is owed (and is also being too gay with Lan Wangji). In fact, Wei Wuxian not immediately begging for forgiveness but instead snarking back once captured is why Jiang Cheng calls Fairy over to torture him. He wants Wei Wuxian to admit he was "wrong" for saving Lan Wangji (no longer including Jin Zixuan) at the indoctrination camp "at the expense of the Jiang Clan" and for rescuing the Wen remnants at the expense of continuing to play the role of Jiang Cheng's subordinate. He wants Wei Wuxian to accept blame for the deaths of Jiang Cheng's parents and Jiang Yanli. He wants Wei Wuxian to be filled with regret and say that Jiang Cheng was "right all along" and that Wei Wuxian, himself, is not good enough to have deserved the love and respect from those around him particularly since Jiang Cheng feels like that love and respect was "stolen" from him. What Jiang Cheng wants is for Wei Wuxian to finally be "second place" to him, whether by successfully killing the man like he failed to the first time or by prying the words from the newly-resurrected Wei Wuxian's mouth via guilting and torture, and that was just never gonna happen, as Wen Ning so helpfully points out.

[poisonedprose]

ellie who can’t stand to see her pretty girl cry :(

she, of all ppl, knows how difficult life is like this and she wishes so badly that she could take away every ounce of pain wracking your brain. but she can’t. you both know that. all she can do is love you the best she knows how. hug you and listen to you and kiss the tears off your face <3 and she hopes to god that it’s enough. that she’s enough.

i didn’t mean to make this so sad i just love her

₊˚✧ go ahead and cry little girl

ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: 1k words, death/murder talk, established relationship, cursing, crying obvi, hurt/comfort, pet names (babe, pretty girl, honey, sweet girl)

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It wasn't often that you cried, choosing to hold a strong persona in front of people. You being the one that people went to for comfort, never the other way around. You were fine and content with that. Truthfully, that's the ideal situation for you. 

You struggled with your emotions, never being brought up where feelings were a good thing. Even though you were surrounded by people who practically preached how feelings were good, you still stayed in your shell. Choosing to not be a so-called 'burden.' 

But when Joel yelled at you for being so reckless on patrol you couldn't help but excuse yourself quickly to seek shelter in the comfort of your bed. It was an accident, but Joel took things like this seriously. You weren't dumb, you knew every time someone fucked up someone else's life was on the line. And today, it was Ellie's life that just so happened to be on the line.  

You had overlooked a certain part of the area you were exploring, giving Ellie the okay to talk normally again. Unfortunately, you overlooked one silent clicker that seemed to come out of nowhere. It probably would have ripped Ellie's head off if Joel hadn't arrived just in time. It's not that you didn't try to help, you did. Your gun was out of ammo and you were trying your quickest to reload it as soon as possible, but your hands were just too shaky from the fright of your girlfriend possibly being eaten alive.

It seemed like it was just one mistake after another. Ellie was quick to forgive you, admitting it was just an honest mistake and it could have easily been her in your situation. Joel, on the other hand, was fuming. You had honestly never seen him so mad. You didn't say anything but an apology, knowing he was probably just as scared as you were. 

It didn't mean, it didn't hurt though. You knew you deserved it, but you still couldn't help the burning feeling in the back of your throat and the way your lip trembled ever so slightly. You excused yourself quietly, Joel muttered something about how you were taking the easy way out followed by Ellie telling him to lay off.

The wind was cold on your face in contrast to the hot, salty tears that began to stain your face. Your arms were stuffed close to your chest, crossed with your hands under your armpits. You tried your best to keep your sobs quiet as to not alert anyone. Most of the people who resided in Jackson were at the movie night that was being held, so you didn't have to worry about many people seeing you. 

You could feel your heart drop when you heard your name being called in the distance. You quickly untuck your arms and rubbed the tears off your face with whatever you could, your hands, your sleeves, whatever. "Hey, babe, don't listen to Joel. He's just angry." Ellie spoke as she came up behind you, waiting for you to turn around, but you never did. "Babe?" She stepped to the side of you, trying to look at your face and it didn't take a genius to notice you were crying. 

To be honest, Ellie didn't know what to do. She'd comforted a bunch of people before. Dina, Cat, Jesse (believe it or not), and even Joel, but never you. Hearing your small sniffles was enough to break her heart. "Hey," Her voice was soft but not patronizing. She wrapped her arms around you, offering a hug for comfort. She rested her chin on the top of your head and your tears just flowed more.   

You tried to stop yourself, you tried telling yourself that Joel was just upset and that he didn't mean his harsh words even if you might have deserved them, but now it was about more than just Joel. It was Joel's words, it was Ellie almost dying, it was everything that you said that wasn't a big deal but it was. 

"Shhh. You're okay." Her hand stroked your hair, trying to offer you any comfort that she could. "I'm okay, everyone's okay. Okay?" She swallowed thickly as she listened to the sound of your wretched sobs. "Come on, pretty girl, stop crying." She kissed the top of your head a few times before gently pushing you off her chest so she could look at you. 

"'M sorry." You hiccuped as she wiped away the tears that continued to fall with her thumbs. "Don't apologize." She shook her head, almost annoyed that those words even made it out of your mouth for having a human reaction. You shook your head in return, knowing that she didn't quite get what you meant. 

"'M sorry that I didn't see the clicker." Still, Ellie just shook her head as she held your face in her hands, and a new crack in her heart formed with every tear that fell. "Honey, it's not your fault, okay? The only reason you should be apologizing is if that was just an elaborate plan to get rid of me and it didn't work." She felt relieved once she heard your sweet laugh. 

She knew you were going to be okay, that you were strong enough to pick yourself up if you needed to but she was glad she was here. She was glad she could wipe the tears off your face as she told you dumb jokes to make you laugh. "You okay, sweet girl?" She whispered as she kissed your cheeks, or as she would call it, kissing the tears off your face. 

"I will be if you're here." She rolled her eyes at the cheesiness but there was a relieved feeling in her chest that she was actually helping you feel even the slightest bit better. "Cringe." She whispered before leaning down to kiss your salty, tear-stained lips with her hands snaking around your waist. "You love it, Williams." You returned the kiss, tasting the saltiness on your lips. "Yeah, I guess I do, huh." 

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[cloudyskiiees]

with the rest of wrong try again plotted out in full, i’ve started plotting out an idea for my next possible long fic. and it’s not a mystery so i can post about it now in case i don’t end up writing it in full!!! yippie!! so here’s my alenoah based superhero au :)

(under the cut cuz it’s a massive post)

i’ve been working on this idea slowly over the last threeish months!!! im happy with the ideas so far and wanna share what’s up to see if ppl are interested :)

the fic would be called “The Masked Mentalist,” in reference to our protag, Noah! he’s considered a villain in this au by society. alejandro is considered a hero.

here’s the characters and their powers i’ve got so far! still subject to change if needed :)

Noah: Villain. “The Masked Mentalist” is his given name by the city, although he doesn’t actually wear a mask. Noah has the powers of “mental manipulation,” stretching to about four different tiers that take more energy depending on how much effort it takes to manipulate the brain.

1: Audio hallucinations. He has a “trademark” of making the world go completely silent for his victim before he attacks. He frequently drops random noises or screams into his opponent’s head to throw them off. It harder to mimic specific voices, which is why he opts to throw ppl off rather than emotionally attack them. Easiest of his powers.

2: Visual hallucinations are harder, but it’s the one noah is the best at. He’s great as messing with people’s appearances, making them see him and other people who may be around as others or sometimes just in horrifying situations. It’s also very simple for him to make someone think they’re trapped in walls or things like that, easy to create objects. He still struggles to completely change the look of an entire location however, which is why he opts to fight in open areas where fake visuals are easier to conjure.

3: Emotions are harder as well, and it can be tricky. he’s very good at pulling emotions from others such as rage or grief, as they’re very easily overpowering emotions. It’s simpler when his opponent is a more emotional/vulnerable person, so he shys away from emotional manipulation in fights usually, especially when he doesn’t know an opponent very well.

4: Memories are hardest, especially if they’re more recent. It’s fairly easy for noah to go and change someone perception on a childhood memory, as it was likely distorted already anyways. The clearer the memory the harder it is to manipulate.

As you can see, all four of these powers have to do with the mind. The way people see or hear things, as well as feel and remember. Noah’s powers allow him to attack any of those in a person.

There’s also technically a fifth one, which Noah figured out to do by himself.

5: The way he figures out how to hypnotize people is through memory AND emotional manipulation. Altering memories and then yanking on certain emotions to pull through, can help him get people to think and even partially act the way he desires. It’s exhausting, and incredibly rare for him to use.

Noah is able to keep his identity hidden by simply altering his appearance to whoever he is fighting. He usually seeks out people when alone, and does his best to not hurt innocents, despite what the public thinks. Everyone who’s fought him/seen him in action describes him differently. Most people aren’t even sure if he even is a “he,” because he makes himself look so drastic sometimes.

He occasionally works with a partner, although they don’t consider themselves to be aligned in general when it comes to crime.

Kaleidoscope is notoriously known for her random crimes and activities. No one can quite figure out her goal or intentions, and so she’s dubbed a vigilante by most.

This of course, being Izzy! When Noah fights with her, he occasionally helps mask her identity from others. She’s a bit reckless, but the two have a history together. A traumatic one at that!

Izzy’s powers are deterioration. She’s able to break/take things apart/crumble things with her mind. Her powers can be as simple or as drastic as she desires.

(She met Noah by saving him from someone attempting to hurt him. By completely destroying their bones from inside their body. Noah was both horrified and grateful.)

Moving on! Alejandro, a “superhero” in our story.

Alejandro doenst have superpowers. At least not in the way our other characters do! Everyone simply assumes he does.

Alejandro is clairvoyant, which is considered a gift, rather than a superpower. His family exploited his talents as a child, so when he was old enough, he fled to be on his own. Nowadays he uses his predictions to help others, being able to foresee certain disasters and small issues. His powers waver depending on their severity, and he has a habit of undoing a certain villains work without even knowing.

He’s dubbed “The Good Samaritan,” when first seen saving people. Over time, the city began to think he had superpowers, and his name changed to “The Physic Samaritan.” Alejandro avoids media and press as much as possible, seeing as it was all he was used to as a child, so no one knows any different. This does not serve him well when real super-powered folk begin to see him as a threat.

Onto our two real superheroes! (so far!!)

Lashawna is the cities main superhero. She’s been protecting citizens for about two years before Noah makes his debut as a villain. She has very standard telekinesis, and is about the most hero looking and sounding hero out there. Her name is “The Golden Hero,” later changed to “The Golden Woman” when she gains a sidekick. Everyone adores her!

Courtney is Lashawna’s sidekick, appearing with her mentor only a few months before Noah shows up. “The Golden Girl,” her powers being one of information absorbing. She’s able to quickly learn anything she needs, simply by skimming words or touching an object… or person.

There’s a bit of a roadrunner scenario for a while between her and Noah, where she’s simply trying to grab him in someway or another, as the action would reveal his real identity to her. Of course, Noah is able to easily evade her, as her powers have little to do with physical superiority. (She’s still incredibly strong and fast. It’s Courtney we’re talking about here.)

Before I talk about our real villain of the story, I’m gonna discuss some plot points!

-Courtney feels incredibly undervalued and overlooked. She thinks if she can manage to reveal the Masked Mentalist’s identity, people would finally start to give her more credit. Lashawna tries to help her calm down, but she’s very fixated on her mission.

-Noah wants control. Deep down he has good intentions, as he’s attempting to dismantle the upcoming “Heroes Program,” starting up in his city, but he loses sight of it for a while. Alejandro becomes a bit of an obsession for him, as he somehow has the entire cities trust while barely being in the public’s eye. It drives him crazy.

-Izzy has so much depth, but acts insane as a defense. She and Noah had very similar upbringings due to their powers, and a fuckton of issues that now stem from it. She hides her pain by acting as though she’s invincible.

-Noah and Izzy have a very deep bond. They truly trust each other more than anyone else, even their civilian friends.

-Team e-scope is very much present! Owen and Eva are humans, and are still best friends with Noah and Izzy. Neither have any clue their two best friends are well known criminals.

Alright actual plot time. And backstory for our super-powered characters!

As usual when it comes to superhuman realities, the powers come from genetic mutations. No one is too sure how it started, but superpowered people have been showing up around the world for the last twenty-ish years.

Children found out to have powers were, of course, taken by the government. At first it was out of fear, but after a few years, the public began retaliating. “Programs,” were then opened, and while it was presented as a choice for parents, it simply was not. If your child had powers and was found out, they would be forced into a program.

Lashawna and Courtney were both placed into a program as young children. Both were released after a number of years to become superheroes. Most children taken are not released.

Both Lashawna and Courtney lack memories from their time in the program. They are conditioned to be perfect superheroes, deemed “safe” for society, due to their powers.

Again, as expected, these “programs” are just ways for scientists to study the mutations in the children. At first there was an attempt to stop it, but nowadays, there’s more of a goal to simply replicate it. Children are treated like animals.

Based on your power, and your behavior, there’s a chance to be released as a hero, such as Lashawna and Courtney, as an example that these programs are a good thing. It’s a way to keep people happy, and keep the more dangerous powers under wraps, at least until they can find a “cure,” or a way to create the gene themselves.

Because each person is different, each mutation acts differently in a person, explaining all the different powers seen. Super powers are still incredibly rare, although they’re widely accepted as a truth nowadays. Two powers acting exactly the same has never been recorded.

Noah and Izzy were never put in a program.

They were smart kids. Noah realized his powers early on in his childhood, and was terrified. Stories of powers had been shown in the news by now, and he wanted nothing to do with it.

His mother discovers it on accident after a year or two of Noah being aware. He panics and attempts to erase her memories of it, failing miserably and only hurting himself in the process.

She promises to keep him safe, just as horrified as he is at the idea of losing her only son. It’s a terrifying childhood for Noah, constantly having to be on the lookout, never being able to openly use his powers, something that so quickly became such a huge part of his identity. He turns to subtly using his powers in public, able to help bring more money and such home for his family. He becomes incredibly talented with his powers as just a teenager.

Izzy never told a soul. She’s had more accidents with her powers than she cares to speak about. She learns of her powers a bit later in childhood, but still before becoming a teenager.

A ten year old accidentally dissolving someone’s skin from their hand when being picked on is a traumatic experience for anyone, but even more so when she kills the other child out of fear. She flees the scene, and loses her shit. She quickly figures out she has a dangerous power, and being just as smart as Noah at such a young age, hides it completely.

She had much less control over her powers for a number of years, being scared of herself.

It isn’t until she sees a man pressing someone clearly struggling to a wall in a dark alley she truly uses her powers for the first time, and makes her first friend. (This friend being Noah, of course.)

Yes very dark backstories for the sillies! They have an insane trauma bond.

With their backstories, you can kinda gather why Noah wants to take down the programs starting up again. They’re much more public this time, and that worries him. He knows nothing good can come from children being forced into such a program, even if he was never in one himself. Izzy is more than willing to help him out for the most part.

The actual plot of the story, of course, is alenoah. This being said, let’s talk about that!

Noah wants Alejandro’s influence on others. Wants the social power the “superhero” holds.

He and Izzy devise a plan to get that influence on their side.

To keep things relatively brief, they corner him, and Noah is able to successfully uses his created hypnosis power on Alejandro, simply getting him to trust Noah, as a civilian.

As soon as the deed is done, he and Izzy pose as his worried friends, claiming he’d fallen and hit his head. When Alejandro questions who they are, Izzy immediately pipes up with “He’s your boyfriend silly!” and Noah. Just. Has to roll with it. He can’t risk changing the narrative so quickly for the boy with the currently muddled memories, and he also can’t berate Izzy right in front of Alejandro. So he agrees.

The two discover after a little bit that he actually is not a superhero, and lacks powers in general. This pisses Noah off greatly, thinking his work was all for nothing. He continues with his plan nonetheless, seeing as no one else knew Alejandro didn’t have powers. That could be an advantage.

Alejandro gradually puts the pieces together over time, never fully recovering his memories, but being able to see through the fog Noah placed over them.

Everything is going pretty well, even with the residual feelings both boy are gaining as they pose as a couple. That is until the real villain of the story shows up.

Duncan! His powers are the ability to create weapons out of thin air, his trademark one being flying knives. The weapons disappear as soon as they hit a target, only being created by his mind, and usually shown as a faint green color. (this is a working idea! still not 100% on it, but i definitely want him to have a weapon related power.)

He was in a program as well, ironically, the same one as Courtney. He was not released, he escaped.

Being dubbed a “dangerous power,” Duncan was set to live the rest of his life out as a lab rat. Of course, being Duncan, he did not like this fate! He’s one of the few children to ever escape, and the only one know to come back as a supervillain.

He’s angry. He’s angry about everything, and with everyone. He’s especially pissed off with Courtney, who he believes simply abandoned him. Courtney doesn’t remember who he is.

No more details for now! (Both because I haven’t planned out enough 100% to post about, and some of it is just for the story!) But I hoped you guys like my silly AU ramblings! I’m having a good time with this idea, so lmk if it’s something you’d like to see more of in the future :)

[sapphirecherry]

spider headcanons!

adhd and unmedicated as all hell

secretly a bit of a nerd

aka he knows all the names of every plant and animal on pandora in english and na'vi and also knows their scientific names just for fun

definitely has a biology hyperfixation, but feels like ppl would think it's lame so he keeps it to himself

blue paint under his nails constantly

grows the underparts of his hair longer to imitate a queue

sits in areas like the tree of voices all the time, trying desperately to hear the voice of eywa

sometimes he hears whispers and it scares the shit out of him so bad he just books it

loves and i mean LOVES all things carbs and greasy. i'm talking pizza, burgers, chips the lot

really sweet with all the young na'vi kids like smiling and waving whenever he notices them staring

more than happy to answer all of their questions about him

"why is your skin so pink? and why is your hair that funny colour?" "well, you see, i'm from another planet" "a what?" "a planet. it's like another eywa'eveng, but way out in the sky!"

tries to move his ears like na'vi ears and swears one day he'll crack it

sometimes he notices a stray atokirina' following him in the forest

built his first bow from twigs to try and copy the omatikaya warriors he saw around hell's gate as he was growing up

jake noticed this and helped him build a proper one, teaching him how to make his own arrows too

him and lo'ak are locked in an intense prank war with norm and max records every one of their battles

he tried to learn spanish to be like his mum, but couldn't wrap his head around the gendered nouns

is a pro at braiding bc he has much smaller fingers and has done many of kiri's braids

tried to mount a pa'li once before realising his mistake and never trying again

similar to braiding he's extremely good at weaving and does it whenever he needs to calm down

constantly tracking mud and other shit through hell's gate which drives everyone crazy

breaks at least one exopack a week just from being careless and bumping it on shit

secretly tries to train himself to be able to breathe pandora's air and has passed out in the airlock more than a few times because of this

in denial that's he's probably not going to get much taller

draws sharpie moustaches on norm's avatar while he's not driving and giggles every time he hears him yell as he links in and notices

tried to sharpen his teeth when he was younger and now struggles to eat anything too cold or hot

[rose-in-a-fisted-glove]

Hi it’s the SU anon here I’m very sorry for how much I upset you, and I seriously wanted to piece tgt what I’m missing from the Jewish viewpoint so I appreciate u still being open to talking to me despite the ignorance. Also disclaimer I’m born and raised in Malaysia so I’ve not met an actual Jew in person until very recently in uni, so all I know is from the messy pile on the internet and I do genuinely learn from ur posts when I see them.

From what I see on ur blog u do show quite a lot of sympathy to the all the cruelty happening in Gaza, but don’t tolerate this being used as an excuse to target Israel/Jewish ppl. I do understand that the whole concept of pushing for an Israel/jewish ethnostate is very much entwined with the history of Jewish culture and the antisemitism endured through different times, so I think this is the part where I made the most ignorant statement on? After rereading what I wrote it might also have sounded like all Jews hold extremely reactionary views towards the word “ceasefire”? Pls do point out more of what upset u, I take full responsibility for what I said and pls stop this convo at any point if I end up offending u more.

Recognizing that you don't know something is the first step towards fixing it. It's good that you thought on your previous ask and tried to research it! But you're missing an awful lot so let's start from the top.

(As a reminder and so others can seee, here's the original ask)

"Hi, this a question abt ur opinion on what’s happening in Gaza just bc you’re one of my favourite blogs that goes deep into Jewish culture/issues. If at any point this question becomes annoying pls ignore.

Anyways so in my college SU meeting recently someone sent in a motion to make an official statement to condemn the war and call for immediate and permanent ceasefire + provide more support to the Jewish and Muslim/Arab students affected by increased hate in the community as well. This sparked a debate among those in attendance and of course there’s a few very pro-Israel voices that insists that a ceasefire will cause Israel to lose all ability to defend itself as well as many pro-Palestine arguments. The motion ended up discarded bc of procedural reasons but as someone who has mostly held a free Palestine view so far and has been hoping for a more inclusive Israel in the future, I don’t understand why stopping a war hurting both sides is taken as an Israel must disappear take by many. I always just accepted it as it’s probably got a lot more antisemitic undertone when it’s a Jew that hears it, but I really wanna hear ur take as well bc the debate I witnessed brought up very disturbing points that I can’t stop thinking about. Hope this didn’t end up sounding disrespectful and thanks for always sharing important Jewish viewpoints without undermining other social issues!"

First problem comes right with the opening sentence; "Hi, this a question abt ur opinion on what’s happening in Gaza just bc you’re one of my favourite blogs that goes deep into Jewish culture/issues."

Going to random Jews who do not post about the conflict and asking for their "stance" on it is part of a series of antisemitic loyalty tests and is extremely rude on top of it. Furthermore, speaking on Jewish cultures and issues and antisemitism is not the same as being experienced or knowledgeable on international conflicts.

And then your next paragraphs are of course riddled with anti-Israeli biases and examples that you've been listening to/reading propaganda uncritically, such as "wanting a more inclusive Israel" and in your more recent ask saying things like "I do understand that the whole concept of pushing for an Israel/jewish ethnostate is very much entwined with the history of Jewish culture and the antisemitism endured through different times". So you clearly have a basic lack of knowledge about both Israel and the conflict in general along with Zionism itself.

But, again, that's not an area I talk about much. If any of the folks who do talk about it, see this and want to go into it, please do! Just to repeat here, you shouldn't have been asking me in the first place.

Then, this part here, showed me that you have a history of dismissing antisemitism as Jews being overly sensitive "I always just accepted it as it’s probably got a lot more antisemitic undertone when it’s a Jew that hears it." And then that was compounded by your closing insult, "thanks for always sharing important Jewish viewpoints without undermining other social issues!"

And that closing insult told me that I had woefully failed in sharing any information about antisemitism at all. "Sharing important Jewish viewpoints without undermining other social issues". Jewish "viewpoints" and antisemitism are just as important as any other sort of bias. Pointing out antisemitism and sharing stories about antisemitism does not, and can not, undermine other social issues. It is not lesser. Honestly, I'm still kind of livid over that shot.

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Date Night (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Date Night - Oneshot

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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:

Hey hi loves! Remember Rules? This is a sequel to that oneshot! I realized I haven’t written a date scenario with Y/n and Joker. Gotta change that 🤭 So sit back and see what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your reckless lover.

(I always feel like I’m a bother tagging ppl. Am I?) 😥

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Your eyes wandered over to the window as the remnants of the sunset faded out of the sky. At this hour Grant Park should be empty but if you remembered correctly, they were sponsoring some kind of nightlife street festival this week to boost attraction to the area.

Suddenly an idea popped inside your head. It had been a while since you and J went on a date. And what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your madman of a lover?

You smiled to yourself and quickly tossed on a pair of jeans and a flimsy sweatshirt. You grabbed your phone and wallet from the nightstand before leaving your room.

The apartment was quiet as you stepped out into the hallway. You made it to Joker's threshold and caught him pacing and mumbling to himself.

You briefly picked up the words stupid and rules in between your name and sighs. It pained you to see J beating himself up for something that Barbara had already fixed.

You knocked on the open door, startling Joker a bit. He must've been deep in thought to not hear you.

"Hey.. um. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I was stressed because of work and I.. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

You walked up to Joker and gave him your best, I'm sorry puppyeyed look.

He couldn't hold it against you. He took out his frustration with work on you plenty of times. He was only trying to help relieve your stress by cleaning and made this worse. Both of you were in the wrong this time.

Joker wasn't going to verbally apologize though.

He just opened his arms for you to squeal and run into. A hug from Joker was a rare treat indeed. He hugged you super tight to the point it almost hurt. His actions always spoke louder than his words.

He was only trying to help; you meant the world to him.

Joker placed a soft kiss onto the crown of your head as you felt his deep voice ask. "Are ya going somewhere?"

You nodded and tilted your head back, gazing into pools of jade. His eyes were your favorite color now.

"Barbs restored my files and reminded me there's a street festival going on down at the park. I was wondering... if you w-wanted to go. With me. To the festival. Right now."

Joker snorted hearing you stumble over your words. It was so dorky yet indescribably you.

"Now?"

"Yeah! It's a night festival thingy. Food, music, carnival games and other stuff to promote attraction to the area. Not like we need any but.. um. D-Do you wanna go with me?"

Joker let you go to cover his mouth with his hand. He gasped like a schoolgirl hearing the biggest locker room rumor, "Bunny? Are you.. asking me out on a da-te?"

"See. I knew you'd make it weird." You were halfway to the door when Joker spun you around and stole a kiss.

He bent you almost backwards to chase after your lips and thank goodness you were flexible. He could seriously break someone's back playing around like that.

You were a little winded when he parted ways but Joker replied to you with no sweat. "Lead the way, doll."

It took Joker a minute to don a disguise and find his face mask to cover his scars, but the two of you rode the elevator down to the apartment lobby and walked out without being seen.

A quick jog across the street and further down, the Grant Park event schedulers had opened up the block-long festival to the public.

Just as you advertised, it was a nighttime event filled with bright lights, energetic music, and fun for all ages.

Children up way past their bedtime were screaming and laughing and running around with sticky hands whereas couples scrolled about, oohing and ahhing at the various food trucks and other attractions set up throughout the park.

The night was brisk on your arms but you could manage and for once the stars took centerstage in the sky despite Gotham City's heavy air pollution. Although you knew Joker hated PDA, you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and snuggled up to borrow some of his body heat.

J ran like a furnace and for once, he didn't mind the contact.

His eyes flickered down to your thin sweatshirt and huffed. If you got sick, he was not taking care of you.

He subconsciously tucked you in closer to him.

The two of you spent the first half hour walking around aimlessly, taking in the tasteful art pieces the event had on display. Some were up for sale and J noticed you eyeing a cultural piece longer than the others.

You glanced at the price and quickly ushered him along. You were so modest it was adorable.

"If you really want it doll, I can get it for ya."

You fixed him with an incredulous look. "Really?" You whispered and watched Joker nod.

"Mhm. For freeeee." He snickered when you rounded on him with a whine of his shortened name.

You swatted at his arm. "That's not funny. I thought you were being serious!"

You knew that was his trigger word. He grabbed your face to guide your attention towards his endless green eyes. "Hey. Look at me.." You blinked up at him in awe.

"Say the wo~rd... and it's yourss."

Joker slurred his words and like a flash of lightning, your gaze flickered down to his mouth hidden behind his mask. What you'd give to have it gone so you could kiss Joker properly..

He looked around for any prying eyes and was tempted to rip it off so that he could kiss you, but your stomach growled, thus ruining the moment.

Joker arched an eyebrow at the whale sound and you verbally cringed in embarrassment. "I haven't eaten yet."

My, how quickly Joker's mood could change! One minute he was ready to kiss you, the next he was staring at you with murderous intent. How many times had he punished you for not eating? One too many.

You frantically looked around hoping that something in the immediate vicinity suited your taste buds before Joker dragged you back to the apartment kicking and screaming.

He would tie you down and forcibly feed you, no doubt about it. He'd done it before. One time he fed you too much that you became nauseous and allof his efforts were for naught.

Just thinking about that messy memory had you ready to settle for anything. Thankfully you saw a Falafel stall up ahead and tugged Joker over.

And just in time. He was ready to haul you over his shoulder and leave.

He was still upset but watched you order something to snack on with rapt attention. It looked unappetizing but you popped it in your mouth and moaned at the taste.

He knew that moan very well.

"Is it really thaT good Sugar or are ya mocking me?" Joker purred into your ear.

You flushed hearing his suggestive tone but you popped a piece of Falafel into his mouth while he had the mask momentarily tipped down.

He jerked away, chewing robotically and you laughed at his bewildered face as he processed the strange taste.

"What is that?"

You giggled. "Deep fried chickpeas. It's quite popular in the Middle East. Judging by your face, you don't like it."

He dragged you down to a vendor who was selling refreshments and ordered a strawberry lemonade to wash down the unknown taste in his mouth. You laughed as Joker gulped down two cups until he kissed you and slipped a strawberry chunk into your mouth with his tongue.

Joker smirked as you chewed the fruit in silence. He had interesting ways of shutting you up...

You kind of wanted him to do that again.

Joker fished around in his pockets for something as you continued eating in between taking sips of his lemonade. It was too sweet for your liking but this was Joker's here.

He probably ate sugar straight out of the bag.

Although sweets wasn't his only vice. He found what he was looking for and stepped off to the side to light up a cigarette. You frowned at J for smoking in the park but he'd done far worse in his lifetime. Littering was the lesser of his many greater offenses.

This section of the park was scarce so Joker could enjoy a few minutes to himself and you got to see the plumes of smoke escape his mouth like a roaring dragon.

When was watching someone smoke considered hot?

Joker made the unhealthy habit sexy, especially when he locked eyes with you and exhaled through his nose. Joker practically blended in the darkness yet you weren't afraid when those sultry jade eyes of his glowed so intensely at you. They would be your undoing some day.

You didn't know eyes could be so green until you met Joker. His were so animated they were inhuman at times.

"Ya likin' the show, Princess?"

Curse this man and his plethora of pet names!

You coughed into your fist and distracted yourself by scrolling on your phone while he finished smoking, all with a smirk on his face. You had finished eating and were waiting on J when you got distracted by his smoking.

And he easily became distracted by you. Joker dragged his eyes from your messy curls down to your mix match colored chucks.

Did you do that intentionally or was it just another careless Y/n decision? The world may never know.

There were so many quirks about you that were purely accidental, so he let this one fall into that category. He finished his smoke (and tossed the bud in the trash under your watchful eye) and ushered you along back to the festival with an arm thrown over your shoulder.

The two of you continued walking further into the park where carnival-like games and booths were set up to entertain the masses.

You eyed a canal of goldfishes and the display of colorful masks hanging above it when a boisterous voice a few booths down startled you.

"Step on up! Knock down three piles of bottles in a row and win a prize!" The vendor waved at a few kids who rose to the challenge but failed on the first try.

Others tried as well but no one got past the second stack.

You and Joker were strolling by when the vendor shouted at J. "How about you sir?! Care to win a prize for the pretty lady?" He dragged his eyes up and down your form and Joker definitely noticed.

Wrong move buddy. Joker was out for blood after seeing someone openly ogle you in such a way.

You grabbed a hold of his arm and tried saving the poor guy's life by removing Joker from the scene. "Let's just go, J.."

He grumbled and stepped forward. The stare down they had was insane. No surprise, Joker won. "How much?"

The booth attendant cleared his throat before answering. "$3 for three tries."

Joker fished out a five from his pocket and waited for the vendor to explain the rules and dole out the balls used for the game.

You stood off to the side as Joker tossed a ball in the air to get a feel of its weight. He then squinted at the bottles stacked a few yards away and hummed to himself. You and the vendor looked on in silence.

You were the one who broke it. "J, you don't have to win me anything. This evening was just to get us out of the apartment."

"Shhh."

Alrighty then. You knew that tone.

Joker was in his 'do not disturb, I'm focused' mode. Once he got like this, he wouldn't hear a word you said until he completed his task.

The madman was laser focused on the task ahead so you rolled your eyes at his snippy tone and watched how this would unfold. You were secretly watching Joker's biceps as he prepared to pitch. You were so distracted that you didn't see the throw itself.

The ball flew through the air like a rocket and hit the first stack of bottles on the first try. The impact cracked two of them and the vendor blinked in shock at the level of strength displayed.

You were in shock too as Joker tilted his head and accessed the second pile like he didn't just destroy the set up.

He had tunnel vision right now. His main focus was how to win this stupid game and shove it in the guy's face. That'll teach him some manners. No one calls you pretty except him.

He imagined the bottles were the vendor's face.

Joker reeled his hand back to hit the second shot. It too fell in one swoop with a few of the bottles falling off the pedestal and shattering as it hit the ground.

You facepalmed at Joker's unnecessary use of force. This is why you couldn't take him anywhere. No home training.

You eyed the booth owner who was looking rather smug before averting your attention back to Joker as the last pile of bottles loomed ahead. This one had a dozen stacked in a pyramid and was the farthest away. Joker was confident in this throw but right before he tossed it, his gaze flickered over to the owner's smug grin.

Something was up. This would be too easy otherwise. J snorted to himself and corrected his aim to hit the back of the wall instead.

Before it got there, the vender spoke up, as if he already knew the outcome. "Sorry pal, you missed. Want to try ag–"

"You hit it J! You won!" You shouted and attracted a crowd who investigated your excitement. No one had won the game yet so it was quite the big deal.

"Huh? That's impossible!" The guy almost gave himself a hernia until he looked over and sure enough, Joker purposely hit the wall to ricochet the ball of it to knock the bottles down from behind.

How Joker managed to notice the front of the bottles were glued together was anyone's guess but seeing your joy as he won was worth the trouble.

His pretty girl was smiling and praising him for a job well done.

You were still jumping up and down as Joker scanned the prizes hanging up and yanked one down. The poor vendor was checking his rigged setup, still in disbelief to care.

"A bunny for a bunny." Joker presented a plush rabbit with adorable floppy ears to you. You instantly fell in love.

"Awwwww! It's so cute!" You beamed. It was almost as big as you with soft brown fur and a delicate bow around its neck.

"Just like you." Joker whispered to himself.

Thankfully you didn't hear him. "Keep the uhhh change." He mentioned to the still confused worker before steering you away from the booth. The guy could use the extra two dollars.

The gathered crowd let you both by as they demanded their money back from the rigged game.

You were walking towards the festival exit and held your prize out at arms length in awe. "Thank you for winning him, J! I think I'm gonna call him.. Jack." You laughed. "Yeah, Jack is perfect."

You failed to notice Joker tensing up next to you.

His eyes stared you down like a hawk. How blissfully naïve you were, but he couldn't help but admire your happiness radiating from you like a beacon. It settled his nerves just a tad. There was no way you knew..

He scratched his neck and looked away as you cuddled your new best friend.

"I uh.. hmm. I li-ke that name, Y/n." He uttered. You smiled up at Joker.

"Yeah? It's simple but so profound. A strong name indeed for such a striking fellow."

What were you going on about?

Joker quickly grabbed your hand so you didn't get hit by a car as you blindly walked across the street. Sometimes he hated how ditzy you could be.

Did you seriously value some overstuffed toy more than your own safety? Joker led you across the busy street since your attention was focused on Jack and not on your surroundings.

The second the two of you safely walked into the apartment lobby, he spoke up.

"Striking fellow? Don'T tell me you're talking about this.. thing." He swiped your keycard against the terminal to call the afterhours lift.

The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped inside still holding onto your bunny as Joker walked in and mashed the top floor button.

"Jack is not a thing, J. Don't get all jealous over the very prize you won for me. I can't wait to sleep with—"

"That... That is noT sleeping in the, uhh.. same bed as us. Ugh, I should've picked a different prize." Joker mumbled to himself as you laughed in the small elevator.

It was one of his favorite sounds but he was not jealous over a stupid toy.

Joker's eyes became lidded watching you finally turn and give him some attention. You let go of Jack to pull Joker closer to kiss him. He backed you into the mirrored walls and claimed your mouth for his own. He'd been wanting to do this all night.

The only sound in the elevator was your muffled moans until a soft ding signaled the arrival to the twelfth floor.

"This is us.." You sighed.

Us. The word echoed in the lift and the meaning sat heavy in the air.

"Mhm. We should do, uhh, outings like this more often, my Light." Joker said in between more kisses. He held his arm out to stop the doors from closing but never looked away from you. 

"Even the d__n lift wants this night to end.."

You snorted at that. "Our date isn't over yet J. How about we spend the rest of it inside?" You rubbed his scars with your thumb and leaned up to kiss them softly. Joker melted in your embrace from it.

"You.. me.. and a king sized bed.." you pulled back to pretend to think. "..and didn't you mention you wanted to try something new the other day? Something with rope?"

He proposed the idea of shibari to you a week ago but you weren't so sure. Apparently you had time to think it over.

Joker growled and picked you up as if you weighed a feather. He was on a mission, headed to your front door when, in between giggles, you called out for J to save Jack from the elevator.

"Uhhh I'll get him later, or never. I got a real bunnythat wants to be tied up." Joker entered your apartment with you bursting with excitement in his arms.

You loved date nights with J.

[chaifootsteps]

hey chai, found some shit that aged like milk while digging around.

tl;dr evidently viv was aware of how animators were mistreated / uncredited during sausage party's production and spoke about how their hard work deserved support.

(all the below is circa 2016)

she made a bunch of sausage party fanart that she apparently "gave to a friend at Sony" who "knew some of the uncredited animators" and said they wanted people to "respect" and "admire" the hard work they put into the movie.

she wrote the following on the page of fanart...

additionally, viv made a video about her thoughts on sausage party, and she made some interesting remarks in the comments...

...i can't watch the video myself as i also don't want to hear viv's voice,

but here's some tid-bits from the transcript...

she's seen "all of family guy... all of south park... and all of drawn together..." and thinks drawn together is "the most offensive" thing she's seen to-date

the only r-rated content she dislikes is ren and stimpy's adult party cartoon. she thinks it is the "apex of shock value... has no reason to exist... is painfully unpleasant to witness... not funny... not well done... just complete and utter garbage."

sausage party's stereotypes "didn't bother" her bc "everybody in the entire world is equally made fun of," it's "so offensive it's no longer offensive it's just stupid," none of the stereotyping is "mean-spirited," and the stereotyping "serves a purpose in the setting"

she says that it's "not fair" for artists to be... "uncredited... expected to work overtime for no money..."

she talks about how sausage party was this company's first film and they were using a very small budget that they should've used more carefully, but it went to other areas that were not the animators, who were expected to work nearly for free and without proper credit (that all sound familiar?)

she laments how these animators put "such amazing work" into the movie and "really cared about it" and that she "can't imagine doing that and not being credited"

she talks about how the company probably wanted sausage party to be "as good as possible for as cheap as possible" but that "doesn't excuse" how they treated their animators.

"the animators sold this movie, without the animation this movie would not nearly be as good or charming"

she felt the sexual humor "wasn't as uncomfortable" as other sexual humor can be simply because the characters weren't humans

she generally *really* sucks sausage party's dick saying it's an "existential allegory" and "critique of religion" and "going to be part of history" (these are of course subjective opinions ppl may or may not agree on but since it's what she thinks i'm including it.)

God, I almost hate to admit this, but I actually really liked Sausage Party in a vacuum. It's nice looking, the character designs are worlds better and more distinct than what you'll find in most Disney movies, and it's a nice balance of South Park-esque raunchiness and some genuinely interesting existential stuff about life, religion, and the human condition.

But...no, it's not high art, and it's not going to be part of history. Any slim chance it had of being part of history was blown to bits by the disgusting, unforgivable way it treated its animators.

Watching it now, you can absolutely see how Vivzie attempted to follow its example in all things, from crudeness to commentary on religion/human nature. The difference is that Sausage Party doesn't pull its punches when it comes to the former and is at least sort of intelligent when it comes to the latter. The result is that even at its dumbest and worst, it has a better understanding of what it's doing and what it's trying to be than Vivzie's stuff.

In the end, the only thing Vivziepop succeeded in taking away from Sausage Party was how to treat the people working for you.

[kingsandbastardz]

I'm really glad that more and more actors are using their own voices to dub over in cdramas. Aside from script changes, actors that don't speak mandarin at all, and removal of a LOT of background noise in congested shoot locations, one of the other reasons for dubbing was the reduction of regional accents and promotion of a mandarin standard. I'm hoping that as they continue with the anti-dubbing regulations, the audience in general will come to accept mandarin spoken with mild accents. And then maybe the industry can eventually move on to scripts that include other regional languages.

I'm already seeing Cantonese speaking actors randomly injecting Canto into scenes in smaller productions, so I'm hoping it happens more and more.

One of my peeves are cdrama reviewers who hate regional accents even though they're very mild. Because I'm like... this is something that exists in reality. Don't contribute to the sort of atmosphere that says being multilingual in your country's own recognized languages is bad because it leads to skewing of your accent. Accent skewing is one of the reasons I'm given when I find Cantonese speaking parents refusing to teach their children Cantonese -- so they will have good mandarin/English.

Just bringing this up because someone I was discussing MLC with mentioned to me that they can hear Joseph Zeng Shunxi's southern accent and it bothers them enough they thought he should be dubbed by someone else until he can fix it. And I'm like... are you on crack? IF he has an accent, it's so mild that i can't hear it? (Tho fair enough I'm Cantonese speaking myself so my regional mandarin accent recognition is limited to Beijing, Taiwan, HK-learned-mandarin-late-in-life, and China-standard) But he obviously grew up speaking mandarin as one of his main languages? Like maybe it's your ears that should get used to other ppl from other places in their own country speaking the language the way the ppl in their area do?

[mysticfemme]

Hi… from one (formally) heartbroken butch, I recommend you go out and start making as many new memories as possible right now. Try new things, go to new places (even if it’s taking a different route to work). When you become someone she never knew, it’s harder for her to reach you in your thoughts and dreams. If you’re like me, you’re going to start seeing her in other’s peoples faces and start hearing her in other people’s voices. It’ll mess with your head. It’ll fry your senses. And right when you think you’re okay, the memories and feelings of yore will drag you right back to that dark place. To missing her. Don’t ruminate on the “what-if’s.” What’s been done has been done. Don’t try to push away your feelings, wield them and push through them. Don’t even worry about being lonely. You’re less lonely when you’re a full person than when you’re with someone who makes you feel like half yourself. You are experiencing one of the greatest human emotions, and you’re strong enough to ride the waves as they hit you. You are so strong. Remember that.

Hhh thank you anon I really appreciate this 😭 I've been trying to make loads of plans with ppl but I can't do much until the end of Jan because I live in a super rural area and I don't trust myself to live on my own again until I have to go back to uni

I really want to figure out ways to make friends to go clubbing and go to bars with and I DESPERATELY want some queer friends to go to pride with this year but it's so so hard finding them when even my uni city is one of the smallest cities in the country 😭😭

but having this happen has definitely made me so much more determined to just be the version of myself I want to be (to the best of my ability) and you're so right anon

I am currently planning a holiday and my friend wants to plan another one but idk if I'll be busy or have the money for it 😭 I've not been abroad since I was 4 so it would be an experience for sure

[angel-gidget]

That post of the ducks all meeting each other reminds me of how much a visit from a friend contained an Element of Surprise.

These days, it can be seen as rude to show up at a friend’s house without warning.

But before we all had cell phones, surprise visits were way more of a thing.

I can’t remember how many times as a kid I’d hear a ringing of the doorbell and rush to see who was there. Then would come the voice of one of my parent’s friends saying “I was in the area, so…”

They had some other event or errand that brought them to our part of town. There was no opportunity to call ahead. But they were in the area. No more than 10 min away from us, so they decided to try their luck with the doorbell and see if friends would answer.

It was such a pleasantly exciting thing to see a friend, just… unexpected. Out of nowhere. And yeah, sometimes the living room was messy. Or we had to go run errands soon. Or we already had a relative over, and had to introduce people and split attention between them. But that was okay, because friend! Had come to visit!

“I was in the area.”

It was such a phrase. It was Hello. It was I’m sorry if this is Actually an Inconvenient Time. It was sometimes probably a lie for ppl who were just awkward or forgetful about phone calls. It was a legitimate reason. It was sometimes I Love You.

It’s just a memory now.

Sometimes I miss it.

[boralogues]

Hello i have more two wuv headcannons :) this time it's how well the freaks can see (idk why i just thought of this) zubin- Because zube's hair is always covering his eyes he can't rlly see, so he relies on hearing a lot more. he can tell who's walking into/out of a room just by the sound their footsteps make. sometimes he parts his hair over one eye so he can look at ppl, especially meeting them for the first time (like seeing random ppl in the forest). sometimes his hair pokes his eyes so he has to brush it out the way before it inevitably falls back (i had a fringe that was exactly like this it sucked) joe- since half of joe's face is burned and he can't see out of one eye he uses glasses (those tiny oval ones in like, every photo ever) to help his normal eye work better. the normal eye is still a little bit fuzzy due to the burns, but the glasses cover that. rob- he's always crying so even when he isn't his eyes are all cloudy and wet. he wears his glasses but they don't do much due to how much he cries, and how cracked they are. andrew- andy lives in the forest like 99% of the time so he's gotten really used to the dark, to the point where he can see better when it's dark than light (basically semi-nightvision). he's developed a sensitivity to bright light so he wears a pair of stolen sunglasses if he's ever somewhere too bright (like if someone shone [is shone the right word? im in extended english i should know this] a flashlight near him) ross- since we still havent gotten any ross lore >:( (/j) i dont have much to work off of. im just gonna say he can see normally, just a little fuzzy due to injuries bora- also dont have much to work off. he has the best eyesight out of everyone. he pays reaaallly close attention to things. mostly his rats. (he can tell all of them apart by their fur, but he gives them little fabric bows or something so everyone knows which ones which) casey- i think in an older post (i think it was that fic someone wrote i forgor who) it mentioned casey falling and hitting his eye on a rock. so that eye is either completely or mostly blind. he wears an eyepatch over it bcs he finds it cool and practical. candi made him do a pirate voice while he was wearing it and that was one of few happy moments these freaky little guys have. its now a running joke between them steve- i think it was the first post/ask w him in it where the asker mentioned he could dilate his pupils like a cat so screw it. his eyes are exactly like cats. everyone thinks its cool and steve just nods cause he doesnt speak. candi- i think i already mentioned it but because of the scar over her eyes, everythings slightly blurry for her. she struggles with objects that are too far away, but it's nothing too severe. she's probably tried out the other's glasses/stolen ones from people in the forest and they might help a bit. but she doesnt want to take them when the others need them so she doesnt wear glasses (she probably put a pair of glasses on and was like. "wait why is everything in hd?")

AAAAAH YES ! need more headcanons about them that's just. Mundane stuff like this I adore it.

Zubins is. Scarily accurate this guy would be basing everything off of hearing shit that is too real

JOE W THE GLASSES YEEEEES OH MY GOD !!!!!!! AHGH I love that I must draw Joe w the glasses ... too real

Oh yeah Rob :(.. his glasses would be all cracked n broken and even rusty from the excess of tears ... sigh :(

Shone is the right word!! Andrew would absolutely be sensitive to light, he'd hiss like a cat if some random hiker flashed a flashlight in his direction, or even getting near a campfire hurts his eyes. I love the idea of him having some sunglasses so he can explore brighter areas with campfires/lights :>

I PROMISE ILL BE WRITING OUT SOME ROSS LORE SOON MY APOLOGIES.. I got that procrastination ADHD ... but yes I do think Ross would have the best vision out of all of them.

AWWW THE IDEA OF BORA PUTTING LITTLE BOWS N STUFF ON HIS RATS IS SOOOO Q_Q <3<3<3 LOVE THAT !! I think Bora would have pretty bad vision but he'd get Andrew to steal him some glasses... he'd definitely lose them and his rats would have to find them and bring them back to him 😭

CASEY. YES!!!!! CANDI AND CASEY JOKING ABT HIS EYEPATCH ... AND NOBODY ELSE GETTING THEIR INSIDE JOKE AUUGGJDHFHF <3

Steve eye dilation realness <3

HAHDHAHDHD YESS CANDI TRUTH !!! I love the idea of her stealing the others glasses / trying them on 😭 IMO I think the others wouldn't notice but Joe would definitely notice his glasses gone and he'd get frustrated...

I love these soo much I'm so sorry i replied so late... I read these a while back and smiled so big and these made me smile so big again :)) thank you <3 I promise Ross lore soon..

[allusiontomemes]

71 72 73 28

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Atm? Definitely writing. Normally? Reading. I love reading other ppl's stuff. I scour the tags for new fics...

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

Honestly? It was when someone else was inspired to do something because of something I've written. That's always the best kind of compliment.

73. What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

Definitely character voices. I've seen a lot of people say stuff like "I can hear it in their voice," which is really nice. It means I'm doing well LOL

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

Fluff. I want to get better at just writing characters doing things without needing to get from point A to point B. I'm always so focused on the plot points that it can sometimes hinder the flow of the fic, leaving things feeling somewhat staggered rather than free-flowing.

hi bombii :)