#yes he's using the same costume on bottom right ;)

[tagidearte]

DCA Sketch dump from the last few days... Well, mostly Moon, but what's new?

[starfilmz]

FEMININE URGE | a rafe cameron fic.

— when a pogue takes a liking towards a certain kook. named it “feminine urge” because everything she’ll do here comes from that.

a/n: no update for thoroughfare and famous!rafe today so here’s something. half text half smau which is actually pretty fun to do. (not proofread)

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you couldn’t help but giggle at sarah’s reply on your tweet but chose to close your phone as you placed it inside the pockets of your apron. as much as you hated to admit it, jj was right. adding topper to your private instagram was a bad decision, and you’ve already removed him after seeing his comment on your latest post—though you couldn’t really blame him; if it were any of your friends who said it, you would’ve accepted.

topper was a nice guy; at least you assumed he was after he gave you a fifty dollar tip last week, but you weren’t shocked when he used it as some sort of leverage to get your socials. he had his chance, and he blew it up, so it’s his own fault.

you hummed as you cleaned the sticky countertop of the bar you’re working at. you're one of the few bartenders left in the place, the last one’s desperate to stay anyway. Sip N’ Dine paid well, which is why you chose to take the job, but you weren’t aware at the time the whole reason for their generosity was because kooks like topper and his friends raided the place almost every party they host. you met topper at one of his, another reason why you complied on his request to get to know you.

the night was still young, but luckily for you and the rest of your coworkers, no kooks seemed to have any interest in partying tonight. so, you took your sweet time organizing everything around you, unaware of the new presence behind your counter.

it was only when you heard a knock against it did you turn around. you almost tripped on your own two feet when you saw who it was.

“open a tab for me, will you?” rafe cameron said, sliding the card against the table, keeping his eyes on you—specifically your slightly unbuttoned uniform, revealing the layers of necklaces you wore. and maybe a bit of your tits.

with a swallow of nothing, you gave him your usual costume service smile as you went up to your station. “alright, what can i start you with?” you asked as you grabbed for his card, keeping it under the counter in a shelf where most of the cards are kept.

“your name would be nice, just so i know who to call,” he smiled, though it was closer to a smirk as it doesn’t exactly reach his eyes.

looks like someone had a bad day.

“most people call me ‘bartender’ since, y’know, i’m the only one here,” you glanced around between the two of you, raising an eyebrow at him. was this your attempt at flirting? yes, unfortunately. “but if you’re dying to know, my name’s y/n.”

“was i that obvious?” rafe replied with the same tone, and you might just throw yourself at him if you didn’t have an ounce of shame left in your body. “alright, y/n, i’ll have a miller lite first.”

“starting of easy, i see,” you commented almost instinctively, as it was encouraged by your boss to ‘challenge’ your customers so they’d buy more. “one miller lite, comin’ right up.”

you grabbed a pint glass from behind you, as well as one of your many miller lites on the shelves, placing it down in front of rafe as you poured the alcoholic drink in.

“holler if you need anything else.” you thought it was best to keep your distance before it became too obvious how nervous you were from his piercing gaze. you took this opportunity to entertain under customers arriving.

a few minutes have passed, and you’re already dealing with a bunch of drunks trying to take you home, though they weren’t the ones making you uncomfortable.

rafe, from the time he arrived, only called for you to refill his cup. nothing more, nothing less. you also know whenever someone’s staring at you from a mile away, so it wasn’t hard to realize rafe’s still on you this whole time.

“y/n?” he called, holding on to the bottom of his empty pint glass. just as you served two more shots for a customer, you went back to him with a smile, already grabbing for the miller lite.

“you don’t have to get that,” he said from behind you, making you turn around as he took a deep breath. “i’m closing my tab.”

“right, okay,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed his card. “enjoyed your beer?”

you wondered why you even attempted to make casual conversation as you swiped his card, but it was rafe cameron for fuck’s sake. you were creeped out by his constant staring, sure, but you couldn’t help but like the attention he’s giving you.

“i did, thank you,” he hummed as you handed his card back to him, your hands brushing against his calloused ones. “it helped me while i think of why topper, the loudest guy i know, would swear to secrecy just for a pogue.”

you physically froze as he smirked at you, standing up from his seat. “honestly, i was a bit weirded out by the comments, but now that i’m looking at you,” he tiled his head, scoffing out a grin. “maybe i’ll make an exception.”

with that, he left, leaving one hundred dollars under his glass.

“oh, shit.”

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Love me, hate me, you can't live without me.

Warning ⚠️; Mention of past character death, mention of child abuse, implied hate sex, implied bottom Gabriel. Toxic relationship. 🔞

Pairing; Gabriel Agreste/ Male reader

Summary; Gabriel and you had a rocky start, from allies to somewhat friends to more. You Weren't his wife, would never be her and yet Gabriel can't deny that place you have in his heart. It only makes him hate you more while it make you love him more.

Note; It was supposed to be my Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader fic posted Saturday but its not fully finished/corrected so yeah. I hope y'all still love this one.

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Gabriel still didn't understand why he agreed to work with you. You were an insufferable brat, a torn in his side and a tease. Everything that he hated. Yet, he had to admit that you were his strongest ally. Your control over your Miraculous was close to perfection and you were a strong foe.

That was why he had agreed to work with you.

Gabriel was still unsure how you had found his hideout since you never told him. He had been shocked to find you there, surrounded by his white butterfly and waiting for him. His first reflex had been to try and fight you, only for you to overpower him easily.

God, he could still feel your knee between his legs and pressing against his groin. Your breath hit his ear through his mask as you chuckled, twisting his arms behind his back. You had whispered in Gabriel’s ear like you were telling him a secret, but in reality it was a deal.

He helped you get something and in return, you would bring him Lady Bug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous.

How could he say no? Not when all his plans had been bested and those damn kids mocked him. Gabriel had had enough and maybe you were going to be the one to finally give him what he wanted. If the price was to break in somewhere and steal something, it was nothing he wouldn't do.

The most humiliating part had been that you had succeeded in your part of the deal. You had given him once each Miraculous, first Chat Noir, then Lady Bug, but after each time Gabriel had lost them. If only you had given them at the same time! And how he had hated you when after each time you had made fun of him. Yes. Gabriel hated you. You and your teasing words.

Then, out of nowhere, you came in his office.

Not his hideout, not somewhere he was as Monarch, but right inside his home. You knew who he was and stood without your costume, sitting on his desk playing with a Miraculous that wasn't yours. Of course, you gave it to him and of course, you laughed at him when his plan failed again.

From then on things went downhill for Gabriel. You were always there, in his shadow, smirking and teasing him. There was nothing he could do against you; you knew his identity and could use it against him. So he can just watch as you take Nathalie’s place next to him and to his horror get close to his son.

Adrien who actually enjoys your company and listens to you when you speak. Adrien who laughs and seeks your presence when he is contraried by Gabriel, but calm down when you explain why Gabriel is doing such things. His own son prefers you over him and it is a slap across the face.

He tried to push you away, force you to stay far away from his son but you only laughed to his face. There was no way Adrien would forgive him if he learned he sent you away and he couldn't bear the thought of his actually hating him.

So he finally gave in, letting you turn around him like a fly with a piece of meat. He hated how touchy you were, wrapping yourself around his shoulders, your chest pressed against his back. Some days you wouldn't shave and your morning beard would scratch his neck and cheek and he would push you away, his hand on your face. You’ll chuckle and lick or bite his fingers.

And yet, you grew on him.

Gabriel couldn't deny missing you when you'll be gone for days or that he wasn't touched when he would find rare fabrics on his desk, a gift from you. There were the little things you would do for him; bringing him coffee and croissants, even pancakes after a long and hard night. You would cover for his ass when he would slip up or forget a show and he didn't even need to ask you.

You would be his plus-one during any event he participated to the point where rumours started that you two were seeing each other. That was a rumour Gabriel hated. How dare they think he was over his wife? How dare they think you were half the person she was? He was disgusted by all of them, while you thought it was hilarious and played it as true.

Yes.

Gabriel hated you.

And yet, he couldn't have enough of you.

Gabriel didn't know how to name your relationship; allies? Frienemies? Coworkers?

Soulmate?

No. That wasn't possible. Emilie was and will always be his soulmate, not you. But of course, you had to disrupt everything he thought he knew and make him face the ugly truth.

You had to save his life by almost losing yours.

Gabriel could still feel your hand grabbing his wrist painfully as you took off Plagg’s ring from his finger and could only watch as you threw it away before an explosion occurred. When he regained consciousness he found your body shielding him from the blast. He had to push you off him, cursing and hitting you until Gabriel realised you weren't reacting.

Until he felt your blood on his face.

He was losing you just like he had lost Emilie.

Something broke in his mind as he saw you unconscious and bloody, chest barely raising with your shivering breath. You were dying before his very eyes, because of him, because of the consequences of his actions. You were paying the price that should have been his.

The Lucky Charm had been useless in helping you and even Tikki couldn't tell him what to do. So Gabriel had taken you to the hospital after taking off your Miraculous, accusing Monarch of being behind your wounds. He wanted, no, deserved to be hated he thought.

His mind spiralled down, drowning him in guilt and rage as he stayed by your side, forced to face what he had done to you. Oh, how much he hated and despised you! But oh! How much he loved and missed your banters and touches.

Andrien didn't help

His son was a crying mess when he saw you, cursing him and wishing for his death. Well, the death of Monarch, which was himself, but that was something Andrien ignored. It didn't chase away the pain those words caused.

So yes. As you lay in bed, fighting for your life, Gabriel had to face an ugly truth; he loved you. Loved you just as much as he had loved his wife and he couldn't lose you.

He couldn't live without you.

It took days, but the doctors finally told Gabriel that you were out of the woods, that you were going to live. He hated himself for the tears of joy that rolled down his cheeks at the news and how his heart became lighter in his chest. But Gabriel wasn't going to lose you. You were going to keep bothering and teasing him.

You woke up days later, a smirk on your lips as you looked at him. The sound of his name on your lips sent a shiver down his spine and he had to fight the urge to punch you.

- “Don’t ever do something like that again!” He hissed at you, making you laugh and cough.

- “Of course, I am going to do it again if it means Mon Coeur is going to live.”

Mon Coeur.

My Heart.

You had called him your heart.

The second the doctors allowed you to leave, Gabriel took you home. Bedbound, you looked weak and fragile, the opposite of what you usually were. Your Miraculous was so happy to be reunited with you and so were you, making Gabriel almost jealous when you cuddled the little creature in your hands.

For hours he would stay by your side even if you were sleeping. Gabriel had moved his desk and things into your room allowing him to work on his project while keeping an eye on you. Naturally, you teased him constantly about it. His patience was about to crumble, but each time he wanted to snap, he had to face your wounded and bruised body and Gabriel would fall silent, unable to say anything as guilt kept eating him alive.

You of course noticed it.

The rare times you left the bed, you would come sit by his side. Sometimes resting your head on his shoulder taking a nap or just watching him draw. Other times you would also draw with him and he would include your ideas in his concepts or you would talk, trying to clear his mind.

You both knew what was going on, but neither of you said or did anything about it.

Until Gabriel couldn't take it anymore.

The first time Gabriel kissed you, he felt alive again. The second time he kissed with hunger, like a man starving to death. He could never forget the sweet taste of your lips or the warm touch of your hands on his hips, grounding him and reminding him this wasn't a dream.

You were alive and so was he.

For once, you didn't tease or make fun of him but allowed him to do as he pleased with you. His hands touched and explored your body, tracing the scars he was responsible for. The shivers and grunts from you were his new addiction and he always needed more. So he got more, tasting all of you and letting you have your share.

You touched him like no one else did before, not even Emilie. Your lips forced sounds he didn't know he could produce out of his mouth. You covered his skin with kisses and bites, leaving a trail of hickeys behind you. In the morning his body would be sore, reminding him that he wasn't twenty anymore, but your body wrapped around his would make Gabriel forget everything as he would focus on your breathing and heartbeat.

Yes.

Gabriel hated and loved you at the same time. And had to face the truth; that he couldn't live without you, couldn't keep following his plan to try and bring Emilie back. No. Because that meant risking losing you again or leaving you behind and he couldn't accept either possibility. So Gabriel accepted it and each time he woke up in your embrace or with you kissing his shoulders he both cursed and praised you. You who had changed everything for the better and the worse.

[greensagephase]

Hey pookie! 🥺

So uh- lately I haven’t had the time to draw any mafia Miguel (cuz I’m making a big project about my spider sona for SCHOOL and it has to be done by the end of May 🫠 and I can’t sadly include Miguel cuz I have to use original characters only for this 😭) but I drew THIS :D and I just wanted to share it with you :3

They are mostly sketches and ideas- (also, pls excuse the Romanian writing 😭)

The first are some sketches of the background characters ☺️ also, yes, the first one, the POLICE CAPTAIN is Sebastian (💀 we know how that’ll end…) anyway~ and-HAHA, Tyler Parker is Kira’s brother XD inspired by my one and only rat (lil brother)

On the right are some building sketches from Kira’s world. Basically, her world is full of life and greenery. Is inspired by ecourbanism :3 (an architectural style, I’ll leave some pictures below that shows the vibe a lil bit :)) that’s where the green from her suit comes from :) in that world, the color green means hope and life and the opposite (red) means destruction and chaos. ☺️🤭 also the reason why mafia Miguel’s eyes are GREEN 🥰 another thing- be because this universe is full of trees and fauna and more wild life than usual, her costume is inspired by A KNIGHT 🥰 (I like adding meaning to stuff :))

And on the bottom are some poster ideas 🫶💕

Pooks, oh my goodness… You're so incredibly talented, yet your work takes me by surprise every time you share something! 🥹💕💖 I’m literally like, “Omg, Lara is so talented!” 🥺🥺🥺 And then, you share more and I'm like, “RAHHH, LARA IS SO TALENTED!!!” 🥹😭🤌🏼💕

I had no idea you have more original characters already developed (besides Sebastian MJ), which are so amazing and cool! Your version of Jameson and Osborn are such fresh takes, I truly adore their designs!

And their names — I'm in love with them, especially with Nyanna and Olimpia! Also, I love how all the women are giving girl boss energy! We love to see it! 🙂‍↕️👑 I'm curious about Olimpia, pooks. Is she friends with Kira, or is she a villain? I’m curious since the Osborn character tends to have a villain arc. 👀

Also, I snorted when you said Tyler is based on your one and only rat (brother)! 😭😭 Not your brother catching strays on Tumblr! 💀💀

And then, there's Sebastian… 😞 I don't know much about him, but I keep thinking he's like the Peter in NC (Dulzura’s version) personality wise, where he was so sweet and loving, and I get all sad knowing he's eventually gonna pass away. 😞

THE ARCHITECTURE STYLE — POOKS! I love it so much! I would genuinely love to be part of that universe, no joke! It seems so peaceful with so much greenery. 🥺 I also learned something through this ask! I've always seen pictures of buildings like this (in fact, I believe the picture of the tall building covered in greenery next to the blank red buildings is a picture I've seen a few times in the past) on Pinterest, but I had never researched the name of this kind of architecture, so thank you for teaching me something new!

Also, the way the color green symbolizes hope and life in Kira’s universe! As soon as I read that, I thought about Miguel's green eyes and was like, “OHHHH! 🥹🤭 HIS EYES WILL GIVE KIRA HOPE AND LIFE 🥹🥹” and then, I read what red means, and I was like, “oop… Spiderman Miguel, my pookie… I'm sorry. 🥲”

Does Kira ever have a moment during the time she has a crush on Spider Miguel where she’s ignoring the fact his eyes are red and overall, his person is so intertwined with the color because of him being Spider-Man, even when the color symbolizes chaos and destruction in her universe? I wonder about that now that you’ve shared the color symbolism! Like, I’m imagining Kira being frustrated because she has a crush on him, but at the same time, the color of his eyes are associated with negativity due to the color symbolism in her world, and then, there’s Mafia Miguel with green eyes lol, symbolizing positive things. 😭

Either way, I LOVE the color symbolism! It’s so interesting because it foreshadows Kira ending up with Mafia Miguel! YOUR MIND>>>>>>

And omg, I was eventually going to ask you about Kira’s suit because I had noticed it’s like a knight’s! I haven’t said it yet, but I love that so much. 🥹💕 I find knights to be cool, so much that I have this original fantasy wip novel in which my female protagonist becomes one to pay a bargain to a king. Since she’s just a human (the king isn’t; I’m still deciding what his kind will be 🫠), she must train twice as hard to become a successful one, and that includes learning to wield a sword — so the sword Kira has is so exciting and cool to me! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I also love that her suit is green. She’s a symbol of hope for the people in her universe! 🥺

GIRL, THE POSTERS? YOU COOKED! I saw them and I immediately was like, “LET’S GET A MOVIE FOR KIRA, PLS!” They’re SO GOOD!! I think my favorite one is the one with her facing us because of her posture, the wind blowing her hair and the piece of fabric on her suit, and the way she’s holding her sword. Plus, you can see more of the city and the greenery, bringing out the green in her own suit! RAHHH, it looks so cool, pooks! I’m getting the urge to print it out and hang it on my wall! 😭

Pooks… I’m literally in love with everything you’ve shared with me. If I could respectfully consume it, I would! 🥰💖 But omg, you say this is for a school project? How much do you have left to do? Thankfully, there’s still half of March, the entirety of April, and the majority of May, so hopefully, plenty of time to complete your project! I have no doubt you will finish it and that you will earn a high grade because you’re COOKING! Seriously! I’ve said it a lot, but you’re so talented! 💖💖💕💕🥹🥹

Thank you so much for continuing to share your art with me, pooks. I’m so, so, so honored! THANK YOU!!! 💕💖🥰🥹🫶🏼

I hope you're having a wonderful start to your week, pooks! Pls take care!💖🫶🏼

Alondra❤️

[crazycurly-77]

Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: It's getting very hot, but non-explicit

As agreed, half an hour later, Gibbs, Mr. Albert and Tony were waiting anxiously for Jenny and you in the NCIS fitness room.

Gibbs looked at his watch again because you ladies were still making them wait and his impatience was growing.

Another 5 minutes later, he was already annoyed and about to leave the room and go back to the office when the two of you finally arrived.

Jenny went ahead and apologized for the delay due to problems with your costume.

And then you walked out of the changing room to them and the men's eyes almost popped out of their heads in amazement, while Jenny had a hard time keeping herself from laughing out loud at their expressions. 

Because you came all dressed up in your dance costume and it wasn't just an ordinary one. No, it was a real samba costume from Brazil.

The emerald green, sequined bra showed more than it covered, as it just reached over the nipples of your ample breasts and the very skimpy panties were the same color and style and just covered your pubic area.

You also wore an emerald green feather crown and large wings made of emerald green feathers.

You looked breathtaking and very sexy. You carefully turned around to show the costume fully. And when Tony saw that the panties were actually just a thong and that it only emphasized your apple-shaped, firm bottom even more, he almost literally started drooling.

Normally he would have gotten a head-slap from Gibbs to bring him back to reality, but Jethro had to fight too, because you looked absolutely stunning and the costume showed off your curves perfectly.

If you could move now…the men you would dance for would be lost.

Jenny grinned contentedly at the three men who still had to gather themselves.

Tony's face showed desire, Gibbs swallowed hard and couldn't stop staring at you and Mr. Albert grinned smugly and had dollar signs in his eyes.

Finally, Jenny turned to Mr. Albert and asked matter-of-factly: "You were informed about our plans?"

The man addressed nodded in agreement, but had concerns: "She looks hot, but can she dance? I mean table dancing and lap dancing?"

Jenny just looked at him coldly, because she knew perfectly well that this question was coming. But he was right. It would be too obvious if you couldn't dance.

She turned to you: "Y/N...you know what this is about...would you please give us a sample of your dancing skills?"

“It's a bit embarrassing in front of colleagues, but yes. Of course. Can you please turn on the music?”

Confidently, you walked to the opposite end of the room as the music started playing.

When you reached your destination, you stood with your back to your audience and began your performance.

Slowly, you bent forward and stuck out your tight butt while you kept moving your upper body downward until your hands touched the floor and your butt was high in the air.

Then you slowly sat down, spread your legs wide apart and put your head back. After a short moment, you looked at the wall again, brought your legs together and folded them under you to finally stand up.

But this was only the beginning, because now you slowly turned around and ran your hands along your curvy body. Very slowly, inch by inch. You looked lasciviously at your colleagues and walked towards them, swaying your hips in time with the music.

And yes, your show had an effect, because they could hardly control themselves and keep their hands to themselves.

But the lap dance was still missing.

It was a good thing that Ducky burst into the room at that moment looking for Gibbs, as the two of them wanted to go out to eat together. And because sweet Ducky would be the least dangerous test subject of the men currently present.

So you walked slowly and seductively towards him, took him by the hand and led him to the chair standing in the middle of the room and pushed him down onto it.

The poor guy didn't know what was going on, but he just let it happen.

Carefully moving to the rhythm of the music, you sat down on his lap. Inch by inch, you ran your fingertips along his chest and nibbled on his earlobe while you rubbed your breasts and your pubic area against him.

And obviously this didn't fail to have its effect, because he could barely suppress a moan.

But then the song ended. You tenderly kissed him on the cheek, stood up and turned to your colleagues.

Jenny grinned and Mr. Albert asked absolutely thrilled: "You are my new star! When can you start?"

Ducky cleared his throat as he stood up and said: "A thoroughly pleasant experience. Thank you for that, my dear."

Gibbs continued to stare at you. For him, you were a temptation on two legs and absolutely hot. But that was new for him. He had always found you nice, friendly, likeable and sweet, but hot, sexy and erotic? No.

But that had changed suddenly in the last few minutes, because you had a seductive body and your erotic movements... had burned themselves into his memory and his body, because they had really fueled his imagination.

Yes, Jenny was right. You were definitely talented and a real weapon that hardly anyone could resist.

And while he gradually regained his composure, Tony was still staring at you lustfully with his mouth open until a head-slap from Jethro brought him back down to earth.

Confused, Tony shook his head and was about to complain when he saw Gibbs' stern look and then disappeared with a quiet "I need a shower. Ice. Cold."

(To be continued in Chapter 3.)

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[woodle-isbae]

Hi! I’m a huge fan from ages and I have a request, if you’re comfortable ofc!

So could you do male reader (top) x Joost (bottom) smut, where reader get jealous at a party cause this girl flirts with Joost and Joost says it’s nothing so reader slowly works Joost up during the night to the point that he is really needy and kinda desperate for his touch. Reader then takes him into the bathroom and proves who’s in charge. (sorry if that sounds weird)

Please and thank you (I love your work sm, don’t stop 🙏🙏🙏)

🎐anon

You entered the costume Party with your Boyfriend , Joost , him dressed as a man in black and you as a vampire

The party alive and wild , with people playing crazy beer games and couples all up on eachother in the corners of the house

"I'm gonna go get us drinks..be right back"

He hummed in confirmation, allowing you to dissapear off into the dimly light house.

You were mixing up some drinks all together for you and Joost until a softer voice came up behind you.

"Your gonna drink all those by yourself?"

It was some chick dressed up as an angel , the extremely short pink dress and white wedge heels.

"Uh..nah I'm drinking these with my..uh friend"

She giggled at what you said , mabye it because you were awkward about it or the fact you said it in a dumb vampire accent

"Your really hot...you got a girl?"

"Well-kinda?"

"Would she mind?"

You were kinda taken aback by her boldness , she really expects you to cheat on your partner for some one night stand? Jeez.

"Well-I have to go-"

You couldn't even bother to give her a smile or anything , wasting no time to get lost in the crowded living room. Trying your best to find some platinum blond hair in the wave of bodies before you.

In the corner of your eye you saw your boyfriend laughing with some blond girl , not being able to tell what they're talking about but it seems entertaining.

Just as you began walking towards them, they began walking to the dance floor , dancing all up on eachother. Placing the drinks down on the table before you pushed through people to get to them , throwing your arm over his shoulder

"Exuse-"

"Who do we have here?"

You looked over at the girl and it was the same chick from the drink table. She moves on fast. Turning back to face your boyfriend who was avoiding your gaze

"You wouldn't mind if I stole him huh? Great ,thanks."

Not even giving her a chance to speak before you pulled him away from the dance floor , shoving him into some seat.

"Fuck around and find out"

"Wha- what do you mean?"

You simply shrugged at his question, helping him get up from the seat before brushing your hand behind his neck , face being dangerously close to his collar bone. Moving away from him with a cheeky smile as he was about to grip onto you.

This continued on for the rest of the night, constantly sending him lingering touches and being all up against him. He was ready to explode by the time you let your touch linger longer than the rest.

. . .

"Where are you taking me?"

"I fucking need you."

You held back a chuckle , for his sake , allowing him to shove you into the bathroom. Locking it with haste before he turned over to face you , his outfit was absolutely ruined , his tie sitting loose and shirt slightly unbuttoned.

"Your a mess"

"I wonder why."

"Watch your tone."

Sloppily making out with him against the bathroom counter , clothes flimsely being removed before Joost stood before you , only in his Vest and briefs. Wasting no time to unbuckle your belt and drop your pants , boxers following suite

"Fuck prep , just do it."

Taken aback by his need , you allowed it. Turning him over to face the sink mirror , staring him in the eye as you entered him, shockingly easy to get in but obviously not with full prep.

"R'you sure?"

"Fuck- yes! I'm sure."

The desperation in his face evident as he bucked his hips back into you, your own following the steady rhythm. In a blink of an eye the taller man beneath you was ruined , face pressed into the sink and hands held behind his back.

"This what happens when you try f'king around."

Your anger proven in the harsh thrusts and grit of your teeth , the way you shoved his face down and held his hand with the other hand. Hips not giving out the slightest.

"Flaunting around , y'tryna fuck someone?"

Pulling his head up by his hair , forcing him to look at you both in the mirror. The sly smirk on your face enhanced by the dark red contacts and the dimly lit bathroom. His face red and covered in tears , moans choking out of his puffy red lips

"They know you liked to get fucked? Like some whore , always wanting me..even at parties"

"N-no! -fuck- I won't do it again-pleasepleaseplease-!"

His voice cracking , barely being able to form a full sentance , too fucked out to even thunk about what you said , all the things he did earlier in the night far from his worries

"You can cum , you deserve it after all huh? Say it."

You were also nearing your end , unable to hold back anymore but still wanting to torture him a little bit more.

"I- fuck - I deserve it...I deserve to cum"

Those words were all you needed to hear , letting go of his hands and turning him over , kissing him as he came all over your torso.

A few more pumps and you pulled out , gasping out as you came in between his legs , coating his inner thighs with your cum.

After cleaning up and getting redressed you both left the bathroom separately, Joost heading over to some corner of the house to regain his composure while you went to get some drinks.

[ganglygamer]

Happy LNDC anniversary everyone! Yes I know I'm like 5 days late but this took a bit longer than expected. Nonetheless this was really insightful practice with the new tablet and I'm honestly impressed with how well I was able to shade it.

Flat colors and base below -

Some of these designs are more headcanon-y and to accompany that I've made a little list of some headcanon/backstory to go with each character. Enjoy!

(Going from top left to bottom right)

Gus

Age 11

Comes from a wealthier middle-class family from the Counties; Is a bit spoiled. 

Is also rather sheltered and naive, was easily lured into the Nowhere after only like 3 visits. 

A newer arrival to the Nowhere; Went to the school because it reminded him of being a “star pupil” back home. 

Definitely went to the same school as Noone and has heard of her through gossip with other kids and on TV, though he never partook in any actual bullying of her. 

The Ferryman took Gus on a day trip to the Fun Fair from LN3 at least once, which was part of what finally lured him into the Nowhere. 

Sebbo

Age 9

Another CPI patient with nightmare disorders, like Noone. 

Was always distrustful of the doctors and made frequent escape attempts, though she was always unsuccessful.  

Is extremely good at lockpicking/knot tying because of her efforts. 

The Ferryman offered to take her to the Nowhere to get her away from the doctors, and ofc the LN2 Hospital is where she first woke up. 

The Doctor™ would perform experiments with the transmission on captured children in an attempt to assimilate them into the Fleshvoid. This is because only adults seemed to be assimilated, and the Doctor used these experiments to see whether child assimilation was even possible, and if so whether it depended on the child’s level of determination/willpower; This is why the Doctor imprisoned Sebbo and gave her spoons to try tunneling her way out. 

Fortunately Sebbo was able to escape from the Doctor and is one of the many children responsible for the vents/crawl spaces of the Hospital having signs of habitation. Other children however were less fortunate, and were left horribly disfigured as a result of the Doctor’s failed experiments. 

The Ghost Child

Age 9

A shy and poor boy from the Counties who came to the Nowhere simply to escape his outside pressures and ended up in the Pale City. At this point he was called Oliv. 

While in the city he ended up in the seemingly empty barber shop and tried to steal some wrapped mints from the countertop; When the Barber found Oliv he attacked him with his scissors and cut off his right arm. 

Oliv escaped and migrated to the apartments at the heart of the city due to the abundance of food there. 

After being attacked he became even more reclusive and distrusting of humans; For this reason and because of his disfigurement he made his signature costume out of some scraps of bedsheet and became known as The Ghost Child. 

He began using everyday vermin like rats, moths and crows as substitute company and built an entire collection of them as seen in Chapter 4; He also lived a short distance away in that room with the mattress and blocked windows next to the elevator. 

The Vagrant Boy

Age 6 (because contrary to everyone calling him the Toddler, I refuse to believe he would be able to run and scavenge so well if he was literally goo goo gaga age)

Was born mostly blind aside from being able to make out vague colors and shapes (which is why in the comic he started taking off his blindfold when he heard the TV). 

Needless to say his caregivers didn’t care much for a “blind useless baby” and he was largely neglected, meaning he taught himself to function without sight from an incredibly early age. 

Much like Noone and her water sickness, TVB found himself not weighed down by his blindness while in the Nowhere, which is why he allowed himself to cross over, finding himself more at home surrounded by the sounds and touch of nature rather than the harsh reality of the counties. 

Never really learned to speak or dress himself due to his age and neglect. 

Coby

Age 9

Orphan from the poorest section of the Counties; Crossed into the Nowhere for those exact same reasons. 

Eventually wound up in an abandoned building in or near the Pale City that was inhabited by other orphans, where they lived in a sort of community until Mono showed up, bringing the Thinman with him. 

Due to malnutrition he is smaller and scrawnier than most other kids, and his clothes are also more damaged and ill-fitting. 

Sou

Age 10

Went to the same school as Noone before being put into a more prestigious child academy elsewhere in the Counties. 

Grew up in a wealthier household that put an immense pressure on her to excel in both academic and outdoor activities; Her desire to escape this is what prompted her to cross over into the Nowhere. 

Sou ended up in the Pale City and sought refuge in the School since it was a familiar sight to her. While there she was captured by the Bullies and tied up in their torture room, where she lost her shoes (which can be seen there in-game) and was beaten severely. 

Being familiar with knots and such she was eventually able to get free and used a bedsheet rope to escape the School, then used the door from the building next to the coastline to cross the bay(?) to the Wilderness before eventually being captured by the Hunter. 

Her mismatched outfit is a result of her scavenging items from other victims of the Hunter, like boots to cover her feet and a certain yellow hat to protect her from the rain. 

Mono

Age 10

Grew up poor and was forced to wear a lot of oversized hand-me-down clothing growing up. 

Because of this he was constantly made fun of at school, and as a result adopted a habit of using his lunch bag to cover his face. Eventually he was unable to deal with the constant harassment and was convinced to cross into the Nowhere. 

Where he got his powers from is unclear, but its similarity to the Thinman’s is enough to drive most other children away, making him just as isolated here as he was in the Counties. 

Also, contrary to his canon design I actually like him having his coat mostly or fully buttoned, at least until he first uses the TVs in chapter 4, at which point he opens it up to represent his newfound courage. 

Six

Age 9

Her past remains steeped in mystery, and that’s something I don’t really want to change in case Bandai ends up revealing her existing backstory for us (ie, confirming that Sisi as Six, as horrible as that idea sounds).

[theresthesnitch]

Trick or Treat!

Part 1.

Remus scratches his long ear, which buzzes a bit from the charm he uses on them. He uses the same costume each year because it's easy and he finds it funny, even if no one but James and Sirius really get it.

Remus braces himself as he hears James and Sirius coming down the stairs. Sirius has been tight lipped about what his costume is, which means Remus hasn't been able to prepare himself for it.

Last year, Sirius was a vampire nun (to match James’s vampire priest) and for some reason, the costume came with a slit up to his thigh, which Sirius took as invitation to wear fishnet stocking and heels. Sirius decided he needed to practice walking around in both for weeks, and Remus nearly died.

Death by Sirius Black's thighs, which apparently will be a recurring them this year.

Sirius hits the bottom step with a flounce of a short skirt that barely covers... well, anything. He walks right toward Remus, and it takes Remus a moment to drag his eyes up from Sirius’s thighs to see the rest of the his costume.

"Are you little red riding hood?" Remus asks, his voice a little huskier than he intended.

"Yes," Sirius says. He stops in front of Remus and pops his hip to the side, making the skirt bounce. "Such big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf."

Remus has to swallow a few times before he can form words again. "All the better to see you with."

Sirius smiles wickedly, and Remus feels like he might be the wolf and Remus is the one who is lost. "And what big hands you have."

"All the better to touch you with," Remus says, and it isn't until Sirius's smile turns amused and James snickers that Remus realzies he messed up the line. Remus doesn't just want a hug, though. He wants to touch.

Sirius takes both of his hands and places them on his bare thighs under his skirt, then sits down straddling Remus's lap. Remus's brain shorts out, and he tries very hard to keep his eyes on Sirius's face.

"Mr. Wolf," Sirius says, but his voice feels like caramel, sticky and sweet, "what big lips you have."

"All the better to--"

Kiss you.

He would have said it. Meant to, even. But before the words make it out of his mouth, Sirius is kissing him and Remus forgets the whole plot.

"I can't fucking believe that worked," James says.

Sirius breaks the kiss. "Mr. Wolf, what big teeth you have."

Remus laughs, breathless from the kiss. "Oh, I'm going to eat you alive."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Siruis say, and then kisses him again.

Trick or Treat!

[the1entirecircus]

So, a few weeks back, a friend and I were talking about the DC x Sonic crossover event thats happening, and while we were talking, we both talked about how odd that it is for Knuckles to be Superman and not Sonic and I noted how Sonic's Flash design is based on Barry Allen's Flash and not Wally West's.

(top left: Sonic as Flash, top right: Barry Allen as Flash, bottom: the various costumes worn by Wally West)

Which is weird imo, because Barry and Sonic have nothing in common in terms of personality and character dynamicss. Barry is more awkward, a little strict, and is about as clever as the 10th Doctor. Wally on the other hand is more like Sonic in terms of personality, especially if we're regarding the fanon versions of the characters. And fanon Barry is usually fanon Wally because no one remembers their personality correctly. But even then, Sonic and Superman have more in common and having Sonic be superman fits way better in terms of character dynamics.

Since Amy is Wonder Woman and Shadow is Batman in this upcoming event, having Knuckles as Superman wouldn't make enough sense given that (from my knowledge) Knuckles is just friends with Rose and isn't close to Shadow in any shape or form. Meanwhile, Sonic used to be chased around by Amy not unlike how (the poorly written versions of) Wonder Woman would do the same. Shadow gets annoyed with Sonic from time to time, Batman gets annoyed with Superman from time to time. Am I butchering these characterizations? Yes, but the point is, it would make more sense because Barry and Bruce are basically science bros. They help each other out a lot of the time. In fact because of Barry's relationship with tech, Tails seems like a better fit for the Flash than sonic as Barry built the cosmic treadmill and Wally's job in the comics is being a mechanic. Of course they wouldn't because making the fastest thing alive be the fastest man alive is as simple as drawing a line.

Also, villains. Who is Superman's arch nemesis? A bald man who uses technology to try and defeat him. Who is Sonic's arch nemesis? A bald man who uses technology to try and defeat him. The closest character Barry has to Robotnik is Gorilla Grodd who sometimes tries to turn everyone into apes like how Robotnik sometimes tries to turn everyone into robots. And that of course is a big stretch because Sonic's relationship with Robotnik is way more nuanced than that. And I guarantee you that Robotnik is going to be Lex in the series, because as creative as it would be to have Grodd be Eggman, it won't happen.

Another thing is that Superman is the mascot of comic book superheroes. Sonic is the mascot of SEGA. Why is Superman Knuckles then? Because he's strong? Because he only rivals Flash in speed? Why are we undervaluing Clark's character with this? Knuckles was trained as an Echidna warrior, where did Clark train? on a farm! Knuckles has more connection to batman and wonder woman in that regard than superman. He is a disciplined fighter, Clark is going with the flow 90% of the time which is a lot like Sonic and his abilities (I'm assuming of course, I'm running off from what I know based on memories of the Sonic cartoons I've watched and the movies. Sonic fans, you can kill me later, nows not the time).

So the point is: making Sonic into Barry's Flash is lazy as hell.

Thank you for reading my silly little rant about things shouldn't really matter.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Donna Troy

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Sixteen: Family Reunion

Dick took us home at the end of our week. He offered to stay the night, but Tim said it was okay for him to leave. I decided to sleep in Tim’s room because I didn’t want to leave him alone.

I slept on the bottom bunk, only waking up to scissors clattering to the floor. “Tim?” I mumbled, still half-asleep. “What are you doing?” 

“Working on the cost—.” 

“Tim, it’s late. Get some sleep… I’ll help you work on it tomorrow morning,” I replied, turning toward the wall and shutting my eyes. 

“That was Wonder Girl, wasn’t it?” Tim questioned. I answered with a soft noise. “How well do you know her?” 

“Go to bed. I’ll tell you over breakfast,” I whispered. My phone vibrated under my pillow, and I opened my eyes, taking a peek at a text message. It was Bruce. I told him I’d be outside as soon as Tim was asleep. That wasn’t long. He was exhausted. So, I crept out on the balcony of Tim’s parents’ bedroom. “What is it? Did you find Jack and Janet?” 

Bruce stood in his cape and cowl, hiding from me. I would’ve been furious with him if I wasn’t so worried about Tim’s parents. “The hospital’s gonna call any minute now, so I’ve gotta make this quick. It’s not good news,” Bruce whispered. I stared at him in the dark, trying to seem angrier than I was frightened. “Janet’s gone, and Jack might not—. He might not make it, Jason. Do you want me to meet you at the hospital?”

“I don’t know… You—... Stay nearby,” I replied. He moved to hug me, and I stepped back. The costume helped him hide from me, and I hated him. 

“Jason, I’m sorry—.”

“I don’t blame you for that. Why can’t you talk to me without a buffer?” I asked. 

“Jason—.” 

“I gotta go. You said the hospital’s gonna call any minute,” I replied as I turned to leave. I returned to Tim’s room, climbing the ladder to nudge him awake. 

“Tim… Tim, please wake up. I have to talk to you,” I whispered. I felt tingling in my legs, and I knew it was a matter of time before they gave out, so I gripped the metal railing tight. Tim opened his eyes and groaned. “You have to get dressed.”

“What’s the matter?” Tim asked. 

“Your mom… She didn’t—. She didn’t make it, and the hospital’s gonna call any minute because—. Because your dad might not—. Tim,” I whimpered while I held back tears. I couldn’t take it. Tim stared at me and wrapped his arms around me. His calm frightened me. “I’m so sorry, Tim.” 

He let go of me and leaped down from his bunk to get dressed. I changed into my warmer clothes and put on my glasses. I felt sick to my stomach, but I had to hold it together. Tim slipped his portable charger into a duffel bag and a few days’ worth of our clothes. “Are you okay?” Tim asked. 

I couldn’t believe he asked me that. “I’m—. It doesn’t matter how I feel. Tim, are you alright?” I questioned. 

“Let’s keep moving. I just—.” His phone rang, and we froze. Tim stared at me and swallowed hard before answering the call. 

“Hello? Yes… No, I’m—. I’m awake,” Tim whispered, “And my mom? I understand… My brother and I will be right there.” 

He hung up and looked at me. “Mom’s dead… And Dad—. Dad’s paralyzed. Jason?” Tim questioned. 

“Tim, every day, I regret that I never got to grieve my parents. If you don’t stop to feel something, you’ll be forced to keep moving forever. I’m not okay. You can be okay if you allow yourself to be upset,” I explained. “Please don’t get stuck with their ghosts.” Tim rubbed his temple with his fingertips. He groaned and burst into tears. I grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a hug. 

“My mom,” Tim sobbed. I nodded, rubbing his back. His cries shook us both, and I finally allowed myself to cry with him. Tears slid down my cheeks, and I wished I could’ve done more. At least he wouldn’t be like me. At least he wouldn’t be like Bruce. He’d be okay.

**

Tim’s driver dropped us off at the hospital, and I offered to hang back. I sat in the hallway while he spoke to Jack. I didn’t expect him to ask me to come in, but he did. Tim stepped outside of the hospital room and beckoned me. So, I followed him inside and sat on the couch with Tim until he fell asleep. My phone vibrated. “Bruce?” I whispered. I couldn’t stop staring at Jack. I knew he was hooked to all those machines, but I saw Catherine… I could see my mom. I could almost smell the vomit and cigarettes. I wanted to break down, but something blocked it. 

“How is he?” Bruce questioned. I pushed the feeling down to look at Tim. He slept peacefully with his head on my shoulder. Warm. Breathing. Alive. 

“Not great… Tim’s asleep. What do you want?” I asked. 

“Jason, you have to come home—.” 

“I’m not going anywhere without Tim,” I interrupted, “If he can come and you promise not to bother him, I’ll come home. Without any argument…” 

“Jason, do you mean that?” Bruce asked.

I shut my eyes and swallowed my pride. “Mhm. You have my word… Let me talk to Tim about it… Give me until Monday,” I answered. 

“Do you need any extra money?” Bruce questioned. 

I sighed. “I don’t need any money… I’ve been alright,” I answered. 

“Jason, I don’t understand what happened earlier between—.” 

“I’m not a comfort item… I’m a person, and my thoughts and feelings deserve consideration. When have you ever put my feelings before what you believe and want?” I interrupted. 

“I don’t want to fight, Jason—.” Exactly!  It’s always what Bruce wants.

“Okay. Well, I don’t have anything else to say. I’ll talk to Tim before Monday… Goodbye, Bruce,” I replied. I hung up.

Tim stirred, put his feet on the couch, and laid his head on my lap. I rested a hand on his head. I couldn’t sleep because I saw death every time I shut my eyes. I could barely keep my eyes open by morning, and Tim woke up. “No, Jason… Tell me you weren’t up all night,” Tim mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. I nodded, removed my glasses, and pressed my palms to my eyelids. “Jason, you didn’t have to—.”

“It’s not your fault… I couldn’t turn my brain off last night,” I explained, “I’m in my head… It’s not—. It’s okay. I’m glad you slept.” 

“Um… Is there—? Is Bruce gonna let you stay with me?” Tim questioned. 

I nodded. “I gotta talk to you about that… He wants us to move in with him until Jack comes out of the coma. I said we would,” I answered. Tim shook his head. 

“I can’t do that. You said you were suffocating there—.”“Tim, it’s okay. I can handle it… And he promised not to bother you while you’re there,” I reassured him. I wanted Tim to feel secure more than anything. I would’ve done anything for him. I knew what it felt like to lose my mother… Two times over. I refused to let him return to an empty house. The relief that washed over Tim’s face was enough for me to stomach our return to the manor.

[raisingcain7433]

Incorrect Quotes

Harry: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Valkyrie, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Valkyrie: I refuse to apologize for being weird or off-putting. That’s actually your problem. I’m having a fantastic time!

Harry: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!! Valkyrie: Harry- Valkyrie: It- it was just an ant-

Valkyrie: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy. Valkyrie: And my heart has been severely damaged, so Militsa, if you’re out there—

Harry: I wanna be a knight! Valkyrie, a knight: What the fuck do you want this shit for? I kill people, all right? Their blood is on my hands! Every night, when I go to sleep, I see their FUCKING faces staring at me! Their families weep, and I FEEL NOTHING! I’M DEAD INSIDE! Harry: Man, I want some of that in my life!

Valkyrie: Do you want some tea? Fletcher: What are the options? Valkyrie: Yes or no.

Harry: Do you feel any better? Valkyrie: I feel much better now that you here with me. Fletcher walks in Valkyrie: I feel half better.

Fletcher: I’m so excited! Valkyrie: We’re gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy… Fletcher: And have the biggest stomach aches ever! Valkyrie: Yeah!

Fletcher: What do you three have to say for yourself? Nefarian: Skulduggery: Valkyrie: Oops?

Valkyrie: What’s wrong? Harry: I have to write a whole paragraph for school. Valkyrie: That’s not so bad; I write entire books. Harry: Yeah, but this has to be good.

Nefarian: Dude, I will never forgive Craigslist for banning me after I wrote a post seeking a sworn nemesis. Whoever reported that is obviously my nemesis but I was so pissed.

Skulduggery: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation? Fletcher: All the time. Skulduggery: Then you should be used to it by now.

Harry: Last night I found out Valkyrie is a sleep talker. Skulduggery: Oh, really? Harry: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Nefarian: cooking Fletcher: kicks down door Fletcher: grabs knife from Nefarian's hand Fletcher: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR? Nefarian: Nefarian: What. Harry: He's trying to tell you he wants to cook.

Nefarian: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

Fletcher: How do Valkyrie and Harry usually get out of these messes? Skulduggery: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

Nefarian: Help! I’m drowning! Valkyrie: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Nefarian: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Skulduggery: Come on, you need to go to bed. Harry Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want. And that you need to die! Skulduggery: … Skulduggery: What the hell, Sirius—

Skulduggery: So what’s the plan? Harry: I don’t know. You’re smart, points at Valkyrie they’re mean, come up with something.

Skulduggery: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

Harry: So anyways have y'all seen Skulduggery? Valkyrie: I think they went in Nefarian's room 'studying'. Fletcher: Doubt that. I heard groans there. Meanwhile in Nefarian's room Skulduggery & Nefarian, fighting:

Harry, looking at a selfie of Valkyrie’s: I hate this photo. Valkyrie: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly. Harry: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something. Valkyrie: Up to kindness.

Nefarian: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Valkyrie: Stands in trash can. Skulduggery: Valkyrie, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!

Valkyrie: Nefarian always accuses me of having a favourite but that’s not true. Valkyrie: I love Harry and all the not-Harrys equally.

Skulduggery, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Fletcher: Nefarian, you need to react when people cry! Nefarian: I did. I rolled my eyes.

Nefarian, shooing Skulduggery away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Nefarian: It smells like henway in here. Skulduggery: Harry: Skulduggery. Harry, forcefully: Doesn't it smell like henway in here? Skulduggery: sigh Skulduggery: What's a henway? Nefarian: OH ABOUT TEN POUNDS!

Valkyrie: I think I need a hug… Fletcher: Good thing I'm hug shaped! 45 minutes later Valkyrie: You… you can let go now. Fletcher: No, I absolutely cannot.

Valkyrie: Fletcher won’t wake up, what do I do? Nefarian: Did you try kicking him? Valkyrie: Yes. Nefarian: I’m out of ideas.

[hellohimawarihana]

Yu-Gi-Oh Protagonist Transformations, ranked by me

I did say in this post that Yu-Gi-Oh is no stranger to transformation sequence, but the more you look at it, it's like that all series had this in some degree, so I decided to rank them from least appealing to the most mind-blowing. It was inspired to this post, by the way. Unlike the protagonists ending post before, I'll include Go Rush!! as well, but I'll only include those from the protagonists and their main anime, so no Capsule Monsters or special episodes like Bonds Beyond Time, or supporting characters in that matter.

We'll start with the series that stood out the least, which is...

8. ARC-V

Yes, it’s pretty unappealing even for me. The Awakened version (left) are just him surrounded with aura and his mutated Z-ARC (right) is… not on my book.

7. Original / Duel Monsters

I ranked DM version a bit higher than ARC-V for this list. Yes, it’s the first and longest Yu-Gi-Oh series and therefore it’s iconic but Yami Yugi a.k.a. Atem didn’t really change clothes outside of making a cape jacket from his host. It’s still good that he manages to split into two selves for his partner later in the story.

6. Duel Monsters GX

It’s like Yami Yugi and Awakened Yuya because he spent some time being possessed by Haou / Supreme King (right), but Judai does had a control of his powers after gaining that and Yubel’s (left) powers and abilities, after that he doesn’t actually transforms outside the eye changes so I can’t rank him higher.

5. SEVENS

From demonic look to Sentai hero... Though unlike other series (except number 4 that will be explained later) these came off as one-off forms as he only wears the costumes in one duel with the process akin to early Metal Heroes series. But his roll call of The Yugaman (right) is cool, by the way.

4. 5DS

While the usual preparation before Riding Duel is pretty cool, this part stands out among my brother's favorite Yu-Gi-Oh series. Yusei just turns gold for his ultimate Synchro Summon technique, but it’s still cool. There’s even non-Riding Duel version on his Duel Links portrait too.

3. Go Rush!!

This recently airing series has the protagonist surrounded by blue (sometimes green) aura to turn back into his real, alien form. But it’s just “casual *flash* battle form” so I can’t rank him too high. But I like how he keeps doing this before his own duel, even when he doesn’t use this stock footage anymore starting in Season 2. And he’s unique among the protagonists as he’s one of the two capable of transforming on his own without outside source.

2. ZEXAL

The concept is similar to DM and GX, only this time Yuma merges with Astral and can de-fuse anytime unlike the latter series. Dark ZEXAL (top right) isn’t in my book and just a palette swap between the first ZEXAL form (top left), which is my favorite. But the other ZEXAL forms (bottom) are awesome too, evolving through Yuma and Astral’s bond. I just wish that the other forms appeared in Duel Links as a skill and not just his first form. Normally, this will be all-time favorite for transformation fans for Yu-Gi-Oh, but he’s ranked here because...

Well, you know who will be my top pick:

1. VRAINS

While I grew up with DM series, my interest took at peak after seeing Yusaku’s transformation sequence when he logs into LINK VRAINS or any cyberworld. It’s cool and flashy, and I like the blue background, even though his Playmaker form has barely any blue on it. The pocket dimension where Yusaku transforms fits its technology theme too. I especially like the hair part, just look of his cool face! And he can transform by himself, just like Go Rush!! series!

The only downside is like Go Rush!!, he doesn’t do this stock footage anymore after Season 1 Episode 30, any login after that is just offscreen or the intro survives but he’s just do the login in blue flash of light, which is disappointing, he even lack the double henshin with Takeru! (his adventuring partner who has the same animation when he individually transforms) But I do like the fact that the world unlock scene in Duel Links has this transformation sequence, which is a nice callback for the first episode where Playmaker’s transformation was shown for the first time, especially for the players who had finished the anime since spoiler alert: Duel Links’s VRAINS World takes place after the end of the series.

See more of VRAINS' henshin here.

[meraki-yao]

Another anon but please, share the nicknames🥹 I want cute things after all the chaos it’s been created because of people projecting things

Here are a few cute/fun ones that I know of!

Note 1: I'm bilingual and I'll try my best to translate it but certain things get lost in translation, I'll add the original Chinese text if you want to look up Google Translate or something, and the reason for said nickname

Note 2: A thing in Chinese nicknames is adding the character 小 meaning small/little to the beginning or repeating the same character as a sign of affection, I don't know why that's a thing but it just... kind is and has been for forever

Note 3: They use the nicknames interchangeably between the boys and Firstprince, and this has something to do with how Chinese audiences view shipping, especially in queer media which is a topic I do not want to get into right now, it would be a fucking mess.

Alright now that that's out of the way!

Nick/Henry:

王子 Prince, self-explanatory

小藍 Little Blue, self-explanatory

小王子 Little Prince, self-explanatory

貓貓/小貓 Kitty, in East Asian Culture people assign the two people in a ship as a cat or a dog, they think he's a golden British shorthair

小肥鵝 ... Chubby Little Goose. Yes, it's weird af but it got popular after a reaction video repeatedly referred to Henry as that. Two reasons: 1, Henry/Nick with kiss-swollen lips, specifically in the Paris scene reminded them of a ... goose... for some reason...? 2, um, uh, so there is a common dish in Chinese cuisine called 燒鵝 Roasted goose, and the first character 燒 （shāo）is nearly homophonic with the character for .... horny/flirtatious 騷 (sāo)... so given that scene...yeah go figure. I've seen literal fan art and fan merch of Henry as a goose. It's weird but hilarious to me.

甜心 sweetheart, fairly self-explanatory although the actual meaning it carries is close to "babygirl"

寶寶 baby, as in literal child, in fact my mom calls me that

老婆 wife, um, China, or actually as far as I know East Asians tend to feminize the bottom of a queer relationship and they're oddly persistent on positions which... all I can say is it's a cultural difference thing that doesn't have any disrespectful or harmful intentions but yeah

公主 Princess, same as above

媽媽/媽咪 Mommy ... yeah I'm gonna leave that there

Taylor/Alex:

第一公子 First son (第一 means first, 公子(gōngzǐ) is the phrase referring to a gentleman in ancient Chinese, more specifically sons of noblemen, if you watch costume c dramas you probably hear it a lot) most of the time they just use 公子 though

小紅 Little Red, Self-explanatory

太陽花 Sunflower, a simile for his fucking eyelashes

狗狗/小狗 Puppy, same explanation as Kitty, in particular, they think he's a Berner Sennenhund

美狗魚 merpuppy, like a mermaid, but a puppy, mostly due to how fucking beautiful and handsome he looks in the lake scene

老公 husband, same explanation as wife, just the opposite/ complimentary

爸爸/爸比 Daddy, yeah not gonna elaborate on that one either

Chinese fandoms, or honestly, East Asian fandoms tend to be a toxic mess (think about how notoriously toxic the reputation of k pop stans are) which is why I prefer sticking to the Western side the vast majority of the times I'm in fandoms such as RWRB, but there are some beautiful things in the midst of the mess that I occasionally check out.

Anyways yeah! That's a list of nicknames this side of the world gave the boys! I honestly don't know if it's still fun after translation but I hope this was a bit of fun????

[pardi-real]

Butler's Halloween / Chapter 5 - Observe Carefully

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[Devil’s Palace, Backyard]

A few days before the costume party at the mansion...  I came to the backyard alone. Lucas, Haures, and Bastien were there.

> "I wonder what they are up to?"

Lucas: "Well then, Haures, Bastien. To prepare for the real party… Let's practice attending to guests, shall we?"

Haures: "Well… a practice sounds good, but…"

Bastien: "Why do we need to wear costumes?"

Lucas: "Fufu. That's because we're practicing for the real deal, of course. Say, if we practice in the same costume from now on, we won't fumble in the real thing, right?"

Haures: "I see. Yes, that may be true. Like this wing decoration on my back for example… If you don't get used to it, you might bump into someone."

Bastien: "So that's why… Understood. Again, I'm counting on you, Mr. Lucas."

Haures: "Thank you in advance, Mr. Lucas."

It seems that the three of them are going to start practicing attending to guests.

I was curious to see how they were doing, but I didn't want to disturb their practice... I decided to observe from a distance.

Haures: "Nevertheless… It's reassuring to know that Mr. Lucas will be teaching us."

Bastien: "Yeah. I have the impression that Mr. Lucas is always good at hospitality."

Lucas: "Fufu, thank you. I'm flattered, but it's nice to hear you say so ♪"

Bastien: "No, it's not flattery.

I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I can't imagine how you can carry on a conversation with all sorts of people...

I can't do that. I'm not proud of it, but I'm often called unsociable.

It may not be possible anytime soon, but… I'd like to be able to talk to other people as much as possible."

Lucas: "Ooh… That was unexpected coming from you, Bastien… Fufu. You've really grown up, haven't you?"

Haures: "He sure has. I want to learn from Bastien's attitude too. My hospitality skills are nothing compared to Lucas's…"

Bastien: "Is that so? From my point of view, I think you're doing a pretty good job…"

Haures: "No, that's not true. I think I talk a little too stiffly myself… and to top it off, I've always had a hard time talking to women I don't know."

Lucas: "Yes, yes ♪ It seems that both of you have done a good job on self-analysis.

I think that is a very good thing.

To overcome a weakness, it is important to look at yourself first. If you practice with that in mind.... I am sure you will do well on the real thing.

Well then...

Let's start practicing attending to guests, shall we? I'll play as a guest-...

*Close-up* Oh? The one over there…"

> "Huh?"

Lucas seems to have noticed me watching from a distance.

Lucas: "My lord. You are just in the right moment. If you don't mind… would you like to be our practice partner?"

> "Practice partner?"

Lucas: "Yes. We would like you to play as the guest ♪ Of course, only if the Lord is willing to…"

> "If you're fine with me, let me help"

Lucas: "Fufu ♪ Thank you very much, my lord."

Haures: "We appreciate it, my lord."

Bastien: "I am more motivated to practice now that I know the lord is watching us."

Lucas: "Yes, that's right. Now then, I will ask you two to treat the lord as if they were the guests. There is only one trick in attending to guests:

"Think about how you can please the other person". Keeping this in mind, you should act proactively."

Haures: "I see. It's important to take the initiative…"

Bastien: "But... How do you know what will please them?"

Lucas: "That's the thing. You have to "observe them carefully."

We can read a person's personality and preferences from the way they speak, their facial expressions, and so on.

What they are thinking, what mood they are in... things like that"

Bastien: "Hmm... Observe them and find out what they are thinking.... I see. It's kind of like fighting."

Haures: "Yeah… I guess you could say that."

Lucas: "Exactly ♪ So it shouldn't be too difficult. Both of you should be doing the same thing in battle all the time."

Bastien: "You're right…  I think I can do it, too. I can observe them and see what they are thinking… 

what their personality is like, what their tastes are…"

Bastien is staring into my eyes.

> "U-uhm…"

Bastien: "Hmm… Mr. Lucas. We have a problem."

Lucas: "Hm? What's wrong, Bastien?"

Bastien: "I've been observing the lord, as you asked, but… I know the lord well without having to observe them."

Haures: "Well, that's true. I already know the lord's personality and preferences as well."

> "I-I see…"

Lucas: "Fufu ♪ That's of course within my predictions. So I'm going to ask the lord… to do a little bit of acting."

> "Acting?"

Lucas: "Yes. I'm going to tell the lord about a simple setting in secret… Your goal is to be able to see through that setting and provide the best possible service for the guest."

Haures: "I see… Understood. I guess I should think of them as "a guest" rather than "my lord"."

Lucas: "That's right. Let's start with you, Bastien."

Bastien: "Yeah. I'm looking forward to work with you."

> "I wonder if I can play it well…"

Lucas: "Fufu, It's all right. It's just a simple scene. 

*Close-up* Well then, my lord. The first scene is...."

Lucas approached me and whispered in my ear.

Lucas: "Please do "a guest who is depressed because of a mistake." "

> "O-okay…"

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[blazehedgehog]

Why in your opinion do the humans have less of a body stigma compared to the anthropomorphic animals in Sonic? Notably, the developers elect that Sonic and his anthro animal friends should never have their gloves and shoes removed (not real animals ones like Flicky or Pocky), but Eggman does not have the same limitation so in the Olympics, his feet can be seen in some sports.

Because the animals aren't human. Seems pretty cut and dry to me. Also, when you remove literally the only piece of clothing they wear, it's not only like stripping them literally naked, it's removing some of the only markers of their whole identity.

A character like Sonic is actually an incredibly simple design when you consider what a modern character looks like nowadays.

Sonic is mostly a solid color, made out of simple shapes. He is all silhouette. Maintaining those visual shapes is key to what he looks like. The white gloves against the blue body, the bright red of the shoes denoting where the "bottom" of Sonic is, the triangles that represent Sonic's ears, all of it subconsciously helps you orient the character in your head.

If you took Marcus's gloves off, you might not even notice. Take Sonic's gloves off, and it will be the only thing you notice. This is why some people got so bent out of shape about Sonic's blue arms.

You mess with the way these colors mix and sit on top of each other and the whole thing breaks. That simplicity is a very delicate balance that must be maintained. He was designed to look an extremely specific way on purpose and he's not a person you can just throw a different jacket on.

This is also why for Smash Bros., the licensed characters often have so few alt costumes. It's not just Sonic, after all. Changing what Pac-man looks like isn't just a simple costume change.

When your house is built using only four bricks, changing or removing one of those bricks might spell disaster unless you go slowly and plan carefully.

Now you mentioned Eggman, and that Eggman doesn't have those limitations. He's still a cartoon character, just like Sonic, right? Yes, but Eggman also has a history of being a more complex design and much closer to humanoid in silhouette. He's also had a larger history of looking more different across interpretations, so there's more wiggle room to change his look compared to Sonic. Borrowing an image from Kotaku:

And, obviously, this isn't even all of Eggman's looks. Right from some of the earliest interpretations, there has been a history of portraying this guy having varying costumes and proportions. It's more a part of his identity.

But the longer Sonic is Sonic, the more set in stone his visual identity is. It's all about precedent and not changing what already works. That is how businesses operate. If it's making money, preserve that momentum as much as possible.

And, historically, Sonic is the immutable star, while Sega has always been a lot more willing to mess around with Eggman.