#I feel like I'm running straight at a brick wall

[thevoidstaredback]

It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?

Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.

Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.

"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.

Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.

Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.

"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"

Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"

The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."

Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"

Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"

Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."

"Billy."

"No last name?"

"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"

He had to give it to him. "Touché."

Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.

The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.

"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"

Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."

The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.

Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."

"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"

Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"

The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"

The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.

"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.

"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.

"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"

"Magic."

"I guessed that much."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Will you teach me?"

"No."

"You didn't even think about it!"

"Okay," He paused. "No."

"Not fair." he pouted.

Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."

Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"

Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."

"Why not!"

"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."

"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.

Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."

Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"

The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.

"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."

Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."

"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"

Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"

He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."

Part 2 Part 4

(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)

Tag list: @zaiothe4th

#dp dc crossover #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc comics #dcu #dc #billy batson #shazam #ghost king danny #magic #coffee #cafe #I don't drink coffee #I don't even go to cafes #Idk if that's how it works #it is now #in this economy? #Hopefully #protection sigil #I made that up on the spot with very little research #If anyone draws it please tag me #Do we like where this is going? #part 3 #Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

[cordeliawhohung]

i was wondering if i might be able to put in a request, if possible? simon riley mafia/guard dog vibes? i can absolutely expand with more ideas on that too if you’d like but just overall those vibes are amazing and your mafia works are immaculate ♡ ♡ ♡

sorry this took forever work was killing me lmao. but vibes are perfect! gives me a bit more freedom in writing. hope you enjoy (and thanks for getting me to write more mafia!au stuff lmfao) (:

mafia!141 masterlist

cw: violence, simon beats the fuck outta someone, crude comments, slight in limbo spoilers/foreshadowing but only if you squint? terrible cliches but oh well

It wasn't your first time seeing the glint of a knife in dark light, but it was your first time having a blade brandished at you in a threat.

Really, this was all your fault. Innocent intentions of wanting to bring your boyfriend some takeout from work was what got you caught in that mess, and had you been better at following instructions you would have been inside. Instead, you botched the directions to the VIP section the bouncer up front had given you, leading you into a trap straight out of a horror movie.

You had hardly gotten the chance to round the corner before this man, some wanna-be mugger, slapped your to-go box out of your hand. Still warm and fresh steak, along with a ridiculous amount of chips, flopped out of the container and onto the ground just as you felt your back collide with the wall next to you. Brick wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to have shoved against your spine, but it certainly beat the wicked curve of the knife that was used to threaten you.

Everything in you urged you to run away, to scream, to fight, to do something, and yet all you could do was stand there like a deer in headlights. The only thing you could focus on was the man's eyes, and how he glared at you so sharply you were certain he could kill you with his gaze alone. He pointed the knife closer to you with his other hand outstretched, waiting for it to be filled.

"Are you fucking deaf?" the man snarled. "I told you to hand over your shit."

Those were the first words that fully registered in your brain, and you couldn't get your voice to cooperate. Your hands raised in an attempt to put some more distance between you and your assailant, yet that seemed to do nothing but only aggravate him further.

"Do you think I'm fucking around? I'll kill you and take it off your damn body if that's what you want," he urged further.

"I don't... I don't have anything."

Those were the first words you were able to stutter out, and you hated that it was the truth. There was nothing on you worth taking; no cash or card, not even any expensive jewelry. Worst of all, you didn't feel scared. A terrible numbness settled over you as your eyes stayed locked onto the blade that threatened to embed itself into your body, and all you could think about was that you hoped it didn't hurt when you died.

"You bitch, don't fucking lie to me. I don't have time to-"

That wretched man never got the chance to finish his words before a metal clinking cut him off, followed quickly by a crunch. The pure silence that followed was then interrupted by a piercing, guttural scream, and it was only then that your mind was able to make sense of the events that took place in front of you.

Simon, your big, beautiful bastard of a boyfriend, found you. How, you weren't quite sure, but you were thankful nonetheless. Most of what took place happened too fast for your brain to fully comprehend it, but you were able to figure out that the knife was no longer in the mans hands, and in fact, his hand no long seemed fit to hold anything at all. Several of his fingers twisted inhumanly, sitting at awkward angles that you knew no fingers could naturally position themselves. He gripped his wrist with his uninjured hand as if he could choke off the pain, but all he could do was sniffle and grovel.

"Watch your choice of words when you're talkin' to her, yeah?" Simon warned.

His huge frame slipped behind the man as he grabbed a hold of the back of his neck where he pushed him to the ground. His knees collided with the cement ground with a sound so sickening you could nearly feel the pain he felt. Even then, Simon didn't let the mugger off easy. His hand slipped into the mans short hair where he yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at you.

"Apologize," Simon demanded.

For a moment, the man couldn't get any words out. It was as if your positions had switched too violently for him to get his brain to work properly, but after a not-so-gentle nudge from Simon, his thoughts seemed to sort themselves. He sniffled as pained tears welled in his eyes, and you hated yourself for almost feeling bad for him.

"I'm sorry," the man sputtered out.

Despite the pain in his voice, it wasn't enough for Simon.

"Sorry for what?" he urged, grip in his hair only growing more forceful.

"Sorry for... for hurting you, I'm sorry," he winced.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are," Simon grumbled.

With a final shove, the man fell forward onto his good hand, nearly missing the now ruined steak and chips that was supposed to be Simon's dinner that night.

"C'mon, sweetheart," Simon urged, bringing your attention away from the crumpled mess of a man in front of you. "Let's clean up."

You didn't start crying until you realized Simon had been hurt. With clothes darker than night itself, his blood had blended all too well into his shirt, obscuring the cut he had gotten on his side. The only thing that had calmed you down was him bringing you into a private bathroom and letting you sit on the counter as he cleaned himself up. Seeing him hurt wasn't something you ever wanted to witness. Really, you never thought a man like Simon Riley could get hurt. Yet seeing the minor cut he had gotten compared to the major wound you would have endured was enough to quell your worries and halt your tears.

"How did you know where I was?" you asked.

Your legs didn't quite reach the floor as the counter was higher than most average bathrooms. You swung your feet as you watched Simon clean his cut with careful eyes. It wasn't deep, thank goodness, though it took him more gauze than imagined to stop the blood flow.

"One of the guys called up saying you were headed through the VIP entrance, and I came down to meet you. When I realized you weren't there, I knew somethin' was wrong. Besides, the cunt's demands weren't quiet," he explained.

Any other time, you would have been flustered being in such a situation with Simon. Behind closed doors in a bathroom of a club together would have already been nerve wracking enough, and the fact he had shredded his shirt was cause for you to be more abashed. But in that moment, you couldn't help but be eternally grateful he had been there, even if he had shattered a man's hand over it.

"I see why John has you hired as a bouncer," you admitted humorously. "I've never seen anyone... dispatch another person like that."

Simon's dark eyes flickered up to you as he finished bandaging his wound, and he moved to the sink to quickly clean his hands of the blood. Once he was clean, he moved in front of you where he stood between your legs, though not at all sexually. His hands came to rest against your side where he gave you a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

"I'd do anythin' for you," he said.

You wanted to explode into monologue. Wanted to tell him that he shouldn't be so willing to do things for you, even if he was capable of it. There were a million reasons why you didn't deserve him, why he shouldn't try and protect someone already damned, yet you couldn't get yourself to speak them.

Noting your silence, Simon pressed a caring kiss against your forehead before pulling away and snatching his ruined shirt off the counter.

"C'mon," Simon urged as he put the soiled clothing on.

Intrigued, you hopped off the counter. "Where are we going."

"To get dinner," he replied. "Bastard ruined my meal, and your night. Figured we could make somthin' back at my place."

The smallest of smiles graced your lips as Simon straightened himself out in the mirror, and when he looked at you again, he nearly smiled, too. You quickly wiped at your eyes as you silently prayed they weren't too swollen, and then with some sort of bravery you didn't know you had, you reached for the sleeve of his shirt with a quiet chuckle.

"I'd like that."

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mafia!ghost #mafia!simon #f!reader

[werewolf-witchboy]

Rodrick Heffley X male reader

You and Rodrick are both emo, dumb, and queer. 💀

This is shorter than what I usually post.

Also, for some reason every time I typed "Rodrick" it always autocorrected to "Rodriguez" lmfao. I tried fixing it every time it did that, so hopefully there aren't any leftover "Rodriguez's" that I didn't catch.

You can't help but find it funny that Rodrick's mom busted him for having a porno mag, you teased him about it for weeks.

However, what you've just found in Rodrick's closet was a lot harder to tease him about. You didn't even think you should mention that you found it, you debated on keeping it a secret forever.

Rodrick had asked you to run up to his room to grab another pair of drumsticks for him, which he said was in his closet.

The drumsticks were nowhere to be found, so you had to dig around a little. Instead you found another porno magazine- which wouldn't have even phased you honestly, only what shocked you is that it's a gay porno magazine.

Rodrick was the type to make jokes about himself being into dudes, but you didn't actually think he was. After all, he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Plainview at the beginning of your Freshmen year.

You've both been through so much together; struggling through all 4 years of highschool as the wild emo outcasts, graduating, and forming the Löaded Diaper! You've even come out to him and told him you like guys, so you didn't think he'd keep something like that from you.

Maybe it's not that big of a deal. He probably didn't even know he had a gay porno mag amongst all of his junk. For all you know, it could have been one of yours that you left at his place.

Then again...why would you bring one of your own porno's to someone else's house?

You must have been taking forever getting the drum sticks that you originally came for, because minutes later Rodrick came through the door.

"You find em'? I know my closet is a mess, but-" Rodrick froze when you bravely showcased the magazine instead of a pair of drumsticks.

"Let me guess...this isn't yours?" You teased, mocking what he told his mom about the other magazine.

Rodrick stood up straight and cleared his throat, then strode over to snatch your find away.

"It is mine. Not like you should be surprised."

Well now your brain is malfunctioning.

"Um I am a little surprised, considering my best friend never told me he also likes dudes!" You try not to sound hurt, but it was kind of hard to hide your frustration considering you told him everything.

Rodrick legitimately looked dumbfounded and you tried not to laugh through your pout.

"What do you think I mean whenever I say shit like 'Kellin Quinn is my dream guy' and 'I'd kiss you if you'd let me'?!"

Your eyeliner smudged eyes are probably buldgeing out of your head right now.

"Um...I thought they were jokes?" Even as those words are coming out of your mouth you felt kinda stupid. For as long as you've known Rodrick, he's always said stuff like that.

Anyone also knows that Rodrick is never subtle when it comes to flirting, so you should have probably known that all of the random pickup lines he's used on you were most likely serious.

Rodrick's mouth hung open. "So you're telling me that I've basically just been hitting on a brick wall for 5 years?"

"i'M sOrRy! You know I have low self esteem! Whenever people like me I never notice because I don't think people will ever like me!!" Words all blended together as you spoke in a fast panicked pace.

Rodrick quite literally facepalmed.

You're lucky your obliviousness is cute or else he'd pumble you for talking down about yourself.

"I don't even know what to say right now." Rodrick was lost for words.

You awkwardly fiddled with your fingers, still sitting on the floor of his room in front of the closet. "If it means anything, I've had a crush on you for almost as long as I've known you." You puffed your cheeks out, feeling them becoming warm, probably turning pink.

Rodrick choked on his own spit. "iF IT MEANS ANYTHING TO ME???? HELL YES IT DOES!! How the heck you have a crush on me of all people?!" You looked down at the floor, kinda shocked that he doesn't understand why you'd like him.

"You're literally a hot emo boy who wasn't mean to me when I moved here. I had nothing before I met you, and you took me on so many adventures and showed me so many new things. I'm glad I met you, and it was hard not to fall for you."

It felt like you ranted a little too much, probably spilled a little to much and made yourself seem like a bit of a lonely loser without Rodrick.

You got a little scared when he wasn't saying anything. Your gaze lifted from the floor to meet his calculating expression.

His reply was simply just "can we makeout?"

aNd oF cOuRse yOu sAid yEs, and he tripped over his own shoes when tried to tackle you on the floor. The two of you ended up tangled together in a heated makout session that felt so satisfying after pining over each other for 5 damn years. You're both so stupid I stfg lol.

#diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick #rodrick heffley #x reader #x male reader #male reader #sfw #mlm #rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x male reader #rodrick rules

[genericpuff]

What are your thoughts on LO Krokos and LO Ampelus (Psyche) ?

These two male mythological figures, who had a gay relationship with gods, turned into female characters ! If they weren't included (especially since Dionysus is still a baby here), I wouldn't mind. But just using those names like that TWICE is strange, right ?

It's also weird how LO turns two virgin goddesses into lesbians, but don't even implement the canon gay relationships.

Can you find an explanation?

I mean I can't really offer an explanation because obviously I have no way of really seeing into Rachel's head, but it's definitely a choice that she's taken so many gods and characters from Greek myth and turned them into something else entirely, it feels very random and, in the case of the gods who were canonically gay/queer/etc. ... it's hard to ignore and give benefit of the doubt.

Another example is Persephone's therapist, Chiron, who's not just gender bent, but also put into the role of being a therapist ?? Which is like, okay, fine, but like... what is this accomplishing besides vaguely referencing Chiron's affiliation with medicine LOL

(this wound up turning into a bit of an essay so I'm including a jump to make it easier for scrollers lol)

To me, it just feels like it really cements Rachel as not being as well-read in Greek myth as she claims to be, because so much of the actual Greek myth in this comic is either taken directly from first results on Google (see: Zeus' definition of xenia which is taken straight from a Princeton study guide from 2004) and slapped haphazardly into the comic where it's convenient, OR it's just vaguely referenced at even if it's not being properly utilized (like she saw 'Chiron, wise centaur' and went "yeah cool she can be the therapist character!"). I have zero explanation or even assumption as to why she'd turn Crocus, a male lover of Hermes, into Krokos the flower nymph, or why she'd choose to use Ampelus as the name Psyche adopts after being turned into a nymph (which also didn't happen in the original myth). These are "creative choices" that come across as less creative and more just random attempts to make her seem smart.

Like, to a surface level reader or someone who's new to the series, it might seem neat and subversive (it definitely did to me back when I started reading and fell in love with it), but then you actually get further in and peel back the layers and go, "wait, she's just grabbing Greek names that are affiliated with real Greek heroes and gods and characters at random-" and it gets especially ick when it commits queer erasure in the process.

Don't get me wrong, I think having fun with character designs and swapping them or changing them up is perfectly fine, that's the fun of re-interpreting old stories, it's not that on its own that's the issue. It's just that these re-interpreted characters have literally NOTHING to do with the characters that she's basing them on. At least in Punderworld where Charon is a woman, she's still a psychopomp who ferries souls to the Underworld, her being gender-bent doesn't change much because her character and role in the story is still largely the same. Or like in Hadestown how the Underworld is more of a coalmine with Hades running it as a business, instead of the River Styx being a literal river it's a brick wall that protects the Underworld from outsiders ("and they call it freedom"). In both of these examples, they're taking the source material and making it fun and new, while still respecting the source material they're taking it from and keeping it on theme with that source material.

By comparison, Rachel just creates these character references and that's where it ends, they're just references and they don't do anything new or interesting with them, they're not even adjacent to what they're referencing. So we wind up with Chiron being a therapist, Ampelus being the nymph version of Psyche, the Fates looking and acting the exact same as each other even though they had different roles to play between Past, Present, and Future, and Aphrodite's children who... are literally made up from scratch, instead of pulling from the actual real children that Aphrodite had loads of in the original myths.

So many of Rachel's writing choices feel like attempts to be "subversive" when they're not, they're just random. Nothing about the things she changes from the original source material does anything to further explore that source material, it's just yoinking things at random to try and seem more Greek while also further separating her work from legitimate Greek culture. Even when you THINK something is about to be retold in an interesting way, it's very promptly either swept under the rug or veered off in a whole other direction that makes zero sense for what it set up (ex. Echo, what the fuck happened to Echo-)

It's very "ideas first, structure never" writing, she comes up with standalone ideas that sound good in isolation, until she actually tries to execute them and connect them and you realize they have no through line or reason to exist the way they do. It's giving real hard "first draft" vibes, so much of what Rachel chose to do should have been left on the cutting room floor (meanwhile the things that supposedly did get left on the cutting room floor SHOULD HAVE BEEN KEPT IN THE COMIC, ex. Hera's coat prophecy, Hades and Persephone having a date in the Underworld where she decides she might want to go into law, etc.)

Ugh. This got longer than I intended it to. It's just frustrating. I have inspiration to write that essay about queer erasure in LO now, at least. So yeah, hold on tight for that one LMAO

#ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus

[valiantphantomangel]

The Party

You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.

Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.

The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.

But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.

"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.

"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.

You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.

Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.

"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.

"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.

You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.

"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.

Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.

You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.

He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.

"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.

"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.

"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.

You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.

"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.

"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.

"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.

It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.

"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.

"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.

"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!

"And what is it?"

"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.

Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.

"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.

You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.

"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.

"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.

Honestly it was better then any party could be.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #request #tickle punishment #steve rogers #ler!bucky #ler!steve #ler!loki #loki god of mischief #party #sneaking out

[scvrmqueen]

Oooooo your requests are open <: I was wondering, how do you think Danny would react to another killer going after reader? Like, in a scenario where another killer has reader cornered?

Hi @mamamemequeen, thank you so much for your request! I love this idea! I hope this is okay!  ♡ 

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Headcanons & one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Danny Johnson x reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Blood, gore, stalking, Danny being Danny

Danny is possessive - when he chooses a victim, he is all in.

This man literally spends weeks stalking you. That's weeks of hiding in the shadows learning your routine, taking detailed notes of the layout of your apartment, and crafting the perfect demise.

Not to mention, his sleep schedule is decimated thanks to you. Every waking hour that he isn't running around playing 'Jed Olsen' he's watching you. His pretty little muse.

So, you can imagine that he isn't pleased to find another killer taking up your time. I mean, what are the chances? He's almost a little jealous.

Danny may be calculated when it comes to the hunt, but he is a petulant child when his plans are altered.

Anyone who tries to hurt you has a major death wish. Danny won't let some amateur take what's his.

After all, you're his obsession.

The night had devolved into a fit of madness quicker than you could comprehend. One moment you were leaving work, the humid Florida air clinging to your skin. The next, you were pressed against the rough brick of a secluded alley - a steel blade digging into your neck. Rancid breath enveloped your senses, a demented chuckle escaping the lips hovering above your own.

"No one's gonna hear you scream," the man said, his free hand gliding up the exposed flesh of your thigh. Tears stained your flushed cheeks with the realization of your impending demise. The knife parted from your neck, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he raised it high above you, prepared to feel it slice through your flesh.

But the killing blow never came.

Something warm and wet splattered against your face, your eyes flying open in shock. The man's lifeless gaze greeted you, a knife protruding straight through his neck. The blade was ripped away, his corpse tossed away by the firm grasp of your savior.

Perhaps savior was too generous.

Standing before you was a figure shrouded in black, his face concealed by a theatric white mask. A strained gasp escaped your lips as you recalled the headline in the morning paper depicting the same plastic scream.

"Ghost face," you whispered in disbelief. What were the chances that you escaped the clutches of one demented psychopath only to be thrown to another?

"Very good, bunny," he commended with a mocking lilt. You recognized that alluring voice from the phone calls you had received earlier in the week. "You look so pretty covered in blood."

He stepped forward, his lithe figure towering above you as you attempted to press yourself further against the wall. You whimpered as he leaned down, his knife staining the curves of your jaw crimson.

"You're going to kill me," your voice trembled. Though intended as a question, you were far too aware of the Ghost Face's reputation to suspect an alterative outcome.

"Oh, of course I'm going to kill you doll face," the blade rested under your chin, forcing you to gaze into the black abyss encompassing his eyes. "But not yet. See, our fun has only just started. I just had to make sure no one else took what was mine."

#ghostface dbd #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen x you #slasher fic #slasher headcanons #slasher x you #slasher x reader #writing requests

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi there! I don’t know if you write poly Sinclair or not but if you do could I get a poly Sinclair x reader (female or gender neutral is fine) where the reader gets really mad at someone for not understanding what they want despite how many times they explain and so the boys comfort her/them and calm them down?

I’m getting really frustrated with my counselor for basically ignoring what I’m saying to the point where I want to scream and cry and I just really need some x reader comfort right now lol, but no pressure of course! Sorry if this is over stepping anything! Have a lovely day/night!

pairing: poly!sinclair x gn!reader

summary: when you get back from a difficult counsellor appointment, the sinclairs try to offer you some comfort

warnings: minor injury detail, blood

a/n: this isn't overstepping at all, i'm happy to write this for you! thank you so much for requesting, sorry it took a while, and i hope you enjoy! <3

also, sorry to hear your counsellor's being so difficult, i know the feeling when people don't listen to you. if you ever need to talk, my dms are always open :)

word count: 905

You were so frustrated you felt like you were about to explode as you walked through the front door of the house, Bo lounging about on the couch, Vincent clearly elsewhere.

It didn't take Bo long to notice something was up, as he stood up from the couch, proceeding to follow you into the kitchen. "The hell's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." You muttered, getting a glass of water as Bo stood beside you, leaning against the counter.

You'd just come back from a counselling session, and they hadn't listened to a word you'd said. You might as well have been talking to a brick wall.

"Well I think we both know that's bullshit, sweetheart." Bo argued, watching you as you leaned over the sink. "So what's the matter with you?"

"It doesn't matter."

Before Bo could say anything else, the front door swung open, Lester walking in with Jonesy happily circling his feet.

He was covered in dirt and smelled like wet dog as he walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. He didn't even register you and Bo at first, as he sat down at the table with a bottle of orange juice, gulping it down like his life depended on it.

But once he finally acknowledged you both, he became mildly concerned by the agitated look on Bo's face. "You alright, (y/n)?"

"Fine." You answered, turning from the sink, only to crash into Vincent, the glass in your hand falling to the floor.

And that was the final straw, the thing to completely shatter the wall you had put up.

Tears burned your eyes as you bent down to start picking up the broken glass, and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell at everyone in the room right now.

But all you could do was try desperately to hold back tears as you focused on picking up the glass.

Vincent was soon kneeling in front of you, attempting to help with the cleanup, but if you were being honest, you just wanted to be left alone right now.

All your frustration was bubbling up inside of you now, and you were worried you'd end up taking it out on the brothers, which would've been awful considering they'd done nothing wrong.

You picked up another piece of glass, adding it to the small pile you were creating in the palm of your hand, desperately trying to block everybody out as you did.

But the second Bo's hands came over yours, you were unable to keep yourself calm, turning and shoving him away from you, forgetting about the broken glass that was now enclosed in your fist.

You winced when you felt the glass pierce your skin, warm blood beginning to run across the palm of your hand.

Bo immediately spotted the blood seeping through your fingers, urging you to drop the glass as you opened your hand.

You practically stayed there in silence as Bo helped you up off the floor, instructing Vincent to go and get the first aid kit, telling Lester to clean up the mess.

"And make sure you keep the damn dog away from it. We don't want no more injuries around here." He'd added, as he guided you into the living room, sitting you down on the couch and kneeling in front of you, his hands still cradling your injured one.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" He finally asked you, concern in his eyes as he looked up at you.

Silent tears were staining your cheeks as you looked at him, all the pent up emotion finally spilling out of you.

You eventually offered him a brief explanation, to which he was surprisingly understanding.

"Alright, well let's take care of that hand and we can all relax, okay?" He told you.

You gave him a quiet nod, just as Vincent returned with the first aid kit.

He quickly looked you over, his rough hands carefully wrapped around your own as he inspected the injury. And he concluded that it wasn't serious, deciding to simply clean it up and wrap it.

Once he was finished, Bo joined you on the couch, Vincent coming to sit on the other side of you. And you were even more shocked when Bo handed you the remote, considering he never let anybody touch the remote.

A few moments passed and Lester finally arrived in the living room, carrying a slightly stained mug in his hands.

"Thought I'd make you some herbal tea." He smiled, handing you the cup. "Heard it's good for stress and stuff."

You offered him a small smile, before taking a sip of the tea. And it took everything in you not to visibly cringe from the taste. It was fucking digusting, but you still appreciated the gesture.

Lester then joined you all on the couch, his eyes never leaving you as he watched you sipping the tea.

To be completely honest, Bo and Vincent couldn't stop their gaze from wandering to you either. They all just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You meant so much to them, and despite their callous lifestyle, they couldn't bear to see you hurting.

But as you sat with them in front of the TV, a cheesy romance movie playing on the screen, you found that you were at peace. Being here, with your boys, you were home. And you wouldn't want it any other way.

[Main Masterlist]

#the sinclairs #poly!sinclair x reader #the sinclairs x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slashers x reader

[ceruleanangel]

Diamond of Zaun- Chapter 3

Pairings: Vi x Reader, Silco x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: Drug Use, Angsty Angst

a/n: Hey guys! had to take a bit of a break cuz scholarship essays were due 🙃 but I'm back! you'll get a little glimpse of what I meant by may be more later, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two

You awake to a searing pain in your head. The pain travels through all of your limbs, burning like the fires that surround you. Your eyes slowly open, taking in the ash and rubble that blur and crowd your vision. 

“Vi?...” you mean to shout it, but it comes out of your throat, a hoarse whisper. As you sit up, a chill runs through your body. The building around you is crumbling. You hear a shift in the foundation, looking up, you roll away seconds before a piece of concrete would have smashed you into the ground. You stagger to your feet, limping away from the structure, watching as more of the upper floors collapse. You feel a dull throb in your head, placing your hand to it, you see crimson coat your fingers.

“Vi?...Mylo?...Claggor!...” Your screams become more desperate as you lethargically claw at the rock, digging, searching for anyone, until your fingertips bled. 

You collapse in a heap, tears running down your cheeks, sobs painfully forcing their way out of your throat. The sun casts a vermillion shadow over your face, reflecting the pools of blood all around, bathing the new day in the carnage that took place in the one before. 

You were too late.

Ekko had come running to you as you were about to step on the train to Topside.

Your bag was left sitting on the platform, along with your letter of acceptance, as you were already halfway to the abandoned building. You arrived only to be blown away by a blue explosion.

 All you could see was a twinkle in the smoke before you slammed into the brick and it all went black.

You were too late.

“Y/n?”

You turned to be bombarded by a small boy with white hair. Your hands quickly held him tightly in your arms. 

“Are they..?” Ekko started. You glimpsed at the building, still burning, most walls broken down, exposing the debris inside to the morning light. “They’re…they’re gone,” You whispered, cradling his head with one hand. You felt Ekko's arms tighten around you, feeling your shirt grow wet beneath his eyes. You thought of Vi, probably crushed, burning amongst the rubble.

I’ll protect you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding your tears back. You pulled little man closer, swearing to yourself, and Vi,

“I’ll protect you.”

…

You brushed down your skirt and checked your face once more in your hand mirror, glancing up at the sign above the building. You entered, brushing leafy vines out of your path, passing masked and unmasked patrons lounging about the couches and carpets, their eyes and hands wandering… You continue brushing past a draped door to the front desk, to a woman taking a drag on a pipe.

“I want a job.”

Current Time

You fumble to unlock the back door to The Last Drop, shaking in anger. How dare she say that I don’t care anymore!? Where has she even been?... If she wasn’t dead, then …where?

You walk through the door, leaning back and slamming it closed. You take a breath, your hand going up to cradle your temples. 

“You sure are out late…”

Your head whips up to the almost empty bar, eyes widening. A man sits, back straight as he takes a sip of a glass of whisky. He turns, his heterochromatic eyes boring into yours before moving down and scanning the rest of your body.

You quickly relax your tensed shoulders and force a small smile onto your lips, quickly crafting a lie you hope he’ll take, “Just taking a look at my new billboard, it looks especially bright at night.” You walk towards the bar, taking a seat next to the man. “What has you up so late,…Silco?” The man stares into his glass before setting it before you. You take the cue and take a small sip from the glass, letting it burn its way down your throat.

“I hear there's word of a pink-haired girl in the Lanes.”

You choke on the liquid, setting the glass down with a thud. You feel his hand calmly patting your back as you struggle to intake air. Once your breathing steadies you turn towards him feigning ignorance, “You don’t think it’s…” You cast your eyes down at the wood of the bar, “ We both know she died that night…” You do your best to sound convincing despite the pounding in your chest, that you hope he doesn’t hear. Silco studies your face, his hand coming up to turn your chin to face him. He moves to cup your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

 “I know that she’s dead, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…We both know the effect she had on you,” He pauses, glimpsing from one of your eyes to the other, “No one likes shadows of their past showing up to haunt them…” You resist the urge to hold your breath, keeping it even as his hand slides up to touch his gifted flower in your hair. His hand moves down your cheek, stroking the column of your neck, pausing on your shoulder, “Stay in tonight,” He stands, slipping a strand of hair behind your ear. He turns away and steps toward the stairway, halting on the first step,

“Shadows tend to make their way out at night.” 

…

You stared into your dressing room mirror, the bright saturation of the flower standing out among the locks of your hair. You carefully remove it and gently place it back into the vase, making sure it connects to the water.

 Threading a black mask around your ears, you fix it to cover the bottom half of your face. The green bills feel rough in your hands as you count through them, making sure it’s all there before stashing the wad in your pocket, and slipping out the window. You walk through the neon lights and the old buildings, making your way to the oasis within the dust, but something catches your attention. You look down from the bridge you currently stand on, catching a glimpse of a pink-haired girl, limping, and a blue-haired one trying to support her. 

Vi?

Yet again, you’re filled with questions, all of them having something to do with this pink-haired girl. Intrigued, you jump over the edge of the bridge, sliding down a rooftop. You run past walls of rock before glimpsing down into the pit below,

 Why would they go…here?

 You take a few steps back before running forward, jumping to grab a hold of a metal pole, gliding down to the ground. It’s dark, but you know not to shine a light, some things want to stay hidden. Swiftly walking past all the groans and reaching the hands of the beings that surround you, you finally glimpse a hooded figure, standing upright unlike all the others. You even spot a bit of blue peeking out from underneath the fabric. 

You walk up behind her, softly placing a hand on her shoulder. She immediately whips around, her gun pointed and ready. The sudden motion knocks you off your balance and sends you falling to the ground. 

“Easy, easy! You make a display of showing your empty hands before lowering one to remove the mask from your face. “It’s just me…” Her eyes widened, recognizing you from earlier, before shoving the gun closer to your face.

“Why are you here?” she questions, furrowing her eyebrows. You glimpse the building behind her, the building that harbored so many memories. Your eyes turn back to her, “I saw Vi limping… is she okay?” The girl frowns deeper, weighing the pros and cons of trusting you,

 “She’s been stabbed…she needs a doctor" she states sternly, lowering her gun. Your eyes widen, racking your brain of how you can fix a stab wound down here. A more grim solution is the only remedy you might be able to get in time. 

“There’s no doctor,” you cringe, “ But there may be something else.” You motion for her to follow you, making your way to a stand covered by metal bars. Your fingers reach out, causing melodic chimes before an inner door slams open. 

“Ailment?” You confer with the apothecary, trading before a magenta-colored potion is set on the ledge in front of you. Taking it, the blue-haired girl turns to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Thank you…truly,” You look towards her hand giving a brief nod. She takes her hand back nervously.

“It’s Caitlyn, by the way.” You’re only half listening to her words, your attention turning again towards the dilapidated structure that Vi currently resides in. Caitlyn notices and takes a few steps, gesturing for you to follow, “You should come along, Vi would like to see a familiar face.” You shake your head, looking toward the ground, a pained smile making its way onto your face. “Vi’s seen enough of me, she only wants to see her sister,” Caitlyn pauses, her face covered with confusion. 

“You can’t seriously think that can you?” your eyes raise to meet hers, your face mirroring her puzzled expression. “The second she heard you were at The Last Drop she came running for you. 

She was looking for …you? 

Caitlyn turns and makes her way back to the hut, yet again emotions run through you, anger, sadness, fear, fear of rejection, causing you to step back on one foot, feeling the need to run away. But the same words bubble up to the surface of your mind, 

“I’ll protect you.”

And yet again you feel yourself running to see the same pink-haired girl another time. 

Chapter Four Coming Soon...

#fem! reader #thediamondofzaun #vi arcane #vi x reader #caitvi #caitvi x reader #silco x reader #arcane silco #arcane x reader

[buzzkillers]

Fables and Parables 2/5

Pairing: Namor x Black!Reader

Chapter Summary: you begin to feel the affects of the curse.

Warning: NON-CON, religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.

PART ONE

It rained the next day. 

It's so bad that you're forced to braid your hair. The gel wasn't working and the frays of your edges curled underneath the humidity.

Lucky you, but that's not where your bad day ended, of course not. 

The storm had forced you all inside, the rain battering against the very thin walls of the hostel. All plans for exploration were delayed. Quickly, your discomfort turned into irritation and then your period started. Of course it did. Thankfully, there was no blood yet but it was the beginning of it. You could feel it in the twist of your gut, the odd ache in your pelvis. It's so subtle that it could’ve passed a stomach ache

But you've never felt your stomach twist like this before. Like there was a needle in your guts that pulled and twisted.

 So yeah, you were on your period and the weather was shit and you were starving. But you didn’t mind, you really didn't. Until then it rained the next day and the day after that and you never bled. 

“It’s global warming,” your roommate whispered, her face still shoved into her book. 'Art and Society of Mayan culture ' it read, the bind of it worn and dirty. 

You relaxed in your own bed. Your leg splayed off the edge.“-just think about it,”

“I'm thinking about it,” You lied. Because you’ve actually been reading the same  ‘Wikipedia’ page for the last five minutes and you were afraid that if you moved a muscle, something just might burst. 

The other didn’t know this though. How could she? So she rolled her eyes, lips pinched. “Im serious,” 

“I mean it's May—May," she turned a page, "We're supposed to be touring temples but instead we're-" she looked over at you and then winced. "-I actually don't know what you're doing," 

"Waiting for this bootleg ibuprofen to kick in," you muttered, your phone now fallen asleep. You took a strangled breath. 

"I don't think it's working," 

“Are you sure you don't want tea?” she asked cause she was nice and didn’t know that every word she spoke made you want to bite bricks. You shoved your head into the pillow and tried to suffocate yourself. “Nah, rather vomit,” Last night, you only had one cup and instantly spat it out. You’d rather stick to sink water. 

“I think I'm just gonna die here,” you groaned, ‘cause it would just be your luck really. Then you curled into a ball, your arms wrapped around your knees. The position only made it worse.  Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes. 

The woman sucked her teeth, “Right, die in a run down hostel, in the middle of nowhere, that's not inconsiderate,”

“Kindly fuck off,”

“To get tea? Yeah I'm suddenly in the mood,” you shot the woman a glare, and suddenly it's her that's ignoring you. The look on her face smug as she jumped into some trousers and walked out the door. 

You took the moment to look out the window. It faced the front streets, above all the pop shops and grocery bags. Below you, people ran to get away from the onslaught. No one wanted to drive today, clearly. People bustled in the streets, business men went home and school children ran with their bags over their heads. Anything to get out of the rain. 

Except one, a lone figure at the edge of the sidewalk, who stood straight, unaffected. He did not wear an umbrella or a raincoat for that matter. Instead, his shelter was the leaves of the sidewalk trees. It flicked and fettered over him, it also did a shit poor job of actually keeping him dry. He looked at your Hostel. Unmoving. In your delusion, he was also blue, he looked very very blue.

Your face pinched and then the needle in your stomach twisted and your intestines curled and you forgot all about it. At least some people didn’t mind the rain. 

—-

It never stopped raining. Not truly. It might've drizzled, or splashed or allowed a pause within the bulging of clouds and the clap of thunder but it never actually stopped. Not for more than a few minutes anyway. 

Time only existed within the ratatat typing of rain. Between the moment where it splashed and melded into the streets. 

You didn't know what was more irritating, the cramps or that sound. After a few moments, your roommate picked the sound and that was all you needed to hear before you popped another ibuprofen and migrated to the play rooms of the hostel. 

Play room was stretching it though. It was simply a small living room with an ancient boxed tv and folding chairs. It's crowded when the two of you get down there. An odd mix of your classmates and other residents and they’re all watching the news on the weather. 

‘Unexpected’ they said, ‘unlikely to stop anytime soon,'  which in other words meant your earlier sentiment was right. 

You were never leaving this hostel and you were all feeling it. You've never felt so bored, so hungry. And the daily work assignments and sandwiches in the fridge weren't cutting it. You guys were going to have to leave the hostel for food eventually. Maybe that's why you were feeling the way? 

 It was a good hypothesis as the pangs in your belly tightened. You've never felt a hunger like this before. Strong and potent. 

So, a few hours later you're outside now. A few blocks away from the hostel and filled with enough ibuprofen that it might not be the storms that’ll kill you. There's only one grocery store on your street. It's an artificial beacon of fluorescent lights, the door rung when you opened it.  

With wobbly knees, you walked inside and the weather followed. A man with a mop looked up and glared at you. You ducked into one of the aisles.  

You needed something sweet, something heavy. Bread? No. Ice cream? You ran through each aisle. And then you walked and then your just sort of sludged your way around. Each movement made the world curl into itself, your floor tilted beneath your feet. 

By the time you actually got to the front again nothing looked appealing. Tortilla bread suddenly looked too heavy and chorizo looked too much. You looked at your basket, lips downturned. 

Maybe you should just get a drink instead. But even that made you want to curl into yourself. Soda was too much. A lemonade too sweet. What about water? At that your stomach twisted and turned, cold than hot. The cashier looked at you plainly. 

“¿Eso es todo, señora?" you blinked.

He was an older man, with sunken eyes and gray hair that was long but tied into a tight ponytail. He gave off a scent of artificial pine tree, his fingers battered with callouses. He had a gold tooth and his shirt, although clean, was translucent due to the rain that battered through the window every time a customer came in. 

You licked your lips, warmth in your belly overflowed. You wondered if he’d let you get on your knees. If all it would take was a look and sweet words before you led yourself behind the counter-

“señora?” the man's voice boomed you out of your thoughts, you flinched back. “Sorry, I-” you shook your head, “¿Tienes uh agua?” 

His eye twitched. “pasillo 10,”

Your mouth went dry. You looked to the back aisle, at the long tiled floors that seemed to drag on forever. On a back shelf the water sat pretty.  You licked your lips again. Something in you bloomed. It was exactly what you needed. Water.

With a fevered glance back, you battered your fingers against the counter. One gallon would be just as much as the food. It looked more appetizing too, like it would belly over the thirst that ran in your tummy. 

Like a great way to wash the taste of the man off your tongue.  

You shook your head, “Actually-” 

“-¿Te importaría conseguirlo para mí?” the man just looked at you, their mouth downturned. He looked ready to stay no. 

The aisle wasn’t that far away. And anyone with working legs would be able to make it to the back. But something in your face made the man's face relaxed, the corner of his lips pinched. “fine,” then with a glance, “Pero no vomites en mi suelo,” 

Unlikely. In fact vomiting was a very real possibility. You felt it in your throat, in the overtone and queasiness that slobbed in your tummy. 

You looked at him as he left. Watched the skin on his back, the sweat that twinkled down his spine. Your stomach flipped and turned. Suddenly, your hands were clammy and your lips dry. What kind of hunger was this?  

What kind, made you want this? Claws in your back, and kisses on your chest. You wanted it bad, like a bird wanted murder and a plant water, it was a need, a cancer that furloughed in your deepest cavities and bloomed. Ricocheting like a bullet before you fell to your knees and vomited it all out. 

—

You don't go out much after that. 

#namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x black reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor smut #namor x black!reader #namor x f!reader #black panther smut #namor fics #black panther fic #namor lemon #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

[queenmayor23]

Paradise By The Dashboard Light

Y/N leaned back on the brick wall catching his breath, his gray shirt soaked in sweat. This year was a record-breaking heat for Virginia. Sweat dripped from Y/N's face; the last time he was this sweaty, he was running from the cops. This time he was running for the cops.

Y/N started to stand up straight when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into the alley between buildings.

"What are you doing, O'Connor?"

"You looked hot. I figured you could use some shade, some privacy…" Brian rested his hands on Y/N's waist, squeezing the dimples of his v-line.

Y/N smiles. "You get caught, and both of us can get sent home."

"You weren't worried about that a couple weeks ago."

"Let's see if you've been listening to my lectures, trainee. Make a plan, execute the plan…" Y/N grabs Brian's wrist from his waist and turns Brian around, pinning him against the wall. "Expect the plan to go off the rails."

Brian frees himself and spins Y/N into him like a dance now chest to chest. "Throw away the plan." Y/N kisses Brian, biting his bottom lip.

"So you do listen." Y/N stares into Brian's blue eyes, heads against one another.

"I listen better when I'm not "backed up"."

"Oh really?" Y/N chuckles. "Sounds like a you problem. Do like everybody else here and do it yourself."

"I try, but it feels wrong to do it without you."

"Hmm. Might have to fix that then."

#more to come #this is my world now not your world #gay #queenmayor23 #the fast saga #the fast and the furious #brian o'conner #x male reader #x reader

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 7 - Alleyway

Day 7 and another one set in the movie universe! I'm addicted to writing movie!Jay send assiatance I literally love him so so so so much-

@splinnters one day your feed will stop getting spammed I promise

Words: 2.3k

They were chasing him.

Jay rocketed down the alleyway as fast as he could, heart hammering away in his chest as his feet pounded the pavement. It was the middle of the night, and it was taking all of Jay’s focus to avoid slipping in the puddles on the ground and the trash cans littering the alleyways. He had no idea where he was going; he just had to hope and pray that his first instinct was going to lead him to a safe place.

He wasn’t even in his uniform, which meant that he didn’t have his weapons either. Tonight was just supposed to be a fun night out with his friends at the arcade, something that he hadn’t ever done and was looking forward to; it was not supposed to turn into a twisted game of cat and mouse after he spotted some familiar faces, sprinting away as fast as he could out of pure instinct.

And unfortunately, his good luck ran out.

Stumbling past a trash can, Jay’s head flicked left and right in terror: he had run straight into a dead end. Hands shaking, Jay frantically searched along the brick walls for something, anything that he could use to climb up and out of sight of his pursuers. A fire escape, some trash cans, window ledges, anything. Tears started blurring his vision, rolling down his cheeks and staining his orange scarf. He was screwed, he was so screwed-

“Hey!” someone shouted behind him, and Jay turned to face the mouth of the alley with wide eyes.

It was them: the same boys that loved to bully him at school. The one in the front had a large metal pipe, swinging it against the palm of his hand with soft thwacks as his cronies snickered behind him at Jay’s fear. Jay backpedaled until he hit the wall behind him, feeling himself start shaking as the bullies stepped closer and closer.

“Look at him! Look how pathetic,” the oldest said, and the word cut through Jay like a knife. He bit his lip to keep it from wobbling.

“W-What do you want with me?”

“Aww, hear his stutter? How stupid is that?” the one on the right leered, and the tears started flowing faster much to Jay’s shame. He didn’t even mean to stutter.

“Please just go away.”

“Go away?” the last one said, faking confusion. “But why would we leave when the fun’s just getting started? We still gotta teach you a little lesson, junkyard boy.”

Junkyard boy. He hated being boiled down to nothing more than a junkyard boy.

The trio started advancing, and Jay pressed himself even further back into the wall, trying his best to melt into it. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, pressing the emergency alert button that Zane had installed on it and then disposing of it behind him. Experience had taught him that the bullies wouldn’t hesitate to break it if it meant that he couldn’t call for help. More than enough phones had been lost to a stray fist or a deliberate stomp.

All of that thinking went out of the window when the first bully took a large swing at his face.

His fist collided hard with Jay’s cheek, sending him sprawling to the ground and smacking his head against the filthy pavement. Pain blossomed across his face, the bruise already starting to set in. A trash can went down with him, and Jay flinched from the loud noise it made, not looking up to see the foot descending onto his head. They were trying to break his nose, but Jay knew how to defend himself, quickly tucking his head and letting his crown take the blow instead.

None of them liked that very much, if the harsh kick to his ribs was any indication. Nothing cracked after the first kick, but Jay wouldn’t be so lucky after the third or fourth. His phone started pinging, and Jay had to kick it away before any of them could hear it go off.

“Stupid brat,” one of them snarled, reaching down to grab Jay’s hair and roughly yank him up. “Who taught you how to do that, huh? Tuck and hide like a little turtle? What a coward. You know what happens to people who try to run from us.”

Jay gasped when he was hit in the face again, feeling his nose start to bleed and his jaw crack under the pressure. Nothing was broken. In his frustration the bully shoved his head back into the wall harshly, and Jay grit his teeth to keep from making any embarrassing sounds. He couldn’t afford to make any more trouble.

“Let’s see how much he can take before he starts crying,” the oldest one jeered, and spit erupted from Jay’s lips as the fist smashed into his stomach. He reared back and punched again, harder, and this time Jay couldn’t contain the vomit that came up. It was warm and sticky, squishing between the toes of his sneakers as it soaked through his shoes. Every inch of him was screaming at the sensation, but he couldn’t get away, especially as he saw one of the other’s fists aiming for him.

Again and again they punched him, some of the blows landing on his face and others on his chest. Someone kicked his leg, aiming for his ankle, presumably to make it harder for him to get away if one of them were to loosen their grip on his hair. For some reason they loved messing with his hair, mocking its curliness and how messy it was at any given time; he still remembered the time they tried to put hair gel in it, and they made him eat the hair gel.

He was thrown to the floor with a harsh cry, going to cradle his sore head. Cruel laughter filled his head, and Jay heard something that he had never heard from them before: the sound of a switchblade flicking open.

No. No. No.

They were not going to cut him up like a Christmas ham!

Please please please the others had to get here soon-

One of them nicked his arm before Jay could even blink, slicing through his sleeve, and he flinched backwards. The blood was warm as it ran down in his arm, and the cut was deeper than he would’ve liked. Really he wouldn’t have liked any cuts.

Another kick to the head had him sufficiently disorientated, struggling to see straight as they hauled him up by his hair again. “Look who’s finally crying!” the leader exclaimed; he was the one holding the switchblade and Jay’s hair.

There was nothing he could do. The other two pinned his arms to the wall, and Jay could feel his breathing start to stutter, panic washing over him and triggering all of his adrenaline to start flowing. He sobbed, watching the glint off of the knife’s blade as the boy brought it closer and closer to his throat, lightly pressing right over the spot where Jay knew his jugular was located. Holy shit, were they actually going to try and kill him?

He felt a small bead of blood trickle down his neck, landing on his white shirt underneath; the shirt was already bloodied and covered in throw-up, so he supposed that it couldn’t really get any worse. “What do you think, boys? Think he’d look pretty with a nice little scar right here?”

Snickering, the other two agreed with the leader, and Jay would’ve started thrashing if there wasn’t a deadly object pressed to his neck. He started feeling floaty, almost like he was starting to leave his body, and Jay relished in the sensation. Anything was good if it meant that he didn’t have to be here. Maybe if he thought about his friends, or maybe if he imagined that they were here, then everything would be better. His scarf was tossed carelessly aside in the alley, discarded at the first opportunity, and he was so preoccupied in zoning himself out that he didn’t see the black boot stomp down on top of the orange fabric.

“HEY!”

All of the bullies turned, the ringleader finally taking the blade away from Jay’s neck, and their faces paled at the sight of Nya Smith standing in the mouth of the alley. She looked furious, her eyes blazing and mouth set in a familiar snarl that made Jay sob. “Get the fuck away from him!”

“Who's gonna make us?” the bully on his left jeered, tightening his grip on Jay’s wrist and making him squirm. There were going to be bruises. “Just you? Because right now it’s three against one.”

“Make that three,” and if they were pale before, they were as white as a sheet now at the sight of Lloyd Garmadon stepping out from behind Nya, her brother Kai slamming his fist into the palm of his hand. Lloyd curled his lips into a sneer that was very reminiscent of his father’s, and Jay felt a shiver run down his spine. “And four if you count our friend that you’re messing with.”

“This guy? You sure about that?”

“He’s plenty strong enough to take you on,” Kai growled, flanking Lloyd on the opposite side of Nya. The sight made tears spring to Jay’s eyes.

Jay had no time to prepare himself for the thug on the right to smash the discarded pipe into his face, his friends shouting in surprise as Jay yelled in pain. His nose finally gave way, cracking under the blow, and Jay felt even more blood gush down his face. Wasting no time, the leader thrust the switchblade forward, aiming for Jay’s abdomen before it sunk into his arm. The one holding up his left wrist let go, and Jay collapsed onto the ground before he could catch himself.

Sounds of fighting filled the alleyway as the other three surged forward but all he could do was lay there, feeling the blood well up around where the knife had sunk into his left arm, sobs finally breaking free and tears spilling down his cheeks. He started when a hand grabbed his arm, but he quickly latched onto it when he realized who it was: Cole.

Cole was shielding him from what was going on in the alley, pulling him up and propping him against the brick wall. “Hey, Jaybird. You called?”

“Y-Yeah,” Jay’s hands were shaking as Cole held them, “you came?”

“Of course we came,” Cole said, confused. “Did you think that we wouldn’t?”

Jay sobbed; he didn’t know what to say. If he said yes, then he would be a liar, but if he said no then Cole’s feelings would be hurt and he would tells the others and then they would all be mad at him and leave him here and the bullies would come back—

“Woah! Woah, Jay,” Cole tried, but Jay started hyperventilating, his chest heaving up and down as the floaty feeling started to come back. Nothing Cole did was working; Jay didn’t want his hands anywhere near his curly hair, and even when Cole went to inspect the switchblade Jay pulled back his arm with the speed of lightning to cradle it to his chest. “Jay, you need to listen to me. In and out, okay?”

Shaking his head, Jay shrunk into himself, feeling the vomit from his shirt start to seep into his pants as he hugged his knees. He was so disgusting, pathetic, weak.

Until she was there. Nya hugged him from the side, laying her cheek on the top of his head as he buried his face into her shoulder. His nose was throbbing, and he knew that he was getting blood on her.

“Jay,” she said softly, in a tone that he knew she reserved for the people that she cared about, “you gotta calm down a little, okay? The bullies are gone, it’s just us.”

Not that he didn’t believe her, but he still peeked out to check. The alleyway was indeed empty, Lloyd and Kai looking a little bruised and battered at the mouth as if they were watching for something or someone. She was right, they really were gone.

Threading a hand through his hair, Nya frowned at the blood on the back of his head. “Can you let Zane look at the switchblade, honey?”

Honey. It washed over him like a warm blanket, the feeling soft and fuzzy in his chest as the butterflies came alive. He held out his arm for Zane to look at, the ice ninja frowning as he looked it over. Reaching for the blade, Zane tugged it out as gently as he could, but Jay didn’t say a word in favor of tucking his face into Nya’s neck. Scratching at his scalp and holding him close, Nya exchanged a look of concern with Cole. “Is he talking?” Cole mouthed, and Nya shook her head.

“It isn’t deep,” Zane said finally after the full inspection, pulling back and grabbing Jay's phone off of the ground, “but we should get him to the hospital just in case. He will most likely need stitches.”

“Alright then,” Nya tapped the side of his neck to get his attention; Jay had started floating off again. “Jay, do you think you can walk?”

Even if he could, her gut told her he wouldn’t want to, and she was proved right when he shook his head and held out his arms. Cole sighed, moving to sit in front of the smaller boy and pick him up like a child. The larger boy grimaced from the feeling of bodily fluids seeping into his shirt, but it was a small price to pay for his little buddy being safe.

They would always keep him safe.

#whumptober 2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago whumptober #whumptober day 7 #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #the lego ninjago movie

[a-chaos-god-and-a-warden]

(Merry late Christmas)

Chapter 1: Introduction

What a horrible thing, boredom. Boredom in superjail? Even worse. Superjail never has static days, the Warden would never allow that, but somehow boredom still found it's way into his mind. He already checked with the doctor's new developments, Alice is on a date with that same idiotic animal, and getting entertainment from Jared was a dead end. Just how many pyramids of plastic animals is he going to make today? At this point his office has full of them. Looking out his window,

"Maybe superjail needs a lil-"

A large flash of light followed by a loud bang like thunder and lightning.

"What the hell!?"

Smoke emerges from one of the cell blocks, specifically cell block #35. Something is strange about the smoke, it's slightly blue?

The Warden turns and heads towards the office door, stepping over the ruin remains of his animal pyramids,

"Dammit! I spent all day making those pyramids what a waste! JARED!"

Outside his door, the little man was already there. Jared has holding paper containing, honestly who cares.

"Jared! Don't tell its the Mistress and her stupid ship again!"

"No sir, it's something else entirely! There's already speculation that it could be an alien!"

Curiosity peaked in the Warden's eyes,

"An alien? Well then let's give this alien an earthly welcome! After all we're the first humans they'll meet! Let me do the introductions Jared!"

They hastily make their way towards the crash site,

"But sir! We don't know anything about this being! What if it's hostile?

"Well Jared I guess there's only one way to find out!"

Around them inmates run past them in a panic, and up ahead the one and only woman runs with them. Although not away from what ever is causing panic, but to join the two men,

"Ah Alice! Did you get anything on our 'visitor'?"

"I don't know. The fucking inmates are acting like lil bitches. It got too crowded and I couldn't run that way I had to ride with the current, or whatever."

The warden puts an hand on Alice's shoulder, which Alice shoves off,

"It's okay Alice, I totally understand! You did your best! Which is more then Jared does, now where's Jailbot?"

As if in cue, Jailbot bursts in leaving a Jailbot hole in the wall. The debris flys, smashing running inmates. For some reason never hitting the staff,

"Speak of the devil! Jailbot you wouldn't happen to know what this is?"

Jailbot, despite not actually saying any words, beeps a no,

"Well in that case I guess the only thing left to do is to meet this thing!"

"But sir!-"

"Shut up Jared!"

Off they went towards where all of the commotion start. Getting close to the crash site, they see that the broken walls pieces are growing legs? Some have eyes?

"Sir let's turn back! We can get jailbot to exterminate this thing!"

"And start a universal war? I think not!"

Finally they arrive at the crash site. There's a huge yellow pyramid straight out of Egypt, but there's limbs and a top hat. By the way the limbs and the hat were positioned, one would assume what ever this thing is was lying face down.

The Warden feels disappointed at the fact that this thing is dead. At least the docter would have fun dissecting it. Still, being ambassadors for earth was such a fun daydream,

"Uh, I think it's dead"

"You may be right Alice, such a s-"

Suddenly the thing starts moving. First using it's arms to lift itself up, revealing a bowtie, and a single eye. It also revealed a crack next it's bowtie. The thing was murmuring something about,

"Damn it I can't believe they gave me a crack, fucking cheapskates"

Suddenly the creature shrunk, from pyramid to a bright 2 dimensional triangle. The crack in it's bricks disappeared. The thing readjusted it's hat and bowtie and spawned a cane out of thin air. The Warden was astonished,

"Oh my how distinguished!"

The creature pointed at the Warden,

"Hey you! Eggplant! I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're the man in charge of this place! Where am I?"

The warden was admittedly taken back by the comment. Not the worst thing he's been called but possibly one of the oddest,

"Well, haha, I'm not an eggplant. My name is actually the Warden, and you're in Superjail!"

He makes a little demonstration via a rainbow graphic.

The odd triangle squints his eye, "Superjail huh..." And suddenly, a flurry of images flash on his bricks. Images that were definitely superjail. His eye suddenly widens,

"Superjail! You've got a nice prison going on here Eggplant!"

The rainbow graphic above the Warden’s head withers and dies like that plant you're not watering as his smile dwindled,

"again, not Eggplant"

Bill spins his cane nonchalantly,

"sure thing Eggplant"

"It's not Eggplant"

"Okay Eggplant"

"Not Eggplant!"

"uh-huh"

"well nuh-UH"

The Warden debates in his head whether he should argue or just let it slide. His name, The Warden, means a lot to him. It's quite the title, it's powerful dammit! Why not play at this strange triangle's game?

"Well sir uh, ah, Weirdangle! Yeah that fits. You've destroyed a part of my prison Sir Weirdangle. That's destruction of private property! I should arrest you!"

Sir Weirdangle gives The Warden a blank stare before bursting into laughter, his odd body curling in as he holds his stomach(?) and laughs. Now it could be laughing because of the nickname or the audacity of the threat. Both options made The Warden feel small in a way.

"Sir" Jared whispered, "there's something disturbing about this thing!"

The Warden waves Jared off, "Shh, dont be rude!!"

Sir Weirdangle stops laughing to give The Warden an amused stare,

"Real funny Eggplant! You ought to be a comedian!"

The Warden contrasted this stare with an unamused stare,

"I wasn't joking Sir Weirdangle"

The triangle floated closer to The Warden so that they were on eye level,

"Please, Call me Bill, Bill Cipher!'

Bill held his hand for The Warden to shake. The Warden withdrew his hands with disgust,

"I'm not shaking your hand! What if you have alien cooties?"

Bill gave him a questioning look,

"Alien cooties? What? First off, not physically possibly. Second you humans have more cooties and little organisms crawling on your face than any 'alien' I've ever encountered!"

The Warden look at Bill with a bit of concerned, looked to his hands, and back at Bill

"You're just saying that! That can't be true! I shower everyday mind you!"

Cipher shook his head? Body?

"nuh-uh it's the truth. No amount of showering will ever wash off the mites living in your eyelashes"

"WHAT"

"relax, it's not like they're harmful'

The Warden raised an eyebrow and decided ignorance was bliss and to let it go.

And now,

they reached a dead end,

in conversation.

The almost forgotten staff members looked at each other in a, 'so now what?' until Alice sighed,

"I'm going back to my r-"

"NO!" The Warden had a random burst of energy, quite literally, sparks were flying.

The others looked at him confused.

The Warden had too high expectations from the short time they walked here to give up on this interaction,

"I'm sorry, um, Will Piper. This is on me honestly. I must have been too preoccupied by the feeling of xenophobia to focus what this really is all about!"

Bill raised an eyebrow,

"You got my name wrong but continue."

The Warden waved his arms in the air,

"THE DISCOVERY OF SOMETHING NEW! You're an alien! You fell put of the sky like an- wait did you fall out of the sky? That part was never clear."

Bill shrugged,

"well in a way. I was actually body slammed here from another dimension by this annoying demigo-"

The Warden waved him off

"Doesn't matter. Anyways, you're a completely new thing! And that is exactly what Superjail needed before you arrived!"

As The Warden said this he put his arms in the air emitting glitter everywhere that will never get out of anyone's clothes

Bill waved away the glitter with some of it still sticking to his bowtie,

"That’s great Eggplant, but listen I can't stay here for long. I'm pretty busy! Who knows who'd want to make another deal next?"

The Warden was struggling,

"Well how long DO you have? I could give you a tour! A grand tour of Superjail! I could show you all the places, the corners, the ends, the kinks and the dinks. The whole zinks!"

The triangle's eye swirled in his socket as he thought about it,

"HmmmmmmmmmmMMMMmmmmmmMMMMMM hm hmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMmm hm hm HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm oh why the heck not!"

The Warden spun around at those words,

"Brilliant! Jailbot!"

The bot beeped back in response

"Let's go on tour!" The Warden gestures for Jailbot to come over.

To which it does so it floats over and then turns into a floating carriage with three rows of seats, only two of these rows will be used. The Warden jumps into the first row and excitingly pats the seat behind him while gesturing Bill to come over. Bill then does a funny thing. He fazes through the floor, The Warden stops his motions,

"Bob?"

"It's Bill, Eggplant"

Bill had fazed upwards through Jailbot and onto the second row. Warden jolted,

"Gah!"

"Sweet ride you got here Eggplant."

"Ah- uh well yes! Jailbot here is the sweetest ride there is! Figuratively and literally! Now then, onwards Jailbot!"

And Jailbot did go onwards, straight into a wall, leaving Jared and Alice to think about what to do next.

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"Over there is where we have our infamous superbar! You should go sometime. Aaand over there is where the cafeteria is! Oh! Oh! That's my office in that tower over there! Ooo that cell block is where the Gays are located. Also-"

"The gays?

They had been floating above Superjail for a while as The Warden pointed out little bits of his jail and Bill was leaned forward to listen.

"Yeah the gays!"

"Is this a cult or something? What is it?"

The Warden shrugged,

"No they're just a gay couple"

Bill raised his eyebrow,

"Okay, but what makes them stand out from other gays? Isn't this an all male prison? What makes them special?"

"They are, they just are."

Bill leans back,

"Well how?"

The Warden was fumbling,

"ack- uhm- they're- I'll just show you"

Warden faces forward,

"Jailbot find the gays"

Jailbot does just that as the thing sinks downwards to where the gays resided. It then wrecked the wall of the lovely home(prison cell) of the gays. Paul was the first to notice...

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Jean was the second,

"OUR WAL- what is that!?"

The Warden gestures towards Bill,

"This is Bill! So Bill these are the gays!"

Bill squints,

"uh-huh, nice. Hey are your walls always this gray?"

The Warden turns to Bill while ignoring the complants of the gays,

"Hm? Well yeah, why?"

"It's dull, change it, like..."

Bill reached out to touch the wall outside the cell and then it exploded in streams of orange, yellow, pink, and red. The Warden's head poked out of the cell as he watched these streams that flowed through the wall,

"Oh I get what you mean! Oh! I have something to add on!"

He pushed the cell's bars to get through and let go of them as they snapped back into place like rubber bands behind him. The Warden walked up to the now colorful wall. He tapped one of the orange streams and led it upwards straight up until it blossomed green. Bill had slid out of the cell easily considering he was a flat shape,

"Wowza! Make more!"

"Right on!"

And he did. The Warden had made four other trees among the streams of warm colors. He backtracked towards Bill,

"What should we add?"

Bill shrugs,

"It's your wall."

The Warden clasps his hands together,

"How about a sky? Blue? No!"

"Of course not! It should be completly random!"

"You're right, you're right. BUT WHAT COLOR!"

"hmm..." Bill squints, "you ever hear of shmerulean?"

Warden turns to Bill,

"No, what is that?"

"It's a color"

"A color I haven't heard of? Show me!"

With a snap of Bill's fingers their colorful painting had a sky, with a very odd color that made The Warden's head feel funny,

"Wow! It's beautiful! We should have more walls of Superjail painted! Specifically whatever this color is!"

The Warden reached for Bill's hand to pull him so they can find more wall to make murals on, however when he went to grab it there seemed to be a blue electric wall. This force field shocked The Warden and sent him flying.

"Yikes," Bill floated over to where The Warden had landed, "totally forgot I had a force field for strangers on, my bad!" he shrugs.

The Warden rubbing the back of his head and being dizzy asked, "Ughh.. why do you have that?"

Again Bill shrugged, "why wouldn't I? You run a prison, you should know how it is! Can't trust anyone's mini limbs attached to limbs!'

"I guess..."

The Warden helps himself up and shakes himself and returns to his old self. He almost makes the same mistake before retracting his hand,

"Lets make more of these paintings!"

"What about that tour?"

"Forget about the tour! This is obviously much more important!"

"I like the way you think funny man!"

The chaotic two went down the cell block painting the walls, the ceiling, the inmates, anything they thought were plain that by their words, 'could use a touch up'.

Amidst the fun Bill felt and heard his bowtie ring. This made The Warden stop and turn. Usually Bill's bowtie rings when someone tries to summon him, Bill looks to see who it is. You can never tell with these prank callers nowadays.

Oh it's the henchmaniacs.

Oh.

Oh right.

Oh no.

"What is that?" The Warden points to the bowtie.

Bill says matter-a-fact-ly, "it's a bowtie, Eggplant"

"Well I know that, what's it doing?"

"Someone's calling me" Bill removes his bowtie.

"You can get calls on your tie? Lucky! I sould have Jared get me on-"

"Shh!"

Bill holds the tie to his ear. Ear? Dumbass, he doesn't have a ear. Anyways, sounds like little murmurs come from the other end. Bill promptly responds,

"Yellow? Hey Kryptos! Yep, listen I'll tell you what happened when I come back. Yep. Bye!"

Bill hangs up and seethes,

"I gotta go... I got a bunch of suckers who thought I died."

The Warden frowned,

"Wha-? You can't stay for even a bit longer? What about the tour?"

Bill shrugs,

"Sorry, can't have the press going to them."

"The press? What press?"

"Space press, listen I had fun Eggplant but I got-"

The Warden suddenly got real close to Bill,

"Waitwaitwait, will you be back? Can you be back? I was, like, suuper bored before you came here and you're leaving already even though you just got here! Pleasssseeee?"

Will he be back? Great question! Bill most definitely wanted to be back. He stared at The Warden blankly as he thought about it,

"Lets make a deal about it."

"Huh?"

Bill held his hand out and a blue flame burst out of it,

"I'll come back if you continue that tour, wanna shake on it?"

The Warden stared the the onfire hand for a few seconds before pointing to it,

"Is that going to burn me?"

"No."

"Am I gonna get shocked again?"

"No."

The Warden hesitantly reached for Bill's hand like it was going to bite him. He reached it and nothing! No burns, no shock. The Warden continued the motion of shaking hands and watched as the fire grew bigger before it began to grow colorful. Bill seemed perplexed by this,

"What the fu-"

Bill bursts into color, rainbows fly out of him. He looks like hes having a seizure. Bill quickly yanks his hand away,

"Youch! Didn't your parents ever teach you how to control that?"

The Warden looked at his hand confused by what just happened,

"Control what?"

Bill threw his hands his hand up in the air,

"Well ya'know! Your magic or powers, or whatever people call it in these parts."

The Warden shook his head,

"When I told my old man about it he caled me a schizophrenic."

Bill raised his eyebrow,

"Huh, interesting. How about I give you some pointers when I come back hm?"

The Warden gasped as his coattails curled,

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah sure, why not?"

"Oh Bill!"

The Warden leaped to hug Bill but he forgot the forcefield and was sent flying to the wall. Bill is not going to do anything about that,

"Yikes. Anyways, remember! Realty is a illusion, the universe is a hologram," a blue portal appears behind him as he slowly floats towards it, "buy gold, BYEEE" and there he goes.

The Warden stared on in astonishment. How inspirational, how interesting, how cool most of all! This Bill guy had to be one of the coolest guys hes ever met! A little weird but who isn't?

The Warden looked around aorund him to stare at the murals they both made and was dissapointed to see- Oh great, Jared.

"Sir how are we going to remove all this graiff-"

"GRAFFITI!?" The Warden stood up, "you call this graffiti!? Why Jared these are murals! Fine pieces of art made by me and my new friend Bill!"

This information shocked Jared,

"Wait so we're keeping these? Don't you think this is too much for a pri-" slow head turn, "You befriended it?"

The Warden smiled widely reminiscing on moments from not long ago,

"I did Jared, I know making friends isn't something you'd know much about so I get the confusion."

Jared shook his head, mentally brushing off the passive aggressive comment,

"No, no sir! You don't think befriending a creature like that would have some consequences? Did you forget what it did to superjail just by arriving sir? I mean-"

The Warden waved him off,

"Psh, Jared. You're too much of a worry-wort. You better not have this attitude when Bill comes back-"

"WHEN IT COMES BACK!?!"

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Now back at the nightmare realm, Bill spawns in a building by his design. A pyramid of course. It has about a billion rooms with even more hallways. It's not like a lot of those rooms are used much anyways. Speaking of used rooms most of the henchmaniacs where in the main room, or to be called the living room. They were on the human skin couches watching the news, except Kryptos who was pacing. He was to first to notice Bill had returned,

"Boss you're back!"

Bill nonchalantly waves, "Hey Kryptos"

Of course Kryptos's exclamation and the spind of Bill's voice caused the rest of the gang to turn around,

"He's back!"

"Wow we thought you died!"

"Where did you go?"

Bill crosses his arms,

"Well now that hurts my feelings!", he says sarcastically of course, "You really think a runt of a demi-god could kill me?"

the gang practically shrinks with their slow 'nooooo's

Teeth speaks up,

"Boss where did you go though, ya'know, after what happened?"

Bill shrugs,

"I landed on some piss-ant asteroid that crumbled on impact and I'll be honest gang I may or may not have let out my anger on a few neighboring planets."

Teeth let's out a, "yeesh"

Bill turns and floats to the entrance to one of many hallways,

"Now if you'll excuse me I need my mandatory seventeen hours of me-time"

He floats away vaguely listening to whatever the henchmaniacs are whispering about him, Bill doesn't really care. He continues down what might as well be a maze of hallways. The walls have brick patterns because what else would they have had. Eventually Bill reaches his room, a black triangle shaped doorway with golden accents. He makes a dramatic entrance into his own room, for future occasions, he thinks to himself. Now with the door closed behind him he is truly alone.

This blankless of solitude brings memories of today's events flowing through Bill's mind. Whatever that place was it was earth, but separated. Wouldn't he be lucky if that demi-god somehow body slammed him past earth's blockade? Bill would be able to start his plans early! It's definitely a pocket dimension, no not a pocket dimension, more like a bubble dimension. Made by that Warden. The Warden... fun guy! Bill just wished his glasses weren't tainted, then he'd be able to see straight through him. See who The Warden really was. Judging how the guy used his powers looks like to Bill that he doesn't exactly know what he is either. Could prove convenient to Bill. He could be a worthy investment. Not only that but he seemed like a fun guy, type of guy Bill would love to party with.

#bill cipher #gravity falls #superjail #superjail! #warden superjail #the warden #superjail warden #billden #superjail jailbot #superjail jared #superjail alice

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The Weight of the World

A huge, massive, genuine thank you to @rayslittlekitten for the help with this. This idea has been rolling around in my brain for months and months, and I've only just come up with the brain space to write it. Can be read as a The Reaper and the Death Angel one-shot.

Contains: Consent and kink negotiation, smut (Sub!Jax, rope bondage, hand job, F masturbation, size kink, oral sex F receiving, face sitting, P in V, aftercare), fluff.

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Jax learns to let go

You had been spending the day at Disosa with Venus, your normally busy Friday was freed up by a huge administration screw up that was going to take weeks to fix. Nero and Jax had been at CaraCara giving the girls the rundown on how working at Disosa would work and how much they would be paid for a date.

"How have things been at home dear?"

You shrugged, "a lot, Jax has been so overwhelmed that I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall sometimes. He won't relax for a second, even the sex feels like he's aggravated."

She chucked, "sounds like he needs some time out of his head."

You sighed, "that's what the sex is usually for, but I know he's a million miles away. I don't want to put more on his plate but the guy needs to take a break." Venus gave you a gentle smile and picked up the rope that was currently resting on the table.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Ideas filled your head, "he seems like the type that would enjoy his woman telling him what to do."

You nodded, "there have been those occasions, which he has enjoyed very much."

She gave you a smirk, "then I think you know what you need to do."

The slam of the front door told you all you needed to know about how Jax's day went. "Are you alright my love?" Jax huffed, his face locked in a scowl, "sometimes running the Club feels like herding cats." You placed a hand on his shoulder, "you wanna take a few days, leave Ope to take over. We could head to the cabin and spend the weekend doing nothing?"

"Are you kidding me? Between expanding Diosa and trying to find new ways to earn, I don't have the time."

You shook your head, "bullshit, I have shit backed up to the middle of next year and I can spare a weekend, if you burnout you'll feel even worse."

Jax's jaw clenched, "I'm not fighting with you over this."

You took a deep breath, "I don't want to fight Jax, I just want to help." Jax huffed, "we always go back to this, you don't want to fight but you won't budge on me needing to get shit done."

You shook your head, "you can't get shit done if you're not sleeping and looking after yourself."

He left out a short laugh, "says the woman who stays at work for two days straight with no sleep."

It was your turn to huff, "then I come home and do nothing for two days straight after that." Jax sucked on his tongue, trying to think of a reply that wouldn't hurt your feeling but before he could say anything, his phone rang.

He stormed back when the conversation ended, "this isn't finished."

You sighed, "no it's not, but you clearly have shit to deal with."

****

It was just past ten when your phone rang, you were sitting up in bed hoping that Jax got home before you fell asleep, his tone told you all you needed to know, "hey darlin."

His side of the bed was going to be cold tonight, "hello my love, you'll be dealing with Club stuff tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry and I'm sorry about this afternoon too, I know you're just trying to help."

He sounded sad, "it's alright, things have been pretty stressful the last few weeks, I'll see you when I see you."

Jax sounded a bit better, "good night darlin, sleep well."

"Goodnight beloved."

****

You woke up the next morning to Jax's side of the bed untouched, as you walked downstairs, any hope of Jax having fallen asleep on the couch was dashed, his shoes and bike weren't there either.

You got breakfast together and answered work emails then did your best to get your mind off what was going on with Jackson, he texted you midday, and your mood dropped further.

"I won't be home until tonight. I'm sorry, miss you."

If a text could sound sad, his would, "not problems my love, I'll see you tonight."

You put the phone down with a harsh breath, half wanting to spend the day wallowing in your misery but after centring yourself, you had a plan, with a deep breath and an internal pep talk, you got up to put it in place.

****

Jax returned home to a house that smelt like fresh bread and his favourite stew, the smell of beef making his mouth water. He kicked off his shoes and came around the corner, being greeted by you with a glass of scotch in one hand and a plate of nuts and cheeses in the other.

"Have a seat my love, dinner with be ready in an hour." You placed the booze and snacks on the side table and stepped toward him, running your hands under his kutte before taking it off and hanging it on its coat hook in the hallway.

"What this about?"

There was an arrogance in his tone, "I was talking about your stress when I should have been doing something about it."

He sat down and you handed him the food you had prepared, "I need to put the finishing touches on dinner, you relax and enjoy yourself." To Jax's happiness, you had sat him down where he could watch you cook, the scotch warming his throat and the rich cheese eased the hunger he had been feeling all day.

Jax had a smug smirk growing on his face, it wasn't like you didn't dote on him but this made him feel different. He was sipping what was clearly a high end drink, and eating cheese that must have cost you a lot of money while you cooked his favourite meal.

You could feel his eyes following you, you knew what he was thinking, that after dinner, he could drag you upstairs and spend the whole night taking out his frustration on you while you begged him to keep going. You smiled to yourself as you started to pull the beef off the bone, while that would normally be the case, tonight, he was wrong.

****

Jax watched you take both plates in your hands and walk to the dining room, following you with his trademark swagger, "you didn't need to get up, I was coming to get you."

He smirked, "I couldn't wait any longer, it smells amazing." You put the plates down and pulled out his chair, Jax smiling as he sat down.

Dinner was a slow affair, you listened to Jax as he talked about his day and why he was so busy, not offering solutions, just being there with him while he spoke, as dinner wound down, you got him dessert, a caramel cake you had spent the day baking then handed him another glass of scotch and told him to relax while we got the next part of the night ready.

You walked upstairs and into the bedroom, drawing an extra hot bath and lining up the various products you had chosen for the night, lighting some candles and dimming the lights.

After that, you returned to Jax and walked him upstairs, undressing him piece by piece, starting with his rings as you pulled each one off and pressed your thumbs into his tight palms. You moved to his shirt, running your hands over his abs are he bent down so you could pull it over his head. His jeans were next, Jax smirking as the belt came away and your hands reached the fly, "don't get any ideas Teller."

He huffed, "come one darlin." You chose to ignore the growing hardness in his pants as you removed the last of his clothes and directed him to the shower.

"Get clean then climb into the bath, I'll be in when you're done washing up."

You prepared the bed, putting out the massage oil and making sure the room was at a comfortable temperature. Then you went back into the bathroom just as Jax was sitting down in the bath, you had left a chair at the head end of that bath and sat down, picking up the tingly hair mask and rubbing it in your hands before weaving your fingers on to Jax's scalp and rubbing the cream in, Jax's head falling against your hands.

"That feels so good."

His voice was rough, "good, there's more of that on the way." Next was a wet skin cream that you spread all over his exposed neck, shoulder and upper arms, your hands gliding over the knots and tensions while Jax leaned into your hands.

The water had been tinted with the oils you added and the products you had washed off Jax's body but the look on his face betrayed that he was hard under the water.

He chuckled as you smeared a face mask over his fine features, "you really are treating me tonight, aren't you darlin?"

You leaned down a pressed a kiss to his shoulder dome, "and I'm not done." You wiped the mask off him and helped him out of the bath and drained the water, drying him off with the softest towel you owned. You did your best to act like his cock wasn't standing to attention as you brushed the towel over his crotch, Jax's abs hardening as the soft fabric brushed it.

"Go lay on the bed on your stomach, there's a pillow there so you can lie down without turning your head." You followed close behind him and picked up the bottle of oil that was being warmed in a bucket of hot water, Jax paused when you didn't climb on top of him, instead settling next to him as you uncapped the oil and poured it over his muscular back.

You rubbed the ache out of his back, pausing to trace his tattoo as you went, then moving down to his strong thighs and perfectly shaped ass, his foot twitching as you ran a firm hand from the back of his knee, over his asscheek and into the hard ropes of his lower back.

"Flip over." Jax did so slowly, his muscles unwilling to retighten as he moved.

He settled on his back, his cock hard, red and weeping against his stomach, "you gonna leave me hanging."

He was clearly talking about his dick, "I'm not done with this, you're going to have to wait." You spread the oil over his chest, digging your fingers into his solid pecs then moving down to thumb out the painful knots over his ribs.

"Come a little closer, I'm getting cold." You rolled your eyes and got up, turning the thermostat up and moving to sit with you back up against the headboard, bringing Jax's head into your lap while you teased out the hard bludges along his jaw from clenching it all the time.

"Come on darlin, stop teasing." You shook your head as you ran the flat of your hands over the sides of his neck

"I'm not teasing you, I'm doing this to make you feel good."

He chuckled, "I know what else will make me feel good."

You shook your head, "when I'm done here."

"You don't need to keep going, I'm good, I want something different." You pressed your fingers hard into the dome of his shoulder, Jax gasping as the muscles unravelled far faster than what felt good, "you need to learn to let go Jackson."

He huffed, "I'd rather pound you into the mattress."

You took a deep breath, "no, I have no intention to leave you hanging but I want to look after you so let me."

Jax reached up and wrapped a warm hand around your wrist, "you're about to get yourself in trouble."

You yanked your wrist away, "you're here because you can't let go, don't ruin the night by undoing all my hard work."

Jax chuckled and you cut him off, "you have a control issue."

He huffed, "no I don't."

"Says the man who won't let me do anything for him, why won't you let me look after you?"

He smiled, "you are looking after me, but I want something more and you're not being fast enough."

You sighed, "like I said, control issues. I let you tie me up and do God knows what without thinking but I can't rub your back with the promise that you'll be getting off later because you want things your way."

Your tone was still warm but you were getting frustrated, "is that a challenged little girl?"

You smiled, "maybe it is, if you let me tie you up and let me take the reins for the night, I'll change my mind about your control issues."

Jax wound his hand into your shirt and pulled you down, "you can try but we both know you want to be the one being tied up."

"Not tonight, I'll be back." You went into the closet and pulled out the rope, unfurling it and walking back to the bed.

"Do you consent?"

He nodded, "do your worst."

The sides of your lips ticked up, "be careful Jackson, my worst might involve a flogger."

He swallowed, "alright pretty girl, the night's yours."

You walked back to the side of the bed dropped the rope, then picked up his arm and ran your hands up and down his flesh, "what are you going to say if you want me to stop?"

You could tell that Jax was indulging you in the hopes that he would get the upper hand and turn the tide, "I'll tell you to stop."

"Good, get comfortable with your arms above your head please." Jax didn't really say please and thank you when he was the one in control, he did as you asked, and you bound his hands to the headboard.

"You're so polite."

You gave him an almost glare, "now now, if you keep this up you may not be cumming tonight."

He huffed, "you're going to waste all your hard work just to teach me a lesson, that doesn't seem pretty fair to you."

You shook your head, "what I think is unfair to me is that you feel the need to bluster your way through everything. Letting go would do you some good."

He shot you an arrogant smirk, "it's that what I'm doing."

You clenched your jaw, "no, not really." With his arms tied, you climbed back on the bed and ran your hands over his chest, "all these big strong muscles and you can't do anything, if you pull, I'll extend this even longer."

Jax's eyes were filled with heat as they found yours, "are you having fun?"

"Yes I am, so don't give me a reason to have more. Remember the flogger dearest." That shut Jax up, "although, I think that perfect back would make a very nice target, I imagine those will defined muscles would blush so nicely but I think I'd like to redden your firm ass more." Jax seemed to understand that he wasn't the one pulling the strings after that.

"Alright I get the message." You got off him and stood and by his side, getting undressed slowly while you locked eyes with Jax. You ran your hands over your skin, stopping to graze your fingers over all the sensitive spots that you knew Jax loved to touch. Once you were naked and Jax's eyes were hooded, you swung a leg back over him and hovered over his upper chest.

Jax's eyes locked on your centre, his mouth watering when he saw you were visibly slick, "is that all from touching me."

The sharp look you gave him shut him up, "stop talking, you're antagonising me." Jax pressed his lips together as you slid your fingers down your body and through your slit.

"Are you enjoying the view, it's a simple yes or no Jackson."

He swallowed, "yeah, I do."

You smiled, "good because at this rate, it's all you're going to get." You spread your knees so he could see more of you and circled your clit with your index finger, Jax's eyes were fixed on its path as you collected wetness from your entrance and used it to slick your path.

You rubbed your clit until you clenched around nothing with the need to be filled then slipped two fingers inside your body. There was a lacing of disappointment, Jax's fingers felt so much better. You added a third and pressed your fingertips into your G-spot, Jax was breathing like he was running a marathon.

You fought the urge to place your free hand on his chest as you approached the peak, you forced yourself to remain quiet as you came. Jax watched you flutter around your fingers with a mix of anger and desire. You pulled your fingers out and brought them inches from his face, "you want a taste?" Jax lifted his head and you pulled away, "I didn't offer, I asked. Would you like a taste?"

"Please." Jax opened his mouth as you moved your fingers towards him and he sucked them into his mouth, you pulling them away long before he was satisfied. "Come and sit on my face, I want more."

You shook your head, "no. Maybe later." You collected more of your wetness, leaned back and grabbed his cock, stroking the first half of his cock in slow, gentle movements.

Jax grunted and he lifted off the bed, you putting your weight onto him so he couldn't move any further, "be good."

Jax huffed, "why are you being so mean."

You chuckled, "I'm not being mean, I'm taking my time. Now stop talking." You added more pressure and moved your hand over the whole shaft, it didn't take Jax long to reach the edge and you slowed, "not yet Jackson."

He swallowed and took a deep breath, holding back as best he could. You went through a cycle of speeding up and slowing down as he twitched in your hand, having to squeeze the base of his shaft as the pleasure mounted. Jax relaxed back into the pillows, his mind slowly quieting as the wave of sensation rolled over him.

Just as it was becoming impossible for him to hold back, you slowed and then stopped, sitting over his thighs and bringing a hand to stroke his face, "you've been so good for me, would you like a reward?" Jax nodded, "I need a verbal answer my love."

Jax took a deep breath, "please." You smiled and shifted, settling over his face and lowering yourself down.

Jax craned his head to reach you, his tongue coming out to lick you from clit to entrance and back again. You grabbed the headboard tightly as he sucked on your clit, doing your best to make sure your moans were rewards and not givens. Just as you were about to let out another one, he tugged on the ropes and you shot up.

"I told you not to tug." You sat back over his thighs and went back to stroking his cock, using the same pattern of stroking and squeezing until Jax was gasping and shaking. "Do you want to be inside me?"

Jax's eyes shot open, "please."

You smiled down at him, "then you need to show me you won't tug."

You moved back over him, Jax licking his lips as your centre moved closer. Jax moaned against you as your taste filled his mouth, smiling on your skin as the vibration caused you a gasp. This felt different to him, normally going down on you was an ego boost, he knew exactly what to do to get you shaking around his head but this felt like an act of worship and he suddenly understood why you loved getting on your knees for him so much.

It felt like the only thing on his mind was getting you off, he was no longer worried about the Club or money or the cops, nothing else mattered but how you were soaking his beard. Jax could tell you were close by how hard you were holding back the noise, but rather than say something, he just doubled his efforts.

You faulted and looked down, the far away look in Jax's eye telling you all you needed to know as you came violently. Jax acted like a man about to die of thirst as he did his best to get you to stay above him. A particular shake from you told Jax it was time to drop his head, then you were shifting backwards and leaning down to kiss him softly.

Jax's lower face was wet, and he licked his lips, "do you want to be inside me Jackson?"

Jax moaned, "was that a yes, no or a need a second?"

He took a deep breath, "yes please." You smiled and grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip over her slit then sunk down.

Jax gasped but to your surprise, didn't tug on the ropes as you started to move. You started off slow but that didn't last long, just as the pleasure became overwhelming, you sped up and he fell over the edge like a car off a roadside cliff. He slid out of you and you untied him as fast as you could, Jax's arms coming to wrap around you, "thank you Jackson."

He buried his face in your neck and kissed your skin, "I love you so much."

You smiled softly, "I love you too. You need anything?"

He shook his head, "just stay here a little longer?"

You nodded, "of course." You brought his wrists to your lips and kiss every inch of skin while Jax regained his bearings.

It took a little while before he let you slide off him, so you raced off to the bathroom the clean up before returning to the bedroom with a warm, damp washcloth and wiping his face then his soft cock. "You doing alright?"

He nodded, "I'm good." You climbed into bed and pulled him into your arms, his head resting on your chest.

Jax kissed your skin and took a deep breath, his brain still just out of reach, you twisted and opened the drawer, handing him a bottle of water, "can you have something to drink for me?" Jax took the bottle from your hand and drank half before handing it to you, "thank you my love."

"You need anything else."

Jax lifted his hand and brought it to your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss, "I'm alright." His tone was soft and reserved.

"Ok, did you enjoy yourself."

He smiled, "yeah, that was fun." You kissed his cheek, "would you like to do something like that again?"

He nodded, "yeah, maybe not right away, that was a lot."

You giggled, "yeah, it was."

Jax pressed his lips to your forehead, "I've gained a new respect for how easily you let go for me, it was harder than I thought it would be."

You hugged him tighter, "thank you for saying that." You held Jax for a little longer while he came back to earth, "would you like me to get you a snack?"

He shook his head, "I'm still stuffed from dinner and you."

You giggled, "alright then, sleep?"

He nodded and you moved down on the bed, Jax moving to lay on top of you with his arms wrapped around your body, "goodnight darlin."

"Good night beloved, I love you very much."

Fin

Your comments are wanted and loved!!

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emme’s 92sies review

@sparkedblaze I stole your idea because I was bored xoxo so here's my 92sies thoughts, with occasional running historical commentary:

okay having max do the intro was genius, he's a perfect introduction

they're on the horace greeley statue that's cool (editor of the tribune) (left, came back, died) (yer a nerd, emme)

kloppmannnnnn my guy

we really ditched the cowboy bit in livesies huh

max: *smack*

mush is RIPPED

god I love skittery and his relationship with race so muchhhh

ooh christian did a little dance- kind of. he twirled once. love you babe.

I actually love the 92sies lyrics and I know that's an unpopular opinion, but they're so funny

christian bale was either high or drunk whilst filming this and that's a fact

morris is older. fight me (not you, @noxexistant, I love you. just blaze.) (IM KIDDING IM KIDDING)

race's jokes are funnier here just because max casella looks like he's having the time of his life saying them

"must be from brooklyn"

no way my guy just counted all those papers that quick

I love how jack just straight up mocks davey,., like bro that's not how you get a bf

PULITZER HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS HE HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS (at this point, pulitzer was nearly blind because of health issues. we love to see historically accurate choices)(or I do at least)

that is how headlines worked, actually. stealin from the competition, stealin again

GUESS WE BOTH GOT AN EDUCATION

yessssss 92sies les drink that beer

why does every fight scene look like it's from a cartoon

davey's such an asshole. I adore him.

medda I love you but literally every part of your casting and story in this movie is wrong and makes me mad

davey: -and our friend

jack: fucki- excuse you??? since when

sarah's so prettyyyyyyy and not interested in jack at all

this version of santa fe is like,.., sweeter. I'm pretty sure I've fallen asleep to it before

oop except for the dancing bit. forgot about that.

HELP WHY IS THERE A HORSE AIN'T NO WAY FRANCIS SULLIVAN KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A HORSE

Imao oscar imitating kid blink

are you outta your MIND- racetrack higgins, 1899

look at davey being the voice of reason and then immediately doing a 180 after making eye contact with his crush. proud of you bro

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

boot's lil solo is the best and so cute oh my god

dentondentondentondenton

you're just gonna let your little brother walk into the world with a guy you met a week ago????

jackie boyyyyyyyyyy

dominic lucero has my entire heart. he does everything with a grin and enthusiasm I,,, *brb sobbing into my pillow*

..they are throwing hundreds of dollars in papers away like it's confetti

NOO CRUTCHYYYY

iS tHaT dAvE hEyA dAvE

cartoon fight.2

gabriel damon is like a literal child and he is doing the absolute most

THE CEILING FAN TRICK YES BUMLETS (I take it back, dominic is still doing the most) 

every word out of crutchy's mouth makes me want to hit a brick wall (affectionate) 

bro sarah's gay and thinks you're an idiot

ON THE GROUNDS OF BROOKLYN YOUR HONOR (-my favorite part of the entire movie)

I love that gabriel and max seem to be actually friends, despite their age difference. that was definitely the reason people started seeing sprace.

denton seemed to care about davey, at least a little bit, which is interesting to me, because he seems to only care about the other newsies a little bit. I feel like it’s a sees himself in him deal.

don't hide under carriages kids

they would not let him use a very expensive printing press as a bed. I refuse. I’m in denial about it. 

RALLY RALLY RALLY

spot conlon is an icon

do I have problems with medda? yes. do I think the swing is kind of cool? also yes. 

jack, you’re an idiot 

NO DAVEY LOOKS SO HURT STOP IT

the jokes weren’t funny I took the money my friends from home don’t know what to say

there’s no bill and darcyyyyyyyy. sad times. 

this version of once and for all is too slow and boring. sorry not sorry.

90s CGIIIIII FOR THE WIN

I feel like this version of the strike has gone on for like three minutes, not two weeks, but that’s fine

pulitzer and jack are both approximately two years old shouting SHUT UP at each other

look at all those kids (is this reality? meh. hundreds to thousands of kids did show, but that seems like overkill)

the goveaNAH

why are all of the jacobs crying??? they’ve known this guy for a month at most???

oooo carrying the banner’s backkkk (again, these lyrics are better, you shall bury me on this hill)

bro he came back and the first thing out of his mouth was davey come over here. gay.

oh hi denton

YES SPOT BE THE KING THAT YOU ARE RIDE THAT CARRIAGE

and then they got a happy ending. so cute. 

okay, okay, so. cinematically? the movie needs some help. it wasn’t very planned out, and it’s clearly a disney movie at some points. 6.5/10

historically? they did better than I remembered. certainly better than the stage production. my biggest issues lie with medda and probably jack himself. 7.5/10

musically? I like their carrying the banner, king of new york, and santa fe a lot. but most of these kids weren’t professionals, which does give the stage production a better quality. still, they worked with what they had. 7/10

overall? I adore this movie. I really do. I’m going to be honest, though, and say 7.5/10

okay I’m done now because it’s midnight. I’ll post this tomorrow. byeeeeee

#newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #spot conlon #sprace #race x spot #manhattan newsies #david moscow #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack x davey #christian bale #crutchie newsies #crutchy newsies #crutchy morris #les jacobs #kid blink newsies #1992sies #newsies 1992 #emme’s bad ideas

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Super Mario Wonder's Badges

So one of the new features of Super Mario Wonder is the Badges, which can create effects on the gameplay from adding new active movement options, passive abilities, or what seems to be challenge badges to add some spice to easy areas. Keeping the rest under a read more to not be obnoxiously long.

Speculating, perhaps there is 9 Active Badges (7 Confirmed), 9 Boost Badges (6 Confirmed), and 6 Challenge (speculative name) Badges (2 Confirmed). As it seems to fit nicely in the grid like that.

It also seems like there's an auto equip feature with Prince's Choice, probably picking the recommended badge for each level.

One other thing is the fact that the badge is worn by Prince Florian, and it changes his Idle animation, to show the icon of the equipped badge.

While I can't confirm this is the case in the course, in the badge menu, Florian's picture changes to show the equipped badge, or none, and those reflect the colour and shape of the badge type.

But something I am sure of is the petals that appear when a badge's effects trigger. Active Badges produce a orange petal effect, Boost Badges a blue petal effect, and the Jet Run challenge badge produces yellow-purple petals. (Invisibility does not produce any petals, but I feel that would defeat the point of the badge if it did.)

The remainder of this post is the badge icons matched up with their descriptions.

Parachute Cap – "While in midair, press [R] or shake the controller to open your hat and float slowly downward."

Wall-Jump Climb – "Jump against a wall and then press [A] to jump straight up once."

Dolphin Kick – "While underwater, press [R] or shake the controller to unleash a brief burst of speed." The Direct also reveals that this badge can smash through breakable blocks, though I'm unsure if that is still the case if you are Small Mario, as rolling into bricks in the 3D titles while small does not break them.

Floating High Jump – "Jump higher than usual and momentarily float." So like... Luigi physics with Peach's Glide? This one wasn't shown in the Direct actively, and I haven't spotted a point I can conclude is this badge equipped.

Crouching High Jump – "Crouch and charge up power to jump higher than usual." Looking at the video footage, it seems to take about 30 frames (at 60fps) to charge up the high jump, so about half a second of holding down.

Timed High Jump – "Time consecutive jumps just right to jump higher than usual. You'll even jump high on sand." The explicit wording of this has me wonder if the previous two high jump badges don't work as effectively on sand.

Grappling Vine – "While in midair, press [R] or shake the controller to launch a vine that can grab a wall." I'm not sure if there is a max range on the Grappling vine.

Coin Reward – "Earn coins for defeating enemies." Is this just regular coins? Not purple ones?

Auto Super Mushroom – "Start a course with a Super Mushroom power-up."

I don't know what this one is called, nor what effects it might have. It was never selected during the Direct, and it wasn't one of the showcased badges. It's barely visible as a badge sold in a Poplin Shop. I did notice some Wonder effects had timers on them, but I don't know if this has any relation to that.

Safety Bounce – "Bounce out of pits, lava, or poison swamps just one time per fall." During the Direct, we do see the Safety Bounce's effect. When activated, it produces a trail of blue petals, until the holder touches the ground again. It might be showing that the badge's effect is spent for this fall.

Sensor I don't have an in-game description, but the narrator says it "finds important items". It seems to be tracking the purple 10 coin, as earlier on, we see collecting it creates a small display of 10 coins in the level to collect, like Star coins in earlier entries.

Coin Magnet I don't have an in-game description, but it draws in nearby coins. We see it working on purple coins, and the icon shows regular coins, so I think it's safe to say that it works on both types of coins.

Jet Run I don't have an in-game description, but it seems to force Mario into a constant run, as well as giving him more air time after running off a platform.

Invisibility Sorry that I don't have a cleaner version of the icon, it was never shown without what appears to be a "New Badge" exclamation mark icon. It causes the player to be completely invisible. Though I can't be certain of the invisible player's position, the shelled enemy is shown to curl up and roll at Mario earlier in the direct, so it seems to prevent enemies from detecting you, sort of like the Goomba mask.

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[astyrial]

memories to be made minho x newt (meeting) prompt: first day word count: 800 warnings: memory loss masterlist | requests are open written for minewt weekend @minewtweek part 2

    a rich natural smell runs through newt's system. he can't pinpoint just where he recognizes it, but it fills his lungs. his heart beat rests at a comfortable level as he feels the grass beneath his palms. it's both soft and itchy, irritating his mind. newt's cheek rubs against the ground beneath him as well, and for a second he wonders just where he could be. 

  how did he end up there? where did he come from? and the most vital question swirling within his brain is.. who is he really? newt's heart quickens, the sudden realization that he doesn't know anything past his first name. newt.

  he quickly opens his eyes, a forest staring back at him. it's fairly thick, supplied with low hanging limbs and thick understory covering the ground. newt's eyes narrow at the woods, but he can't quite see anything else in the darkness. his hands push off against the grass flooring until he's on his feet. it feeling as though it left an indentation in his right cheek. 

  his hands flip over to show markings of blades of grass embedded in his skin. his blink a couple times, his slender fingers pulling at the grass. how long had he truly been there? the teenager's brain fills with more questions, ones that he couldn't answer no matter how hard he thought. 

  newt bites his lip for a second, turning around to see if there was more forest. instead he sees a green plains and other people laying awkwardly on the grass. some are standing up, waking up other boys that newt can't seem to recognize. he takes a step towards them while his eyebrows furrow. his eyes narrowing at the bright light wherever it was coming from. 

  but when his eyes finally focus he can see a large structure a couple miles away. it's straight across besides a large chunk in the middle missing, vines running down what appears to be bricks. "hello?" his own voice echoes through his head as he looks out towards the other people who happen to be awake.

  the three boys look over to see him, their hands either crossed or on their hips. however the one that sticks out the most to him is the closest one. his hair is jet black, his skin a rich tan. newt's breath hitches slightly upon seeing his fairly muscular arms nearly hidden beneath a tan shirt rolled to his elbows.

  "another one has finally risen. minho, you mind telling him what's going on?" a figure stands towards the back, his arms crossed in front of his shirt. 

  the black haired boy, now named minho, nods, his eyes never falling from newt's. before newt can do anything, minho is already making his way over, a smile on his face. "i've been forced to hang out the two of them for the past hour, great to have someone else around," he holds out his hand, and newt takes it, a small shock occurring between the two of them.

  "yeah, where are we?" newt questions, his eyebrows furrowing at the boy in front of him. 

  "sorry to be the bearer of bad news but none of us know, the only thing any of us can remember is waking up here. and our names, which if you could tell, my name is minho. and it appears to be some box with a maze, an opening on each side," he looks out at the rest of the boys sleeping in the grass. 

  he sighs, unsure whether this was some elaborate dream or he truly lost every memory he could've had. "wait, a maze? like a giant maze?" newt instantly thought that someone was playing a trick on him, sending him into a coma or something. 

  minho nods, his eyes flickering between newt and the brick walls. he sighs before returning his eyes to newt's, "yes, i mean nick hasn't gone through it and i don't know if i wanna be the first... but we can't do much right now. what's your name?"

  "i'm newt, would say my last name if i ever think of it," newt purses his lips, an intense feeling of dread filling him, "do you ever think we'll get our memories back?"

  minho leans a little, trying to decide if he wanted to be brutally honest or sugarcoat the situation. instead of doing either, he simply wrapped his arm around newt's shoulders and starts leading him to the other boys, "i think we'll make a lot of memories together regardless."

  minho looks over at newt, giving him a smile that made him feel a little less worried about their situation. a little less worried about what could possibly happen to the two of them. sadly the two of them could never see their futures coming…

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