#the same is a thief and a robber.

[littlemissbiatch]

Ready for it by Taylor swift is so kanej coded

[yuneu]

knew he was a killer first time that i saw him wonder 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 betta i keep him foreva like a vendetta-ta i-i-i see how this is gon go touch me and you'll never be alone i-island breeze and lights down low no one has to know in the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do, baby (mmm) in the middle of the night in my dreams i know i'm gonna be with you so i'll take my time are you ready for it? knew i was a robber first time that he saw me stealing hearts and running off and never saying 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 everyloveiveknownincomparisonisafailure i forget their names now i'm so very tame now never be the same now now i-i-i see how this is gon go (go) touch me and you'll never be alone i-island breeze and lights down low (low) no one has to know (no one has to know) in the middle of the night in my dreams (eh) you should see the things we do (we do) baby in the middle of the night in my dreams (my dreams) i know i'm gonna be with you so i'll take my time are you ready for it? oh are you ready for it? baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin (now) baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin i-i-i see how this is gon go touch me and you'll never be alone i-island breeze and lights down low no one has to know in the middle of the night in my dreams (my dreams) you should see the things we do (we do) baby (baby mmm eh) in the middle of the night in my dreams (my dreams) i know i'm gonna be with you so i take my time (eh) in the middle of the night baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin are you ready for it? baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin. are you ready for it?

[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. (website)

[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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[theconstitutionisgayculture]

I saw a picture of the Bible verse "I was a stranger and you welcomed me" spray painted on the border wall", and someone replied to it with a wonderful response:

"Well, since we're taking Bible verses out of context....

"'Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.'"

I swear, "liberal Christian" is an oxymoron.

The fun thing about the Bible is if you take tiny passages completely out of context you can use them to justify almost anything. Same with most moral texts or quotes. That's how you have idiots using MLK's words to justify violence when he was a major proponent of non-violent resistance. You could probably find a Ghandi quote that "justifies" concentration camps if you look hard enough.

[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

[hunting-songs]

CHARACTER SOUNDTRACK List some songs that give off the Vibes™️ of your character, whether it’s something they would listen to or just gives that delicious writing and muse inspo! Tagged By: @skarletchains & @bewitchingbaker Tagging: @kiigan @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @muddsludge @thebrokendollassassin @zoldcks @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @yeonban @soulfulempathy ...and YOU

Inspiration music for writing!

Subway to Sally- Julia und die Räuber

"Blut, Blut Räuber saufen Blut Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut Hoch vom Galgen klingt es, Hoch vom Galgen klingt es, Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut" Translation: "Blood,blood, Robbers drink blood. Robbery and murder and muggery are good. High from the Gallows (they,the hanged robbers) sing, High from the Gallows (they,the hanged robbers) sing: Robbery and Murder and muggery are good!" While Senritsu is a Hunter and nolonger has contact to her family (for other reasons), she is still very much from a group of graverobbers, scammers, thiefs, robbers, conartists, prostitutes,criminals and everyone else that people did not wanted to have around in villages and cities and therefor banned to live always traveling from place to place. She was influenced by that pragmatic worldview of the Traveling People and while she would say she had a very good, happy childhood if asked, she is also very aware that her moral compass might not be the most honourful or morally-correct in the first place. Senritsu very much has her crookish side and knows every trick under the sun with which a scammer from traveling folk wants to get peoples money and is not afraid to use them or protect herself from them. Also the little girl singing the songtext was one of the band-members daughter, which by all means, definitive fits Senritsus musical inclined father who would have definitive sung the most unfitting drinking-songs with his little children singing along all loud and happy. Senritsu knows her roots and she still uses what she had been teached by her people (including using their connections to start her work in the mafia), but she is also very aware that most people following that way of life will end up like the corpses hanging on the gallows in the song praising their way of life.

Karliene - Siren Song

Senritsus best friend had been tricked by a Nokken when he had been a child. She loves music, but Senritsu had through her friend always known that there is a certaine danger to it. Beeing lured into her death by a siren singing is still a very possible outcome of her work.

Karliene - The Unquiet Grave

Music and Death, specifically giving the dead a voice or bringing back the dead to life through music, are very neatly connected in fairytales. Senritsu had after all build her flute out of bones.

Saltatio Mortis - Orpheus

The same as above.

Subway to Sally- Henkersbraut

The textwriter of the song mentioned that he had rad a book about a woman escaping beeing hanged by marrying the hangman. Which very much fits Senritsus story, because she left the Traveling People (working as graverobbers to build music instruments for bodypart collectors colelctions on comission) because she wanted to only focus on her music only to join the Mafia (specifically a Bodypart collector) to find a chance to save herself.

Senritsus's personal playlist! Senritsu likes many songs, but beside the many, many ,many 1920's Jazz and her (utterly) beloved Milongas she has a certaine... waggish humor shown in the songs she regulary listens to very obviously seen in a song about kissing asses. Senritsu keeps her very old walkman close to her heart and will not give it away.

Für Elise - Beethoven

El Choclo- angel Villoldo

Darktown Strutters’ Ball - Shelton Brooks

Tiger Rad - the Mills Brothers

K 231 - Mozart

Pennyroyal Tea- Nirvana

A media luz- Edgardo Donato

Swing it, sister- The Mills Brothers

Wellerman- Santiano, obligatory sea-shanty, because Senritsus father was from Lübeck and sometimes you just gotta headbang to seashanties.

[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

[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

[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.'

[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)

[the-nibrahim-project]

“But Heathcliff was just tanned!” Refuted

“Heathcliff had dark hair and eyes and tanned easily, which is exotic for English people, he was still white”.

Elder Catherine and Hareton also had brown hair and very dark eyes. (Younger Catherine’s eyes are described as “black” and she has the exact same eyes as her mother and Hareton). Elder Catherine and Hareton also tanned in the sun:

Hareton:

“I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not: his dress and speech were both rude, entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr. and Mrs. Heathcliff; his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks, and his hands were embrowned like those of a common labourer”.

(Chapter 2) (italics mine)

Elder Catherine:

“‘Is Heathcliff not here?’ she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.”

(Chapter 7) (italics mine)

Elder Catherine is even jealous of the whiteness of Isabella’s skin!

“‘I’m not envious: I never feel hurt at the brightness of Isabella’s yellow hair and the whiteness of her skin, at her dainty elegance, and the fondness all the family exhibit for her.”

(Chapter 10) (italics mine)

Yet Mr. Earnshaw, Elder Catherine’s father and Hareton’s grandfather, is so perturbed by how dark Heathcliff is that he says:

“‘See here, wife! I was never so beaten with anything in my life: but you must e’en take it as a gift of God; though it’s as dark almost as if it came from the devil.’”

(Chapter 4) (italics mine)

Lintons immediately clock Heathcliff as foreign and possibly Romani, and remark on this while not ever remarking on Catherine as ethnically different even before realizing that she is “Catherine Earnshaw”:

““What prey, Robert?” hallooed Linton from the entrance. “Skulker has caught a little girl, sir,” he replied; “and there’s a lad here,” he added, making a clutch at me, “who looks an out-and-outer! Very like the robbers were for putting them through the window to open the doors to the gang after all were asleep, that they might murder us at their ease. Hold your tongue, you foul-mouthed thief, you! you shall go to the gallows for this. Mr. Linton, sir, don’t lay by your gun.” “No, no, Robert,” said the old fool. “The rascals knew that yesterday was my rent-day: they thought to have me cleverly. Come in; I’ll furnish them a reception. There, John, fasten the chain. Give Skulker some water, Jenny. To beard a magistrate in his stronghold, and on the Sabbath, too! Where will their insolence stop? Oh, my dear Mary, look here! Don’t be afraid, it is but a boy—yet the villain scowls so plainly in his face; would it not be a kindness to the country to hang him at once, before he shows his nature in acts as well as features?” He pulled me under the chandelier, and Mrs. Linton placed her spectacles on her nose and raised her hands in horror. The cowardly children crept nearer also, Isabella lisping “Frightful thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. He’s exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant. Isn’t he, Edgar?”

‘While they examined me, Cathy came round; she heard the last speech, and laughed. Edgar Linton, after an inquisitive stare, collected sufficient wit to recognise her. They see us at church, you know, though we seldom meet them elsewhere. “That’s Miss Earnshaw?” he whispered to his mother, “and look how Skulker has bitten her—how her foot bleeds!”

“Miss Earnshaw? Nonsense!” cried the dame; “Miss Earnshaw scouring the country with a gipsy! And yet, my dear, the child is in mourning—surely it is—and she may be lamed for life!”

(Chapter 6) (italics mine)

Heathcliff is immediately clocked as a “gipsy”, as an “out-and-outer”, as someone who can be hanged on the basis of his looks alone, in a way the little girl besides him isn’t.

Catherine too has dark hair and eyes, Catherine too can tan, yet she is never remarked upon for her darkness. Heathcliff is, because Heathcliff is dark-skinned and probably not white.

And no it is not “him being dirty” either. Lockwood first meets him when he is “in dress and manners a gentleman” and he still remarks on his dark-skin.

At this point everyone who doesn’t want to believe that Heathcliff is dark-skinned is willfully blind.

@artemideaddams @princesssarisa @longagoitwastuesday @vickythestrange @youareinlove

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Fiction Free-for-All Book Bracket Tournament: Round 1B

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe

Nora O’Malley’s been a lot of girls. As the daughter of a con-artist who targets criminal men, she grew up as her mother’s protégé. But when mom fell for the mark instead of conning him, Nora pulled the ultimate con: escape.

For five years Nora’s been playing at normal. But she needs to dust off the skills she ditched because she has three problems:

1: Her ex walked in on her with her girlfriend. Even though they’re all friends, Wes didn’t know about her and Iris.

2: The morning after Wes finds them kissing, they all have to meet to deposit the fundraiser money they raised at the bank. It’s a nightmare that goes from awkward to deadly, because:

3: Right after they enter bank, two guys start robbing it.

The bank robbers may be trouble, but Nora’s something else entirely. They have no idea who they’re really holding hostage…

Thriller, suspense, young adult

The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry by C.M. Waggoner

Endorsement from submitter: "two of the best fantasy novels [Unnatural Magic and The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry] I've read in a long time. Unnatural Magic follows a young woman who sets out to get an apprenticeship from the country's head wizard himself after being denied entry to the all boys magic school near her village. Meanwhile, a solitary troll and a deserting soldier develop a relationship that goes against the standards of both their societies and turn gender roles on their head (an m/f relationship that had me saying "oh my god this is gay"). The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry follows a poor fire witch, stigmatized for her innate magic, as she gets a job guarding a noblewoman on a cross-country trip… and attempting to win the affections of another guardswoman as they avoid assassination attempts. They're set in the same universe and the characters from Unnatural Magic are minor characters in Ruthless. Both are part murder mystery, part Victorian-inspired fantasy, part queer romance, and they deserve more love!"

Hard-drinking petty thief Dellaria Wells is down on her luck in the city of Leiscourt—again. Then she sees a want ad for a female bodyguard, and she fast-talks her way into the high-paying job. Along with a team of other women, she’s meant to protect a rich young lady from mysterious assassins. At first Delly thinks the danger is exaggerated, but a series of attacks shows there’s much to fear. Then she begins to fall for Winn, one of the other bodyguards, and the women team up against a mysterious, magical foe who seems to have allies everywhere.

Fantasy, romance, mystery, secondary world, queernorm, adult

[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.