#so mom and i are gonna nip that one in the bud

[theriverpointace]

the "vantage" theme is theo's, right??

[cameronsprincess]

what about reader is pregnant and rafe lovessssss her big and swollen boobs

i love this duo. pregnant/mom reader with rafe🙂‍↕️ so thank u for sending this in!

CW: pregnant!reader, titty sucking and grabbing, lowkey canon rafe, but he’s also down bad for reader n her tits.

note: there was two ways i could have taken this, and i chose this. hope y’all enjoy!🥰

He had always loved your tits. From the moment you had met him, Rafe was always touching your boobs in some way.

Whether it was grabbing at them with his hands any and everywhere, or laying his head on them when he slept, — saying they were his ‘pillows’ — Rafe was obsessed with your boobs.

But, since he’d knocked you up, and your tits had grew a significant amount — all swollen and big — Rafe was even more obsessed with them.

You were currently in the shower, trying to soothe your aching boobs when the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing catches your attention.

“Rafe?” you said softly, knowing it was him.

He didn’t respond though.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, shaking your head softly before you moved back under the stream of hot water pouring from the shower. Your right hand softly gripped one of your tits, massaging it softly to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling.

Squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on soothing the pain you were feeling, you didn’t hear the shower door open, or Rafe stepping inside behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist had you jumping, eyes popped open and a small scream coming from you.

“Oh fuck, Rafe! What’re you-” you tried asking, but his hands gripping harshly at your tits had you clamping your mouth shut.

“Shhhh, let me take care of you baby girl, you’re in pain, huh?”

You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut again as his large palms gently massaged your tits, making the intense pressure on them subside.

“Y-Yeah… They’re so swollen and they hurt, Rafe..”

Rafe shushed you once again, continuing the gentle squeezing and kneading movements with his hands.

A moan slips past your lips, “Rafe.. That feels..”

“Good?” He finishes your thought for you.

You nod your head, “Yeah.. So good.”

Rafe dips his head down, leaving a kiss on your shoulder and neck before he whispers in your ear, “Your tits are so beautiful, baby. So fuckin’ swollen and big.. Just wanna suck on them.”

His hands squeezed at your breasts harder, making your knees feel weak. You moaned again, Rafe growling in your ear before he drops his hands and spins your body around to face him, pressing your back into the cold shower wall.

“Gonna suck on these perfect tits baby, gonna make the pain go away. Just relax f’me, aight?”

You nod your head, letting out a breathless, “yeah.”

Next thing you knew, Rafe was lifting you into his arms, your swollen, pregnant belly pushing into his firm chest. You opened your mouth to tell him you’re too heavy for him to be holding right now, but a moan slips out instead when Rafe wraps his lips around your hardened nipple.

He sucked hard, nipping at the pebbled bud with his teeth and dragging it out before releasing it, moving his mouth to the other breast and repeating his actions.

Rafe licked, bit, and sucked on your tits, your mind going fuzzy from how good he was making you feel, the pain from mere minutes ago long forgotten now.

“Shit, Rafe… Feels so good, please, don’t stop.”

Rafe bites at your nipple again before releasing it and looking into your eyes, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart. These tits are so fucking beautiful as is, but goddamn, they’re so sexy right now. Swollen and big, gonna have to keep you knocked up forever just so your tits stay like this.”

You giggled, slapping at his chest. “I don’t think I can do this too many times, baby. My whole body hurts, but, I’ll let you knock me up a few more times to get your fix of my big, swollen boobs.”

Rafe smiled widely, his blue eyes shining with adoration and excitement. “Sounds good to me. Now relax, and let me take care of my girl.”

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[hypnagogics]

more thinkin, more blurbin is being done so...now i can't stop thinking about kissing all over ellie's body before you go down on her HEH. #givemethat. as per uzh idfk what this is. foreplay blurb? kinda fluffy, nsfw but not tewww much? HAPPY TRAIL MENTION. "where are all these random ass blurbs coming from?" ask ur mom.

you admire her bare form with nothing but love in your eyes, grinning widely at the sight before you. she looked so beautiful like this, a sea of creamy skin adorned with cinnamon flecks and a coral dusting of blush, the thinnest sheen of sweat making her sparkle like a fairy.

tattoed hand rising to cover her face, "you gonna keep staring at me or you gonna do something?" she probed with a light teasing edge to her voice—despite her shyness, she was charmed.

"ellie, you're too fuckin' pretty. do you know that?" the blush in her face only deepened to a fresh crimson color, the flattery feeling foreign to her. "i'm gonna take my time." you mumble, slowly leaning in to her neck, which she had so conveniently craned her head to the side to give you easy access. you kiss, you nip, and you nibble on the sweet, sensitive skin, making sure to hover over her in such a way that your body grazes hers just right. content sighs fall from her lips and she closes her eyes in enjoyment.

you begin the descent—smooch, smooch, smooch on her throat to her elegant collarbones, then you drop down to her soft chest. you bring your hand to paw at the flesh, circling her pebbled nipple with your thumb, while you lower your mouth to the other one, wrap your lips around the bud and suck her in your mouth. she grips onto your head tightly, her back arching at the sensation, breathy moans of your name filling your ears. "thats— that's so good." you release her with a pop, then move on down some more.

you place your hands on her sides, fingertips dancing on her hipbones, tongue exploring her skin, tasting her. you kiss a line down the center of her abdomen, paying special attention to her happy trail, naturally. you licked a stripe up the entire length of it, raising your line of sight to stare her right in the eyes.

she bucked her hips up in frustration, growing increasingly needy for your touch elsewhere. she whined and huffed, grumbling, "cmon, stop being such a fuckin' tease." but you paid no mind, she always got what she craved in the end. you were having a jolly old time making this simply agonizing.

you smiled against her skin, her spunky attitude being one of your favorite features of hers. so you shifted even further downward and decided you'd hook your hands under her thighs and push them up high—almost flush to her chest, putting her on full display for you. you saw the way she was breathing, her chest rising and falling with impatience, and noticed the stifled whimpers fighting their way out of her bitten lips.

you gently squeezed the supple flesh of her thighs, running your mouth along the inside and kissing to your heart's content—not one freckle left un-smooched. you moved inward, and stopped to suck—making sure to leave a small blooming purplish mark, as a lovely reminder for later. you savored her softness for a little while longer, then finally moved all the way in to shove your face in her dripping core, and pleasured her 'till she shook. ♡

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[luveline]

What about if in Eddie and Roan, Eddie and Reader' are both occupied with wedding stuff or smth else and they left Roan with either Wayne or Steve and Robin, and it's just fluffy fluff about them being the best uncles/grandpa ever?

Roan wraps her arms around his neck. “Why can’t I come?” 

Her dad has pretty much always felt like an extension of her. He’s dad. So when she doesn’t get to go places with him that aren't work or school, it doesn’t make sense. She’d care less if Uncle Wayne wasn’t too tired for a slumber party, because her Uncle Wayne is the best uncle ever. 

“Baby,” Eddie says, in that soft sweet voice that means she’s being let down easy, “you can’t come because it’s a lot to do in one day, okay?” He encourages her face back. He’s on his knees to be her height, but he’s still taller. “I know you want to come, but it won’t be any fun at all. We have to go argue with people all day. Y/N’s gonna put on her scary mommy pants and I’m gonna have to back her up because she’s my girl.” 

Roan just looks at him. Eddie grins. 

“Okay, but will you bring me something?” she asks in a whisper. 

You laugh where you’re standing in the doorway behind him. 

“What do you want?” he asks. 

She leans in to whisper in his ear. When she pulls away, he’s squaring his expression into something quite fierce. She’s confident she’ll have what she asks for as soon as he’s home. 

You and Eddie kiss her goodbye, hands quick to intertwine as you walk down the driveway, though you take your hand back to wave at her with both hands when you realise she’s waiting on the porch for you to go. 

Steve holds her shoulder. “Should we go back inside?” 

Roan tips her head back. “Steve…” 

“What, babe?” 

“Can we get ice cream?” 

He holds her gaze. “Maybe. Depends.” 

“On what?” 

“We have dinner first, and you have to eat two vegetables. Because last time your dad said I’m terrible at looking after you.” 

“You’re not terrible,” Roan says, shaking her head vehemently. 

Roan offers him her arms and he picks her up. When she was a baby Steve and Robin used to call her Princess Ro on account of her never being put down, but that was usually because she’d been traded from arm to arm rather than her being demanding. She was demanding, of course, she was a baby. 

“Thank you, Roan. I know I’m not terrible, your dad just loves giving me a hard time.” 

“He does that to me too.” 

“He does not,” Steve chastises, “your dad is a great dad. Just don’t tell him I said that.” 

“Me and dad don’t have secrets,” she says. 

“I know, that’s why he’s a good dad.” Steve sighs forlornly. “Ew. Let’s be less sincere from now on. What movie do you wanna watch?” 

“You have The Little Mermaid?” 

Obviously Steve has The Little Mermaid. He plops Roan down on the couch and she balls herself up tightly. Steve thinks she might be a bit grouchy today, but it’s hard to say yet. He tries to nip it in the bud before it can start, wrapping her in the blanket she likes with the soft ends and cutting her a boat load of apples for peanut butter. “Thanks, Uncle Steve,” she says, stretching her legs out over his thigh. Steve squeezes one of her feet until she grumbles and pulls it away. “I forgot you do that.” 

Steve laughs loudly. “Do what, babe?” 

“You’re like dad. You aga-vate.” 

“I do, huh?” he asks, patting her leg. “Sorry. Just teasing.” 

“Mom says teasing is okay if it doesn’t hurt your feelings.” 

“Did I hurt your feelings?” 

“You hurt my foot.” 

“I’m sorry,” he says, laughing, because he knows it didn’t hurt too much. 

“It’s okay. I don’t want feet, I want a fish tail.” 

“You do not,” Steve says, squeezing under her knee. She grumbles more and kicks at him, a few of her apple slices sliding off of her plate and onto the blanket. She doesn’t notice. 

Robin lets herself in not long after. She’s in sweatpants with her hair up, arms laden with soda and bags of chips. “Hey, Ro,” she says. Even when Roan was a baby, Robin has talked to her like she’s an adult. “You look comfortable. Did you miss me?” 

Roan seems to have missed Robin lots —Robin sits down and within twenty minutes has Roan snuggled under her arm, another twenty and she’s giggling sleepily at the murderous chef trying to cook the Little Mermaid’s crab friend. 

Steve and Robin are best friends, and great watchers, though it’s much easier to look after a kid when you’re allowed to spoil them. They feed Roan chips and soda (though they aren’t animals, the soda is limited to one small cup, and the chips are before a dinner that includes three different vegetables), and they let her jump on the couch and climb up on the kitchen counter to play with the soap dispenser. 

Pick up time comes and passes. Roan sits kicking her feet on the kitchen table, her coat unzippered and her wellies hitting the chair. “Are they late?” she asks. 

Steve offers her a slice of orange. “Yeah, babe, it looks like it.” 

“Are they gonna never come back?” 

“Of course they’re coming back,” Robin says, “your dad has no personality outside of you. He needs you to be happy.” 

Roan smiles to herself. “Yes,” she agrees, taking a bite of her orange. 

Steve kneels in front of her and pulls the two sides of her jacket together. “Your teeth are orange.” 

Roan accidentally drops the orange rind out of her teeth. It rolls down her legs and hits him in the shirt, leaving a greeny tinged stain on his blue polo. “Oh, I’m sorry.” 

“That’s okay,” he says, zipping her coat to the collar and brushing her hair back away from her sticky cheeks gently, “I’ll just charge your dad extra.” 

“You’re the best, Uncle Steve,” Roan decides. 

He strokes her hair behind her ears. “You are the best, Roan. My favourite Munson ever.” 

Her eyes light with joy. “Really?” 

“Really truly.” 

“That’s a bit controversial,” Robin says, clipping Roan’s backpack shut to house what was left of her chips. 

“I don’t like Eddie and Wayne doesn’t tell me good job when I wash my hands.” Steve shrugs. “No competition.” 

The phone rings. When Robin picks up, she says that it’s Eddie, and Eddie needs to talk to Steve, who, after a short conversation, passes the phone to Roan. 

“Dad?”

“Hey, baby! Sorry we’re not there, we went to the wrong place for mom’s hair stuff and it was a disaster, we won’t be home for another hour, I’m sorry. Are you really mad?” 

“I'm not really mad.” 

“I’m bringing you a present, remember? So can you keep being a good girl for Uncle Steve? No shouting?” 

Roan decides this is alright. Eddie tells her he loves her about six times and Roan hands the phone back up because she can’t reach the receiver, letting Steve hang up. She frowns at the floor, her head hanging, dark hair curling in front of her eyes.

“How about we make use of your shoes and coat and go get that ice cream I promised?” he suggests. “Anything you want. You did eat all your vegetables.” 

Robin rolls her eyes. Roan slouches sadly into his legs, the beginnings of a smile on her lips when she looks up at him and asks, “Hot fudge?” 

“As much hot fudge as you want,” he promises. 

[spiritsong]

OC Meme Tag Game

thank you for the tag dear @dolceaspidenera <3 You did indeed tag me in this an Actual Age Ago and I probably should have just let this post die a dignified death, but nope I'm STILL gonna do it anyway because it's been sitting in my drafts waiting for me to finish it!!!

aune

Nicknames:

In order acquired (also included aliases):

The Vessel by her mother, as well as Aune's last master

The Wrath of the Dark Dancer, or just the Wrath, by some of her fellow Eilistraeeans

Moonbeam by Imyrr, her late lover

Silverhair by Astarion earlier on, used mostly in a derogatory manner

Nightingale, dancer, little light by Astarion

Karlach tries to get Twinkletoes going but the death glare that Aune leveled at her nipped that in the bud

Pronouns: she/her (agender!!!)

Star sign: UNDECIDED I unfortunately know far too much about astrology to be able to answer this succinctly lol

Height: 6'

Orientation: bi/pan (with a preference for femmes or non-binary people); demisexual, polyamorous

Race: half-Drow (mom is a Drow, dad is half-Moon Elf)

Romancing: Astarion

Favourite fruit: Elderberries

Favourite season: Fall (specifically the transitional time between fall and winter)

Favourite flower: Ghost pipe

Favourite scent: Beeswax, dusty tomes, wet soil, anything frequently burned in holy places (temple incense, frankincense, rosemary, sweetgrass, etc.)

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Tea

Average sleep hours: 5-6

Dogs or cats: She likes both but has a preference for cats, as elven cats, feystags, silver tabbies, and any cat with silver eyes have a connection to Eilistraee. She's used to spending a lot of time around them as they populated the shrine/temple where Aune used to live.

Amount of blankets: One; perfectly used to having none

Random fact: Aune fought in the War of the Silver Marches, where Drizzt Do'Urden was present and served as a commander on the same side. She knows about Astarion's fixation with him, but never thought to mention the aforementioned fact because it's not like she directly interacted with Drizzt at any point. It eventually comes up naturally in conversation, where she mentions it rather nonchalantly and Astarion is flabbergasted, jealous, and incredibly appalled that she didn't think it was worth telling him much earlier on.

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@witch-from-a-block-of-flats @andrigyn @birb--birb @my-dumb-obsessions

but some of you may have very well done this tag back when it was actually circulating, which in that case, my bad just ignore me 😅

[hurlumerlu]

I find it quite simple

a little Not Me fic about Gumpa and Black (sort of) bonding over being older siblings :

It was an evening like many others. Yok and Gram had already left, Sean with one of them, or both of them, or off to one of Namo’s haunts, leaving Gumpa to clean the table like a dissatisfied housewife. Except this time, Black was still here.

"These fuckers, I swear," he said, contemplating the wasteland of dirty plates and empty bottles, unlit cigarette already firmly in mouth. "This is how you can tell they’re all only children."

Gumpa almost pointed out that Black generally didn’t stick around to help either, but decided against it : the kid talking about anything else than their next move was a rare enough occurrence. Better not nip it in the bud.

"I don’t know about that," he mused instead. "My younger brother has three siblings and I don’t think he’s picked up after himself even once in his life."

"That’s what elder siblings are for."

"Ha ! Good thing my sisters didn’t see it that way. I would have gone mad, always taking care of a four-people mess all by myself."

"Aren’t you taking care of a five-people mess right now ?"

"You’re helping me, aren’t you ?"

Black snorted. They’d brought the dishes to the courtyard and set out to clean them. "So, you’re the eldest of four ?"

"Two sisters, one brother. You ?"

"Eldest too, by an hour. He took his sweet time."

"A twin ?"

"You think ?"

"Okay, smartass." He flicked water at him. Black rolled his eyes, but said nothing. The heat of the day had lessened, and the night air was companionably warm – the silence too.

It remained that way until they were back inside, cigarette smoked, dishes stored, table wiped, and Gumpa took two beers from the fridge.

"About what we do," asked Black. "Do your siblings know ?"

Gumpa opened his bottle and swallowed a mouthfull. It gave him some time. "No. No one does. A few years ago, my sister – the oldest – was arrested for helping women get illegal abortions." He tensed despite himself, bracing for the usual comments and questions, but Black didn’t talk. He just kept looking at him with the aggressive focus typically reserved for their plans. "As you can guess, this was a pretty hard time for the family. Harder for her, of course, she’s not done building herself back up, but – if I can save my parents some worries over another child… I have to try, at least."

"But you didn’t tel your sister either. The oldest, I mean."

"Nah." He couldn’t help but smile.  "She’d try to help."

To his surprise, Black was smiling too, and raised his beer in an I’ll-drink-to-that gesture. It seemed as good a time as any to pry.

"And your brother, does he know ?"

The smile vanished like it’d never been there.

"We were separated," Black said, after a long enough moment that Gumpa had wondered if the conversation was over. "When our parents divorced.  Father took one, Mom the other. I tried to write, but I assume they intercepted my letters – don’t ask me why, I won’t answer. And don’t tell me that’s fucked up because I already know."

What was there to reply to that ? Gumpa took another beer and held it out. Black nodded curtly.

"I don’t want him anywhere near all that anyway. He’s not like me, he’s..." He gave a vague handwave, leaving it for Gumpa to figure out. Softer. Fragile. Better, maybe, as in worth more. "It’s ugly here, and it’s only gonna get worse."

There they were.

"Things getting worse, is that why you didn’t leave tonight ?"

"Nothing gets past you."

"Come on, Black."

"My roommate, my – the guy I’m crashing at, I told you about him."

"Todd."

"Hmm. He’s more crooked than I believed, I think. Or exactly as much, but I’m only facing it now."

"Black..."

"I don’t need comfort. I don’t need your input at all. I’ll deal with him if I have to, and that’s the end of it. Understood ?"

"Normally I’d tell you off for bossing me around under my roof, but you get a pass this time. Understood, I won’t meddle."

"Thanks."

"Don’t make me regret it."

"Oh, piss off."

The impulse came, unexpected : to ruffle the younger man’s hair, give him an embarassing hug. He didn’t indulge. They weren’t brothers.

"Gumpa ?"

"Yes ?"

"Can I stay here tonight ? I’ll sleep on the couch, and I’ll be gone first thing in the morning."

You can stay as long as you need, he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure it would be well received.

"Sean might not even come back tonight. You could sleep in his bed."

"I’d rather gouge my eyes out," replied Black quite genially, and they went back to their drink.

"I met your brother the other day."

Black, of course, doesn’t answer.

"Kid just showed up at your uni, all dressed like you and ready to poke his nose into everything. He’s in over his head, and scared shitless, but he holds on for your sake. You should be proud."

Gumpa sighs. He can’t stay long – it was a bad idea, coming here, but he had to.

"I don’t know who told him about you. And I don’t know how to convince him to trust us. But I’ll look after him, you have my word. I’m trying to make him stay at the garage. Let’s hope he’s less of a loner than you."

He rises. There is nothing more to say, nothing more to do. No point in ruminating his failures. He still looks back before he lets the curtain drop.

"If he does take me up on the offer," he says. "I’ll make him room with Sean. With any luck, that’ll piss you off enough fo you to wake up."

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Fic background ask question! You mentioned that you chose House Costayne for Otto’s mother’s house, what drew you to that house specifically? Did that house influence Otto or his mother in any specific way? 🖤💛

Ahh, thank youu! This is gonna be very long & rambly, so I'm putting it under a cut

So, ngl, I haven't fleshed out Hobert & Otto's mom a whole lot--and given that Steffan Rhodri (Hobert's actor) & Rhys Ifans are both in their mid 50s when HOTD starts, it feels like a safe assumption that both their parents are probably dead & not just their dad. So I've been working with the assumption that Unnamed Costayne Mother had them a bit later in life & has been dead since my fic started (not unlike Lord Yorbert Royce, but hers was just plain "being old" instead of cancer). So you can see why I thought "maybe I don't need to do a whole bunch with her," especially given how expansive the cast of the fic already is.

Mostly, I picked her being part of House Costayne because I thought it would be so silly if Hobert & Otto just were the cousins of Ella, Yorick, & Aemon's uncle. A kind of Five Degrees of Kevin Bacon thing. So many people are so many other people's cousins in my fic that it's just very "Why not? It's very silly at this point." So that's why those guys' mom is the paternal aunt of Lord Owen Costayne, who is Lady Rhea Royce's brother-in-law (the one she likes). It's funny to me if those two guys are related to Stoic Sports Man Who Lets His Wife Peg Him & have that much more connection to my main OCs (especially since Otto is beefing with Yorick when he's a literal small child for no other reason than "this is my rival's son").

The secondary, & less crucial to my decision making, reason I picked House Costayne is that if I'm already altering canon so much in terms of shuffling some of the Dance alliances around, & was already planning to make the Costaynes be with The Greens because them siding against their liege lords apropos of nothing didn't make sense to me, then why not just give them a whole bunch of connections there? I'm already giving House Costayne a reason to side with Aegon (their Lady is the aunt of my OCs), so let's just make Lord Owen be Otto's cousin too! So it's really more "just tie these guys to the Hightowers even more than they were before."

A thing to remember about me is, "yes I know the lore, but I also sometimes forget it." This is how we get things like "I accidentally made Borros Baratheon have a connection to Criston Cole because I forgot which house Criston's dad works for" & "I accidentally made implications that Otto is, like, probably the nephew of Elinor Costayne." So that's fun. SOTF Version of Ser Otto Hightower, man that you are. Being Hand for 3 Targaryen Kings (pay no attention to him getting fired twice) while also very much having a mom who was directly related to one of the Black Brides. I have Elinor in my big, main family tree & still forgot that implication & it makes everything have directly trackable motivations, but also be so, so much funnier. Hand to the guy who almost killed Maegor out of some weird sense of ambitious gratitude (the throne beat Jaehaerys to it, & honestly, slay), Hand to that guy's grandson to try & nip future problems in the bud (& stay on that bureaucratic grindset), beef with your boss's brother because "I don't like his vibe. He might try some fuckshit--don't you remember what happened last time one of you guys had a little brother with a wife he disliked & zero enrichment in his enclosure?," spend the rest of his life trying to head off issues that may or may not exist. I'm not saying I've made Otto an unintentional hero or that he's justified & absolved in anything, because he absolutely 10000000% is not. I'm saying I've made him be a character in a workplace comedy who thinks he's in a prestige drama, because SOTF is a comedy actually.

The weird cocktail of "your dad was an overly strict prick with standards in the stratosphere who never said he was proud or hugged either of you," & "equally kind of cold & pragmatic mom who had to helplessly watch as her relative was forced to marry The Actual Worst Guy To Happen To Westeros So Far & just never recovered" is what made Hobert & Otto Like That

[primatechnosynthpop]

Ok since @urineedward asked here's the vision I have so far for my Mel Venkman au (that's what I'm calling it even though that wouldn't actually be her legal name in this concept... also despite me calling it an au it's not not canon compliant, technically)

Mel's mom realized too late after having a brief relationship (or possibly just a one-night stand) with Peter that he was kind of a creep and a jackass and generally not good father material, so she didn't tell him she was pregnant (he didn't reach out to her again either; if he had she might have told him) and generally wants nothing to do with him

Mel starts asking if she has a dad and if so who and where he is basically as soon as she's old enough to grasp that most children have two parents. Her mom is pretty evasive, but that only drives Mel's curiosity further

When the Ghostbusters' commercials start airing on TV, her mom would always sigh and change the channel, which got Mel's attention (she'd be about 5 or 6 at this point). She feels oddly drawn to one of the men in the commercial, and would loudly protest that she wants to see. After finally getting the chance to see their commercial in full, staring right at the screen totally blissed out the whole time, she proclaims that she has a crush on Dr. Venkman and wants to marry him. Upon hearing that, her mom is like ohh ok I need to nip THAT in the bud before things get really weird around here, so she finally sits Mel down and explains the situation

Of course as soon as she knows the truth Mel immediately insists on meeting her father. Her mother argues with her about it, but Mel ~always gets what she wants~ and so her mom reluctantly agrees to take her by the firehouse to meet the ghostbusters-- but acting like Mel is just a random kid who happens to be a big fan, NOT telling Peter or any of the others the truth

It's kind of a secret test on her part to see if Peter is worth giving another chance, not romantically but in terms of being a part of Mel's life. Unfortunately he fails this secret test miserably by A) not remembering Mel's mother, and B) smoking and making rude jokes around the small child. Mel's mom vows to never take her back there again, but for Mel it's one of the best days of her life

Just as Mel and her mom are leaving Janine comes in and says "aww who was that Dr. V? Your niece?" and when Peter says no, it's just some strange weirdly clingy kid, Winston narrows his eyes and is like [mystery fan mode engaged] "y'know I wasn't gonna say anything but she does look a lot like you" at which point Ray gets a worried look and goes "uhh yeah Peter I think I recognize that woman, didn't you go out with her once?" And ok I've seen conflicting headcanons on this but if Egon knows about Callie at this point he's sweating through the whole conversation. And when Peter goes "what, no, if we had a kid together the lady obviously would have told me" Egon kind of wants to strangle him

Over the next several months Mel keeps trying to meet her dad again any way she can, from making phony calls saying her house is haunted to trying to jump out of her mother's car and run after the Ecto-1 if she sees it on the street

Between GB1 and GB2 when they're shut down, Mel's mom tells her something like, "see? I told you he wasn't a good person. He and his friends were just scammers trying to take advantage of people" but Mel is NOT having it because in her father-stalking efforts she's seen them at work and knows they were legit. During this time she watches World of the Psychic religiously

When Mel hears the former ghostbusters are available to book for birthday parties she jumps at the chance. When Ray and Winston show up instead of her dad she's sooo pissed off and tries to blow them up with her mind, but for them this basically confirms the theory that she is in fact Peter's daughter or at least really thinks she is. They tell him to try talking to Mel and her mom but Peter is like "what am I supposed to do? Show up at this woman's house unannounced? Or would you prefer I tried talking to her ten-year-old daughter in private, on the schoolyard maybe?"

...Alright I haven't really nailed down how it would go from here-- maybe after the events of GB2 Mel's mom finally comes around after seeing that Peter really has grown and changed; maybe something happens to Mel's mom (possibly even orchestrated by Mel herself) and she ends up in Peter and Dana's care; or maybe nothing changes aside from Mel slowly gaining more freedom as she grows up. One way or another, they form a more reciprocal father-daughter bond over time, but it always stays a bit messy (because really, how could it not)

Mel came to resent her mother for keeping her away from her dad (willfully ignorant of her mother's very valid reasons) and latches onto Dana as a sort of replacement mother figure in her teenage years, although not quite to the extent of a full-on stepmom. She doesn't really form a familial bond with Oscar, but she does babysit for him a fair bit, and is jealous of him getting to have her father as a stepdad

I feel like this goes without saying but Mel studies psychology because she's inspired by her dad <3

Peter gives her tips on how to seduce people which she uses on Doug when she meets him. When he gives her these tips he does not realize that Mel has her eye on someone considerably older than her and is not happy when he finds out. He never really gets over this and continues to hope that Mel will wisen up and leave Doug eventually

Mel talks to her dad on the phone about the conchords like "...and one time I snuck into their apartment and went through their cupboards and guess what? Bret has a mold collection <3 isn't that sooo cute? Just like Dr. Spengler!" And Peter is like *melancholy slightly bitter sigh* "yeah just like Spengs huh... well listen, if those kiwi boys of yours ever start going on about how the world's going to end, you get the hell out of there, okay sweetie?"

It's absolutely imperative that Jemaine and Bret have no idea who the ghostbusters are. Mel introduces them to her father and they're just like "??? Who's this guy?" Both Peter and Mel are obviously scandalized; Mel is like "umm excuse you he literally saved New York in the 80s!!" to which the conchords point out they weren't in New York in the 80s, they were in New Zealand

(Murray thinks he knows who the ghostbusters are but he's actually got them mixed up with the men in black. Dave absolutely knows who they are though-- Dr. Venkman was his idol growing up-- and he's almost as scandalized as Mel that the kiwis don't know about him)

Idk exactly how close Mel would be to the rest of the team especially since this is movie verse and the ghostbusters as a business were never around for all that long in the movie timeline the way they were in the cartoon or the comics... but I think she's at least enough of a figure in their lives and vice versa that she convinces Ray to attend a FotC concert at some point. He ends up loving it and becomes their second biggest fan

[dragonmasterhiccup]

———

When Hiccup and Eret came knocking, Danny was cuddled up close by Valka’s side, listening intently to her story.

Though she was unable to doze off like she would’ve usually done, still wound up by the news of a supposed threat lurking around Berk.

Perking up, she nodded. “Yeah, It’s his,” she said. She knew his knock by this point, due to all the times he’s come to the room to talk with her.

She waited patiently for Valka to return with Hiccup, but upon hearing that they had brought a ‘friend’ with them, Danny tensed up, looking up at the older woman with fear in her eyes. “Someone new? B-but what if it’s him—“ Her eyes widened. “Eret?! No, nonono, he’s bad, he’s a bad guy, why is he here? He’s, he’s gonna hurt me—“ She exclaimed, her breaths now coming out in short, quick bursts.

So this Danny did know Eret, just not long enough for her to deem him as something other than a threat.

Upon seeing him, the girl scampered over on the couch, so that she was now hidden behind Valka.

Eret honestly had no clue what to do about this, he was mostly just in shock. He wanted to question how this all happened, but all he could think about was that Hiccup was right; this was Danielle, just a lot younger, and she knew him, which just made this whole situation worse.

He was never good at the whole ‘comforting’ thing, never really the best with kids to add on to that. It seemed like that was more of a Haddock thing.

Thinking back [which was a bit of a struggle to do], he didn’t know how to make Danny feel better, but he did know how to not make her feel worse.

He stayed where he was, not daring to near the frightened girl, and he spoke with the gentlest voice he could muster. “Hey, Danielle— Danny, I… I’m going to stay right here, okay?”

No response, just her fearful eyes locked on his.

“Okay, well, I can assure you that I mean no harm, and see Hiccup?” He gestured to the young Chief. “He’s right here, yeah? And you know that he would never bring anyone to you who might hurt you, yes?”

That garnered a tiny nod from Danny, who was still hidden almost completely behind Valka.

Eret then looked at Hiccup, not really knowing how to go from here. He did nod though, symboling that this definitely was Danielle, and that he definitely did believe him.

Valka reassured Danny, "If it were the man Hiccup was worried about, I would not let him inside. I promise, it's okay, lass."

Seeing Danny's reaction made Hiccup's heart sink, he didn't want to cause her any grief.

Hiccup moved further inside, and stood between the others, still facing Danny.

Returning Eret's nod, he tried to think of an explanation for...all of this.

"Yes, uh, Eret, he wanted to check with me and mom on a few things really quickly, and then we'll be out of your hair."

Valka turned to Danny. "Danny, dear, would you head to the kitchen and help yourself to some bread? I'm sure you must be getting hungry. I'll be there to join you in just a moment."

Once out of earshot, Hiccup gave Valka the short version of what happened.

He finished with, "Now that Eret knows it's true, we're going to nip this Spitelout problem in the bud."

------------

Once they left, Valka joined Danny in the kitchen, making tea for both of them.

"I'm so sorry about that, Danny. Are you doing alright now?"

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Hiccup and Eret found Spitelout rather quickly near the forge.

Zephyr had fallen asleep, chin resting on Hiccup's shoulder as they walked.

He looked over at Eret. "I'm sorry to drag you into this, but you were the only one who could help. I'll apologize in advance for anything Spitelout may say, as well."

Walking up to the disgruntled Berkian, Hiccup put on his best diplomatic tone.

"Spitelout, you wanted to speak with Eret, here he is. I figured it might be best for the three of us to talk this over, together."

[shining-stxrs]

She scoffed before flipping her red mane with her hand quite casually. "I don't care about cute. My mom has taught me relationships are all about getting what you want. I mean she married my dad for his money." She spoke quite casually over it. "Sure they get along well enough I guess but that's not the point. Romance is played out. Pretty sure I'd be a laughing stock if I married some bum just cause I was in love with them or whatever."

She never got what his fixation with romance was all about. The appeal of it all. Whenever she felt those warm and fuzzy feelings they made her wanna puke. Especially when it came to that confusion she felt over nikki. Good thing she nipped that in the bud while she still could.

She shrugged. "He may be dramatic but like so am I. I could outdo him any day of the week. We ended up getting along pretty well that one time we had to work together and he'd decent looking enough where I wouldn't have to be with someone butt ugly. If I got with someone like that it would flush my reputation down the toilet."

She nodded in agreement. "It's nice to know you have good taste. Next to you he's the most cleaned up boy here." She wasn't interested but she was relieved he was into someone decent. Oh no too late. She had a feeling this was gonna be bad. "Yeah no. I love you but like judging is my favorite thing to do. I can promise though I'll be more lenient with you than I would tabii about her stupid crush on neil."

✩ 「 @shining-stxrs​​ 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Sasha’s answer, unknowingly-repressed as it may be, still earns a contemplative hum from the thespian. Superficial as her reasoning is, it rings with truth. Not the type he’d been subtlety fishing for, but still juicy. Even if he has his suspicions about Sasha’s preferences, he can’t be the one to bring it up. Coming out— if that’s indeed what Sasha needs to do —is a deeply personal experience. Preston is pretty sure, anyway. As someone who has been teased for being ‘ Gay ’ before he even knew what that was, he hasn’t gotten the chance to officially come out. Not that he’s admitted to anything yet outside of camp…

But camp doesn’t count. It’s like… a safe bubble. Cut off from the ‘ real ’ world. Where he isn’t ‘ Preston Goodplay ’, but plain old Preston: the quiet recluse in drab, second-hand clothes who hasn’t once said he thinks boys are cute, yet gets mocked about how much he wants to kiss them anyway. On a good day. Kids aren’t often that kind when it comes to their ridicule.

He can understand why Sasha would prefer to pick a passionless relationship with Max… Hopefully it doesn’t STAY that way. Difficult as being himself may be, he hopes that one day, it’ll become normal for him. But for now, he’ll happily play the role when standing on this secret stage.

❝  Max, huh? Yeah, I guess I can see the appeal. Plus he’s kinda cute in a short, angry way… but personally, he’d be a bit too high maintenance for me. A relationship can only have one dramatic bitch and THAT role is already filled by moi~  ❞  Hand rests against a puffed out chest, other one outstretched into the air to further prove his point. Shrugging, he leisurely waves as if dismissing the possibility of Max as a partner,  ❝  It seems like it’d be a lot more trouble than it’s worth for something that might not even work out. I mean, yeah he has the skillset but does he have the DRIVE? The fiery desire?  ❞  

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[2-dsimp]

Hi! can i have a Yandere headcanons of Jotaro, Kakyoin and Josuke? can you do hcs what if reader accept them or loves them back and what if they didnt accept them?

A/N: Oof normally I’d only stick with doing one character at a time buuuut that’s on me since I didn’t clarify that in the rules

So imma just go ahead and activate my super saiyan writer mode lol

And without further adieu enjoy✨

JOTARO

✅ Acception

🐚This man’s confession is straightforward and to the point as he himself realizes that what he feels for you is strong, as it conflicts with his line of reasoning which is a damn impressive feat to accomplish

🐚So before it can get worse he decided to nip it in the bud and confess his liking towards you in a nonchalant manner

🐚If his S/O happened to reciprocate his feelings than you wouldn’t notice how estatic he’d be to the point where his soul will be screaming out your name repeatedly like a broken record

🐚Almost as if it yearns to meld together with your precious soul of which pulses with such a display of blatant happiness, in contrast with his stone cold face

🐚His face would soften as a little genuine smile sneakily creeps onto his face one that’ll bring any girl down to their knees as he looks at you like you’re his entire world

🐚PLEASE He would stop time just to savor this moment I kid you not

🚫Rejection

“Just look into my soul did you think for even a moment that I’d let you go?”

KAKYOIN

✅ Acception

🍒 Would most definitely be the type to introduce himself to your parents only to have them actively trying to set you up to be his future lover—-

🍒Why? We’ll it’s because he’s an honor student with a bright future ahead, and he’s obviously the top potential candidate to ask for your hand in marriage so why not?

🍒 After you accepted his carefully thought out confession of which involved a candle lit fancy dinner under a beautiful starry night that blended along harmoniously with the buzzing nightlife of the city , he would cater to your every whim almost like like a religious devotee

🍒Will often cradle your hand in his whilst pressing tender soft kisses to your palm and bask within each and every blissful moment where he gets to marinate in your welcoming presence

🍒this poor Cherry man is touch starved so please don’t hesitate to show him some well deserved affection

🍒He’s on cloud nine because he finally found someone to make him feel whole and to pour all of his love

🚫Rejection

“I see maybe I wasn’t too upfront in my advances I’ll be sure to correct that mistake ”

JOSUKE

✅ Acception

💜He’s the well renowned love love type of guy so best believe he’s gonna be loud and obnoxious as he celebrates with his friends and show you off like the wonderful being that you are

💜PDA is a must as he wants to show everyone that your are his as much as he is yours, meaning little smooches on the cheek, or you having to sit on his lap during lunchtime, he has to have his hands on you at all times

💜His mom and friends love you so he always invites you to hangout with them on their misadventures and have a blast

💜Will most definitely have random dates outta no where trying to be romantic by literally sweeping you off of your feet, to Tonio’s for a quick bite to eat

💜 However if you’re seen hanging out with someone outside their inner circle and they put their hands on you wether or not it was just them being friendly, His stand will rearrange their body until it’s unrecognizable without you noticing of course

💜Would be the best friend/boy friend you can’t take no where without him acting up either cuz of some sleezebag who wouldn’t take no for an answer or if someone made the off bit comment about his gorgeous hair

🚫Rejection

“Haha! That’s funny babe surely you don’t mean that do you? Maybe I should make it clear just how much I love you”

[soulmate-game]

Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

—*—*—*—*—*

“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

[arcstar-silco]

Based off the @sweatandwoe post about modern day Silco/reader, where Jinx and Sevika set up a dating profile for Silco. We love some well-meaning meddling (even if Silco doesn't) <3

“You did what?” Silco asks, voice tipping just on the edge of genuine anger. The only thing keeping it at bay is Jinx, smiling up at him from his office chair, her legs kicking out. He deliberately takes a breath.

“A date!” she says. “I wasn’t so sure about it before, but it’s okay now. I decided I’m ready to have a mom again.”

Silco blinks down at her beaming face for a long second, anger dissipating by the second. He runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. Well. That’s a good thing, he supposes. He worries, sometimes, that what happened was going to follow her through her entire life. But she’s always been resilient.

Still.

“That's a very kind thought, Jinx, thank you.” And then he turns a harsh glare to Sevika, who’s pointedly looking away from him with a smirk. “Where did you get the idea for this… date?”

“One of my friends!” Jinx says, oblivious, turning the chair out of his grasp to point at the computer. “She said she saw her dad making one a week ago.” She frowns. "But it’s supposed to be a secret, so you can’t tell her I said."

“Of course not, darling.” Which doesn’t solve his current problem at all, and doesn’t stop Sevika snickering while she knows he won’t yell at her.

“The thing is, Jinx,” he says, turning the chair back away from the computer and the damnable website that’s pulled up. She looks up at him with big, proud eyes, and he fights back his own wince, crouching down to her eye-level. Best to nip this in the bud before it escalates into something truly out of his control. “I’m not looking to date anyone right now.”

Her face scrunches up in confusion. “You’re not?”

“No, child.” He pinches her chin, the corner of his mouth twitching up when she giggles. "What need do I have for anyone else in my life? I’ve already got you.”

He lets her pull out of his fingers when she tries, hand dropping to the arm of the chair as her face sets into serious concentration, thinking over what he said.

“So you’re not lonely?”

Lonely? He frowns. “With you around? Never.”

And that should be it. He stands, ruffling her hair as she giggles again, nodding her head up at him with a grin. All is right once more: Jinx and him against the world.

“I don’t know, boss,” Sevika says, voice sly in a way that immediately sets him back on edge. "Your date’s gonna be pretty disappointed when you stand her up.”

Jinx’s eyes widen again, and Silco tightens his grip on the chair, shooting a warning look towards Sevika.

“I’m sure she’ll understand once I explain the confusion.”

But Jinx is biting her lip, eyes downturned in a way that forms a pit at the bottom of his stomach. “She was really excited,” she admits, quietly, peeking up at him from under her bangs. “She said she liked talking with you at the play last month."

The play. And just like that, Silco can feel the pit in his stomach fill with lead. “Jinx,” he says, voice careful. Measured. “Who, precisely, did you set me up with?"

“Tov's mom,” Jinx says, thankfully oblivious to whatever face Silco can’t quite keep himself from making. Which can’t be said for Sevika, unfortunately, based off the huff laughter she gives out. “From the play, remember? Tov was the monster!"

Tov’s mom. Of course. He remembers her: the one who’d complimented Jinx on her acting after the show, while Jinx and her kid were piling their plates with cookies. She’d given him a copy of the play she recorded, afterwards, saying she’d ended up at a great angle to catch most of Jinx’s lines. She’d been right, even. Her spot at the left of the stage had coincided perfectly with Jinx and her mad scientist lab. She’d even zoomed in during the most emotional part of Jinx’s monologue. He fell asleep with the recording playing, sometimes.

“I see,” he says, heart beating loudly in his ears.

“She was excited to meet someone else who likes Jericho’s.” Sevika adds, looking much too pleased with herself as she moves towards the computer. “But I suppose we’ll have to tell her it’s off, since you’re so happy on your own.”

Silco narrows his good eye at her. “No, that won’t be necessary.” He can't ruin the relationship he's built with another parent from Jinx's school–Ketra and her little following already had it out for him, after their little brat children found out about Jinx's sister. He didn't need one of his allies abandoning him over hurt feelings, as well.

And besides, he owed her that brownie tin back.

Sevika pauses to raise an eyebrow at him, and his scowl deepens.

“I can speak with her myself on the matter. You’ve helped quite enough already, Sevika.” And then he turns back to Jinx, who’s still blinking up at him with her wide eyes. “Perhaps I can still meet up with her, since she’s your friend’s mom. We can make a playdate out of it.”

Jinx erupts in a giant smile, launching herself out of the chair to wrap her arms around his waist. He stumbles for a moment, hand reaching out to brace against the wall as the other wraps around her shoulders.

“That would be awesome,” Jinx says, gap toothed smile grinning up at him. “Can I tell Tov? Can we still go this Saturday? Their mom said that was the best day for her, I bet Tov can go! I don't think they have any plans, originally I was gonna ask to sleep over, but then I thought you deserved a fun Saturday instead, since normally I get them."

He can't help the fond smile that falls across his face. "That's very considerate of you, Jinx."

Saturday. Two days from now. He’d been planning to talk with a couple people from the mines about the delay in product shipping out since the raid. He mentally moves around his schedule. He could go after dropping Jinx off at school tomorrow. The paperwork he still had piling up could wait until Saturday evening, at least.

“I’ll see what she says,” he promises, and Jinx spins away from him with a grin.

“Thanks dad! I gotta go tell Tov, love you, bye!”

He watches her sprint out of his office, shaking his head lightly. And then he turns to Sevika, eyes narrowing again.

“I told you to watch her.”

She shrugs. “I did.”

“And yet here we are. I thought you, at least, were beyond the point of needing me to spell out simple commands.”

It speaks to their decade of working together, that he doesn’t respond to the dramatic roll of her eyes, or the way she’s already heading towards the door without any word of dismissal from him. “You tell me to watch her, I’ll watch her. But, Silco,” she says, flashing him a look of her own as she opens the door. “I’m not a fucking babysitter.”

A fair point, children had never factored into the reasons he'd hired her. And yet, he's still left with a mess. “Sevika.”

She stops, turning to look towards him. 

“You are,” he says, slowly, eye narrowed, “whatever I tell you to be. Don’t forget your place.”

She sighs, once, shrugging a shoulder. “Enjoy your date, boss.”

And the door swings shut.

He frowns at it a moment longer, before turning towards his computer. Now, how does he explain this?

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

As a person from the woman loving women spectrum, I would much appreciate it if you give me

My wife

Isabela smut

You guys just wanna get ruined by Isa huh? Alright (listen she's cute and kinda sweet, but that bitch is DOM as SHIT).

Your parents always wanted what was best for you. Always wanted you to marry a wealthy man to comfort you for the rest of your days. Unfortunately, men wasn't something you enjoyed. They took a while, coming to terms with you liking women, but eventually they relented. Now, they kept trying to set you up with girls. One of those girls being the pride and joy of the town, Isabela. You should be excited. She was GORGEOUS, her gift was incredible. But the truth was, you were damn near pissing yourself. She was just. So intimidating to you. Even as you helped her rebuild the Casita alongside the whole town, she made you uneasy.

"Mija, look alive."

You snapped out of your thoughts the second your mother spoke to you. You were dressed to the nines, and it felt uncomfortable. Your body was barely covered up by clothing, you almost felt like some kind of sacrifice. You followed her eyes, and there she was. Isa was standing there, talking to Alma, the most respected person in this town. She guided Isabela to you both, nodding in approval.

"Ah, there you are. I was very much looking forward to our girls meeting. Isa, go show her your new room, get to know your new friend."

Isa didn't even bother hiding her judgemental glare. She was amicable in normal situations, but in the sense of 'courting', she wasn't exactly friendly. But, like everyone else, she obeyed Alma.

"Sure. Follow me."

You followed her upstairs, to her room. Pushing open the door, you tried not to whistle. You thought Antonio's room was a jungle. This place was overrun with vines, cactus, and flowers that were certainly not roses.

"It's uh. Really nice in here. Glad to see you've broaded your horizons with-"

"I'm gonna stop you there,"

She started, pointing a finger at you. Her face didn't exactly look angry, as if you've done something wrong, but rather frustrated, as if she was telling you this for the hundredth time.

"Me and you, not going to happen. I appreciate you as a member of the town, and you're kinda cute, but I'd tell your mom to not get her hopes up. I'm too much for you, just thought I'd nip that in the bud."

The new Isa didn't hide her thoughts. She folded a bit under Alma still, but she certainly wasn't the delicate flower as she used to be. It's probably why you didn't feel that bad, being as offended as you were.

"Are you. Actually saying you're too good for me?"

"No. I'm saying I need a girl who can take what I can give. You can't. You're too much like roses, and I need succulents."

You couldn't tell if that was an insult or a compliment. You just knew that when she turned to try to walk away from you, you weren't having it. You immediately blocked her with your own frame, defiant.

"Hey, you and your magic doesn't immediately give you the right to talk down to me. I can handle you anytime if I really, really wanted to!"

She folded her arms over her chest, and the smirk on her face was as smug as smug could get.

"Alright then. Let's have a wager. If I can break you, YOU tell Abuela that 'we' aren't happening."

Something about the way she said 'break you' made your skin get goosebumps. You haltered for a second, before nodding.

"Okay. What do I get if it turns out I CAN handle you?"

She thought about it, before shrugging.

"Not gonna happen. But, in that impossible scenario, you get to take me out on a date. And I'll actually act as if I'm excited for it, just because I'm nice."

"What makes you think I WANT to go out with someone as smug as-"

"Smug and confidence are two different things. Smug is rude. Confidence is making you give me 'fuck me' eyes. So are we doing this, or what?"

She had you there. You did want to touch her, every guy (and quite a few girls) did. She was just. Her. That was somehow enough of an explanation. She held out her hand to you, and you studied her, just for a moment. Messy dress, colors in her hair that flowed like wind. She was clearly a type of wild crazy that she had yet to fully explore herself. And you wanted front row seats to this show. You nodded, taking her hand, and shaking it.

"It's a deal-mmph!"

You didn't get to finish your sentence as she pulled your hand, forcing your body against hers, and shoving her lips against yours. Her lips were so incredibly soft, her nose pressed against your face firmly from how much force went into her efforts. She pulled at you, keeping you hypnotized by her pillow like lips, before suddenly pushing you down onto her bed. You stared up at her, dazed from those lips suddenly being torn away from you. You watched in fascination as she stripped. She didn't stop at her underwear. No, she made herself as nude as the day she was born.

And you were pretty sure your staring was as obvious as it felt. She had just an incredible body. Curvy in the hips, long, delicate legs, a gorgeous set of tits, and a dangly belly button piercing. She caught you staring, and huffed.

"You tell no one about 'this', understand?"

You nodded quickly. You didn't know why you'd have to tell Abuela, much less HOW you'd know this, but her secret was absolutely safe. She motioned for you to strip, and you obeyed. It was her turn to study you, as if she was browsing a market shelf. You were tempted to cover yourself from her judgment, when your hands were suddenly forced behind your back. The vines coiled around you, digging into your skin.

"H-hey-!"

More vines coiled around your thighs, forcing your legs open. Suddenly you were immobile (save for your ability to squirm), arms over your head with your body against her pillows. She crawled onto the bed, delicate fingers trailing down one of your thighs.

"Okay, okay. I'll give you one thing. You've got a cute body. I could touch myself to you."

You gulped at the thought, before jumping a bit as her fingers dipped between your legs.

"You get wet quickly. That's a plus. You're already ready to get fucked. Lemme ask you,"

Her fingers rubbed you in slow circles, staining her hand with your fluids as she did so.

"What's doing it for you? Is it my pretty face? Is it the little banter? Or is it the idea that you'd be my cute little girlfriend, and we'd get to do this ALL the time?"

Her fingers could dip into you any second, but she wouldn't let you have it. Too busy trying to work you up. Swallowing, you looked right into her big, pretty eyes.

"It was wiping that smirk off your face."

She faltered. Well look at that, you made little miss perfect trip over herself. She recovered quickly, huffing as she inspected her wet fingers. You tried to calm down upon watching her lick it off her fingers. She was REALLY good with her little tongue. Apparently she was a mind reader. For she held onto your thighs, and kissed at your folds. It was a small, delicate kiss. But it was enough to make you squirm a bit, enough to make your breath quicken. It was agony, only getting sweet little kisses from her for who knows how long.

Then she stopped being so nice. Her tongue started to play the part, lapping against you, threatening to push inside of you with every little stroke. You were in heaven. Feeling THE Isabela's tongue against your pussy, her ass lightly swinging side to side (God she had a nice ass, as juicy looking as a fresh peach) just to give you something to watch.

If you could stop looking at her eyes, that is. They were so big and cute, like a big ol' kitten. Her looks betrayed her. Soft and sweet, she was eating your pussy out like she dreamt about this, like it was her job to slurp up all your fluids.

"S-shit, Isa, slow down, I'm not going to-"

"Breaking already?"

She pulled away, fluids dripping down her chin as she looked up at you. You huffed, telling yourself that kissing her would NOT taste good with you in her mouth. You shook your head, trying to control your breathing.

"N-no. I'm good. I'm. Fin-fuck!"

Vines coiled around your chest, around your breasts. They felt as tight as leather, and in some sick way, you liked it. She held to your face, and dove in for another kiss, tongue grazing over yours and forcing your own taste in your mouth. You felt her move till she was in your lap, hands gripping onto your already tender tits. She pulled her lips away, not minding the strand of drool that connected both your lips.

"Sounds like you're breaking. Don't be too hard on yourself, you at least look cute while you fail."

You tugged at your restraints, making the plants dig into your skin even further. Her breasts, soft as clouds, pressed against yours, only invading your space further. She smelled of dirt, of citrus. She held onto your cheek tenderly, but the thumb that forced itself into your mouth was anything but sweet. Her other hand was just as merciless, starting to rub your clit far too quickly for you to gain your composure. Her voice was pleasant and low. Sweet like sugar, but venomous as a snake.

"Shh. It's okay. You can cum. All over my sheets. For me. Let me watch me break such a pretty, pretty girl. Mi frágil flor."

You wanted to fight against it. You didn't want to give her the satisfaction. But she was so pretty to look at, she talked so smoothly into your ear, and her hands and her vines wanted to squeeze the cum out of you. So you did. With a loud whimper, with a helpless squirm in her hold, you came. You felt shame, feeling all those fluids trickle down your thighs and into her hands. She was cruel, pulling her hand away from your face, and digging her nails into your hair.

"Such a pretty, helpless girl. Go on, take a minute. I'm almost done."

"Almost?..."

You tried to focus on her face, before suddenly yours was slammed against the pillows. You felt her legs coil around yours, and one hand planted on top of your head, determined to keep you put.

"Go on. Squirm. I like it when they do. I like watching you grovel. I'm gonna make you BEG."

You didn't know what it was. You just felt something thick, soaking wet pressed up against your sopping wet pussy. You thought it was a dildo, but it. It was different. You felt bumps or ridges against you. But the thing that REALLY got to you, was the fact that it was secreting this thick, hot substance. It wasn't even inside of you, but just letting it stick to your skin- it was pure, liquid arousal. Smelling it, feeling it, you were staring at her bed post, but your vision was flooded with hearts.

"I-isa, Isa..."

"What? Do you not want me to stuff this in your tight little-"

She loomed over to you, pressing the damn thing against you, so close to sliding inside of you. You met her smug looking face, and after swallowing, you spoke, not a thought in your head.

"Thank you for being you."

You didn't know why, in the midst of you being treated like a cute sex doll, that you said something so sweet, much less so honest. You were about to apologize for possibly ruining the mood, when you saw her face. Her face had exploded in color, her eyes fluttered in disbelief, and she stammered, just for a second. Then, she blocked your view of her by absolutely smothering your face into the pillows, and pushing the damn thing inside of you. You screamed into the pillows, arching your back at the intrusion.

It stuffed you fully. It swelled inside of you, it leaked the hot, almost creamy substance inside of you. She didn't move for a moment, letting you whimper at ever slow, dull throb that you felt inside. You felt as if you were close already, be it just from the feeling, or hearing her pant above you. You stayed still, awaiting a move, a signal, of something, anything.

"Just...one second. I've got one here too and it's...been a while. Forgot how big they were."

You tried not to picture her pussy stuffed with whatever this toy was, but you did. It'd look so hot, fluids clinging to her bushy mane of hair. It was the only thought in your pretty little head as she FINALLY started to move. You cried out after every thrust, only to have it muffled as she held you down, and used you. Your wet cunt made such a loud, pathetic sound as it slammed in and out of you, and she seemed to thrive off of it.

"That's it. Keep making those sounds. Let me know how much you like me in that pussy. I don't give a shit if your face is smothered. Don't you DARE stop telling me how much you love it."

You did as she said. You cried out into the pillow, and with no hesitation, let your screams be muffled as she continued to rail you. You told her she was so rough, that you liked it, that she knew how to touch you. All sorts of embarrassing shit that, if she demanded it, you'd cry out into the whole Casita. And you came. You tried to hold it, but you couldn't. Your pussy clenched around the toy, pushing that creamy substance out of you, only to make room for more.

Her hand suddenly let go of your head. You turned your head to look at her, thinking maybe she was upset that you came so quickly. Only, that wasn't it. It was the fact that she was now focusing on her own pleasure. As in, she was riding the absolute HELL out of her part of the toy. You watched intently as fluids spilled from her pussy, as she lost herself to pleasure, and as she cried out, and came. She was so loud, so unashamed and in the moment. Watching her body shake as the orgasm took control of her, you swore that could make you go again. You both sat there, bodies sweating and hot. You swallowed, finding your voice.

"I uh...guess you broke me. I'll tell Alma that we're not-"

"I mean. Technically you...uhm...broke me? That counts as you winning. So you get to take me on a date."

You blinked. She tried to hold her composure, but her face screamed that she was having a giant, gay panic. You tried to smile up at her, despite the fact that you were still pinned onto her bed.

"You wanna go now?"

"But we already had sex-"

"So?"

You had no idea why, but suddenly her eyes glimmered in hope, and alongside her clearly obvious gasp, you swore her hands formed a heart, as if wanting to genuinely show you she loved the idea.

"Oh oh oh! I can wear that new dress- hold on, imma jump in the shower!"

You watched as she slid off of her toy. It was some kind of...plant. She dashed off into the bathroom, and the plants finally let you go, making you sigh in relief. You didn't think Isa would give you a chance.

But it seems as if she turned over a new leaf.

[simplestoryteller]

Spoiler warning for Kings Tide

What the actual fuck

So the collector’s free, and a lot of fanart on their appearance is mostly correct

King freed the collector, and if there was a turncoat it hasn’t been revealed.

So Luz, Hunter, Amity, Gus, and Willow are now in the human realm

After King sacrificed himself to be the collector’s playmate

Eda is now down an arm and the Collector stopped the day of unity, but .... I’m a little scared of what the Collector’s gonna do to everyone on the isles after all the Collector probably doesn’t realize that not everyone is as powerful as him

Luz tricked Belos and gave him a coven badge, and what does the bastard do, he turns into that amalgam monster we saw in hollow mind

I’m curious though, what did Belos expect to be rewarded with when he got to the human realm. Idk but I’m pretty sure that Luz was right that everyone would think he’s got a couple of screws loose. Now he’ll be punished by the Collector, hopefully

Luz almost got turned to stone, and yikes at that, but how are the crew getting back to the boiling isles to save everyone, the portals broken and the closest thing they have to making a new one is either find what initially transferred Belos to the isles or somehow make one in the human realm even though they don’t have Titans blood.

I should’ve known King would sacrifice himself, I mean it was practically obvious with how everyone was pushing him to the sidelines to protect him, and with his connection with the collector but I didn’t and still don’t want to believe it to be true. He’s fucking 8yo, I think, he should be allowed to play like a little kid not fight for survival, non of the main cast deserves to have had to go through what they did

It’s not fair....

I’m sad as well, because it seems that season three was always planned to have the group stranded in the human realm but now most of their adventures in it as they try to get back are going to be scrapped or rushed in order to fit the now shortened schedule.

I regret asking about Luz’s promise to her mom cause I never expected or wanted them to get stranded, and for all we know the show could have more creeps like the one who went after Vee that will definitely notice the sudden appearance of unknowns. In a way I’m just glad that, and it pains me to say this but, king is still in the boiling isles cause we don’t even know if he is capable of leaving, leaving could kill him for all we know.

We still don’t know what Luz’s palisman is nor what will happen next or how Luz’s mom will react to Luz and her friends wounded appearances. Not do we know just what will happen to everyone especially after it being revealed what Belos was trying to do. It’ll most likely end in chaos and probably a hunt for everyone perseived involved to be punished, but that’s only if they are able to rally together at all...

I’m just scared, scared for all characters, who aren’t like Belos and Odalia, and the worst part is it doesn’t seem like Disney will continue this story once season 3 finishes

Which is fucking stupid of them, don’t they see how popular and profitable this show is, or are they just too stubbornly up their own conservative asses to consider continuing. I don’t care what the “official” reason Dana Terrace stated for this forceful shortening, nothing and I mean NOTHING will change my mind that the real reason Disney nipped this story at the bud is because they are too scared to risk having such a show on their platform. They are just too fucking scared of what the Biggots will do to see the good that is this show.

This show has such a diverse cast that will help children feel seen, heck I wish I had this show when I was a kid to tell me that it’s ok to not be cishet, but the biggoted bastards running this don’t care about that, and that makes me want to cry.

Because a part of me will always feel robbed of what we could have had, and there’s a chance that this whole situation will scare other creators from having as much lgbtqia+ rep for fear that they will be snipped as well

I wish their was a way to knock Disney down a peg or get rid of the oil baron people running the company at the moment, because this isn’t right

But I’m not sure if we can, because what can we really do? No seriously I’m asking what can we do to try to change this, because I don’t know. After all they are the ones with the teams of layers, money and manpower, and I have a feeling no matter how many people speak out/boycott Disney, it won’t even put a dent in their pockets because of how much they own and how many people daily consume their products.

All I know is that with the way things are going, at least in the US, it doesn’t look good, and it really makes the world around me more and more inhospitable, and I don’t like it, so if anyone has any ideas on how we can start, hopefully, fixing things let me know. Because... I don’t know

Sorry that this turned into a rant about Disney, didn’t mean to but I still stand by what I said