#the guy who beats you up and beats you up and never lets up... heh 😼

[thatonesmartkidfromschool]

Stupid thing I did in like 10 minutes cuz I was bored lol... OG under cut

[rsatoru]

bbzzzz bzzzzzztttt...

your phone has been buzzing over the coffee table for two minutes. two minutes and 14 seconds.

sigh

you rise from the table—the very table overflowing with godforsaken paperwork the godforsaken higher-ups have assigned you to finish. you’re trying to focus and get everything finished as soon as possible, but the obnoxiously person trying to call you on the phone wouldn’t let you right now.

͏͏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀toruru !! ^_^ (ate ur cookies) (do not answer.)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ringing . . . ✆ ⠀⠀⠀ 1:27 pm⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀answer ၊ decline

of course, it’s no other than your idiot of a boyfriend

clicking the answer button, cause who are you to resist him anyways? . . . “satoru.” you say unimpressed. “baby!! :D” the cheerful voice on the other side exclaims.

“aren’t you supposed to be on a mission right now?��

“uhuh,” satoru scoffs, “’m on the same mission you forced me to go because you hate me so much!”

“satoru, sigh it’s your job, your responsibility. you can’t just ditch an order from principle yaga because you wanna stay at home cuddling me.” you respond

“can’t a man just have some quality time with his dearest girlfriend in peace?” satoru whines over the phone

“toru, baby,”

“fine.. :(” oh, you were so sure you could almost hear his smile turn into a frown. that being said, “why’d you call?” asking, looking back over at your unfinished paperwork, oh the higher ups might just beat your ass.

dating satoru means also having to deal with his long phone calls. you’re aware you could easily just hang up on him, but unfortunately for you, sometimes you don’t even realize you got too caught up in the moment. you love him too much, too much you can effortlessly handle his obnoxiously long phone calls—and he doesn’t even talk about anything important or necessary! and you think, maybe, you’re just as down bad as he is for you.

“oh yeah! heh, sorry babe, your voice made my mind go blank.” — “you’ll never guess what kind of technique these so called first grade cursed spirits have!” and he asks you to turn your camera on—in which you did-

revealing a bunch of cats spawning and jumping everywhere “look at the kind of domain expansion this guy has!” satoru was in an innate domain with cats just swarming the area. satoru called you to show he was in an innate domain with cats just swarming the area. because he knew.

“oh my gosh.” you say in shock. staring at whatever is happening in your screen. “toru toru! bring me one! maybe that one or or-” the cats were so cute. you absolutely loved cats. you adored them, each and every one you’ve ever seen. whether they were strays on the street or pampered pets, they were all just so adorable.

because he knew you absolutely loved cats.

these cats though, were aggressive. aggressively cute though—trying so hard to scratch your boyfriend which was impossible, all attacks were effortlessly blocked by his infinity.

“uhhh, uhhh.. no can do sweets. just look at these sly pussies trying to scratch my glorious face! i can’t let them do that to your even-more-glorious face. they’re dangerous! can’t let them hurt my baby.” he responses.

“uhm, no. you’re just rambling satoru. they’d love me.” you retort. satoru was more of a dog person—he doesn’t know such shit about cats. he doesn’t like them. but you teach him anyways; how to properly hold them, what kind food you shouldn’t feed them, etc etc,

and he actually listens.

“no baby! anyways, you know that guy over there? yeah, him. he can create pizza with cursed energy and throw it at me! it’s surprisingly strong to be fair.. but y’know they stand no chance against me.” there goes his ego as always.

“anyways—what kind of pizza do you want? tell me which toppings and i gotchu baby.”

“so you’re telling me, you’d rather get me pizza, imbued with cursed energy, which you say is pretty strong, but not cats?” you hiss, raising a brow over the phone.

“uhhhh... yeah? ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)”

this is so dumb tbh but i jst had pizza for dinner i couldn’t not think about my glorious king

[hrtzstargirl]

Lovely.

Hanni Pham.

Synopsis: A girl from the library has caught her attention and now she's trying to get hers. Seems simple? Nope, it's far from that.

Pairings: Hanni Pham x Fem!reader

Warnings: Cuss words slight, others; none (?)

A/N: Had this idea at a Sunday night at 10pm and just finished it now lmao, also Pride and Prejudice is a must read! I love it!!!!

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In the quiet sanctuary of a city library, surrounded by the musty scent of old books and the soft hum of pages turning, Hanni found her gaze drifting from her biology textbook to the girl across the room. The girl, with her black hair that flows beautifully pass her shoulders and her deep brown eyes that sparkled with curiosity, had an air of effortless grace as she moved through the stacks. Every movement seemed choreographed, every glance a mystery wrapped in a whisper.

Hanni's heart skips a beat whenever her gaze found the girl, looking effortlessly beautiful while looking for books and just sitting there, reading silently. Hanni has seen her multiple times before, yet, she doesn't have the courage to start a conversation with her. She had never been good at initiating conversations, especially not with someone who seemed so absorbed in her own world.

At this point, she just came to the library not to study, but to admire the girl, whom she doesn't know the name of. Constantly ditching her friends just to sit by the library, grabbing a random book from a random shelf, her eyes always glued to the girl.

Her actions spiked up curiosity from her friends, wondering what got her coming to the library, everyone of them knows she hates that place, even hoping to curse it. What's got her so smitten now?

Knowing her friends, they will never give up until they have their answers. That's why now, here they are, behind Hanni's table, spying on her actions, desperate for answers.

Hushed whispers was heard from behind her, yet her eyes stays on the girl, who's table is across the room from her, reading silently with stacks of books beside her. 'That's tons of books.' Hanni thought.

Not even feeling the burning holes behind her head, three idiots sat behind her, using book to cover up their faces, Minji pulled her book down so only her eyes are visible. Her gaze on Hanni with confusion. "What the hell? How is she staying that still?" She whispered to the other two while keeping her eyes on Hanni.

"I'm telling you, it's those cookies from the other week! I knew it was cursed!" Hyein butted in earning a confused look from Haerin,

"Cookie? You mean those cookies we brought from that old lady?"

"Yes! That old lady might be a witch! Look how Hanni is acting after she ate those cookies." Hyein reasoned out. Meanwhile, Minji who is trying to put up with their secret spies act hushed them.

"Shhh! Guys, can't you see I'm trying to spy on Hanni right now?! Stop talking so loud because she'll hear us!" She turned to look at them with annoyance, the other two didn't respond and just look at something or... Someone behind her.

"Heh, yeah." Haerin smirked while nodding her head repeatedly, Hyein just shrugged while trying to hold back laughter.

"What now?" Minji let out a deep sigh, Hyein just nodded at something behind her, silently telling Minji to turn around.

"Wha-?" Minji turned only to be met by a smack on the head. "OW!" she yelped as she rubbed the part where she was hit, Hanni stood now in front of her with her hands on her waist, looking extremely frustrated or annoyed, maybe both?

"What are you guys doing! Spying on me now huh?"

"It's Minji's fault!" Hyein quickly snitched, trying to run away only to be pulled back down by the back of her shirt by Haerin. Clearly not wanting to deal with this angry smol otter.

Minji received another smack from Hanni after Hyein said that, she let out a grunt before rubbing her head aggressively, "Stop with that!"

"Why would I? You forced those two to spy on me!"

"Okay, but my reason is valid."

"Valid my butt! I don't care!"

"Actually, it might be valid or..." Haerin spoke up, stretching out the 'or' while looking at Hanni who's giving her a look that says 'Don't you dare say another word.'

Haerin just cleared her throat, not wanting to continue speaking. Hanni turned her attention back on Minji who's trying to see who or what was Hanni looking at earlier.

"Dude!" She pushed Minji's shoulder harshly, "Ow! Okay fine! I'm sorry."

Minji moved away from Hanni, trying to squeeze in between the two younger girls who just pushed her back. "Seriously, why does everyone keep hurting me?"

She scoffed before settling down on the table behind them. Hanni just watched with her arms crossed, "Mind telling me what now?"

The three didn't show any sign of them wanting to speak, "Guys, seriously, tell me!"

"We noticed you were acting really weird since the other week. Like really out of yourself, we know you Hanni, you don't like the library, it's like the last thing you want to be at. What changed your mind?"

"And I'm telling you guys, it's those cookies! I knew it! Maybe that old lady is a witch or something worse!" Hyein butted in, speaking in a really loud voice, causing the librarian to shushed them and for the others to look at them.

Part of the others is the girl, whom Hanni was admiring from afar earlier before being interrupted by the noises from behind her.

Hanni gave the librarian an apologetic smile, catching the girl's stare just as she was looking back at her friends. Hanni felt her heart skipped a beat when their eyes met, even if just for a fleeting second.

The world seemed to stop and stood frozen, the two of them held their gaze, the girl gave her a small smile before returning to her book, Hanni then being snapped back to reality by Haerin and Hyein arguing.

"I told you she's not!"

"She might be!"

"What? Witches don't even exist, much less, a thing worser than a witch!"

"Yes, they do! You just couldn't see it!"

"Guys! Shut up, Hanni is going to explain why." Minji looked at Hanni expectedly, waiting impatiently. "Well?"

"Well you see... There's this girl-"

"Oh.My.Gosh." Hyein let out an exaggerated gasp which earns her a soft slap on the shoulder by Haerin, who seems to be into this topic of Hanni.

"Well... Uhm, I may have a crush on her BUT! I don't know if it's a crush because I don't know! This is confusing!"

"Do you like seeing her?"

"Yes! She's like soo pleasing in the eyes, the kind of thing you want to see after a long and harsh day. You know? That thing where you look at her and all your worries and problems just go 'PUFF'"

The other three just nodded, "It's like I want to see her everyday! She's helping me ease my mind without even knowing it, I mean, look at her! She's just sitting there, reading silently yet still looking effortlessly gorgeous!"

She subtly gestures to the girl from across the room, whom in fact, is whatever Hanni is saying is true.

"Huh. For once, you're actually believable." Minji muttered while staring at the girl, which earns her a glare from Hanni.

"If you're that interested in her, why don't you talk to her?" Haerin's soft voice is finally heard again, after being silent for quite some time.

"I don't know... You guys know me, I'm bad at starting conversations, I say weird things, mostly out of topic, it's just... Embarrassing."

"You should try, she seems like a really nice girl, plus! She seems familiar to me." Hyein said, still staring at 'Hanni's girl'

"What do you mean? Also, stop looking at her! She might notice!"

"She's just... She looks someone I knew." Hyein's confuse stare makes the others confuse too.

"Hmm, I'm sensing something." Minji shrugged, clearly knows or trying to know what Hyein is thinking.

"You can't sense shit." Hanni retorted.

"Dude! There's kids here!" Minji gave her a pointed look, making Hanni roll her eyes.

"Hah! I'll figure it out later, can we go now? I'm hungry!"

Hyein stood up and dragged the two older girls out of the library, Haerin following closely yet quietly behind, taking one last glance at Hanni's girl.

--

After days of silent admiration and some persuading from her friends, Hanni decided it was time to make her move. Armed with a plan that seemed foolproof in her head, she picked up a book she knew well—Jane Austen's “Pride and Prejudice”—and positioned herself within the girl’s line of sight. The idea was simple: read a classic and maybe, just maybe, it would spark a conversation.

As the minutes ticked by, Hanni’s confidence began to wane. The girl seemed completely engrossed in her reading, oblivious to the world around her. Hanni sighed and turned her attention back to her book, feeling foolish for even trying. But then, like a scene straight out of a romantic novel, the girl looked up and their eyes locked.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” The girl’s voice was soft, with a hint of curiosity. “One of my favorites.”

Hanni's heart raced. "Oh really? Mine too, uhm I'm Hanni, by the way."

“Y/n” the girl replied, her smile as radiant as the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. "So, you're that girl who was shushed by the librarian few days ago?"

Hanni's cheeks burned bright red, she stutters on her words, "W-well, you see it was actually my friend, she talks loud about witches and stuff... I just apologized on the librarian for her... Sorry, did we disturbed your reading?"

Y/n gave her a smile in return, finding the girl amusing and cute too. "No no, it's fine, just got surprised when a loud voice rang throughout the library."

"Oh phew. I thought we were disturbing. She's just really energetic and loud." Hanni chuckled nervously, trying to melt the ice between them.

Y/n nodded in response, her eyes seems to find herself drowning in Hanni's eyes, those soft yet showing clear sign of nervousness. Why is she nervous? It's not like Y/n is a bad person.

Wanting to ease the tension between them, Y/n spoke up. "So, what do you think of Mr. Darcy?"

Hanni looked at her in confusion to which the other girl point out the book in front of her. "Oh... Well, at first Darcy appears to be arrogant and aloof. His wealth and social standing make him seem proud and dismissive of those he considers beneath him. He is highly honorable and principled, loyal and devoted to those he cares about, he is highly intelligent and well-educated too."

"Over time, Darcy reveals a more romantic and compassionate side. His genuine love for Elizabeth Bennet, despite societal expectations, shows his capacity for deep emotional connection and personal growth. Darcy’s actions demonstrate his generosity and consideration for others, especially when he helps to resolve the scandal involving Lydia Bennet. His willingness to intervene and provide financial support without seeking recognition is a testament to his character."

"Throughout the novel, Darcy becomes more self-reflective and learns to humble himself. He acknowledges his flaws and strives to improve, particularly in his interactions with Elizabeth. Sorry, am I talking too much?" Hanni asked after noticing the person she's talking to has gone quiet. Feeling nervousness in her bones, afraid to have scared the girl.

The other just chuckled, "What, no! I just... Find it very amusing and nice to finally have someone to talk to about books and someone who notice that much detail."

Hanni sighed in relief, "Thank god, I thought I scared you, I talk to much... Thought I'll give you a warning."

"It's fine, I like it when someone talks too much about things they like, giving them the freedom to speak without feeling judged, now if you may, continue please?"

A grin appeared on her face, easing her worries about scaring the girl and finally letting herself be comfortable. "In my opinion, Mr. Darcy's transformation from a seemingly proud and distant aristocrat to a loving and humble partner is central to the novel's themes of personal growth and the complexities of human relationships. His character arc is one of the most compelling aspects of "Pride and Prejudice."

And just like that, the ice was broken. They spent hours discussing books, sharing their favorite passages, and laughing over their mutual love for classic literature. Hanni's warmth and easygoing nature made Y/n feel at ease, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a connection that transcended words.

After they said goodbye's to each other and went their separate ways, Hanni couldn't help but let out a huge grin, proud of herself for not chickening out. Proud to finally talk to the girl she's been wanting to. Minji spotted her skipping in the halls and giggling to herself, "Now what happened to that weirdo?" She muttered before ignoring her once again.

But as days turned into weeks, Hanni began to notice a distance in Y/n’s demeanor. She was still kind, still warm, but there was a guardedness in her eyes, a reluctance to let Hanni get too close. It made Hanni overthink, wondering what could have possible gone wrong? Did she finally get bored of her because she talks too much?

She knew she couldn't leave it like this, it's eating her alive. One evening, as they sat together in their usual spot by the window, Hanni decided to confront the issue.

“Y/n, is everything okay?” she asked gently. “You seem… distant.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the book in her lap. “It’s not you, Hanni. It’s me. I have some personal issues I’m dealing with, and I don’t want to burden you with them.”

Hanni reached out and took Y/n's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze before saying. "You don't have to carry everything alone, Y/n, I'm here for you. We're friends now yeah?" But Hanni wished they could be more than friends, if only.

Tears welled up in Y/n’s eyes as she looked at Hanni. “I don’t want you to get hurt. My problems... they’re complicated.”

“We’ll face them together,” Hanni said with a smile. “You don’t have to push me away.”

In that moment, Y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, she could trust Hanni with her heart and her burdens. It wouldn’t be easy, but together, they could navigate the challenges ahead. But she couldn't shake this growing feeling in her chest. The kind of thing that makes you smile yet sad, the one thing that brings you comfort. She couldn't understand what is it or what's causing it.

She wants to hate it but she couldn't. Hanni brings her comfort like no one else did except her dearest sister, Danielle.

Hanni is like a flower that bloomed in her gloomy and dark garden, something so beautiful made her garden bloom, to her, Hanni colored her dark world. She brought happiness and beauty in the dark realm, the butterflies are supposed to roam freely and not be in her stomach whenever Hanni is around. Y/n thought 'I'll just ask Danielle about this, she seems more professional at understanding feelings.'

And so, in the quiet sanctuary of the city library, surrounded by the musty scent of old books and the soft hum of pages turning, a new chapter began—a story of love, trust, and the courage to let someone in.

[headmasterseverussnape]

Severus Snape, a small 16-year-old boy— too underweight and petite for his age, stood in his small bathroom glaring into the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Faster and faster, harder and harder he brushed. Brushing until he felt a metallic taste in his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks sallowish and his gums were bleeding as his mind was wracked with thoughts and memories he wished would just go away. His reflection glared back at him, his own dark lifeless eyes staring into his very soul that had been tormented for all his ‘pitiful’ life.

Oh, it was just another day. Just another day of being harassed and bullied by those ‘perfect little heroes’ known as the Marauders. His tormentors. It was another day he lost himself to the unbearable anger and pain that resided in the back of his dark little mind. Another day of causing disappointment to the one person he cared about, Lily Evans. Just another day of being treated less than a person because of his blood and class status as well as the way he looked.

He continued to glare at himself in the mirror. He hated it. He hated himself. He hated his reflection. He hated his father who mercilessly beat him and his mother on bad days, which was most days. He hated the marauders who tormented and harassed him for no good reason. He hated the teachers and staff who ignored him for not being popular, rich or a pureblood. He hated how he could SEE his poverty, his weakness, his filth. It sickened him.

His reflection was proof of his tainted blood. It was proof he would never be like the ‘heroic’ James Potter whom everyone seemed to love. It was proof he would never have the humor of Sirius Black, whose jokes could make anyone laugh even if they were utterly terrible. It was proof he would never be like Remus Lupin who was a coward but seen as shy and likable guy. It was proof he would never be like Peter Pettigrew who was pathetic in a way that added to the credibility of his tormentors, that made it seem so utterly impossible they could ever do any wrong.

He knew. He knew Lily Evans was taking a liking to them. He could see it in her eyes. Every time she’d glance at Potter or smile at Black’s jokes. He knew he was slowly losing her to them. It was only a matter of time and he knew he could do nothing to stop it.

“Heh.. they’re right... I must be pathetic... I can’t even hold onto one person… the one person that cared for me…”

Blood dripped down from his lips as he spoke, going into the sink’s drain and disappearing. He watched through the mirror as his blood fell to the bottom of the sink. He chuckled, how pathetic did he have to be? The grip he had on his toothbrush tightened, as he went back to brushing. Harder and harder and harder. Trying to get the filth to disappear. The filth no one but himself could see.

He dropped the toothbrush, as the memories of his torment pervaded his mind. He looked down at the sink as he spat out more of his blood, watching it disappear down the dark drain. Oh, how he wished he could follow.

He quickly glanced up at the mirror once more, looking through his dark messy and greasy hair. He clenched his jaw tightly, anger clouding his judgment.

Slamming his fist into the thing, he broke it and watched as it shattered into pieces. His knuckles were now bloody and bruised but he didn’t care. He’s had worse, why would he care about something as trivial as this?

“Pathetic. You’re so *pathetic*. So- so *weak!* It’s utterly humiliating-! No wonder *she* wants to be with them rather than you! You deserve this. They know it, she knows it- Heh. Even *you* know it.”

He slammed his fist into the broken glass again, letting his knuckles get scratched up and bruised even more. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. Not after the beatings and bullying he went through. This was- this was practically child’s play compared to what he’s already been through. He was numb to it.

[deadsetobsessions]

More triplet tim PLEASEE

Aye, aye!

@batman-soup your idea just gives on giving omg what magic are you cooking in your head bc this prompt literally went absolutely crazy in mine

Commissioner Gordon was a decorated veteran of the GCPD, having lasted in the force longer than most without buckling under the pressure and temptation of being a dirty cop. That means he’s seen some shit, and he’s been in some shit. Even when Batman made his debut, even when he had to cover for Bru- ahem, Batman’s fool ass, James Gordon hadn’t even considered stoping in his effort to better the GCPD.

As he blankly stared at Batman, who looked as tired as Gordon felt, and the- not one, not two, but three- Robins following him, Commissioner Gordon seriously considered going down stairs and handing in his letter of resignation on the spot.

“Batman,” he greeted the Dark Knight, in the tone one might use when saying “Batman, what the fuck?!”

“Commissioner Gordon.” Batman said, sounding like he swallowed gravel and spent his nights crying instead of beating up Gotham’s criminal underbelly. “This is… the Robins. They’ve been… switching out until they were all ready.”

“Hey, Mister Gordon!” One of the Robins chirped. Commissioner Gordon pinched himself. Maybe he got micro-dosed with fear toxin? Commissioner Gordon nodded at the Robin who spoke.

“Commissioner Gordon!” The second one smiled at him.

“Commissioner Gordon.” The third one said, shoulders back.

“Have there always been… three of you?” Gordon asked, perplexed.

“You’ve actually all met us before, but don’t worry about it! Whatcha got for us this time?”

“Robin,” Batman growled.

“Yes?” “Yeah?!” “What.”

Commissioner Gordon chugged his coffee, to avoid laughing at Batman’s exasperated demeanor. Privately, he wished the coffee was a strong, black out worthy drink, and that the Robins gave Batman the stress Gordon experienced at Batman’s antics.

“It is important.”

“Yeah, yeah, we got it, B.” Regular Robin, Gordon deemed, waved him off.

“But we’re currently not taking mental health advice from you, you walking therapist’s wet dream.” Serious Robin scoffed.

“So you can stick your opinion where the sun doesn’t shine!” Chirpy Robin said. Gordon had wanted to name him happy Robin, but he’s not getting the feeling of “happiness” from him.

“I will bench you.”

“Try me,” all of them defiantly said at the same time. Gordon smothered a laugh, but by the glare Batman sent him, he wasn’t too successful at hiding it.

Batman visibly gave up, shoulders slumping. “Commissioner Gordon, what do you have for…us.”

“There’s, heh, Penguin’s expansion.” Gordon looked away from Batman’s baleful look, mustache twitching with suppressed laughter.

“He’s expanding his weapons trading.” Regular Robin said. Serious Robin nodded, leaning back on his heels in thought.

“That’s a sign of an upcoming turf war.”

“Red Hood’s part of it! I saw Penguin’s guys lurking around his safe house!”

“Why do you know where his safe house is, Robin?” Gordon might acknowledge that they’re trained vigilantes, but at the end of the day, Robin is still a child that shouldn’t be near a crime lord, especially a highly dangerous and highly trained one like the Red Hood.

“Prank! Don’t worry about it!”

Gordon side-eyed the Bat. When Batman didn’t move to say anything, he shrugged and let it go. There’s only one person more protective of Robin than the rest of Gotham’s non-criminal city, and that’s Batman. Gordon caught the three of them exchanging glances- a whole conversation he and Batman were not privy to- and suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to go home and never leave his bed again.

“You know where he’s staying, Robin?” Batman asked, when the silence got too long.

“Yep!” They chorused, even the serious one. Batman looked like he wanted to step back but held on like his pride was on the line.

“We can handle Penguin.” The serious one stated.

“You can get the goons, Batman!”

“I’ll rob them blind,” regular Robin grinned.

“Dibs on Penguin!”

“I’ll get the weapons.”

Batman sighed.

“Godspeed, Robins.” Gordon told the youngsters. To Batman, before he left, “Good luck.”

Batman grunted and disappeared. It sounded like a tearful thanks. Commissioner Gordon took a puff of his smoking pipe and decided to end the day today. He did not want to deal with the Robins and whatever terror they were about to unleash on Penguin.

——

“Penguuuuuiiiiiiinnnn, where aaaaare youuuu?!” Lionel sang, whacking a goon across the head with a pipe. “Come ooout!”

Archy, gleefully lugging away bags of tech and guns, jerked his head at the left hallway. He wound around the bodies of the unconscious goons Batman beat up. Lionel grinned at him in thanks and, bouncing along, went to beat up the Penguin.

“Robin, that is evidence.” Batman stopped Archy.

“It’s only evidence if it gets logged. Besides, I’m not going to do anything with them… much.”

Batman scowled, remembering the parenting books he devoured after adopting Jason. Be firm.

“You are not going to give them to Hood to help with his turf war.”

“Give me one good reason why.”

Tim, passing the arguing pair, snorted. “C’mon B, at least Hood’s guys will make sure to not use them to hurt kids. Who knows what the GCPD will do with this many guns.”

“And, not to mention, you let me get shot when we fought Dent.” Archy looked up at Batman balefully, rubbing his side. Batman grimaced… but stood aside.

Archy smirked.

“B, help me out with this,” Tim shouted, patting the top of Penguin’s heavy safe. Batman sighed and took out his laser cutter. Or, as Dick named it, Batlaser.

“Batman is supposed to be a symbol,” Batman rumbled.

“Yeah, of vengeance and justice. I’m getting justice for my stolen bat-tech, Robin L is getting vengeance for that one time Penguin kidnapped him, and Robin A is getting… stuff. Now c’mon, I can’t carry all this gold by myself. I gotta loot the goons too!”

“Do not loot the goons.”

“You’re right. If they had cool stuff, they probably wouldn’t be working for Penguin.” Tim brightened as he shuffled through the Penguin’s hoard of treasures. “Oo! Lookit! Tax evasion!”

“… You memorized his tax returns when Oracle hacked it, didn’t you.”

“Obviously. Keep up, old man.” Archy snarked as he walked back in to grab some more stuff. “Hood’s on the way with Nightwing and I want froyo, so chop chop!”

Batman sighed.

——

Penguin huddled against the crate, heart pumping a rhythm of abject terror.

His night had been going so well! He had drinks in one hand, a beauty in another, and the weapons trading game underneath his feet! The Cobblepots were going to rise once more!

Then, the slide of gravel, here and there.

Fear.

A low chuckle. The Bat?

Fear.

The squeal of a hinge.

Fear.

Bubbly laughter. Oh no. Robin.

Batman and Robin had dropped to the floor of the base, knocking his goons out left and right.

“Ge’ your fat nose outta my business, Bats!” He had went to wave his umbrella to send spikes at the pair, only to be stopped cold.

He turned around slowly and … Robin?

“Wha-?”

“Heya, Penguin! Nice seeing you again!”

“Agh!” Blinding pain erupted on his face, nose leaking blood. Penguin stumbled back as the psychotic Robin laughed.

“There’s two Robin! Run!” His goons shouted. “Boss, run!” Cobblepot stumbled away, mentally noting to give that goon a raise, once he could see more than red tinged blurs.

“Wrong. There’s three.” A cold voice sounded out, followed by the quick sounds of bodies dropping. Oswald Cobblepot ran, because he was not meant to deal with more than one Robin. The world was not meant to have more than one, so it definitely wasn’t ready for three.

The door creaked open. Oswald Cobblepot peeked his head out from behind the crate. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw an empty doorway. Maybe he forgot to close it when he ran in.

“Heya, Oswald!”

Penguin looked up, eyes darting from the blood stained pipe and straight into the grinning maw of a Robin.

“… Bollocks.”

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#398

“Oh, stop fucking crying.  Nobody here gives a shit.  So you got beat up.  It was a fair fight, and you lost.  I haven’t seen a faggot lose a fist fight that bad in a long time.  That’s the second of two you lost.  You fucked up.  You are going to be sobbing when I want you to.  Now is not the time.  So stop that blubbering....

 “I don’t get you faggots.  You all answer and ad on one of those master/slave websites looking for fags willing to be gangbanged by a dozen or so sadistic redneck men like me.  The ad said you will be roughed up.  What did you expect?  You got roughed up.

“You thought that it was going to come from us.  Well, we ain’t done with you.  You are going to be the star tomorrow night.  Tonight is the plowing for the faggot who bested you in this last fight. 

“You are going to have a role in tonight’s festivities though.  I have to prepare you for it.  Come with me over here. 

“No. No. Stop your crying, you pussy.  I said come here.  If I would have known you were going to be a cry baby, I would have done this…

“…earlier.

“Well, a good ol’ fashioned punch to the gut took your breath away, didn’t it?  If you don’t want another, come with me into my shop. 

“…Being barefoot and naked back here can be dangerous.  So watch where you step.  Here, let’s go into my back room.  This is where I come when I want a private fuck.  I love fucking outdoors, and I love fucking in front of my buds, but sometimes I need to be here with all my toys.

“Yeah, I bet you have never seen so much equipment before.  A lot of it I made.  Some of my buds helped me out.  Don’t worry, we aren’t going to use everything.

“Hop up on this bench.  I know it’s narrow, but you are going to be secured on it.  Lean back and lift your legs up.  You’re not going to fall off; I got you.

“Here make yourself useful, put these wrist restraints on.  You need to be tied down when I fuck….

“These chains will keep your legs in position.  Yeah, it looks like a beast that they are attached to opposite walls….  Now for your arms….

“There, you are secure spread eagle.  Wiggle your arms and legs.  You can’t get out right?  Good.  Good.  You know what I love about this room and this contraption you are on is this.  This wall panel over here.  With a push of these two buttons, your arms are pulled back further above your head.  These buttons pull your legs wide, up and wide.  Tight hunh?...  There!  Any further and I would break you in two like a wishbone.  Try to move….  See!  You can’t move at all, not without dislocating something.

“Look at that!  Your cunt is out there for anyone to see.  The thing about that bench is that any fag I install on it, like I did you, has its cunt at my dick height.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to be fucking that cunt in a few minutes.  Although I would call it more like a rape.  Your tiny hard on might say you want it now, but you are going to have a different tune once I get started. 

“Here let me take my cock out and show you what I mean.  It’s not the longest dick that will be plowing your cunt this weekend, but it is one of the fattest.  Feel it’s weight on your cunt lips.  Heavy hunh?  Just think about how much you are going to be screaming out for hours as I pile drive into you without mercy.  It will make that fist fight you were in look like it was to good friends playing checkers.

“So let me tell you what’s happening and let’s see if I can kill your hard-on before I rape you. 

“You already know we like making faggots fight.  We like seeing how city fags like yourself deal with primal brutality.  The answer is not well.  You should see your black eye.  It’s gotten better since your first fight.  Don’t worry, there’s still time this weekend to get your other eye blacked out.

“Heh heh.  That got your dick to lose some of the hardon.  It also got me leaking.  Yeah, the guys like seeing all your bruises and cuts.  That’s why after I dump my load into your cunt, I will be removing all your hair.

“The depilatory cream I’ll put on your crotch area will burn like a motherfuck, so that’s why I’m fucking you now.  Yeah, all your hair, including your eyebrows will be gone by tonight’s festivities.

“You are going to be shown off to the guys tonight, right before we bang the fuck out of the fag that just beat the shit out of you this morning.  He really was motivated.  You didn’t even see that coming, did you?

“Me and Daryl wanted you to lose, so we told the other fag something about the remaining gang bangs.

“You look worried.  Fuck yeah. 

“As you probably figured out, we use a bracket system to pair you up.  The thing is that we don’t care who wins.  We are more interested in who is the ultimate loser.  The two winners from round one fought each other.  The winner got fucked by each of us.  He even got to cum at the end of the night.  He was dumped naked on the outskirts of Shreveport.  He’ll somehow figure out how to get back to Dallas.

“The runner up, got plowed by us, but we got to work him over as we fucked the hell out of him.  I even got my arm in his ass.  He was dumped naked in a nettle patch in the middle of woods outside of Knoxville.

“We design the weekend so that the guys can get more and more brutal on the fags as we work our way through the gang bangs.  We told that fag that beat you what the losing fag would have to endure, and he came out swinging.

“Was that fair to you?  We don’t care.  What he wasn’t told was what happens to the winner of you two.  Tonight, he’s going to be brought out to a wooden fuck bench.  He’ll only be secured to it with one thing, a nail through his cock head into the bench.  Most likely he will rip it out sometime tonight, but some fags we have done that to managed to keep their cocks intact.  We’ll see.

“He won’t be going back to Florida when he’s done, just like you aren’t ever returning to your life either.  Both of you have been sold.

“Ahh and here comes the tears.  You realized that you fucked up, didn’t you?  Hey you were begging us to abduct you and make you our sex slave.  You said you were a no limits slave.  Didn’t you?  What, you thought that meant something else?  Aww too bad for you.

“Your new owner saw all the correspondence, he’s seen your lack of fighting skills, and he’s ok with what we have in store for you. 

“Oh damn.  Your tears really have me leaking.  Here let me apply them to your cunt lips.  Normally, my leak is all the lube you will get.  But tears from fear adds saltiness. 

“Before we nail the other fag down, I’m going to bring you out to the other guys.  With your legs spread just like they are now, my bud David will come by and grab these balls.  He’s going to slice open your sack and relieve you of these useless things.  No more being a man for you.

“You new owner also wants us to sew up your foreskin, except for a tiny hole to piss out.

“There’s the full-out tears.  Fuck yeah….  “Right to the root it goes!  Barely dry fucks hurt, hunh?  You wanted to be roughed up and owned.  You got that.  Now enjoy the next few hours of fucking.  Or don’t.  I don’t care.”

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Can you do a set of headcanons of Dallas with a perfectionist reader? Like someone who stresses out before a test or beats themself up when they get a bad grade (and it's not even a bad grade, it's just slightly lower then they thought they'd get.)

A/N: Oh I liked this one. I liked it a lot- thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long!

I wrote this during my anatomy class instead of paying attention, so yeah! Hope this turns out well, I hope you guys like it-

I’m gonna do general headcanons for this one?

I’ll definitely include the scenario you gave me, but I think I’ll have more talk about this way-

In general, Dally really couldn’t give less of a crap about going to school and he honestly thinks you’re kind of a weirdo for stressing out so much about the grades you’re bringing home

He just doesn’t see the point to it, ya know? Like he’s basically a dropout, I bet you he never really goes to school anymore, so he really just can’t wrap his head around why it gets you so dialed up

He’s very unhelpful when it comes to your studies

That’s all.

He’s just unhelpful.

When you’re studying? He’ll purposely shuffle up your papers, steal your pencils, mix up your stuff and just generally be a little nuisance

He does it cause he gets bored when you’re not paying attention to him so ya know, good luck getting yourself out of that mess with him, that behavior really isn’t going anywhere anytime soon

Dal’s absolutely astounded by your grades though- all those 100s and high 90s?

That’s miles ahead of what he was getting when he was still in school and it seems like you do it so easily, just like getting good grades is in your nature

Which, ya know, circles back to kick you in the butt because the minute you bring home something in the low 90s, high 80s range, your world is absolutely wrecked and Dallas doesn’t understand at all

When you start to go bonkahs though, and run yourself into the ground just because you got one question wrong, that’s where Dally kind of steps in and really calls you out on it

He’s going to say that you’re being ridiculous and he means it, he genuinely thinks that you’re being ridiculous because why does one missed question mean so much anyway??

You guys have a big argument of course, because the one thing you should never do is tell a perfectionist that they don’t have to be perfect

So you guys fight and you sulk off to your respective places before comes back, not to properly apologize, but to take you out to the diner or drive-in or something as a faux apology

He still thinks you get a little bit ridiculous about your grades, but now he’s smart enough not to run his mouth off about it, he does get mad though if you refuse a date because you have to study, Dal, I’m sorry

Insert Mr. Winston saying whatever, if you’re studying at home, I’m just gonna sneak in your window and claim that it’s a study date

Let’s just say…studying can get very…hands on…when Dally decides he’s going to crash your lesson cramming sessions 

Don’t think too hard about the phrase cramming sessions because I am NOT getting in trouble for that one but ya know….heh-

ANYWAY

Dal calls you a nerd, a bookworm, a dork, a geek, but mah boy will not hesitate to throw down if someone else calls you those things

Dallas, admittedly a little bit of a bully, does not like it when other people try and mess with you, so boy’s got you covered

I can definitely see him trying to get you to skip school, especially if he’s fresh out of the cooler or reform or something and honestly? He just wants to spend time with you, and it hurts his feelings a little when you’d rather go to school

It’s all about that perfect attendance, okay? All about that attendance record-

But maybe your last period never takes attendance anyway and maybe Dallas just so happens to be waiting outside and you just maybe get your best friend to cover for you so you can skip one class to go out with him <3

Overall?

I can see this dynamic working, at least for a little while-

Despite the fights that are bound to occur, Dallas does enjoy you being a genius and he’ll brag about you to the gang, telling Darry he needs to start hanging your report cards up on that old fridge

Dallas does his best to keep you from driving yourself to burnout and I’ve got this mental scene of you trying to teach him something you’re working on and he just kind of cuts you off in the middle of talking to give you a kiss because he hasn’t been listening to you for the past five minutes but his eyes have been locked on your lips and he’s pretty sure that he doesn’t know the answer but he knows he wants to kiss you real bad-

[petew21-blog]

Can you do an old man criminal young soldier body swap, please?

Ben, the freshly enrolled cadet, had to wake up early that day. Why? Because some old dipshit had to escape prison few days ago and was rumored to be in the area nearby. The military was there to help the police in order to capture this escapee.

The split into groups. Ben's group got the forest. They got near an old cabin that has been abandonem many years ago

They searched the area and entered the building. Besides discovering some voodoo rituals they also found proof of someone squatting here not that long ago. There was a warm lighter on the doorstep of the backdoor entrance.

Ben's P.O.V.

"He can't be far. Must have heard us closing in." one of my firends screamed out.

The group got out of the building. I stayed behind to take photos and look for more evidence for the police. What I didn't expect was that he run out of the secret room beneath the floor and jump me.

He was strong for an old man. But he had an advantage, because I honestly had no idea that he was there. I have to get him or I'll get in trouble.

A fight followed. He managed to get me on the ground and choke me. Then he pulled away a bit, because he resched for the voodoo totem in the middle of the ritual. He snapped the totem in half. Bunch of mess, dust and something smelly fell directly into mine and his face.

The last thing I remember was him laughing hysterically. Then, darkness.

I woke up to the sound of my group approaching. They must have heard the screaming and the old man's laughter. I opened my eyes and then pain followed. My face was pressed on the ground. My hands behind my back, handcuffed.

"Now you'll go back where you belong fucker." I heard a VERY familiar voice.

I turned my head and saw my own body talking to someone. At that moment, I don't know what came over me. I got hysterical. Maybe if I explained who I am and gave them some details, then they might have trusted me. But I only screamed and cried and scream again.

The police arrived and the last thing I saw was my body looking at me with a mischievous grin, grabbing my body's crotch and winking at me.

This can't be happening

Abraham's P.O.V.

I am finally free. The escape was only a small part of the plan. The bigger one was to get all the ingredients to do the ritual and swap with someone. Poor fucker, he's gonna get a proper beating in jail. Well that's not my problem now. My only goal is to go unnoticed and start my new young life.

Ah, man. I can't wait much longer. They have to leave now or else I might explode all this cum right here in these clothes.

It took them 30 more minutes before they left me alone. I didn't have any chores as a reward for capturing him. Heh, right you fuckers. I won't be staying much longer.

I collapsed on the chair. Pretending to be someone else is surprisingly more stressful than I rememeber.

Anyway. Time to explore this new body! Wait! This guy seems strong. Let me just try something

Holy shit. What a stamina. It doesn't even hurt to lift myself. And those abs. Yeah. I'll be enjoying this. I laid down on the bed.

These are so hot man. I have NEVER in my life had these before. He must be in great shape overall.

I took off my shirt and decided I want to have some fun

Let's show these fucker's who's really storno. I got into the gym to show off my new body. Some of the guys tried not to look at me, but others just kept staring.

I went to the showers to enjoy myself in the mirror. Someone left their shaving cream and I could already feel the need to shave.

"Man, I look great!"

I took off the rest of the clothes and hopped into the shower. Being this fit is truly awesome. The tightness and horniness that I feel from beeing this strong is undiscrabable. I started jerking my new cock. Which was nicely curved, not that big, but wide enough to please some of the women I'm about to fuck. Or men, who knows.

I masturbated with no shame at all. Someone even came during my session and rather left instead of watching me enjoy myself. I finished all over the floor and just left it there.

Before the end of the day I was released from my duties for many inappropriate behavioirs. How should I know that those guys don't like to experiment with each other. I don't know what their issue was.

Anyway, I got on the nearest bus to get into town. Found the nearest shop and got me some fine cigarettes.

"I have missed this so fucking much" I said before coughing rapidly. "Not used to it, huh boy? Well don't worry, that's about to change" I took a puff of my cigarette heading of to the nearest bar.

A new life begins!

[vulpixisananimal]

(You wake up.)

(How long were you asleep? You were asleep so long you were dreaming. You were having a nightmare, more like. You were wandering around Dormont, and no matter what you'd say, everyone else would stay to The Script. Even when you saw yourself at the favor tree, all you would do is say the same stupid lines.)

(You shudder. Never again, please, never again.)

(You look to your side, someone had placed a heaping plate of food on your nightstand. Your stomache growled, so you decided to grab a bite. A quesadilla again, naturally. It was mostly cold now. That would put you at least an hour, maybe two behind schedule. It sounded busy outside, so maybe closer to midday?)

(What WAS your schedule?)

(Wake up, be sick, bump into isabeau, breakfast, explain over breakfast, clean up, prep for the day, go out and do whatever. Ramos came around at about. . . Three hours past noon. Stars, you had to plan.)

(You start to eat as you get up; your body lodging formal and VERY vocal complaints against moving. Stars, you were so hungry, you already finished your first quesadilla and needed another. And you still needed to get dressed!)

(It took a few minutes, but you were up, fed, and ready. Looking yourself over in the small mirror in your rented room, you looked. . . Looked like normal. Looked like him. Looked like you? Maybe.)

(Who were you, Loop? Who were you now? Just the friendly star? Is that all?)

(Ha. hahahhaha.)

(Curse you, Universe.)

(You head downstairs.)

". . . Hellooooo?" (Huh. There wasn't anyone around. They must have headed out or. . . Wait.)

(That noise you heared. It sounded familiar actually. You walk over to the door to the front yard and pull it open.)

(!!!!)

(Mirabelle, Bonnie, Nille, Isabeau, and Odile were all there going over battling! It looks like Isa was pretending to be a big ol scary sadness, it was, surprisngly similar to the house! You knew the script by heart too! Next Bonnie would say-)

"IF WE DO A COMBO, AND HAVE FIVE OF THE SAME SYMBOL, WE DO A 'JACKPOT SKILL!!!"'

"Exactly, Boniface. And see? We already have a combo of two right there."

(Ah right, because you weren't there to give that third hit.)

"When we get five of the same symbol, whether Rock, Paper, or Scissors, we'll be able to use a Jackpot Skill. . ."

"Only Rock, Paper, and Scissors attacks count for the Jackpot, by the way. We should be careful with how we use those skills, but we can use any other type of skill or item without breaking the combo."

"Yeah!! A combo will beat me!! Please, do a combo!"

(Hehe, because he's being a big ol sadness and not "knocked out.")

"You heared the man. Let's add three more scissors symbols to our lineup, shall we?"

(. . . Heh. Hehehehehehehe.)

(If you were going to be stuck in Stardusts little body, you will have some fun.)

"Of course M'dame!" (You say as you run past them all straight as Isabeau, leaping at him while he's still surprised. You both tumble back into the grass. You make a scissors symbol, and poke him on the nose with it.)

"!!!?!?!??!?!??!??!!?"

(Oh he looks so confused. And maybe blushing a little? Oh silly Loop~ You look over your shoulder to the rest of your companions with a cheeky smile.)

". . .Oops~"

"'HEY!!!" (Bonnie stomped the ground angry.) "CRABFACE!!! WE HAD THE MEANIE HANDLED!!!"

"L-language." (Nille was barely holding in a laugh, probably at seeing such a big guy like Isa being boddied by a twig like you.) "Good morning to you too."

(Odile chuckled and shook her head.) "Defeated in one blow. Truly, you are leagues ahead of us oh wise one."

"I was worried we were going to die, oh how strong it was!" (Mira continues.) "Bested by someone who should still be resting up!!!"

(Wuhoh.)

"A-ah, I'm doing fine! S-see?" (You say, getting off of Isabeau and sitting on the grass.) "No issue whatsoever~"

"incredible, absolutely incredible." (Odile says, she and the rest coming over.) "You're somehow a worse liar than Siffrin."

"Wh-" (You choke on your words.)

"Do they look paler than normal?" (Nille teased.) "What do you think Bonbon?"

"They look like white paint!!!"

"H-hey guys be nice!" (Isabeau FINALLY sat up.) "Loop just woke up, after all."

"Aww thank you Isabeau~" (You stretch. Huh, Loop, it was kind of nice to be known, honestly.) "And what have you all been up to since I passed out."

"Quite a bit!" (Mirabelle said, shaking her hands excitedly) "Madame Odile had an idea about your looping! And we decided to try and making easier! A-and-"

"Alright 'Bella, how about we get inside first." (Nille says, picking up her hammer.) "Gotta say, y'all really do have the whole battling thing down much better than I do."

"Oh don't worry Nille!" (Isabeau gets up.) "We were traveling for a whole year! We had lots of practice!"

"But until you catch up try to stick back with Boniface." (Odile adds.)

"Maybe I should be telling all you that~" (You joke, standing up.) "But really, I am feeling much better."

"Good! Now, to buisness-" (Odile leads you all back inside.)

(Your allies had been busy during your nap. They had gathered all the trinkets and supplies you'd gathered. You didn't bring all the eqipment you found in the house with you, and you didn't have nearly as much tonics, but it wasn't nothing. Paper mache gauntlets, Wok, etc.)

(They went over basic battling, and brushed up on their crafts. Nille had a solid place in battle too now. She had a nack for countering hits, so she'd stay to the side untill an opritunity showed itself and she'd jump in.)

(They were. . . Thinking about you?)

"-as the theory goes, anyway." (Odile had just finished explaining her theory on sleeping and looping.) "I do hope it's true, it would make everything so much easier."

"And if it does work!" (Mira says, excited.) "In the future just come out and say which loop it is! Everyone talked it out and well, i-it'll be easier to help you!"

"That's. . ." (It was, it was a lot to take in.) "That's really thoughtful."

"I didn't want you to have to do this alone." (Isa is smiling at you.) "We didn't, so, we perpared for you!"

"It was pretty fun, actually." (Nille is leaning back.) "Change, like I was finally getting to join my little sibling on fighting the bad guy."

"Yeah!!! And this time we're doing it as a big family!!!" (Bonbon, they're giving you the biggest smile.)

(You, you don't know how to respond.)

"I know this probably wont be the last loop, so we wont remember, but, that's ok!" (Isabeau. . .) "Because, Loop, I know every other me is going to try just as hard to help you!"

"Me too!"

"Mine as well."

"Same here!"

"YEAH!!!"

(Oh stars.)

(O-oh stars, it's, it's all too much. You're starting to cry. You're crying. It's, it's like when you first met them, so kind, and, a-and, and they're treating you like, like-)

"U-UH!!" (Isabeau holds up his hands seeing you cry.) "D-did I do something wrong?!?"

(You shake your head.)

"I think it's all a bit overwhelming. Besides, we were practicaly strangers in Dormont." (Odile rightly points out.)

"Doesn't matter!!" (Bonbon runs over to your side.) "Hey, hey, look at me."

(You look up at Bonnie, they're waving their hands-)

"You've been helping 'Frin out, and you helped us out too! We're not strangers anymore!"

"Hear hear."

"Alright! Group hug time!"

(O-oh stars, oh starsohstarsoh-)

(You're crying more, they're, they're so nice, they're being so nice. They're. . .)

(They're treating you as you. As Your own person. As a part of Siffrin but, as yourself as well. You're YOU. They know you're you!)

(You're cry even more now.)

"T-th, thank you guys. . ."

(You all stay a second more there, in a big old hug. They don't know who you really are, but they know you're Loop, and Loop needs help. And, they love you, even after all this time, they still love you. . .)

(. . .)

(Eventually, it has to end, and everyone gets back to their seats and you take a few deep breaths. In, and out.)

"Got a plan today then, Loop?" (Mira asks.)

"Well, a few~"

[celaenaeiln]

Jake and Mari meeting Damian for the first time

Jake: *watching Dick struggling to piggyback a 260+ lb man* Dad who is HE?!

Mari: Why're you carrying a man twice your size?!

Dick: *Wheezing but refusing to let go of his hold on Damian's legs* He's...he's my son...s-say "Hi, Damian."

Jake: I'm your son!

Mari: Jake's your son!

Dick: *gasping* Yes...but Damian's my first born."

Jake & Mari: *turning to look at Damian*

Damian: *looking back at them then turning his nose up and smirking*

Jake & Mari: *instantly activating their powers* This means war.

Dick: *jerking his head up* Wait-what?

--

Jake and Mari complaining to their Uncle Tim about Damian

Jake: You won't believe what he did! He hit me on the head with dad's eskrima!

Mari: He also punched me!

Tim: *snorting* Let me guess, he also stuck his tongue out at you two while Dad-DICK-wasn't looking?

Jake: Yeah! And then dad scolded all of us but when he was scolding me and Mari, Damian took dad's eskrima, put into his pocket-

Jake & Tim: *finishing together* -and mouthed "Mine."

Jake: Uncle Tim, you get it!!

Mari: *narrowing her eyes* speaking from experience?

Tim: *scowling at her*

Tim: .......hmm.

--

Tim and Jason forced to team up for a family mission

Tim: ...So I heard something interesting today.

Jason: Can we just shut up and work in silence so I can go home and eat and clean my guns in peace?

Tim: Jake and Mari told me they fought with Damian.

Jason: What? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! It must've been over Dick! It's the only thing that matters to that demon brat.

Tim: *smirking* yup. Remember when we fought over Dick?

Jason: Heh. I beat your ass. Good times, good times. I mean-what were we even fighting over, huh?

Tim: Liar, I totally won. And I know right? It's completely obvious-

Jason: Without a doubt-

Jason & Tim: *finishing confidently* I was Dick's favorite.

A ringing silence echoing in the batcave after that statement.

Tim: *smirk dropping* Did the pit wipe whatever brain you had managed to scrape by with? Dick obviously loved me more. He taught me how to analyze people, how to do laundry, and he even cooked for me! Me! He never cooks for anyone.

Jason: *sneering* And here I thought you were a detective but it turns out you were a "dumb-tective" instead. Has he ever gone skiing with you? Has he ever come up with a code-nickname for you like he did with "little wing" for me? Has he ever protected you from seeing seeing stuff cause he thought it wouldn't be appropriate?? Has he ever done that for you?

Tim: hE CALLS ME ALL THE TIME-HE LOVES ME MORE!!!

Jason: HE OPENS UP TO ME! IM THE ONE HE LOVES!

Tim: *screeching and lunging* I'LL BE SURE TO KNOCK YOUR BRAINS INTO PLACE!!

Jason: *grappling with him* AND I'LL MAKE SURE TO PUT YOURS BACK IN YOUR HEAD!!

*one hour later*

Jason & Tim: *Bloody, silent, and seething*

Tim: .....hey.

Jason: *gritting his teeth* what.

Tim: Did you and Bruce ever fight over who Dick loves more?

Jason: *mind exploding with memories of the two of them using sly, underhanded tricks to have Dick's attention for themself and sometimes even coming to blows over it* no. And I'm not the one who fought with a ten year old.

Tim: But you did.

Jason: You were thirteen.

Tim: No, I mean you and Damian fought.

Jason:

Tim: It's okay. I used to have a cold war with Bruce.

Jason: With Bruce? Why?

Tim: Because Bruce didn't want me but Dick did and Bruce is a possessive asshole who loves Dick but doesn't like sharing.

Jason: Damn. Yeah, that actually explains a lot. I'm still the favorite though.

Tim: *cracking his neck* You wanna go again?

Dick: *entering* Hey guys-woah, what's with the tension?

Jason: *Sidling up next to Dick and wrapping an arm around his shoulder* Nothin' Dickie. Heard your kiddies got into a fight.

Dick: *sighing* You heard already? It was a disaster. I'll tell you about it later. How're you doing, Tim? Everything okay, buddy?

Tim: *walking forward and grabbing Dick's hand* *furtively catching Jason's eye* Good Dick! I'm really glad you're back.

Dick: *immediately ruffling his hair and then Jason's* Awww! You're the sweetest. Both of you. I'm going to make sure the Bruce doesn't burn the kitchen down thinking he can suddenly cook in his old age.

Jason & Tim: *Turning to each other after Dick leaves* This means war.

Canon based

Dick is Tim's idol

Dick is Jason's idol

Dick teaching Tim panels I already posted before but here's him teaching Tim to fold laundry.

Dick protecting Jason's eyes from unsavory sights

Dick calling Jason Little Wing

Dick took Jason skiing when he was robin

Bruce being manipulative about wanting Dick back (another addition)

Jason is just like Bruce

And for fun XD

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 18 His POV

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

As I was about to be taken away by the Privy Council, Kate took my hand and led me to the garden behind the palace.

Kate: Roger, what’s the meaning of this? Arrest…

Roger: Calm down, Kate. Whatever’s going on is just as you heard.

Kate: …There’s really an arrest warrant?

(Don’t look so sad...I can’t resign myself to this if you make that face)

A deep sigh filled the space between us.

Roger: …Yeah, long story short—I’ve been set up by the Privy Council.

I’m now a criminal and a traitor to Crown.

At first, I thought it was one of those Vogel guys behind it. Never thought it’d be one of our own.

Kate frowned in confusion.

Kate: …Traitor? You…? …There’s no way that will ever happen.

You would never betray Crown!

(Yeah, I know. I thought it was impossible)

(That’s why I made you that promise that day. I made a vow to myself when I purposely said those words)

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: However, I’m gonna change my fate. It’s absurd to allow myself to be controlled by it. Kate, I’ve taken a liking to you so I’ll promise you this. I will never betray you without a reason. Never.

~~ End flashback ~~

As someone who spent my life trying to tame my curse, surrendering to it was like admitting defeat.

But—I completely lost.

Roger: …I could.

Kate: Roger…?

Roger: …It’s laughable, isn’t it…?

I was shaking with the anger, sadness, and despair rising within me.

Roger: I swore to myself that I’d tame my curse. I wouldn’t let fate drive me mad like God’s whim.

I resolved to never betray anyone unknowingly. ..And yet.

You can’t fight it…just by your will alone?

Kate: …

I’ve lived all my life fighting against despair.

But it’s like my curse was mocking me, saying “it was all useless.”

Roger: Is this how I meet my tragic end?

…Surrendering myself to my curse…

Kate: No…

You won’t! You can’t let your curse beat you—

I heard the voices and footsteps of those searching for us. Kate took my hand and quickly hid behind a hedge of Chinese privet.

I could hear their footsteps coming closer, signaling that our brief moment together was about to come to an end.

(It sounds pathetic, but the only thing I can do now is let her go. Can’t get her involved. I can do that much)

Kate: Run away with me, Roger.

Roger: That’d just make the crime worse.

Kate: …I still don’t have a complete grasp on the situation.

However, I know you’ve been falsely accused. Until that gets cleared up…

As if to stop Kate from weaving more kind words, I cut her off.

Roger: Kate, though we ended up spending time together by pure chance, I enjoyed it.

Kate’s eyes wavered.

Kate: What are you talking about at a time like this?

(...I can’t waver. I just need to tell her the truth as simple as possible) 

Roger: Take care of Ale. My old man should be back soon to pick him up.

I picked Ale up and shoved him in Kate’s arms.

Kate: Eh, huh?

Roger: And when your time as Fairytale Keeper’s up, turn to Victor. He’s a good one.

Kate: Roger, what are you saying?

Roger: And finally.

(“Finally”, huh?)

That word brought up emotions that I desperately tried to hold back.

(...Ah, damn it.  Love is such a foolish, troublesome emotion)

My body moved on its own—I impulsively took Kate’s lips with mine.

Roger: —Kate, I've fallen for you.

Kate: …

(...I didn’t plan to tell you this at the very end)

Roger: Heh, what’s with that dumb look? You didn’t notice? You’re pretty dense for someone that boasted about being a teacher of love. You’ve got terrible drinking habits and hate losing, but you’re earnest and stubborn. I know your bad points.  Still, even with all this trouble…Kate, I adore you.

Kate’s eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and sadness.

Kate: …Why are you telling me all of this now?!

Roger: ‘Cause I might never see you again. My ego’s telling me I’ll regret not telling you.

Kate: Never see me again…

(Kate. Anyone who says stuff like at the last moment’s no good)

(I’m a selfish man that wants a part of me left in you, even if just a little. That’s why)

Roger: I’m retracting my definition of “romantic love’s just a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire.” Love definitely exists in this world. Q.E.D.

(You deserve to be adored by someone more kind and sincere. I want you to keep laughing and smiling for the rest of your life)

Privy Council member: There they are, I found them!

Roger: Whoops, looks like time’s up. They’re so impatient.

Kate: Roger…

Roger: See ya, Kate. Take care. Ale, you live a long life too.

Ale: …Kuuuuun?

Roger: …Can’t even pet you cuties’ heads with these handcuffs on.

I tried to smile like I usually do and turned my back on Kate and Ale.

Kate: No, Roger! Don’t go!

(...Don’t make such a sad sound)

Kate: …Roger, Roger! There’s no way you can’t hear me!

(Yeah, I can hear you. I won’t forget your voice for the rest of my life)

Kate: Roger!

(Kate)

(Please don’t give in to despair. Be happy)

And thus—I disappeared from Kate’s sight.

Next

[courtofowlsbutpoor]

my ideal ending for the stormlight Archive

Quick disclaimer: I have not read wind and truth or rhythm of war so no spoilers for either please! This is also completely for fun and in NO way my actual opinion on the ending of Arc 1.

Odium: You’re right Kaladin. I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PARSHMEN, I NEVER HAVE. I WOULD KILL A MILLION PARSHMEN BEFORE I ADMIT DEFEAT. Kaladin: (Slow clap) That is so great to hear. Odium: What? Kaladin: (Holds up recording device) And you’re whole army just heard it too. Cut to Parshmen beating up the voidbringers.

Odium: NO! NOOOOOO!

He lunges at Kaladin but at the last second Venli flies in and punches him. Venli: THAT WAS FOR ESHONAI! (Punches him again) and that one was just for fun. Odium is put in super mega jail by Hoid.

Cut to huge party in Kholinar palace. Kaladin: We did it guys! We beat Odium! Lopen: And made it back just in time for some Chouta! Everyone: (Brief pause) Oh Lopen!

everyone laughs. Kaladin walks over to Shallan.

Kaladin: Soooo, Shallan. How are Veil and Radiant feeling.

Shallan: Heh. I think it’s just Shallan now. pan down to a drawing of Veil, Shallan, and Radiant all holding hands. Kaladin: Oh. That’s great!

Shallan: By the way, there’s something I needed to talk to you about. Me and Adolin, we’re going to stay together. And I love you. But just as a friend.

Kaladin laughs.

Kaladin: That’s alright Shallan. Besides, I might be seeing someone else. He looks over at Syl and winks at her.

Shallan laughs and walks away. Szeth walks up to Kaladin. Szeth elbows Kaladin.

Szeth: Lady troubles huh? Kaladin: Oh shut up. What are you going to do now, “Assasin in white”? Szeth: I don’t know Kaladin. But I do need to make up for my crimes. (This is subtle foreshadowing for the Szeth spin-off show.)

Meanwhile Shallan is talking Adolin.

Shallan: Adolin, what’s wrong? Adolin: It’s nothing Shallan. Just… my father. Why did he have to sacrifice himself? Suddenly, Dalinar bursts through the window and lands in the middle of the party.

Dalinar: Come on! You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily did you?

Adolin: Dad?!? But you died! Dalinar: Well, I always was one for a dramatic entrance!

Adolin: How did you survive the fall off of that cliff!?!

Dalinar: Well, I thought I was dead for sure! But then she found me! he points to Lift , who’s eating food. Lift: What can I say? He seemed like he had nice food! Everyone laughs as “Party rock anthem” comes on. Everyone starts dancing, expect for Moash, who is still in a jail cell. Kaladin: (Unlocks the door) Come on Moash, get on the floor!

Moash: Really? After everything I’ve done, you still can forgive me? Kaladin: Yeah Moash. I can.

Moash hits the floor and does some epic dances. Shallan: Come on Jasnah! Give us some bars! Jasnah: Hmph. How unbecoming. But if you insist. Jasnah goes to the dj table and sings an epic rap.

Shallan: Wow Adolin. We’ve had a crazy life. Someone should document all this.

Adolin: What, like a book? Shallan: No, more an… Archive.

Adolin: Well, I heard they can use Stormlight to record things. Maybe you could use that. Shallan. Hmm… The Stormlight Archive. I like the sound of that.

Everyone sings together as the camera pans out. We end on a small hill. Rock takes a sip of stew.

Rock: Airsick Lowlanders. Maybe they aren’t so bad.

Rock turns to us, and winks at the camera.

THE END

Post- Credits scene:

Hoid: Odium is gone. But it’s clear. The humans need to be stopped, or they will destroy all we have built. So. Are you with me?

The Lord Ruler, Tonk Fah (holding Nightblood) whoever the villain of Wax and Wayne is, Hrathen, and Sadeas all walk out from the shadows. They turn to the back. TARAVANGIAN(!) looks up.

Taravangian: heh. Let’s do it. Hoid smiles. Cut to black.

HOID WILL RETURN IN “DRAGONSTEEL”

god I put too much effort into this

[giamee]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 prev. OG 5 GUYS INTRO!

masterlist. next. ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

INTRODUCING THE ISLANDERS ...

"i'm ayato, i'm 25 and from inazuma. i work as an accountant (wink). no no just joking don't keep that in-"

"(cough) i work as an accountant, i really love my life to be honest. the thing i love most on this earth is my car- it's a porsche, and the longest i've ever had a girlfriend for is about.... 2 weeks? so good luck to the next one haw haw haw-"

"my type? i like pretty women. let's hope there are some on the show haw haw haw"

"hello!! my name's tighnari, nari for short, i'm 22, and i'm currently studying biochemistry at the akademiya in sumeru"

"i really love being outdoors and nature, so my perfect first date would be a long hike in the woods, or just any physical activity. i think you can really tell a lot about a person when you're out in nature with them"

"so.... i guess that makes my ideal type someone who also loves the outdoors? i have a thing for more nerdy girls, too- it's something i've noticed. i just find it so cute when a girl has glasses"

".... an ick? if she litters, it's an instant no from me"

"i'm alhaitham, i'm 25, i'm from sumeru and i'm a court stenographer"

"to be completely honest, i'm here because i lost a bet with my friend. he thinks i need to try harder to find a girlfriend so i'll see how it goes on this show. it would be funny to see the look on his face if i do end up meeting a girl i like, i guess."

"a fun fact about myself? i can type 120 words per minute"

"i don't think i've really struggled with romance. there's been many girls who have tried to get with me, i'm just not really the type to get with someone for the sake of it. does that sound like i'm bragging? oh well."

"i don't think i have a type, either. i like who i like, simple as that."

"how's my hair looking? ok, good."

"i'm kaeya but you can call me handsome, im 24, and i live in mondstadt. i work in sales, so that definitely helps when i'm chatting up girls, heh."

"my go to pick up line? do you believe in love at first sight or do i have to walk past you again? (chuckle) nah, nah, i'm joking. i don't really use pickup lines, i'll just buy a girl a drink and we get talking and then... you know. it's a pretty good tactic. or maybe it's just me, heh."

"i like women who are confident in themselves. i don't want to have to spend all my time reassuring her, you know? and a girl who can keep me on my toes, someone who can beat me at my own game, you get me?"

"i have yet to meet a girl like that, i guess that's the reason why i've never had a proper girlfriend."

"my name's xiao, i'm 26, and i'm a tattoo artist from liyue"

"i get told that i look young for my age quite a lot- i guess it's to do with the height? it'll pay off when i'm 40 and still looking 20, at least"

"my type? ... to be really honest, i love girls with thick thighs and pretty smiles. there's nothing better than that"

"an ick? girls who go around saying if he's under 6 foot i don't want him- they're missing out on some good dick because they can't pull their heads out of their asses, that's for sure... oh shit, am i allowed to say that?"

𝜗𝜚 gia's notes :: and now the five guys! all the og islanders are now introduced 🥳🥳

[serpentsillusion]

*Mild language, sexual and suggestive content warning* 🤭⚠️ 🔞 a little humorous too. I live to make you all giggle a little.

The Silver Trio hanging around Hog's Head Alley and Sebastian apparently has a "soft item" kink...but he will never admit it, knowingly... MC is being her cheeky and feisty self (like always), and Ominis just puts up with both of them. MC is a veteran of their boyish games at this point and can joke around in a vulgar manner with absolutely no problem. (She was raised by her -wizard military- father mostly) one of the many things Seb absolutely adores about her. Her tough and cocky yet awkward and rather somewhat feminine side caught his eye in DATDA class when she royally served his ass in front of everyone.

✨🐍

Please let me know what you guys think! I literally just started writing, and I'm quickly realizing that I actually enjoy it! What do you want to read next? Do you want to see my MC? Ask me anything and give me a follow! I would very much appreciate the spirits and the support! 😁✨

Enjoy!

*Ominis, Sebastian and MC walking around, hanging out in the shady part of hogsmeade together*

MC: Why does it always smell like urine and ass, over here?

Sebastian: Maybe because it mostly is?? Do you ever think about that MC? No. You don't, because you only think about yourself.

MC: *is shooketh* How dare you... At least I don't beat my dick into a fuzzy blanket every night...

Sebastian: *gasps* HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?! Who told you? *Sebastian shoots a sharp glare straight through Ominis*

Ominis: HA!

MC: You're not denying it Seb.

Sebastian, (obviously lying): pfft..I don't USE a fuzzy blanket, I use my HAND, like a man... Ominis is lying to you.

Ominis: I never said a word.

MC: He's right... he didn't say anything Seb.

Sebastian: Argh! He didn't have to!! I can't go around telling all my secrets can I? And if I DO, I tell only one person. And that's Ominis.

MC: so no fuzzy blanket then?

Sebastian: OH MY MERLIN!! 💢

Ominis: Will you two just stop bickering like a married couple for two seconds and just kiss each other already!! Get it over with! I'm growing increasingly tired of having to listen to you two spat all the time!

*Sebastian and MC look at each other quickly and look back at Ominis shocked by his very statement.*

MC: You want me and Sebastian to kiss?! Right here? Right NOW?

Sebastian, (silently to himself): OMG. yus

Ominis: *stopping in his tracks* If it will get to guys to stop fighting all the time then yes. ALSO, MC! The blanket he "does" in fact "use" happens to be mine by the way. *he glares over to Sebastian's direction* It WAS a gift from my Aunt, until some freckled little rat stole it. It also used to be called "Mr. Fuzzy"...

MC: *snickering* Mr. Fuzzy.. kinky but okay. Glad to finally know Sebastian's got a Kink. ✨Heh heh.

Sebastian: Hey!! I'M NOT KINKY!

MC: *shoots finger guns at Seb* heh. Kinky. I knew it! *Finger gun noises* heh heh.

Sebastian, (trying to act cool): I'm not kinky, I'm pretty standard actually..😒

MC: standard huh? Is that what you call it? Well Damn! I honestly took you for a pretty "well rounded" type of guy 😏... Weird.

Sebastian: *realizing what he just said, and what MC is hinting at* OH! that's not what I meant!! M-Maybe I-I am well rou- Argh! Why are you being so cheeky MC? (Seb is getting flustered btw)

MC: I got it from my parents probably. Idk. *She shrugs*

Sebastian: Are your parents as difficult as you are?

MC: Nah. Worse..

Ominis: *turns, leans in, and whispers* Maybe if you actually told MC how you felt about her Sebastian, how you wanted it to be her, then it WOULD be HER you were "using" for your freaky little sexual fantasies.. instead of MY old blanket!

Sebastian: OH here we go again, Ominis.. I'm over here.

Ominis: wtf. 

MC: I heard all of that. 

Sebastian: What did he say?

Ominis: Merlin's beard! I can't help it if you guys stand so insufferably close together!!

MC: I'm not going to say a word to him about it Ominis. Lol

Ominis: shush MC

Sebastian: Why are you guys whispering? STOP TALKING ABOUT ME! 💢

*MC straightens herself and very quickly looks back and forth between Seb and Ominis not knowing what to say, she can feel her cheeks getting hot from the literal whole tea pot Ominis just dumped on his best friend*

MC: We we're uh talking about that cat over there. Also, *she starts panicking* I'm changing my name to Mr. Fuzzy.

Sebastian: wait what?

Ominis: What?

MC: what? 😳

MC, (to herself): why am I like this? 😭

Sebastian: Ominis can't even see, let alone a stray cat.. stop being sus MC. What about Mr. Fuzzy?...Btw that's a really dumb name for a blanket Ominis.

Ominis: Rude.

*Splishing-splash sounds are heard around Ominis' feet*

Ominis: You guys.... I think my left shoe is wet..

Sebastian: Oh.. your standing in a puddle of urine probably Ominis.

Ominis: *immediately pukes*

Sebastian: How lovely! Now it smells like urine, ass AND now Ominis over here.

MC: probably smells better than Mr. Fuzzy.

Sebastian: OH FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!!💢

[panpanghost]

part 8 of this au (that'll never have a name apparently.)

Macaque opened his eyes feeling something warm and soft emracing him, the scent of peaches filled his nose.

Someone is hugging me, my face is on his bare chest, nope, he's cuddling me. How did I get here? Who the fuck is that? Damn it! I can't remember anything. Did he kidnap me? How did he manage to sneak up on me? There's something wrong with my body, I can't feel my magic. I don't think I can fight my way out, I need to get out before he wakes up.

Macaque shifted slowly, studying the kidnapper's heartbeat to know if he's a heavy or a light sleeper, hopefully a very heavy one. After trying to wiggle out a little, he realised that his type of sleep isn't the problem, that fucker is crazy strong, he can't move him at all.

Shit! What is this?! A death trap?! Let me go you piece of shit!!!

Suddenly Macaque froze, he could hear the other's heartbeat grow stronger and his breathing faster.

Shit!

_"Mmm, Moon? Are you up?" the kidnapper asked, half asleep with his furr all messy.

It's another primal monkey...

Macaque's heart skipped a beat when he saw the other's face, he looked like him yet different. He's never met someone like him.

_"pretty..." Macaque blabbered out before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks burning as he realised what he'd said.

WHY IS HE SO DAMN CUTE?! NO! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MACAQUE!! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! HE KIDNAPPED YOU-

_"Heh, well I've had a gorgeous mate take care of me." Macaque's brain stopped working for a second as he received a kiss on his forehead and saw the other's cheeks glow pink like his mask, with a soft smile. "How are you feeling? You've been out for a couple days now. I was really worried."

_"I-uh- I'm feeling great. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque asked nicely.

Something is definitely wrong. I've been out for days and I can't remember anything, add to that my magic is disappearing. Also WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HALF NAKED?! Just because he's cute doesn't mean he get a green card to do whatever he wants with me!

_"Oh, right, sorry about that." The golden monkey said, slowly letting go of Macaque.

HOT TAMALE! NOOO!

Macaque slapped himself mentally as he was finally able to see the other's full body, the golden monkey stretched his muscles and got out of bed.

PUT A SHIRT ON! Also where's my shirt?!

Macaque looked around the room, the sun light was more than enough to let him see everything. The room is big, a bit messy, there are clothes on the floor, maybe one of them is his.

Macaque's attention turned back to the golden monkey as he approached him then stood right next to him.

What does he want now? Macaque's heartbeat started growing faster. This guy might be nice for now but it would be a death wish to upset him. I need to be careful.

_"How's your eye? Can you see clearly now?" The golden one asked, cupping Macaque's face and holding it up to look at him with a kind smile.

_"What's wrong with my eye?" Macaque asked, scared.

Did he do something to my eyes? Should I escape now? How can I get out of here? I don't think I have enough magic to open a portal, maybe I can travel through the shadows-

Macaque's thoughts were broken when he saw how worried the golden monkey got, fear slowly crawling his face.

_"It's happening again." What? "You don't remember, do you?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice,

_"Remember what?"

_"Damn it!" Macaque flinched when he flet the other growing angry, he needs to get out now!

_"Well, this was fun and all, but I need to head home now." Macaque said, slipping past the golden monkey and heading to the door,

_"No, wait," The golden monkey grabbed his arm. There's no escaping now, Macaque is anxious, what should he do? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Even though he clearly looks worried, I can't shake that feeling that I need to run away from him, he's dangerous. Every instinct in me is saying to go as far away as fast as possible. But I can't, something's wrong with my magic.

_"Macaque, please. Just let me explain. You're in danger."

_"And how do I know you're not a danger to me?" shit. My stupid sassy mouth. What if he gets angry?

Macaque's was about to make a final attempt at escaping, maybe conjur some of the dark magic in him, he can't control himself in that state but it's better than just taking a beating-

The grab around Macaque's arm loosened and he saw the look on the golden monkey's face,

He looks broken... It's like I've taken away all the happiness in the world with just one sentence. Maybe I was too harsh on him...

_"I'm sorry..." The golden monkey let go of Macaque's arm and took a step back, looking down and biting his lower lip.

Is he about to cry? Shit. I didn't think he'd be sad...

It's ok if you don't remember me, but I won't let you go so easily so act cruel all you want, I know how weak your heart is when it comes to tears.

_"It's okay. I'm sorry too. You're right. I can't remember much." Macaque took a step forward, lost in what to do to stop the other from crying.

_"It's ok, I know it's not your fault, it's the crown. You started losing your memories and magic when they put it on you. I should've stopped them. I'm sorry." As long as I keep speaking the truth, he'll stay.

_"The crown?" Macaque turned to face the mirror, he does have a crown on his head and all his glamour is gone. His heart sunk at his sight.

What the fuck happened to me?

Scared, all he could hear is his heartbeat as he approached the mirror and placed his hands on the crown trying to take it off.

It's dark magic. I can't take it off.

When he gave up on the crown, his hand traced down the scars to his right eye.

This isn't mine...

_"What happened to me?" He turned to the golden monkey, completely lost and scared.

_"I'll tell you everything you want to know," the golden monkey approached him, arms open, it looked like he wanted to hug him but then stopped,

_"Who are you?" Macaque asked, glaring at the other,

_"I'm Sun Wukong g- the Monkey King, I rule over Flower Fruit Mountain, the one we're on."

_"How did I get here?"

_"You came here, liked the place and stayed."

_"I came on my own?" he didn't kidnap me?

_"Yes. You decided to stay. It's not like anyone can make you stay."

_"Not so sure about that." Macaque gave a judging look,

_"I- It wasn't me, I didn't put the crown on you. I don't even know who did, but I've been searching all over. I promise you, I'll make them pay, but until then, promise me you won't use your magic."

_"Sorry, but I can't promise you that bud." Macaque smiled, Wukong knows that smile, he's on the defence.

He's scared and thinking of a way out.

Macaque's eyes widened as the king got to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor,

_"I'm sorry I let them do that to you, but please, I'm begging you. Don't use your magic. The more you use it the worse it gets. Please. Just give me some time to break the spell."

_"Ok, fine, I won't use my magic, just get up, I get it."

I misjudged him, I think he really cares about me and I broke his heart. I kind of feel guilty now.

_"Really? You promise?" the king looked up at him, eyes gleaming with hope,

_"Ok! I promise! Just get up already!"

_"Hehe, ok,ok." The king smiled and got up.

You're so adorable.

For a moment it went silent as Macaque stared at The king's eyes.

It's his.

_"*sigh* So, your highness, I believe you didn't do this to me. Do have any lead on who did?"

_"Wukong."

_"What?"

_"I won't answer until you call me by my name. It's Wukong."

_"You said you're the Monkey King, it'll be rude to address you by your name."

_"Call me Wukong or I won't answer anymore questions."

_"Wha- What difference does that make?"

_"It does make a difference!" Wukong froze when he saw his love tense up, he scared him, again, "You don't remember, but I do. And it hurts." The look on Wukong's face told Macaque everything. His heart ached at the thought.

Macaque opened his mouth to speak then shut it again, then after a deep breath he spoke again,

_"I'm sorry Wukong. Can you keep answering my questions please?" Macaque asked softly,

_"Whatever you want." Wukong looked a bit relieved when Macaque said his name. "Can I hug you?" You've always been a needy one.

_"Sure." I can't say no now, he might get angry any minute.

Wukong hugged him tightly but not enough to hurt him. The scent, the touch, the warmth; it all made Macaque feel... safe?

Why am I letting my guard down? It's like I miss him, I want to melt into him, what the fuck is wrong with me?

_"You haven't eaten anything for days, can I answer your questions after we eat?" Wukong asked, still holding his moon,

_"Yeh, why not." Macaque answered, he is hungry.

Wait- their skin is touching. Macaque felt his cheeks burning red, "Also, we need to dress up." he said trying to push Wukong away,

_"Oh, right. Do you wanna shower first?" Wukong looked down at him,

_"Sure. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque said smiling anxiously.

_"Five more seconds." Wukong hugged him a bit tighter then let go, "sorry, I didn't know when you'll let me touch you again."

_"Noted. Now where are my clothes?"

_"Oh right- shower, I'll prepare our clothes then we can hit the showers."

_"Ok." Macaque watched him as he left the room, the his head popped up again,

_"Please don't go outside the house, you might get lost."

_"I'm not going out half naked."

Wukong gave him the 'I know' smile then left again, "be right back!"

Macaque sat on the bed, exhausted, he can smell himself all over this room with peaches, It's the same as the other's scent.

Wait- did he say 'our' clothes. Shit! We're not bathing together, are we? I mean it's normal to bathe together we're monkeys but doing it alone with him is a completely different matter. I don't even know anything about him but everything suggests he's my mate, he also saw me without my glamour and didn't react, which means this isn't the first time he'd see me like this. He could also be a really good liar. What should I do if he tries something in the showers? What if I say no and he gets mad... I need to find a way out but I don't even know how to get out of this house. Even if I managed to get out how far can I go before he finds me again? How long can I survive outside without my magic? Maybe I can find a place to hide-

_"What are you thinking about?" Wukong asked walking inside,

_"It's nothing, I'm just really hungry."

He's lying, he's still trying to run away, I need to think of something to convince him to stay.

_"Then we better hurry. Can you walk?"

_"Yeh, just so you know, I'm physically fine."

_"That's good, although I would've loved carrying you around." Wukong said turning and walking to door,

Did he just-

_"You coming?" Wukong glanced at him,

_"Yeh, right behind you." Shit- keep it together Macaque.

part 9

[autiezo]

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant wears a frown only you can see.

HARRY - [ Heh? But we just woke up. The day started 30 seconds ago. What did we do? ]

INLAND EMPIRE - Or what didn't we do? To save all that we have lost...

ENCYCLOPEDIA - I don't have any information except old news. I'm just as confused as you are.

HARRY - [ Maybe Kim's mad at something else, and not me? ]

EMPATHY - Hmm. Yes and no.

HARRY - [ The fuck does that mean!? ]

COMPOSURE - Easy, cowboy. Don't freak out; that makes things worse.

HARRY - [ Okay, okay. Calm. I'm so goddamn calm right now. ]

LOGIC - If Kim doesn't tell you what's wrong, you can't be expected to make any corrections. Fair's fair.

SUGGESTION - Urgh. Could you guys stop yammering? That's my thing, quit trying to steal it.

SUGGESTION - Anyways, Harry. What you need to do is simple. The lieutenant is a straightforward man, who detests beating around the bush. So, ask nicely and you shall receive.

HARRY - [ Sure, sounds easy enough. ]

HARRY - "Good morning, Kim. Is something wrong? You seem a bit grumpy."

KIM - The bespectacled man makes eye contact with you, "Hmmm? Ah, there's nothing. Don't worry about it." He shrugs his shoulders, turning away.

DRAMA - A white lie, sire!

HARRY - "C'mon, aren't we partners? You can tell me anything."

KIM - His shoulders drop slightly, and he lets go of a deep sigh. Raising an eyebrow, he says, "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

HARRY - "Nope."

KIM - He nods, choosing his words carefully, "Okay, I'll tell you, but on the condition that you cannot laugh."

EMPATHY - He's deadly serious. If you mock him, you can say goodbye to knowing Kim's embarrassing thoughts ever again.

HARRY - Put a hand on your chest, and say in a grave tone, "I promise to never laugh, with all my heart and soul."

KIM - His mouth curls a little upwards, as your partner says, "No need to be so dramatic, detective. But thank you."

PERCEPTION - His tone has lightened by 25%, indicating bemusement.

KIM - Pursing his lips, he then decides to relax in your company. Sheepishly, he winces and reveals, "I know it's illogical, but... I had a nightmare where we were in a zombie apocalypse. In the dream, you kept disobeying my instructions. Since you never listened to me, you nearly died thrice. I had to save your life every time. It was rather frustrating."

VOLITION - Oh, that's all? Phew. This man is part of my lifeline, so I'm glad he's not actually angry. I'd be running around like a headless chicken without Kim's friendship.

HARRY - Take him very seriously and hum, saying, "Yes. That does sound like something I'd do."

KIM - A chuckle escapes him as he nods and smiles a bit wider. "Yes, indeed. Let's get back to work, shall we?"