#the same is a thief and a robber.

[littlemissbiatch]

Ready for it by Taylor swift is so kanej coded

[thestuffedalligator]

The duchy was founded - unofficially - when some enterprising little thief had read through the royal lawbooks, looking for loopholes like a worm trying to wriggle its way through a brick, and had discovered that while the king's men could follow a man across mountains, forests, and plains, they were not granted the same jurisdiction over bodies of water.

This had started the popular idea amongst the kingdom's criminal underbelly that if a thief took a boat and paddled out into the middle of a pond, the king's men technically couldn't do anything about it.

Of course, the realist interjected, it'd never work; if you tried it, then you'd be one thief in the middle of a pond, with all those guards waiting on the shore for you to either wash up with the flotsam or die of starvation.

Still, the idea was alluring. It hung around the popular consciousness as a thought, an untested hypothesis, an interesting fact.

It would've remained so if it wasn't for Edmund Snood, an enterprising young thief who hadn't quite enterprised an escape plan, and with the guard closing behind him had grabbed a rowboat and cast himself out into the largest of the kingdom's lakes so fast that he had skipped like a thrown stone.

And as Edmund fended off the banks and the horrible, grinning, patient faces of the guards waiting for him there, word had spread across the kingdom. Soon enough, thieves and thugs were all paddling up to the little rowboat with a sandwich and a few words of encouragement, attaboy, Eddie, show them who's boss, eh? We're all rooting for you back home!

And after four days, the duchy was founded - unofficially - when Jack "Jackal" Jaseroque had lashed his rowboat to Edmund's and took over the duty of paddling while Edmund took the first sleep he had in half a week.

After that, another boat lashed together with the two. Then another. Then four more. A lean-to shelter was built, torn down, and rebuilt bigger. Walkways were tied together. And then in a wave of tidal force, the thieves and thugs, bandits and brigands, vandals and vagabonds of the kingdom all sailed out to the little assemblage. Leather bladders were inflated to help with bouyancy. Ramshackle halls were raised. A strict rotation of paddling duty was arranged to fend off the banks.

And the tune of the realist had changed - they can't be watching all the shores, right? So if we just spend a couple days here, keep an eye out, and head out again once we've spotted a gap, then who cares about a little bit of paddling in the meantime, right?

The duchy was founded - officially - when Edmund Snood took on the role of dukedom to universal acclaim. This was also when the name of the little commune had been agreed on, as the makeshift structure bobbed gently on the water's surface.

It was called the Robber Duchy.

[00-jammy-00]

Hii jammy!! Dunno if You could do hcs of a yandere! Lovesick! Detective?

Bonus points if he is plainly intimidating, like scary dog privilages of smth, and has already planned to kidnap the reader, also he is strong and buff and hell

Bye bye pooks! <3

Oh and also, can I be 😾 anon?

Yan!Detective HC’s

Yan!Detective x GN! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, obsession, murder, isolation, gaslighting, nsfw mentions

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Yan!Detective who was assigned to help you for his new case. Your house was broken into? They only took your valuables and didn’t even touch you?? What a wasted opportunity.

Yan!Detective who promises you he’ll find your robber, using the pad of his thumb to brush away those pretty tears. His coworkers sit behind you both with a shocked look on their faces. Last time someone cried in front of him, he had rolled his eyes and scoffed.

Yan!Detective who starts to get to know you, this is a simple case, the robber was clumsy and left his fingerprints everywhere but he can’t let you go so soon.

Yan!Detective who offers to let you stay with him until he catches the thief. You’re not bothering him, don’t worry. He offers to sleep on the couch, desperate for you to sleep in his bed so when you’re gone he can hump the pillows but you offer him something even better.

Yan!Detective whose jaw physically drops when you offer to just sleep in the same bed as him and just stick to each other’s side. He knows what you’re doing, he can see the little blush on your face you naughty thing.

Yan!Detective who holds you tight when you get closer, burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, just the smell had his cock aching.

Yan!Detective who has already killed your robber yet he still pretends to work the case, just so he can see you in his kitchen, in his shirt, sipping coffee from one of his coffee mugs. He doesn’t care if you’re a guy or not, he’s going to make you his pretty little housewife.

Yan!Detective who started isolating you from everyone after he finally closed the case, pretending to get in a brawl with the robber. Who’s that? Your friend? No she’s not? What if she was working with that thief?

Yan!Detective who doesn’t feel a single bit of guilt, not for isolating you, not for practically keeping you locked in his house and especially not for fucking you into the mattress. He’s gentle, sometimes, he knows you prefer it rough anyway.

Yan!Detective who refuses to buy you clothes, you can wear his clothes, no underwear though, it only gets in the way, especially when you’re in the kitchen and he’s got you bent over the counter where you had been doing the dishes. Fuck, you’re just the perfect housewife for him aren’t you? ——————————————————————————————————

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[jakeperalta]

knew i was a ROBBER first time that he SAW ME stealinheartsandrunninoffandneversayin SORRY but if i'm a THIEF then he can join the HEIST and we'll move to an island and and he can be my JAILer burton to this TAYLor everyloveiveknownincomparisonisa FAILure i forget their NAMES now I'm so very TAME now never be the SAME now

[thatgirlwbraids]

you are limitless , you can manifest anything

when it comes to LOA you can have whatever you want literally WHATEVER you are completely limitless as everything literally EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE’s existence is because of you , you are the cause you are the creator of this world .

“If you can conceptualize it, it must exist. These are so minute in detail that we will never truly question the nature of our reality. It is best to view this reality almost like a frame by frame video. However, Consciousness does not have to be the watcher of this video, but can stop the frame and redirect the video to where Man sees fit. Since there are infinite Versions of yourself, being Specific on how you want to be is achievable. Take where you are now. Maybe you are 18 years old, maybe 48, it does not matter. Go back one year and realize that one year ago, the Version you are now, existed when you were 17 or 47 years old. Did you not have the freedom to be a different version? If so, do you not have that same freedom now? “ - edward art

Man can bring things into existence through his thoughts and consciousness .

Consciousness has the power to resurrect or bring things into existence . nothing exists without your consciousness or imagination

This truth is common to all men, but the consciousness of it – and much more, the self-consciousness of it – is another matter. The day I realized this great truth – that everything in my world is a manifestation of the mental activity which goes on within me, and that the conditions and circumstances of my life only reflect the state of consciousness with which I am fused – is the most momentous in my life.

you are always going to be greater than anything that is expressed in your reality be it good or bad because ofc ? like you created it and the creator is always greater than it’s creations .

“ The power conceiving and the thing conceived are one but the power to conceive is greater than the conception. Jesus discovered this glorious truth when he declared, "I and my Father are one but my Father is greater than I." The power conceiving itself to be man is greater than its conception. All conceptions are limitations of the conceiver. Consciousness precedes all manifestations and is the prop upon which all manifestation rests. To remove the manifestations all that is required of you, the conceiver, is to take your attention away from the conception. Instead of "Out of sight out of mind," it really is "Out of mind out of sight." The manifestation will remain in sight only as long as it takes the force with which the conceiver — I AM — originally endowed it to spend itself. This applies to all creation from the infinitesimally small electron to the infinitely great universe. Be still and know that I AM God. Yes, this very I AM, your awareness of being, is God, the only God. I AM is the Lord— the God of all Flesh— all manifestation. This presence, your unconditioned awareness, comprehends neither beginning nor ending; limitations exist only in the manifestation. When you realize that this awareness is your eternal self you will know that before Abraham was, I AM.“

“ Only through one door can that which you seek pass into the world of manifestation. I AM the door. Your consciousness is the door, so you must become conscious of being and having that which you desire to be and to have. Any attempt to realize your desires in ways other than through the door of consciousness makes you a thief and a robber unto yourself. Any expression that is not felt is unnatural. Before anything appears, God, I AM, feels itself to be the thing desired; and then the thing felt appears. It is resurrected, lifted out of the nothingness. “

“ I AM wealthy, poor, healthy, sick, free, confined were first of all impressions or conditions felt before they became visible expressions. Your world is your consciousness objectified. Waste no time trying to change the outside; change the within or the impression; and the without or expression will take care of itself. When the truth of this statement dawns upon you, you will know that you have found the lost word or the key to every door. I AM (your consciousness) is the magical lost word which was made flesh in the likeness of that which you are conscious of being “

bibical analogy :

“ Your unconditioned awareness or I AM is the Virgin Mary who knew not a man and yet, unaided by man, conceived and bore a son, Mary, the unconditioned consciousness, desired and then became conscious of being the conditioned state which she desired to express, and in a way unknown to others became it. Go and do likewise; assume the consciousness of that which you desire to be and you, too, will give birth to your savior. When the annunciation is made, when the urge or desire is upon you, believe it to be God's spoken word seeking embodiment through you. Go, tell no man of this holy thing that you have conceived. Lock your secret within you and magnify the Lord, magnify or believe your desire to be your savior coming to be with you. “

"A man can receive nothing (no thing) except it be given him from Heaven." Remember heaven is your consciousness; the Kingdom of Heaven is within you. This is why you are warned against calling any man Father; your consciousness is the Father of all that you are. Again you are told, "Salute no man on the highway." See no man as an authority. Why should you ask man for permission to express when you realize that your world, in its every detail, originated within you and is sustained by you as the only conceptional center? “

- neville , your faith is your fortune

[wszczebrzyszynie]

Okay so in this post, you said this of Scar & Grian: Highway robbers. Specialize almost exclusively in armed robberies, but take commissions every now and there

I don't know if thats just the aUtism tm but i read this as "they specialize in armed robberies but sometimes take commissions where the robbery is NOT armed as a lil challenge" little to add to that, this was a very funny image this conjured in my brain. Ok but seriously, what did you mean by that? What else are they doing with their time? Are the commissions specifically NOT robberies? Like infiltration sneaky spy stuff?

by commissions i mostly meant contract killing, to be honest. Its not something Grian really does, but Scar has his bounty hunter sniper experience and Grian doesnt mind helping him with a hitman buisness for some extra money

a bit more in depth info about both of them below. Bonus Grian headshot as i already posted the bounty hunter Scar drawings... he has normal goggles and noise-cancelling earmuffs

Scars bounty hunting experience really is very handy to both of them; Grians main speciality (other than hobbyist illegal racing, i suppose) are robberies and all sorts of explosives-related buisness. His earthian upbringing made him a great thief, his first years in space made him great with explosives, but its Scar who really made him a great high-stakes highway robber. When Scar first joined him, Grian wasnt nowhere near Pearls bounty yet, being freshly out of earthian organized crime and trying to become someone in the new space world (a fun fact is, he was pretty popular in illegal racing circles. Its something he picked up really fast and likes to do). Scar on the other hand had years of experience fighting crime, but was pretty new and naive when it came to being a criminal himself; what doesnt help is that its a choice he made by himself and not a consequence of something bigger, like in Tangos case. He was just dissatisfied with centralized bounty hunting and the way everyone treated him, to a point where he decided to not only leave but also turn against them. While he isnt great at it first, he knows how hunting works and what to avoid, keeping himself and Grian safer. His knowledge is what saves Grian after his encounter with Martyn (Grian finds the tracking device Martyn put on his ship and destroys it; something Tango doesnt do when the same thing happens to him near the finale, which leads to everyone getting captured). Not to mention Scars extreme proficiency with riffles and bows is what makes these robberies truly possible in the first place; they are a great duo. Through Scar Grian also met Cub, who isnt a criminal himself, but doesnt mind helping Scar with whatever he needs, and is a tech guy to them in a way (before Cub, Grian only had Mumbo, who doesnt exactly... understand the criminal world. I really need to draw his ship at some point its so extra and fun. But this isnt about him)

At some point both of them went into specifically highway robberies. When i say highway i want you to imagine something like the astral gates from cowboy bebop; literal circular "gates" in space that allow to travel through space in a much shorter time. Grian and Scar usually attack their targets in strategic places between the guarded gates. Its worth mentioning that the reason theyre doing a fairly risky kind of robbery is that they need the money to pay back Doc; so much so that they actually try to rob a space train, which is the thing they needed Tangos help with

[portraitsofsaints]

St. Dismas

Feast day: March 25

Patronage: repentant thieves, prisoners, undertakers

Saint Dismas was the good thief crucified with Jesus on Calvary. This is what St. Luke writes about him: 39 And one of those robbers who was hanged blasphemed him, saying: If thou be Christ, save thyself and us. 40 But the other answering, rebuked him, saying: Neither dost thou fear God, seeing; thou art under the same condemnation? 41 And we indeed justly: for we receive the due reward of our deeds. But this man hath done no evil. 42 And he said to Jesus: Lord, remember me when thou shalt come into thy kingdom. 43 And Jesus said to him: Amen I say to thee: This day thou shalt be with me in paradise. Luke 23:39-43

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)

[jacepi-time]

Our glorious Miku is a beacon for human creativity and musical composition

Their traitorous Ai music is a soulless thief and a robber with no human creativity they are not the same

[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

Hey Jonny! Is there anything to the term for pirate having the same structure as the terms for the various "tribes"? Like if the Minks are the "Mink-zoku", would that make pirates the Sea People's? (The Sea Peoples are also a mysterious group of pirates that famously destroyed a civilization and then vanished from the historical record irl)

i don't think so! they're different kanji, they just happen to be pronounced the same. the zoku in 海賊/kaizoku (pirate) is the kanji 賊, which has a meaning of like 'thief/robber/rebel.' if you broke the word kaizoku down into its components, it would be 'sea thief.' meanwhile, the character pronounced zoku that's appended to the names of groups like the minks or lunarians is 族, which means 'tribe' or 'clan.'

[kaisacobra]

New City, New Rules - Lottie Matthews

Summary: You always knew you needed a change from Gotham City, you just didn't knew that this change was a person with spider powers and a secret identity

Warnings: Robin!reader, Spider!Lottie, lots of Batman references, some violence and a bit of suggestive content

Word Count: 3.7k

It's funny how big cities can be both so similar and so different at the same time.

As you calmly gazed upon the grandeur of New York during your stroll, the similarities seemed clear. The tall and imposing buildings forming a jungle of concrete and glass, people in a hurry flooding the streets without even sparing a glance at each other, the constant noise of footsteps, cars, and unintelligible shouts. It was almost like being at home. Almost.

New York buzzed with hope. The city appeared to have countless colors, and its people allowed themselves to dream and have expectations of a better future. It was an absurd contrast when compared to the coldness and darkness of Gotham City, which submerged its citizens in eternal misery.

Being away from that place was better for everyone. Perhaps that's why Bruce had arranged everything for your move to college. Perhaps that's why you had eagerly accepted the offer. The pursuit of something better.

Your eyes were fixed on the path, but your hands clung tightly to the black mask tucked in your pocket, like a reminder of home and who you were. Or who you used to be.

Suddenly, your route was abruptly diverted to the side with a pull. You didn't have time to react as a ragged man pressed you against the cracked wall of the alley, wielding a strange object against your throat.

"Hand over everything, kid," he demanded, and you grimaced as you felt his terrible breath so close to your face. Looking now at the object in your assailant's hand, you let a sly smile escape. "A shard of glass? Seriously?"

The man grew irritated, gritting his teeth and pressing his torn glove even closer to your neck. You could almost feel the coldness of the glass touching your exposed skin. "You think this is a joke?! If you don't hand everything over right now, I'll cut up that pretty face of yours, got it?!"

You analyzed your threat more closely. Just as the weapon was makeshift, it was evident that the guy was an amateur robber. You could tell from the slight tremble in the hand holding the glass shard and the unstable posture that left his back leg unprotected against any attack.

Some small-time thug thought he could rob a Gotham City resident? Even more so, a resident with your training? Ha. What a joke.

Raising your hands slowly in the air, you decided to put an end to this shit show. "Okay. I'm just going to reach into my pockets for my things," you announced, slowly lowering your hands to your sides, with each movement followed by the aggressive gaze of the man.

Reaching the outer part of your pocket, you could already feel the outline of the last gift your older brother gave you before you moved away. The retractable escrima stick with the energetic power of an ultra-potent taser. Oh, how you had been looking forward to using it.

But before you could do anything, the thief was jerked away from you at an incredible speed, almost as if he had been dragged by a strong gust of wind. Following the sound of his frightened screams, you looked to the side and witnessed a scene that almost didn't seem real.

The man was now suspended about 4 meters above the ground, against the same cracked wall he had pressed you against earlier, caught in a gigantic spider web.

You watched in shock as the man struggled, unsuccessfully, to free himself from the grip. "Come on, seriously! Get me out of here!"

"My bad, dude. Just doing my job."

You spun around as you heard the sound of a female voice, but there didn't seem to be anyone else in the alley besides you and the man. Deciding to look up this time, you witnessed the exact moment a red figure detached from the wall and landed softly in front of you, as if they didn't even feel the impact of falling from several meters high.

The voice gained a body as you took in the presence in front of you. Hidden from head to toe in a red and blue outfit, there stood the slender and toned feminine silhouette of your mysterious savior. You couldn't resist and gave her a top-to-bottom glance before scolding yourself for your lack of discretion, shaking your head to stop further impure thoughts. It wasn't the first time you had seen someone wearing such a form-fitting outfit, accentuating every muscle, but it was the first time the sight left you mesmerized.

You decided to shift your focus to other areas and began to notice more of the other details of her outfit. Some points were highlighted with a metallic golden gleam, while others had black lines forming a web pattern, converging to the center of the chest where a spider symbol was highlighted.

You were already aware that New York had its own heroes; Bruce himself had contact with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, but you had never been interested enough to learn more about them. Now, you slightly regretted that decision, desperately wanting to know more about this mysterious person.

"Are you okay? Did he take anything?" She asked, getting closer. Her voice was calmer than you had expected, carrying a soothing and sweet tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You crossed your arms and glanced back at the thief who was still struggling in his web prison. "He wasn't much of a threat, anyway."

The girl also crossed her arms and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, looking between you and the tied-up guy. "He didn't- He had a knife to your throat."

Though you couldn't see her face through the mask that covered her entire head, you imagined she had an expression as perplexed as her tone of voice. You smiled. "A knife? That was a glass shard. Is it really that hard to see from up there, or are you just a rare case of a superhero with nearsightedness?"

She shifted her posture slightly after your response, trying to mirror your playful tone and expression. "You know, most people thank me after being saved."

"I wasn't that defenseless." You smirked. "But thanks, Ladybug."

Winking at the heroine, you turned toward the alley's exit, walking away before she could retort, yet you still heard her voice reverberating off the walls in an indignant tone. "What? Lady—There's a spider on my chest! I shoot webs! Of course, I'm Spider-Woman!"

"Whatever you say, Ladybug!"

_

It was expected that an apartment on the top floor of a 20-story building with the large doors to the balcony open would be cold. Still, it didn't stop you from shivering as a strong gust of wind whistled into the room, along with the faint natural moonlight.

Bruce had been more than generous in buying this place for you to live, and you were grateful, but maybe he overestimated how much space you needed in a home. In the morning, when you rushed off to your classes, you didn't have time to notice the emptiness of the house, but at night, when you were awake out of habit, the silence and darkness of the corridors were unsettling. At least in Wayne Manor, Alfred was always present.

The discomfort of solitude led you to the living room during the chilly early morning, propping up your laptop on your lap and getting more comfortable on the couch. The screen had been open for a few minutes, displaying images and news articles of her. Spider-Woman.

You blamed your curiosity for wanting to know more about the girl, eagerly reading through all the reports about her doings, from preventing accidents to her involvement in the Avengers missions, which seemed to be a kind of Justice League for New York.

Reading about the heroine's adventures only made you more restless. It had been a month since your last patrol with Batman, and you had to admit you missed the adrenaline, missed spending your energy fighting criminals. It was what you had been trained for. It was in your essence, and being away from it made you feel like an addict struggling with abstinence.

You glanced at the balcony view, observing the dark buildings and the waning moon slightly veiled by a layer of mist. Your computer indicated it was 1:20 AM. You had hidden your uniform in a secret compartment of your closet, along with some weapons. It wouldn't hurt to ensure the city was safe for a few minutes.

_

It felt strange to be in your full suit, patrolling a city you barely knew. Your gadgets could only assist you to a certain extent. The grappling gun allowed you to move swiftly from building to building, your adapted mask granted you night vision and real-time amplification, and your Bo staff was secured in your utility belt alongside other useful items.

Still, it was an odd feeling trying to locate a crime scene in an unfamiliar city, especially without your mentor by your side. Batman's imposing presence gave you a confidence that would be very fitting now.

Your moment of contemplation was interrupted by a loud crash not far away. You advanced to the edge of the building you were on, using your enhanced vision to locate the source of the noise. With night vision, you spotted four green dots three streets away, engaged in what seemed to be a fight, with one of the figures conveniently stuck to a wall a few meters above the ground.

Seems like Spider-Woman needs your help.

You aimed the grappling gun at a nearby building's surface and pulled the trigger, waiting for the hook to latch onto the structure before you pulled the rope. The swift wind brushed against your face as you crossed the sky, your heart beating excitedly with the familiarity of the situation.

You landed slightly behind one of the criminals, giving you a broader view of the scene. Beside you, the shattered windows of the jewelry store indicated the motive of the crime, while the sight of the superhero dodging the punches of two of the robbers hinted at what prevented the crime from being committed.

In front of you, one of the ski-masked men reached into his pocket, pulling out a metallic gray revolver and aiming it at Spider-Woman. Your fighting instincts kicked in before you could think twice, and soon one of your Batarangs was launched, embedding itself into the back of his hand, causing him to drop the gun and cry out in pain.

All eyes turned to you, especially those of the criminals, who seemed even more disheartened upon witnessing the injury you inflicted on one of their partners. For a split second, your eyes met the heroine's mask, and she gave a quick nod that you returned.

Shaking off the momentary shock caused by your sudden arrival, the two of you began fighting side by side like a true team, synchronizing your attacks—electrocuting them with your Bo while the masked girl entangled them in webs, paralyzing their movements.

The police arrived shortly after you paralyzed the three. You and your now-fighting partner watched from a distance as the three men were taken into custody, both still catching your breath from the intense action. Seconds later, she turned toward you, looking downward, and suddenly the height difference between you two became noticeable.

"Thanks. I guess we're even now," she expressed her gratitude, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion. You were wearing your full suit, she couldn't have recognized you.

"Uh... I don't think we've met," you tried to deflect, deepening your voice slightly, which added a touch of comedy to the scene. "I'm Robin. Just arrived from Gotham City."

"Yeah, right," the heroine chuckled, pointing at your face. "You know, if you really want to be unrecognizable, maybe you should wear a mask that covers more than just your eyes. I could recognize you from afar."

"That worked in Gotham," you admitted, defeated, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Trying to change the subject, you crossed your arms and put on a playful expression. "So you would recognize me from afar? Saw me once and you're already obsessed?"

The masked woman burst into loud laughter, throwing her head back. "You made quite the first impression, you know? Most people recognize me, I should've figured you weren't from New York."

"Surprised not everyone's a fan of yours, Ladybug?" You teased, and she shook her head, taking a step back.

"So, you're like Batman's sidekick, right? How about trading a bat for a spider?"

You laughed and caught the hint she was about to leave, retrieving the grappling gun from your utility belt. "I didn't come to this city to be anyone's sidekick, but who knows, if I'm feeling generous, I might save your ass again."

Before she could respond, you shot the grappling hook to the top of a distant building and let yourself be pulled by the rope, relishing in the satisfaction of having the last word once more. As you made your way back home, observing the now fully shining moon in the sky you navigated, you couldn't help but notice that you felt more excited by that simple conversation than the entire battle.

That had never happened before. Damn Spider-Woman.

_

"Your brother's name is Dick?!"

It had been a few weeks since you and the mysterious girl had begun this odd crime-fighting partnership. With each passing day, you grew more attached to someone you didn't even know the face of, drawn in by her appealing personality and fighting skills (and of course, her very sexy body covered in that suit).

You were resting on the rooftop after an intense night of patrol, lying on the cold concrete, gazing up at the stars. She had gotten two milkshakes from somewhere, and the two of you were sipping them between laughter and conversation. It was almost humiliating to think that your heart raced just from the rare sight of the heroine's uncovered mouth, with rosy lips that looked extremely soft and inviting every time she parted them to take another sip.

At the moment, that beautiful mouth wore a wide smile after you casually mentioned one of your brother's gifts. You averted your gaze to respond, trying to prevent her from seeing your reddened face, but you still maintained a smile. "Of course not! His name is Richard, Dick is a nickname."

"Still, couldn't your parents have thought of a better nickname?"

The laughter ceased, and you adopted a slightly more serious tone. "We're not real siblings. We just had the same mentor."

The girl adjusted her posture upon hearing the change in your voice, sitting up to observe you better. "You mean, Batman?"

"Yeah, him." You sat up, following her lead, but your gaze was fixed on the horizon of the city buildings. "He's not exactly a father figure, but he's also all I have as family."

"You lost your parents too?" She spoke so carefully that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You struggled to control them before you reached that level of vulnerability.

"Yes. They died in an accident caused by one of the Joker's attacks on the city. Bruce saved me from the car and adopted me. Maybe out of pity, or because he related to it." You explained. "Either way, he trained me and turned me into the new Robin. Dick had already become Nightwing, and Jason was in a different phase, but they used to visit me because they knew how lonely life in the mansion could be. That's why I consider them my brothers."

A second of silence passed before you processed her full question. "Too? Did you lose your parents?"

You turned fully toward Spider-Woman, noting that the previous scene seemed to be reversed. Now, she was the one avoiding your gaze, choosing to stare at her own feet swinging as if attempting to distract herself. "I was raised by my aunt and uncle. I never knew my parents, they died very early."

"I'm sorry," you replied gently. The girl's gloved hand was very close to yours, both using them to remain seated. Your fingers itched to hold hers and feel the warmth radiating from her body, or as close as you could get through the uniform.

She shook her head and adopted a more playful tone of voice. You could tell it was some kind of defense mechanism, but you didn't comment on it. "It's okay. Do you miss them? Being so far away?"

"Sometimes." You admitted. "But I know this was the best for me. Bruce wanted me to take a breather after my near-death experience."

"What?!" She turned toward you abruptly, and if it weren't for the mask, you were almost certain you'd see surprise widening her eyes.

Chuckling at her reaction, you pushed your hair back and pointed to a still-visible scar near your jawline. "I was kidnapped by one of Batman's many enemies recently. His plan was to slit my throat and let me bleed to death as a threat against Bruce. Luckily, he found me in time, and Alfred was able to close the wound as quickly as possible. I lost a lot of blood."

In an unexpected move, the girl leaned in closer to inspect the mark. The breath leaving her mouth touched your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes in an attempt at self-control as she gently touched the area, very close to your pulse point.

With a clearing of her throat, she quickly moved away, allowing you to try to breathe like a normal person again. "If it makes you feel better, I have one too. It's on my forehead. A guy crushed my head in a glass door, and a shard got through the mask."

Your eyes gleamed as you realized the perfect opportunity in your hands. "Can I see?"

You waited for the heroine's response. She opened her mouth and closed it, seeming to hesitate in her movements. Feeling impatient, you stood up and faced her, for the first time being the taller figure between the two. "Come on, Ladybug? Don't you trust me?"

"It's not that! It's just—"

"Well, I trust you." Turning to the edge of the building, you leaped into the air without any guarantee that you would safely reach the ground, simply enjoying the rush and placing all your confidence in your patrol partner's abilities.

And before you could feel the impact of the ground breaking your ribs, a hand passed over your back, grabbing you by the waist and slowing the fall.

"You must be crazy!" Spider-Woman exclaimed exasperatedly. Now that you looked up, you could see that she had secured a long web on the side of the roof, using it to lower the two of you safely. You could feel the strong muscles of her arm tensing from the effort of holding you.

She set you down when you were close enough to the ground and remained suspended on the web, now hanging upside down, allowing your heads to be at the same level.

You smiled. "I'm not crazy, I just know I can trust you."

She was extremely close. In two steps, you would be resting your forehead against her still uncovered chin, causing you to lower your gaze to her plump lips. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind as you whispered delicately. "Please. Can I see your face, Spider-Woman?"

Surprising you (and perhaps herself as well), the heroine slowly began to remove the mask, gradually revealing the features of her face. From her lips, she revealed her perfectly shaped nose and prominent, flushed cheeks, then moved up to her big dark eyes, which shone like onyx under the moonlight. Finally, she took off the entire mask, letting her long wavy hair escape and cascade down due to gravity.

As if in a trance, you approached and affectionately brushed your thumb over the scar on her forehead she had mentioned, noticing how she closed her eyes to savor the touch. Taking another step forward, you felt your breaths mix due to the closeness.

"Can I kiss you, Spider-Woman?" You moved your hands to her neck, feeling her skin tingle beneath your touch.

"Lottie. My name is Lottie Matthews." She replied almost breathlessly, her gaze fixed on your lips.

"So, can I kiss you, Lottie Matthews?" You whispered provocatively, earning a whimper from the brunette.

"Please." Lottie whined, and you finally succumbed to the temptation of tasting her lips against yours.

Despite the unusual position, you still felt like you were floating as you kissed the girl. Your hands had moved to the nape of Lottie's neck, while she had dropped the mask on the ground to hold your face with both hands. Her lips tasted of the strawberry milkshake she had been drinking a few minutes earlier, and you sighed when you felt her cold tongue touch yours.

You kissed until you lost track of time. Minutes, hours, and days could have passed, and nothing would be as important as the heavenly fire that consumed you as you kissed Lottie.

Unfortunately, you were still human and needed to pull away to catch your breath. The girl took the opportunity to release her web, standing up in front of you and picking up the mask she had dropped on the ground. A smile spread across your face when you noticed her state: completely disheveled hair and a deep shade of red covering her face.

You couldn't resist teasing. "Do I kiss that well, Ladybug? Looks like you got struck by lightning."

"Very funny," she retorted with a playful smile, rising to your level. "You had my name right just a few seconds ago, you know? Oh please, kiss me, Spider-Woman! I'm so in love with you, muah, muah, muah!"

"Shut up." You gently pushed her away, still smiling even at her poor imitation of your voice. "My name is Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l."

"Pleasure to meet you. Again, I mean." She gave a shy smile, and this time, you noticed the cute detail of her crooked teeth.

Getting lost in Lottie's eyes for a few moments, you suddenly realized that the magic of New York had finally caught up with you, and now you were looking forward to a future with a beautiful tall girl with spider powers.

Maybe changes were good, after all.

[milkbreadtoast]

Cookie Run Webtoon EN TL

NEED TO SHARE THIS HERE... A few days ago Korean cookie run fandom was buzzing because 3 chs of an official cookie run webtoon had been uploaded... the pages have since been taken down (there's speculation that they might've been released too early by mistake??) BUT someone archived them so they can still be read!! And I did a (rough) english translation of all 3 chapters!!! (it was fun🥺 pls enjoy)

(Link to Ch 1) (Link to Ch 2) (Link to Ch 3)

CH 1:

note: Roguefort cookie's name in Korean(괴도맛 쿠키) is literally Phantom Thief(mysterious thief) flavor Cookie, and this 괴도 is the same thing Kaito Kid from Detective Conan is called (괴도 키드)

--

huhuhu...

(clink/jangle)

🌶:Yep, I really am a genius.

🌶: uhaha! instead of robbing a bank, it's much faster and easier to just rob bank-robbers, ya know~!

🌶:With this, my bounty will go up another level...

(chattering)

🌶: what, what's going on? (suddenly)

Reporter: As for Roguefort cookie's previously announced target, a 60 carat Yellow Diamond:

This jewel has been passed down from the Golden Cheese Kingdom for generations, and is said to be a symbol of good fortune, bringing(lit: wishing for) prosperity and longevity to the nation.

🌶: (Hmm, that's a puny gem.)

The jewel's owner adds that they will compensate the cookie who captures Roguefort Cookie, a payment of 1,000,000 coins as a reward to whoever captures this phantom thief...

(jolt)🌶: (A million coins?!)

🌶: (Then Roguefort cookie's bounty is higher than mine, isn't it!!) (1000000 vs 700000)

🌶: (THAT'S UNACCEPTABLE!!)

🌶: (I'll have the pride of a thief and steal it first!!)

(Title:) Who is the best thief?

Ep 1: Who is the best thief?

-That night

(footsteps)

🌶: WAIT, YOU THERE! (suddenly)

🌶: I heard the yellow diamond was at this mansion. Know where it is?

butler: (EEP) ch, chili pepper cookie?!

butler: This is a very tightly guarded place, How in the world did you get in?

🌶: Psh, this is mere child's play to me. (lit: chewing gum)

butler: I'm calling the guards/security.

🌶: ......

🌶: What are you doing? Roguefort Cookie. (pause)

Roguefort🧀: A sloppy disguise, I suppose.

Roguefort🧀: ...How did you know?

🌶: A thief's intuition?

🧀: Haha... how interesting.

To think you'd see through my disguise. (riiip)

🧀: Then I guess you're also aware that I have the jewel with me.

🌶: WHAT?!

🌶: HAND IT OVER RIGHT NOW!

GHH! (whish) (whish)

🧀: I wonder if you can catch me?

I am the best phantom thief who has never been caught to this day, after all~ ^^

🌶: Don't make me laugh, I'M the best!!

🧀: (heh) If so...

🧀: How about we admit that the cookie who steals this jewel is the best thief? (sparkle)

🌶: Heh, think I won't be able to snatch it from ya?

🌶: You'll end up regretting this.

🧀: We shall see.

WAIT!

!!! (pause)

(🌶) You?! Cheesecake Cookie?!

🌶: This place is your mansion too?;; (Just how many mansions do you have?!)

🧀: How did you know we were here?

Cheesecake🧀🍰: With all this terrible noise you've been making, wouldn't it be weirder to not know~?

Cheesecake🧀🍰: Apparently, it seems like you want to distinguish who is the best thief between you, but...

🧀🍰: Haven't you two already stolen all the decent treasures anyway?

Try stealing something a bit more difficult~

🌶&🧀: more difficult?

(grin) 🧀🍰That's right. If you're a real thief...

🧀🍰: How about trying to steal someone's heart?

🌶&🧀: !!!

(end of ch1)

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LINK TO CH 2:

CH2:

cheesecake🧀🍰: How about trying to steal someone's heart?

🌶: someone's... whuh?

RF🧀: Heart. someone's heart.

🌶: What's so great about stealing someone's heart?

🧀🍰: Stealing something tangible is too easy~

Why, don't think you can do it?

(frantically/fiercely) 🌶: WHADDYA MEAN!!

🧀🍰: And you, Roguefort?^^

RF🧀: (Heh) ...Seems like it'll be interesting. Though stealing someone's heart is also too easy for me...

🧀🍰: huhu~ Good, good!

🧀🍰: Then make sure both of you come back here at the same time again tomorrow!

I'll explain the details then~

(slide)

🌶: ...an invitation to a ball?

(creak/screech/squeal)

(footsteps)

🌶: (Where's Cheesecake?)

🧀🍰: Oh my~ Welcome, Chili!

🌶: What about Roguefort?

🧀🍰: Roguefort already arrived first and got started~ (hoho~)

🌶: WHAT?!

🌶: They beat me to it?! I gotta start quickly too, who's my target!?

🧀🍰: Wait, before that- (snap)

🧀🍰: Let's get you changed first!

🌶: GUH? (grab)

🧀🍰: Take her to the dressing room~ (what is that state you're in?)

🌶: WHAT THE, LET ME GO-!!

(thump, crash)

UWAAAGH!!!

(title: Who is the best thief?)

🌶:Ugh...!

🌶: What the hell is this!

🌶: guaah!! This dress is too stuffy/suffocating!! (creak creak)

🧀🍰: Oh my, is that so?

🧀🍰: Hold on-- Now where would my new Chocolaté Collection be... (toss toss)

🌶: ...By the way

What are you two doing here?

🥛: A part time job!

🥛: I have to buy Dark Choco-nim's goods, you see~ (hehe!)

💪: They released new protein, so I need money! (flex)

🌶: Ah...

🧀🍰: Chili! Try this on~

🌶: Phew, I think I can live now~!

🧀🍰: It suits you well~

🧀🍰: Here, take this.

🌶: What's this? ??

🌶: A mask?

🧀🍰: Tonight is a masquerade ball, you see.

🧀🍰: Your target is wearing a cat mask.

Between the two of you, the cookie who wins their favor first will win.

🌶: How would we prove that we won their favor?

🧀🍰: You just have to receive and bring back one of their things as proof/indication of winning. (You musn't steal it!)

🧀🍰: I already told Roguefort the same thing, so you should probably get going right away?

🌶: (WHAT?!) YOU SHOULD'VE SAID THAT EARLIER!

🌶: (A cat mask she said... where in the world are you?)

🍮iii: Can't I hold that for a sec?

🧙: No.

🍮iii: just once~!

🧙: No-!!!

🌶: Excuse me...

🌶: By any chance, have you seen a cookie wearing a cat mask around here?

🍓: ! (gasp)

🍓: Huh? Uh...

I, I... (th, that...)

🍓: I-I saw someone that way... (blush~) (note: speaking formally)

🌶: (whish) Ah, thanks!

🍓: 😳.....

🍮iii: trade with meee~!

🧙: I said no!!

🌶: ! (Over there!!!)

(loud footsteps)

RF🧀: ...So as I was saying...

🌶: Hi! Nice to meet you! (whack!) (shove)

🌶: For you to play dirty and go first...

(bzzzt)

(LET'S SEE WHO EMERGES THE WINNER!!!)

🐱:?

(/ch 2 end)

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LINK TO CH 3:

CH3:

🌶: ghh...

🌶: (I butted in all confidently but...)

(awkward) 🌶: (what the heck should I say?)

🧀: The moon is flying unusually high tonight... It must be because she is jealous of your beauty.

🐱: Oh my! 🌶(dripping down)

🌶: (Are they crazy?) (I can't say something cringey like that!!)

🍮: 'scuse me!

🌶: Huh?

🍮: She said she's got something to say to you!

🍓: U-um, well...

🍓: I-if it's okay with you... May I have this dance? (lit: will you dance 1 song with me?) (note: speaking very formally)

🌶: No, I...

🐱: My, you musn't refuse an invitation to dance, you know.

Please go on ahead! (lit: go and come back)

(zoned out)

🌶: (Dammit, I can't just leave Roguefort alone like this though-!!)

🌶: At this rate, I'm gonna lose..!

🍓: U-um, excuse me, by any chance...

🍓: Could it be that you didn't want to dance, but reluctantly agreed and forced yourself to for my sake...? (lit: ...pointlessly because of me, reluctantly came out)

🌶: Ah, it's not like that

🌶: To be honest, I don't really know how to dance. Today is my first ball, ya see.

🍓: I-is that so?!

🍓: Wh-what should we do, It's my first too tho...

🍓: I'm so sorry for making things troublesome for you...! (dashing off)

🌶: W-WAIT!

🌶: Are balls such a big deal? We just have to move to the beat, right?

🍓: B-but...

🌶: Look! Those guys are all enjoying themselves dancing, aren't they!

(🍮: You really can't dance!! (stomp stomp) )

🍓: Ah...

🌶: Let's just enjoy ourselves as well!

🍓: ...Okay!

(Wheee~) (/giggle)

🐱: ......

🧀: Pardon me,

🧀: The lobby is rather chaotic, so it seems like dancing might be difficult... shall we move to a quieter place?

🐱: Yes, sounds good. (footsteps)

🍓: Whew~

🍓: I had fun, thank you so much!

🌶: Me too! (hahaha)

🌶: (Gasp) (This isn't the time for that!)

🌶: I totally forgot I was in the middle of a bet. I have to quickly go back to stealing hearts... (whish whish) Where the heck did they go?

🌶: Hey, have you guys seen Roguefort Cookie?

🥂: Roguefort Cookie..?

🥛: Ah, I have!

🥛: I saw them go out to the garden a little while ago.

🌶: The garden?

(dashing footsteps)

🥂: Roguefort Cookie came to tonight's ball? They're not trying to steal something, by any chance...? (That was Chili Pepper Cookie just now, right?)

🥛: Ah, I heard they're doing a bet with Chili Pepper Cookie.

🥛: I encountered them while I was changing clothes... they really did disguise themself perfectly!

🥂: Aha~

🌶: What garden is this wide? (Seriously.)

🌶: Ah, there they are.

!!!!!

(/ch 3 end)

[ai-the-broccoli]

lawlight, told through taylor swift songs: a non-exhaustive list

no really, why do so many taylor swift songs fit Death Note (and sometimes especially Light and lawlight) so perfectly?

many others have already made pretty good posts on this topic before, but the parallels are truly kinda crazy, so here's my take on it. the rankings within each tier are not super fixed or meaningful, like honestly everything within each tier is pretty much the same degree of fitting to me.

(yes, I double-checked basically her entire discography for this. no, I still don't think this is a fully comprehensive list.)

Tier S - every single line is a fit

1. my tears ricochet (<- category C: "I Knew You'd Miss Me Once The Thrill Expired")

post L's death lawlight, from L's perspective: the song. nearly every line fits what the hell man. one of my favourites here

-> Full Lyrics

2. hoax (<- category C: "I Knew You'd Miss Me Once The Thrill Expired")

@kiyomitakada pointed this out and... yeah, every single line does fit! it's very lawlight from Light's perspective.

-> Full Lyrics

Tier A - the whole song fits well

3. Blank Space (<- category A: "Let the Games Begin")

we probably all know this one lol. while the idea that it was actually written as inspired by DN is a myth, it very much does fit.

-> Full Lyrics

and GOD did the MV imagery not help. like, I mean...

the MV uses a colour scheme of red/blue/black/white/green-ish, I think, which doesn't NOT look like the first OP of Death Note anime to say the least.

apple imagery. yeah. the above is literally something Light does in said OP. both song videos have close-up shot of biting a very red apple.

the character Taylor Swift plays in this video (who is supposed to be a satirical caricature based on media perception of her as a crazy obsessive jealous 'serial dater' women iirc) is depicted doing a lot of voodoo to torture her lover.

in one scene she seems to be in a great and dramatic frenzy with mixed emotions (sadness, desperation, manic, anger, hate, etc.) over the boyfriend character's... unconscious body? I'm not super sure if it's supposed to be unconscious. but it's like this:

and then after a while of this, we see a shot of her sneakily winking at the camera. but anyway so yeah this entire part weirdly actually reminded me of L's death scene for some reason lol

at the end of the MV there's a short B-T-S trivia clip. there's a freaking black notebook there:

it's titled "My True Loves" and the content has nothing to do with lawlight, because it just contains pictures of her cats... is what I'd say, but actually, if you stretch it a bit, there's a comparison to be made about the fact that J-Drama Light Yagami's actor is a cat lover who actually has a cat named L

anyway this isn't exactly a T-pose but it's not too far from one either

I think I've made my point.

4. Getaway Car (<- category B: ''Now This is An Open/Shut Case")

this is very the end of the Yotsuba arc to me, specifically from while they are catching Higuchi to after they catch him and Light regains his memories. man...

-> Full Lyrics

Tier B - largely/mostly fitting

category A: "Let the Games Begin"

the mind games begin.

1. Ready For It

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom, some Some boys are tryin' too hard, he don't try at all though Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta

and

Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me Stealing hearts and running off and never sayin' sorry But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist, and We'll move to an island, and And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor Every love I've known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now

+ the repetition of "Let the games begin". pretty self-explanatory

2. LWYMMD

I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

...and more. also you know how she T-poses at the end of the bridge in the MV, as she stands over many many other past version of herself?

very lightcore pose. (and this isn't even to mention how she kicks off other, "weaker" versions of herself off the giant T in the same scene, which is... arguably also a symbolic parallel to when Light screams in the helicopter as he regains his memory, if you see it that way.)

3. cowboy like me

And the tennis court was covered up With some tent-like thing And you asked me to dance But I said, "Dancin' is a dangerous game."

Oh, I thought This is gonna be one of those things Now I know I'm never gonna love again

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me

this one even has the freaking tennis mention of all things it could've included

4. Mastermind

So I told you none of it was accidental And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk On your face, you knew the entire time You knew that I'm a mastermind And now you're mine Yeah, all you did was smile 'Cause I'm a mastermind

honestly though, this one is more like the perfect Kaguya-sama Love is War Kaguya/Miyuki song. every single line fits them perfectly. but since lawlight also do mind games and all, the song also can be seen through a lawlight lens, although I maintain that it is still the perfect kaguprez song instead of a fully lawlight one.

5. Suburban Legends

I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs Would surprise the whole school When I ended up back at our class reunion Walking in with you You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries With the pages ripped out I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium And I can still see you now

I didn't come here to make friends We were born to be suburban legends When you hold me, it holds me together And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

I know that you still remember We were born to be national treasures When you told me we'd get back together And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

idk the vibes here kind of make me think of the entrance ceremony scene lol

category B: ''Now This is An Open/Shut Case"

the Kira investigation.

1. I Can See You

I can see you in your suit and your necktie Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight" Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell, yeah And I could see you being my addiction You can see me as a secret mission Hide away and I will start behaving myself

the MV is important context here again, because actually, the official video for this love song depicts one person watching/"seeing" another person through - guess what - surveillance cameras. in reference to the title which is also a line repeated in the chorus. so that explains it I think. also it's implied to be about a workplace relationship

2. I Think He Knows

He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm 17, nobody understands No one understands

[...]

He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans He's so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand Boy, I understand

Light's pov. the title line "I think he knows" keeps getting repeated in the song which if you view it through a lawlight lens that might be about Kira lol

3. willow

Now this is an open/shut case I guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait-and-switch was a work of art

The more that you say, the less I know Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

L pov-ish.

4. The Tortured Poets Department

You're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still loved the show Who else decodes you?

And who's gonna hold you like me? And who's gonna know you, if not me?

and also:

Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be 'Cause we're crazy So tell me Who else is gonna know me?

...as well as more lines in the song that expresses the same sentiments, like: Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?

in any case, "who else decodes you?" is definitely a lawlight thesis. imo. in fact I may have even actually started an essay on it in fic format with that thesis. or not? who knows! maybe one day you'll see...

anyway, this song is post-Yotsuba arc-ish to me, sort of.

category C: "I Knew You'd Miss Me Once The Thrill Expired"

L's death and Light's grieving, eventually.

5. Haunted

from Light's pov, especially in anime canon probably.

12. My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys

My boy only breaks his favorite toys, toys, oh I'm queen of sand castles he destroys, oh, oh 'Cause it fit too right Puzzle pieces in the dead of night I should've known it was a matter of time Oh, oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys, oh, oh-oh-oh

[...]

My boy only breaks his favorite toys, toys, oh I'm queen of sand castles he destroys, oh, oh 'Cause I knew too much There was danger in the heat of my touch He saw forever so he smashed it up Oh, oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys, oh, oh-oh-oh

which is quite fitting. moreover, there's this...

He was my best friend Down at the sandlot I felt more when we played pretend Than with all the Kens

...as well as the the original version below:

He was my best friend and that was the worst part I felt more then, in brief moments Than with all the Kens

L's pov. the "Kens" mention here is kinda like Light apparently having like 6 girlfriends in college and not caring about any of them despite being significantly bad at getting over L etc etc I think

8. Hits Different

I actually didn't think of this song in association with lawlight at all before I saw @selfdigestion bringing up the connection, and.... YEAH this is pretty lawlight-coded as well

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' You were the one that I loved Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief In the good in the world, you once believed in me And I felt you and I held you for a while Bet I could still melt your world Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

and also:

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost Rip the band-aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw Freedom felt like summer then on the coast Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

which is what the song is overall about. (there sure are a lot of Light pov songs in this category man)

and on the topic of "Kens", as it is with the previous time song, in Light's case it makes me again think of all his college girlfriends that he doesn't care about. I'm not going to comment too much on the gender-reverse implications this has for the narrator "I" in the song, but I would think that the original lyrics "bet I could still melt your world / argumentative, antithetical dream girl" with echoing repetitions on the phrase "dream girl" should've already done it for me. anyway. moving on.

10. Would've, Could've, Should've

If you never touched me I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed then they could've Never whispered about this And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was

[...]

God rest my soul I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close Stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close I keep on waiting for a sign I regret you all the time

I don't know how to explain this one, but it's... something. I think it only makes more sense as a lawlight song if you want to place emphasis on the age/maturity difference angle, although even without that it would still partly fit.

17. Guilty as Sin?

My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?

This, plus the fact that it uses similar imagery (dying in a hedge maze, crashing over graves, etc.) as Saltburn (2023), which... has that infamous grave scene that reminded every Death Note fan watching it of Light Yagami on L's grave.

13. cardigan

A friend to all is a friend to none Chase two girls, lose the one When you are young, they assume you know nothing

[...]

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standing in my front porch light And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me And you'd come back to me And you'd come back

yet another post-L's death lawlight song, this time with L+Light switching povs. with the final line I think of the anime scene when Light sees a vision/ghost/whatever it is of L on the stairs:

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

Tier D - honourable mentions

The Prophecy

I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment?

lightcoreTM

False God

self-explanatory title

You Are In Love

You kiss on sidewalks, you fight then you talk One night, he wakes, strange look on his face Pauses, then says, "You're my best friend" And you knew what it was, he is in love

Mr. Perfectly Fine

So dignified in your well-pressed suit So strategized, all the eyes on you Sashay away to your seat It's the best seat, in the best room Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins" So far above me in every sense So far above feeling anything

lightcore #2

You're Losing Me

doesn't fit that well lyric-wise, but it sure has got a heartbeat sound effect (sampled with her own I believe) in it referencing the stopping of a heart that sounds a lot like the one used to signal cardiac arrest in Death Note anime.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone Who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden I would've died for your sins Instead I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars You crashed my party and your rental car You said normal girls were "boring" But you were gone by the morning You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing And in plain sight you hid But you are what you did And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive The smallest man who ever lived

lightcore #3

Anti-Hero

I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

lightcore #4

Clara Bow

"The crown is stained, but you're the real queen Flesh and blood amongst war machines You're the new God we're worshipping Promise to be dazzling"

there is a joke I can make here about how "dazzling" is "kira-kira" in Japanese

lightcore #5

(man that's a lot of lightcore songs)

Other songs

...that grieve the loss of a lover,

or mentions a lover being a friend/not a friend;

songs with ghost/death/grave/tomb/cemetery imagery,

songs where the self or the lover is compared to God or a god,

songs that mention a difference in age or has the lover looking down on the narrator's maturity (e.g. illicit affairs, All Too Well),

songs where love is characterized as a game of cat and mouse;

and so on.

taylor swift seems to write about those motifs a lot, so there really are a lot of other examples to pull.

and that concludes my list, I think. there may actually be even more comparisons if you look into her album liner notes and such, but this is what I've got for now

[fanficcrow]

Catch Me

tasm peter x reader

Ok so, this one isssss technicalllyyyy dual pov, but there’s a lot more of your pov.

a/n: I found a prompt generator :3 As always, no use of y/n!

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff! maybe light weirdo!peter bc he pretends he’s never met the reader before :3

please rb and comment if you like the story! your words are what help me write <3

Your POV

It all started at the gas station near your apartment.

You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You swear this stuff always happens to you, it’s like you’re a bad luck charm.

The thief’s angry yells jar you out of your state of self reflection. “I swear to god you old hag, if you don’t give me all the money in the register, I'm gonna shoot this bitch!” Suddenly he swings his gun, and now you’re staring right down the barrel.

Your heart stops, more than anything hoping for a hero to show up and save you. Is this really how I’m going to die? You think. That’s really shitty. You had just started college, haven’t even had a chance to really see the world, and now it’s all over? Fuck, this blows.

The woman at the register nearly trips over herself in her rush to get the money out of the register when suddenly, the bell on the door jingles. The thief whips his head around to see who’s there, but before he can even blink his gun shoots out of his hand.

“Woah dude, you gotta be more careful with things like this!” He said, gently tossing the gun up as he shot a web at it, sticking it to the wall. The man’s grip on you slackens, and you shove off of him before stumbling straight into Spider-man.

He catches you deftly with one arm, sending your heart racing. “Did no one ever teach you how to treat a girl? His eyes momentarily darken and you feel a shiver go through you. Apparently some things can make the notorious comedians get serious.

He glances over at you before letting go of your waist. “I’ll take care of this guy for you.” He winks…. or as close as he can get to with that mask on, which doesn’t really have the same effect.

Spider-man had the man wrapped in webs and hanging from the ceiling in a matter of moments. Really, the robber couldn’t have put up less of a fight. It’s like he gave up as soon as spiderman started walking towards him.

“I hope you don’t mind hanging out.” Spider-man said brightly with a small giggle. “Get it, get it; cause I-“ He cut off, noticing the thief’s heated glare.

He sucks in a breath. “Geez, tough crowd, huh.” He says before turning to you.

It was like fireworks. As soon as he locked eyes with you, you were sure you were in love.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I- uhm, I ah.” You fumble. Shit, why aren’t words coming out???! You clear your throat. “Yep, I’m just dandy!” You wince at the crack in your voice.

Spider-man laughs again and you cover your face, burning with shame.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, I hate seeing pretty girls cry.” He winks at you…. again.

Pretty???? Spider-man thinks I’m pretty????? You’re absolutely sure you’re about to implode when you hear him clear his throat.

“Well, I, um- I have to go! Lots of world-saving to do, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man stuff- you know how it is.” He gives you a quick smile and runs out the door, swinging away before you can even choke out a reply.

Peter’s POV

His heart beats wildly as he swings off into the night. Who would’ve thought that he’d run into her while he was out superheroing?? Just his luck that he would look good in front of the cute barista while he was in a mask. He groans. Just great.

——1 week later——

Your POV

The campus map rustles in your hands as you smooth out the creases. Ever since that run in at the gas station you’ve been more jittery, moving to a new city is stressful enough without running into danger.

Although….. danger might mean seeing him again. You think back on the robbery and how quickly Spider-Man handled the situation. It’s odd, but as soon as spider-man showed up you weren’t scared. Almost like he radiated a calming energy that affected all the people around him.

You put a pause on your daydreaming and actually try to find the class you’re supposed to get to. It’s the first day of college and you only have 2 lectures to get to, but it’s gonna take you a while to find them…

As you walk the map obscures most of your vision, so you don’t notice the boy walking down the sidewalk towards you.

Peter’s POV

Peter walks with his head down, loud music blasting in his ears. Like most of his free time, currently his head is full of plans to ask the cute barista out. He’s thinking through the ending of another fantastical plan when suddenly a girl runs into him, dropping her map.

It flutters away on a chill autumn gust and the girl curses loudly. He turns back to her, apologizing profusely, when he realizes the girl he’s been fantasizing about is standing right in front of him.

“I- I am so sorry…. oh my god..” He curses quietly to himself. “Is there any way I can pay you back?”

She looks at him, and he can’t explain it, but it seems like something briefly flickers along her expression. “It’s fine, the map wasn’t much help anyways.” She chuckles self-deprecatingly and his heart twists. “But…..” She looks up at him. “If you could show me where to find Anthropology 101 I wouldn’t mind.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Peter’s heart leaps. “I have that class!!” He says excitedly. “I could walk you there, since we’re going the same direction anyways.” He looks on eagerly waiting for her response.

Your POV

Your irritation fades as the boy talks, stumbling through his words. He’s so nervous it’s almost funny. “Yeah, sure.” You say. His eyes light up as you nod. “Lead the way!” You gesture vaguely around. “Otherwise we’ll be walking in circles all day.” You chuckle self-deprecatingly.

He nods and starts walking, but before he turns he calls out. “Oh, I’m Peter by the way.”

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Convenience Store Vampire, part 7!

Part 1, Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

"I said: You're just a stupid little mortal,” I repeated loudly.

It was deathly quiet. I heard the slow pulses of the exorcists' heartbeats speeding up. “Oh, you are so dead,” Carter snarled, pulling out her gun and pointing it at me.

Then the door swung open, and Mrs Vaceni stepped in. Even in sweats and track shoes, she could have stepped right off of a fashion magazine. Her face was lined and wrinkled like the finest linen, and her perm, last in fashion when I had been a lad, hung limply like she had just crawled out of a swimming pool. “Why are you about to shoot my worker?”

Carter turned around and had the decency to look embarrassed. “He- He was posing a threat to me,” she stammered, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Uh-huh,” she growled, putting her hands on her shapely, curvy hips. She flicked her dark curls, making my heart beat faster. (Ina, I really needed to find a girlfriend.) “I know enough about Dave to tell you he wouldn't be a threat to a fly, let alone a big and scary exorcist.”

Boxely shook his head. “Mrs Vaceni, right? Are you aware that your ‘worker’ is a mo- vampire?”

Mrs Vaceni rolled her eyes. “Duh,” she said. “I hired him because he was one.” She stalked up to him, close enough to stare him down. “There's no better way to keep my store safe than to have old Davie here to scare the robbers off, you know?”

From the exorcists' faces, this was not a popular line of thought. “Vampires are known to be untrustworthy,” Boxely said in the tones of a concerned parent. “Have you encountered any oddities while he worked under you, such as but not limited to: Cash going missing, strangers walking-”

Mrs Vaceni delivered a tight slap to his cheek. “How dare you! David here has done nothing to make me distrust him. Are you accusing him of being a thief, just because of his race?”

“No- Not at all!” Boxely immediately began apologising, but Mrs Vaceni cut him off. 

“Do I need to remind you,” she said, dark cheeks flushed with rage, her tone sharp as my fangs, “of Section 377A of the 17th act of the Constitution? About discrimination?” She took a step closer, and Boxely staggered back a bit. “How would your superiors feel about you two being reported for harassing an innocent vampire? If I checked that camera, would I find evidence of you verbally abusing my worker?”

Carter froze. “Pardon us, milady,” she said awkwardly, and grabbed Boxely's arm to pull him aside. I found myself grinning with glee, and she shot me a hateful glare.

“You are not pardoned. Get out of my shop immediately,” Mrs Vaceni snarled.

“Yes, ma'am, but we'll have to take the spirit with us,” Boxely said apologetically.

I opened my mouth to protest, but the spirit shook his head. He shot me a grin, and I suddenly saw why he and Hash were together. Those eyes of his glimmered with glee, the very same I was used to seeing on my old friend's face right before she got us both in trouble. The two of them properly burnt down buildings for fun, with such chaos in their souls. I shuddered to think of it.

“Fine,” Mrs Vaceni said, shooing them out of the store. She slammed the door shut behind her, and turned to me, a smile spreading on her lips.

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AND ANOTHER THING!

People talk a lot about how very very early Golden Age Superman initially attacked abuses of structural power but I really need you to understand how completely weirdly unusual that was at the time.

I've read a fuck-dozen of comics from the 30s through the 60s and almost every single one of them treats Crime, as a concept, as some kinna malevolent force equivalent to Satan and his legions of Hell, as though some people are just born evil and choose to make the lives of their good law-abiding neighbors harder to earn petty cash from numbers rackets. Supervillains in comic books were, for the longest time, just criminals who happen to be really flamboyant about it, they're muggers, jewel thieves, bank robbers. Once in a blue moon one might be ambitious enough to try taking over the world, in which case they're cast in the same mold as Napoleon Bonaparte and the way Western media treated Hitler before the true scale of the Holocaust became known, sometimes buffoonish bullies who need a good kick to the seat of their pants.

Now that's so antiquated that Catwoman is an unrepentant thief and this doesn't really stop her from literally marrying Bruce much less teaming up with him. Some supervillains may still have profit motive, but generally speaking the drama is no longer "how will we get the Hope Diamond back from that dastardly arch-fiend?". But back then, to have Superman going after war profiteers and slumlords was hugely different to anything before or for a very long time after. It's a shame it was forgotten so fast.