#emberly speaks

[sporadicthingcollection]

Hey, I noticed you are under the influence of Buggy’s clownussy (me too). Do you have have any headcanon for him?

I mean, I might have a lil somethin somethin. lemme see here...

also plz never say clownussy again i already had to have this talk with my irl bf about clenis and i'm getting sick of it

Buggy Headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

SFW (◡‿◡✿)

True blue bisexual, but leans ever-so-slightly towards women. There's just something about boobs, man. Can't explain it.

He wasn't born with the nose. It just kinda happened over the course of a few weeks when he was really, really young. Or so they told him, anyways. Not like he remembers.

Surprisingly attentive and romantic when he's not overthinking it. Unfortunately, he's always overthinking it. He shoots himself in the foot and ends up not doing anything.

A really good partner dancer! He's not doing any soft-shoe routines, but he can whirl and twirl with the best of them. Get him a little sloshed beforehand and he might bust out some fun Chop Chop-assisted moves.

Show him unconditional love and he's yours forever. Leave, however, and you're marked for life... in theory. He'll howl at you until he's blue in the face if he sees you again, but smooch his cheek again and he'll quite literally collapse into a thousand pieces.

NSFW ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Very inconsistent sex drive. A bang here and there if he's not hyperfixating on someone, but when he is, not even masturbation will cut it. He needs you.

Trims a little bit down there when it gets itchy, but it's mostly unruly curls. Smells musky in a pleasant, masculine way.

Below average length cock, but nice and t h i c c. Fully intact. He hisses most deliciously when you ease his foreskin back.

He's a very noisy lover. Whispers while he kisses, grunts like a boar while he fucks, whines like a dog when he cums. Snores like a beast after.

Doesn't matter how leisurely a lay it was, he is winded afterwards. Needs either a good night's sleep or a solid-ass nap. Take this opportunity to cuddle the fuck out of him.

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#thanks for the ask! #Anonymous #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece live action #fan fiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #emberly writes #emberly speaks

[urbanflorals]

here is an excerpt from my writing today!

callum's pov btw

also um yeah meet Emberly and Earley.

Earley lives in a two-storied home that seems its straight out of a fairy-tale mother tells Addiline and Lorelei. It’s a white wooden home with vines creeping up the walls, the windows are thrown open each with a small box of flowers hanging from them. A picket fence wraps around the house with a path that travels through the yard connecting the rows of plants. Butterflies float around the garden in harmony dropping to land on flowers and the flying off again when they’re satisfied with their work. A gentle breeze floats through the air and the smell of fresh air and rain hits me – this place smells like Aurelia.

Earley directs us towards the small gate underneath an arch leading us into her home, but the second we step foot in her garden the butterflies freeze, and a high-pitched shriek emits from them as they hurtle towards us. The once gentle breeze picks up to a deadly pace and whips around us caging us in, the clear sky suddenly darkens, and we’re trapped in an air storm that’s closing in on us quickly. Leahla screeches when a butterfly touches her and she lifts off the ground, gripping onto my arm with surprising strength. Aurelia is calming looking about, not showing any signs of panic or care as her hair is whipped into a frenzy, in fact it seems like butterflies are just landing on her and resting.

Earley and Emberly both turn around with frowns on their faces. Earley’s directed at the butterflies and Emberly’s directed at Leahla who is still making noise.

“Oh enough already,” Early scolds to the butterflies, she waves her hand towards them all and the arm walls vanish, and the butterflies move away from us crowding Earley as if she’ll protect them from us. “Yes, I know they aren’t from here,” she says when one of the critters starts chittering in her ear. “That shouldn’t bother you dears okay? Just go back to work, I’ll make sure to leave out extra water for you tonight.” The insect just bobs in the air for a few more seconds before fluttering off taking the rest of the swarm with it.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I forgot about my little friends, they can get quite hostile when new visitors arrive.”

“You think?” Julias mutters to himself so quietly I can barely hear it.

Earley spins around. “Yes I do think that. Next time you wish to say something under your breath you may as well say it out loud, no point in mumbling.” Julias’s face turns red. How did she hear that? “As I was saying, I’m sorry if the Airnts scared you. Sometimes they have absolutely no boundaries.” She sends another scolding look at the flittering insects.

I look back over to the swarm of butterflies and realise they aren’t butterflies at all. They’re small little human like creatures with wings and crystal-like skin. They’re small hands gently tending to the plant they’ve landed on before flying to the next one, laughing with each other and playing with the wind the control.

“So they’re like human bugs?” Julias asks disgust clear in his tone.

No one liked that.

Leahla swats him in the arm. “Are you kidding me Julias? Shush!”

The lead Airnt that was squeaking in Earley’s ear, shrieks loudly at that and sends a large blast of air at Julias sending him flying onto his ass, to the Silent Court and Earley’s amusement.

“They are not bugs, they are Airnts. A word of advice Mr Julias, don’t call them bugs again, they won’t take it nicely.”

“Couldn’t you just stop them?” Avena speaks up.

“I could – but if he insults my Airnts again it’s not that I can’t stop them, it’s that I don’t want to stop them.” By the time we’ve reached the first step I realise that was the second time Earley heard something she couldn’t have.

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its def unedited btw

@nqds @skeelly (sorry for dragging u into this lemme know if u want me to stop lol)

#ems writes #the silent court

[tincan-tophat]

@indigos-shits-and-giggles

So um, long story short, I was thinking about your hatchet clan AU and then I realized that technically speaking, smelly balls could be a warrior cats name. Then I got carried away and made a clan for all of the musicals sooo…. Uh. Here you go i guess

Hogclan:

Leader: Bumblestar (Dumbledore)

Deputy: Snakepelt (Snape)

Medicine cat: uhhhhhhhhhhhh

Warriors: Wolfmoon(Lupin), Blackpool(Sirius Black) Fernbloom (Quirrel) Hollystorm (Molly Weasley) Rainbowfur (scarfy)  etc.

Apprentices: Lightningpaw (Harry) Redpaw (Ron (his name is redvine when he grows up)) Frizzypaw (Hermione) Gingerpaw (Ginny) Tinypaw(Draco) Finderpaw (Cedric) Tallpaw (Goyle) Crabpaw (Crabbe(I know, so creative))  Ravenpaw (Cho)

Rangerclan? Galactic clan? Idk

Leader: Halfstar (Up)

Deputy: Smallfang (Taz)

Medicine cat: Hollowhead (February)

Warriors: Bugshell (bug) Cleversight (Specs) Haystack (Tootsie noodles) Metalpelt (Megagirl) idk what to name Junior but I think it would probably have “weed” in it. I also don’t know what to name krayonder

Superclan??? That sounds dumb.

Leader: Batstar (batman)

Deputy: Super… cat???

Medicine cat: UHHHHHH

Warriors: Greenlight (Green lantern) Flashspeed (the flash) Fishtail (Aquaman) Hawkflight (hawkman) etc.

Apprentices: Robinpaw (Robin)

Desertclan:

Leader: Crookedstar (The sultan)

Deputy: Twistedwish (Ja’far)

Medicine cat: Someone. Probably.

Warriors: Duskshout (Captain of the guard),  all of the other citizens.

Apparentices: Moonpaw(the princess)

Sithclan????? Idfk at this point

Leader: Blackstar (Pappy)

Deputy: Skywalker (Ani)

Medicine cat: not even gonna try.

Warriors: Silvershine (Tarky) Jadeskip (Mara) Emberheart (Emily) Jay…jay? (J.J.)

Fireclan (formerly Duckclan):

Leader: Mudstar (Jemilla)

Deputy: Fireblaze (Zazzalil)

Warriors: Berryblossom (emberly) Specklesight (Keeri) Duckspirit (Ducker) Smellyballs (Smellyballs) Clumsyfoot (Shwoopsie) Skytail (Tiblyn) I don’t care if it doesn’t fit the naming conventions, chorn is staying chorn.

Elders: Bloodystar(Molag)

The deatheaters and rogues gallery would both be rogue groups, the bug kingdom would be… dogs? I guess? Or maybe they’re like those cats with the long ass names idk it’s been a while since I’ve read the books.

[ellievickstar]

A Court of Little Shadows (Chapter 3) 

Warnings: None just Ember being unnaturally scary for a teenager and scaring the living crap out of the high lords

Previous chapter: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The two weeks that the inner circle was around flew by fast which consisted of meeting upon meetings upon meetings of discussing about the meeting Roth the high lords. Despite the fuming sentries, we all decided that it may be beneficial for us to attend. We would be introduced as under The Night Court, in a way I would be their lady, not High Lady. The sentries despised the idea but y understood that in terms of safety this was important. 

I had only a few hours until after, Mathew had helped me braid my hair, cauldron bless him, and I kicked him out after to change into my chosen dress, simple, not a ball gown but one that reminded me that I was still a child, still only thirteen years old. It was modest and it was a shade of dark navy blue. 

Her dress because I am lazy as frick :D

I had selected my closest sentries to follow me, except Marcus, he drew the short stick and had to stay. He looked as if he was about to kill Renee considering the fact that she gave out the sticks since she was going to stay home anyways. 

“I know that look,” Mathew muttered as we exited the wards and glamours if the court, “You’re anxious, you don’t know what’s next,” I glanced at him as I just sighed. Not an answer, not a proper one at that but the message was clear, I just needed time. 

With the help of the winged sentries, we managed to fly pretty well. Mathew flew on his own, Noah carried me. Grey and Elliot was going to shadow walk to the palace to check for others, they would warn us if there was danger. 

By the time we got there Night, Day, Dawn, Winter, Autumn and Summer had arrived. I only vaguely remembered what happened to the Spring Court and the Night Court besides some questionable alliances with High Born on the Spring Court’s end, since I hadn’t paid attention during that meeting. 

“Who are you,” One of the Autumn Court Lords demanded. Elliot and Grey who were in the corners between the shadows stiffened and casually reached for their weapons. 

“My name is Emberly Black, High Lady of the Shadow Court,” I tried to be as poised and as gracefully as I could but I could not help myself and fidgeted with the hem of my dress. “The Shadow Court is a myth and even if it were real it would belong to the Night Court,” The Lord hissed, he looked to be one of the oldest so I assumed that he was Eris. 

“The Night Court has signed agreements that the Shadow Court is their own to rule, they fend for themselves and they have a small territory, they do not belong to the Night Court and The Night Court was sworn to secrecy until they wished otherwise,” Rhysand quickly explained. He must be desperate to be so polite. “And how old is she?” The High Lord of the Winter Court, Kallias stared at me, his eyes narrowed, a soldier assessing it’s new opponent, most of the courts did.

“I honestly have no clue why you have to ask him when I’m standing right here, I am 13 years old and my mother died when I was a child, I can rule my court just fine and yes I can peer into your minds like the Night Court, it is honestly so easy and for you to be centuries older then me you need practice,” I rambled, annoyed that they would try and speak of me like I am not there. That was when the High Lord’s stilled. The whole room stilled as the Hight Lord of the Summer Court asked, “And how old were you when she died,” “Five, I saw her die at the hands of a High Lord, or at least my spies did,” I answered simply. 

All the High Lord’s glanced at the Autumn Court, the Night Court and the at me again. I just shrugged before creating a chair out of thin air and sat down. Well not exactly thin air, I used my powers to make one out of shadow. They gawked at me like some creature. Mathew growled at all of them, he knew what does stares meant, they glanced at Mathew, then Noah, the rest of the shadow warriors and then to all the shadows at every nook and cranny. “

“Oh don’t worry I don’t need spies for meetings I’m in but I am going to advice you that no matter what you do I’ll always be able to know because you cannot go somewhere where there is no shadow,” One of the peregryn guards swore softly as everyone was silent, I tilted my head slightly and smiled, a chill flooded the room. No, I was not a monster to feat, but if I wanted respect, I needed them to fear me, regardless what they believed. 

“So,” the Thesan, High Lord of the Day Court, Elliot had schooled me before we came here, “Why do you need this meeting Rhysand?” 

Rhysand cleared his throat, “Surely the invading armies landing on our shores explain enough.”

“So you called all of us and her,” Helion, High Lord of the Dawn Court, challenged, a pointed glance at me, “to do what exactly? Raise a unified army,” I ignored the exclusivity and the clear passive aggression.

“Among other things,” Rhysand said mildly, “We—,”

Then the whole world stop as as fast as lightning, Tamlin, The High Lord of the Spring Court, ally of Hybern, I last heard, winnowed into the chamber itself.

tag list: @moonfawnx @bankerfrog @younxii @hideing @flightlesslittlebirdie

A/N: Do you love Ember as much as I do? And please give me your opinion on her and Mathew, cause best friends to lovers is aMAZing also I just realised that it’s peregryns not pagans. Please ignore my humble mistake. I really want to add more drama :D

Next part is out now!

#mor acotar #acotar #acosf #acotar fandom #rhysand #inner circle #azriel shadowsinger #a court of war and ruin #a court of silver flames #a court of silver fire #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and embers #the night court

[judastarkid]

emberly and grunt messed up words with each other because grunt used to be from another tribe and they have accents!!!!!!! they cant quite understand each other’s unique words like their names and painting and spitting stuff out!!!!!!!

#im rewatching firebringer with my roomie and it hit me #i speak #starkid #firebringer #emberly #grunt

[la-mariposita-de-palestina]

Rewatching Firebringer :)

Drum go badumbadumbadummm

Girls go eeeeeeeeeeeee

MOLAG MAH QUEEN TELL ME ABOUT MY PRIVILEGE!!!

Her dancing when they say “just as they will”

I love her so much

Mmmm babies

She’s so pretty..look at her all confidence and leaderishness

I like how they avoid saying Smelly Balls name just for the joke

THE DUCK MUST NOT BE ANGERED

*lifts her leg* dancing

Every time I see Tiblyn I get sad lol

Yas Jemilla 💃

Emberly my precious girl

He’s so mad awww

IT SPEAKS CHORN SPEAKS (or sings or whatever)

Ducker my dude chill

Cue Molag..the lier we love

I want to hear tales of the War Master

Tiblyn babyyyy you deserve the world

Most relatable panic face I’ve ever seen

I love when they just stop mid sentence like nope not yet.

PEANUTS IS THE SQUIRREL WHO MURDERED HIS FAMILY AND HE THREATENED THE GUY THAT CAUGHT HIM IN HIS POCKET THAT IF HE DIDN’T FEED HIM AND MAKE AN EMPIRE IN HIS NAME HE WOULD DESTROY HIM AND EVERY APOCALYPSE ON HATCHETFIELD IS A TIME HE WAS SLIGHTED AND HE RESETS TO GIVE THEM ANOTHER CHANCE. I’m ok moving on

*Stops the music*

Ooh

*breaks into song*

the way she clings to the air ahhhhhhh I love Lauren Lopezzzzzz

Lets be honest Keeri and Zazz were cute

“I’ll reinvent the human race, and shove it in Jamilla’s face“ best line

the sun slander in this musical is astronomical. ok bye

IS SHE WRONG. WE MAKE STUFF SO WE CAN DO LESS STUFF. YAY (its more complicated than that i know but like shmer)

Part 1 of Keeri adopting stuff

WELCOME TO THE STONE AGEEEEE (ft Keeri in the background trying to figure out of she’s going to die)

I need context for SM thinking a lion befriended a baby piglet....please

SB encountering any adversity “cOwArD aahhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Chorn=Groot Chorn=Alien Deity Groot=Alien Deity

*mosquito*

The squirrel tie... Shwoopsie murdered Peanuts’ family and now he reigns supreme in Hatchetfield waiting to exact his revenge on humanity.

Tyblin deserves the love of aN Alien Deity and aN angry caveman. She deserves it all.

*casually lays hand flat on rock waiting for magic hand touching moment of romance* *falls in love* *freaks out and tries killing him* *sing a song*

so wait is it moss?

*cue sad music*

“I’m like the rabbit“ I can’t breath

THEIR VOICES. I LOVE THESE COLLEGE KIDS THAT ARE CLEARLY NO LONGER IN COLLEGE.

They’re so cute.

Duckers voice, he’s def high on something.

HE IS LORD. DUCK IS LORDDDDDDDDD. HE IS LORD LOORD LORDD DUCK IS LORDD

OH TYBLIN BABYYYYY. AHHHHH. I LOVE HER. 27 YEARS. BRO.

“no.” OY SHE IS THE MOST SPECIAL PERSON ALIVE SHE IS WONDERFUL AND PRECIOUS AND SELFLESS LEAVE HER ALONE.

I want to know all the tribe members backstories.

OUCHIEEE

“Don’t be mean to Lauren“ no truer words have been spoken.

snarl is so scary, tell me all a-f*cken bout him

so elegant. so refined.

Jaime needs to sing more, so does Brian, and I want to see Tiffany again.

nom nom

Zazz right there is me on my period. And that quick getting up when you hear something atrocious that angers your very soul. yea.

*angrily kisses*

Tyblinnnnnnnnnnnnnn my girll ahhhhh

“BAABBEE“

I love Jamilla.

the songs in this musicalll

*woosh*

Ow

hahah “time is frozen naowww”

so wait Chorn disappeared cuz she was in her spaceship shooting lazers to make fire...whats SB excuse.... dun dun dunnn

“not quite sure how“ me.

starkid is blessed with song.

“stops the music“

would u look at that... the power is getting to her head and she’s doing what Jamilla used to do...I’m sure someone analyzed the f*ck out of this musical. I’m too lazy to find it or create my own cohesive thoughts tho.

“I did it for you Zazzalil“...foreshadowing their romance??? tbh I wish there was more, maybe they could have made her controlling seem more protective than bossy.

Me when Covid happened and I moved away

*cue the beautiful boi Clark*

and THATS how Jamilla died, she followed a stranger and got eaten.

they’re so cute.

*sigh* oh Grant

Grant is precious and must be protected

I LOVE THIS SONG.

he’s so cuteee

i thought the cat meant something else when i first saw it but ok...

“she doesn't even go here“

Grant noooooo

are you okay SB?

see. i love her. so. yea.

what if i tried something new and it

BACKFIRED

When Chorn is mad at you you know you did a Shwoopsie.

I want to be held in Clarks warm embrace when I doom my society.

so the Watchers with a Thousand Eyes are also the Neanderthals who all married Jamilla and the slaves of Blinky,,,, okay

I want Clark to get rid of the people in my life that I don’t like...

I want a family that makes sparkle sounds and glow every time they leave a room.

DUETTT OF QUEENS

He a soft murder boi.

Keeri adopting things part 2

the offstage voice that sings is the best thing known to man.

CHOOORNN

can someone draw Grant with arm feet?

*sings with a heavenly voice, claims it isn’t God*

Wait I want to know what they are saying on the ground....

DUCKERRRRR SHATTTAPPP

That proposal is actually amazing like yea we don’t agree but like what I gave you a chance? and it’s cuteeee

Uno Reverse Card

squeee, that was nice.

#rewatchers1000 #firebringer #my post #covid #i mention it once and some people are triggered by it so im just tagging just in case

[luninosity]

Chapter 5 of Ember & Serenity up now! (Has it really been since October last year? In my defense, Character Bleed ate my brain.)

In this chapter: some sharing of information, and some of you were probably right about a villain... (Also Ember’s still-theoretical future niece is almost definitely named Penny.)

Read at AO3 here! Teaser below...

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Chance, in the breakfast room, had made tea and found the end of a loaf of rye bread and some goat’s milk cheese and a few more apples; he was sitting on the corner of the table, swinging a leg with deliberately casual poise, when Ember and Serenity came in. His eyes took in Serenity, dressed in Ember’s shirt, and Ember’s slowly building embarrassment. The swallows in the wallpaper swooped, entertained. “Tea? Sugar, or not? I think we’re out of milk.”

 “We’re not,” Ember said. “It’s in the back of the ice-box, in the pantry. You just weren’t looking.”

 “Oh, well, obviously I wasn’t.” Chance held out a teacup, the final one of the outrageously expensive blue-and-gold enameled set; their father had broken most of those in fits of petulance. “I’ve been trying very hard not to look at certain things in the last few moments. Someone explain how that happened, before I have to explain my brother’s decisions about bedroom partners to any royal ministers.”

 Serenity took the teacup and put a decent amount of sugar in. Chance gave him an approving nod.

 Ember sat down heavily in the chair closest to his brother’s legs. Chance handed him another teacup—the last ruby one, with the chipped handle, and no sugar—and waited.

 “I told your brother you wouldn’t like what I have to say.” Serenity perched on the broad arm of Ember’s chair, a message about allegiances and also about not being tied down. “And that, as you put it, happened because we both wanted to. And it was splendid, and it will most likely happen again, in case your ministers would like to know. Shall we get to the terms of our sharing of information? I want some assurances, first.”

 Ember shifted, opened his mouth, subsided. Guilt nibbled along his bones and kept him quiet. He drank some tea instead. It was very hot.

 “I’m open to negotiation, generally speaking.” Chance waved a piece of bread and cheese grandly, a king leaving crumbs for accidental emphasis. “Start with what you want, aside from my brother.”

 Ember winced.

 “I do want your brother,” Serenity said. “I…enjoy his company. Leaving that to one side, I would like protection from any retribution, both from the client in question and from the Crown. I would like your promise, with documentation to prove it, that no one will send guards or wizards or soldiers to toss me into some sort of prison after the fact. And I want to be free to leave. Whenever there’s a ship bound for Alba. Passage arranged by you, naturally.”

 He was delicate and pretty and young, dressed in Ember’s borrowed shirt; he was built of brazen self-confidence and sharp experienced eyes, sipping tea from a king’s mismatched teacup. He had not asked for money or personal gain; he had asked for security and for freedom to go. Ember was baffled by him and delighted by him and abruptly overcome by a swell of want for him, an aching desire to kiss him or put arms around him or kneel at his feet.

 I do want him, Serenity’d said. About him, Emberly Lyon. Unflinchingly. To Ember’s brother and King.

 “Most of those should be possible.” Chance slid the tea-tray over; Serenity picked up some bread and spread goat’s cheese atop it, unhurried and leisurely. “The ship will depend on the captains themselves and their schedule, though we should have some wool shipments coming in next week, and I expect at least one merchant trader would be happy to take you along with stores of salt and mead and woven carpets, upon departure. Protection…I’m hardly planning to do anything to you, given that you appear to be making my brother happy, and—”

 “Is that a condition? My freedom will depend upon his pleasure?”

 “Not at all,” Chance said. “Only pointing out that you’re in fact already sleeping with the person who’s the best equipped to protect you. I told you we can’t afford any regular guards. I would, however, prefer that you not steal from anyone else, while you’re here.”

 Their eyes met, sparkling green and calm hazel, across teacups.

 “I’m here,” Ember grumbled. “Do I get an opinion?”

 “That depends,” Chance told him promptly, “on whether you’re thinking with your…happiness, let’s say. How are you at being a bodyguard? Protective magic?”

 “You certainly get an opinion.” Serenity set down the teacup just to take Ember’s hand. “Heroes often have them. Though your choice of taking a thief you’ve just met to bed might not inspire confidence.”

 “I’m beginning to think it was an excellent choice,” Chance said. “Would you like a job? Some sort of, oh, chief negotiator or representative for dealing with local guild masters on my behalf.”

 “Ah, but you can’t afford to pay me.”

 “I’m pretty good,” Ember said, “at protective magic, concealment and misdirection and shields,” and his brother caught his glance, and it was Chance who looked away and then back up, awareness of their shared past visible in his silent apology for momentary doubt.

 “Very well, then.” Serenity picked up the teacup again, eyes flickering between them, taking in emotions. “Ember will protect me, and you’ll provide me with written assurances regarding immunity, and safe passage as soon as might be reasonable. And on my end, I’ll tell you everything I know about this particular commission. And about magic, though I truly don’t know much. Mostly what everyone knows. But that’s everyone outside of Lyonheart, of course.”

 Chance looked briefly surprised by the last point, having not been privy to discussions in Ember’s rooms, but nodded. “And you also won’t practice your profession while you’re here.”

 “Which profession?” Serenity widened eyes at him. “I’m an exceptional cartographer, translator, dancer, knife-thrower, courtesan, acrobat, and judge of fine jewelry, cosmetics, and fabrics, particularly in terms of how well they flatter a man’s backside.”

 Chance outright laughed.

 “I’ll promise to not accept any proposed commissions here on your island,” Serenity said. “In my other profession. Will that do?”

 “I think so,” Chance said. “Ember?”

 “Oh, I do get an opinion…”

 “As my magician and my brother,” Chance said, serious now under the teasing, a king with a trusted advisor, “yes.”

 Ember exhaled. He still had Serenity’s hand in his; he slid his fingers down to encircle that slim wrist. Harder, holding on; Serenity did not flinch, only smiled slightly.

 A prickle of shared sensation hummed and sang. A susurration of sea-salt and cherries, a distant murmur of sun-warmed stone and billowing pleasure.

 “I trust him,” Ember said. “Not around the crown jewels, if we still had any, but when he says he’s telling the truth, he means it.”

 Serenity’s smile grew. “You did, in fact, trust me with your crown jewels, as it were.” But his expression was pleased, even a bit startled: Ember believed in him.

 “I’m so thrilled you’re finally enjoying yourself,” Chance said, to Ember. “And also thrilled that you’ll vouch for his honesty.”

 “Honesty might be going a bit far.”

 “How dare you,” Serenity said lightly, and slid down from the chair-arm to land squarely and weightlessly in Ember’s lap. “Insulting my honor. After we’ve had lovely discussions about preferences and popped corn.”

 “You stole a book from me and then told me I owed you a favor!”

 “Don’t you?”

#ember and serenity #my fic #original fic #fantasy

[copperbadge]

I grew up with Ed Emberly's kids. One of my favorite books of all my childhood is The Wing On a Flea which is a book about shapes. I have had it since the 50s. It is a dream of mine to get him to sign it. I will now have to search for these books of which you speak.

Oh yes! I love Ed Emberley’s work, and the Big Drawing Books are the best. Orange is my favorite because it’s got all the halloween art AND the tigers in it, but I’m saving it for after we’re done with Big Purple and the Purple Cow. 

#Anonymous

[shootmethroughmyhead]

I think I finally figured out what bothers me about Firebringer.

Admittedly there's a lot that bothers me about Firebringer, but I'll focus on the one thing that bothered me for the most and longest, and finally figured out today.

Now... this isn't a hate post or rant or anything. I know Starkid worked hard on Firebringer and did their very best, I acknowledge that and respect it,,, but there's problems in Firebringer I don't want to ignore and want to talk about.

Controversial topic... Jemilla and Zazzalil's relationship. Yeah, I know. Feel free to unfollow or scroll past but I really do need to get this off my chest.

There's the half where people absolutely love the ship and think it's amazing, and then the other half where they aren't a fan of it..... and I'm on that side. Jemilla and Zazzalil's relationship always had rubbed me the wrong way, and I never knew why until now.

There' no development. I know I know, "They're cavemen, they don't care about development in relationships!1!1" You're probably right, maybe cavemen only had sex and had no romantic feelings. I wouldn't know, I dont know if there's any evidence or proof to say so.

But Starkid never goes for realism or 100% accuracy. Like, why stop there? Why draw the line at that? I wouldn't care that there was no development if there never was any in the musical... But there is.

I loooove Grunt and Emberly, adored them. They're sweet dumbasses, I fucking love that shit, they're the physical embodiment of "pure of heart, dumb of ass." They're kind to each other and genuinely seem in love,,, but it bothers me that they get development.

Why. They aren' the main characters, the story isnt about them. Why do we get to see THEM start a relationship and see it grow. We get two songs about them and, I don't know, like 20, 40 minutes of them on screen together fleshing it out? Why couldn't that go to Jemilla and Zazzalil?? Why didn't we get to see them develop the same way Grunt and Emberly did? Yeah, we get a song, but I never got the same feeling or vibes as J did with Just a Taste or Paint Me.

Maybe its just me. Maybe I completely miss the romantic tone and vibe in the one song they have to set their relationship up. It's possible, but why not make it clearer? It's totallt possible I'm just stupid, but reading the lyrics and listening to the song I don't get the vibe. I don't get the feeling that it's THAT song. Everytime I watch that moment, I never get the feeling I did like I did for Just a Taste/Paint Me.

It just makes me think of two people, who once disliked each other, hell even dispised each other, had to overcome it and work as a team to save the people they love, their village, qnd get to understand and even appreciate other. Like, I thought this was the moment they were finally going to become friends and respect each other and come to care for each other!!

I thought that scene would of played out like Jemilla seeing how being risky and trying something new can actually be good and even necassary to do things and advane, and Zazzalil begrudely respects and even thinks it's cool to think and plan, and being rational and level headed. But that never happened, and then they ended up together, very randomly???? I never expected it, I never saw it coming. I was thrown in for loop, exactly like how jarred I was with the whole Chorn reveal.

Their relationship felt like it was added in afterwards. Like it wasn't given the same amount of time and work like other parts were. We get to see the other characters grown and change and development in their own ways, but we never saw that in their relationship. We get to see in Grunt and Emberly, but they weren't the focus of the show. They were just a side plot until it got intertwine with the main plot. Which is another thing that bothers me, the plot. It's messy, (not that it's always a bad thing, all Starkid shows are a little messy, like TTO for example), but it's kinda too messy?

Like Chorn's reveal with no set up or without a single clue, Molag constantly breaking the fourth wall to speak with the audience, the jokes in the middle of something going on that aren't always progressive or moving the plot along, just there for laughs. Grunt and Emberly's whole love story. Like, why was it even in the show? Was it to add more time, more script, was the show too empty, was ot just to break up the main story? Take Grunt out and the show would of gone exactly the same, this time Snarl would take a villager and not an outsider. Like I said I absolutely adore Grunt and his relationship with Emberly, but the show could of gone on without it and nothing would of really changed. Jemilla and Zazzalil could of had that time.

I guess it's disappointing, especially to me, that Starkid's first show that had two main characters that were WLW didn't get to properly develop it's relationship, while the straight relationship does.

I'll probably edit this properly in the morning, but yeah that's pretty much it. Tell me what you think. Yell at me, unfollow, agree, whatever. Good night,, love y'all 💕

#just a simple minded gay's writing #theres a lot of talented people who worked on firebringer and i be stupid to not see that #but like #theres just too many things i cant overlook #i wrote this at one in the morning now its six but i dont wanna edit this yet #firebringer

[sporadicthingcollection]

do you think buggy would let me squeeze his tits? i just wanna play with them a little

(hi it’s char aka vgilantee. we can reply from sideblogs but still can’t send asks…)

o hay gurl! 👋

Buggy absolutely would let you squeeze the tiddies. He'd pretend to be annoyed by it but he'd be basking in the attention at the same time.

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Buggy's bending over to pick up his trousers when you come up behind him. Like a sloth draped over a branch, you lean against his back and let your arms dangle, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades. Your feet leave the ground and you put your full weight on him.

And then you start groping his chest. Long squeezes, short squeezes, squeezing with each individual finger, grabbing the sides, the middles, dragging your fingertips along the hair.

"Can I help you?" he asks.

"Nope." You keep squeezing.

He'd let you continue your ministrations all day if he could. Knowing you love his body so much is quite the confidence boost -- not that he needs it, but appearance is the one category that seems to be consistently lacking. The fact that you think he's a catch is all that really matters.

But his back is starting to hurt. "C'mon, I got stuff to do." You don't let go. He tries to shake you off, but still you cling. "Fine, be that way."

He straightens up. Instead of sliding off, you go from a sloth to a koala, still clinging to his back, still groping his chest.

He sighs. You're in that kind of mood. Getting dressed is going to take forever.

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To the "Curious Courtship" Masterpost | To the Mastahpost | Tip Jar

#thanks for the ask! #emberly speaks #lovebugcody #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x reader #kiss marry kill #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece live action #fan fiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #emberly writes #smash or pass #the curious courtship of buggy the clown

[malocclusions]

anyway of course emberly and grunt don't fully understand each other, they're from different tribes and don't speak quite the same language/dialect.

#firebringer #starkid #tinyatext

[writersblock2point0]

Twilight, Alec LS. Seeing Nightmares (Chapter 24-25)

Hey guys! Sorry for the long ass time to update. I’m on spring break right now, and I’ve had some time to myself. This is a little shorter, but I’m getting there! 

This is set about two years after the last chapter. 

Chapter 24

-Isadora POV-

It’s been almost two years since me and my brother’s birth and we now look about ten. My mom and dad are mates, as they’ve finally decided to get married. That was within a few days, and my mother was a nervous wreck. I tried many times to console her, try and get her to talk to me, but she just shoos me away and I find myself with Jane.

Aunt Jane was the best person ever! She always did my hair, told me funny stories about the other vampires here in the castle, and she didn’t mind playing dolls and tea party with me. We also looked alike, which I loved, because I admired her greatly. Eli says that I am a wannabe, but I’m not-I couldn’t be Aunt Jane, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t get tips on being a ‘true lady’ from her-or Heidi, but that’s a different type of lady.

“Mother’s worrying again.” Evander whispered quietly, both of us are pressed against the door, hearing our mother’s graceful feet pad against the wooden floor of her room. After our powers were shown to the three masters, Aro gave us each a gift-our own rooms. Mine was across from Jane’s. Evander and Eli shared a room, mostly just because they always wanted to be together. Their room was the last room down the hall.

“We should leave her be.” I whisper, glancing at Evander’s worried eyes. I took his hand, knowing he’s always been a little more soft hearted than Eli or me, “She’ll be okay-I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” Evander asks once we got down the hall, and turned to enter his and Eli’s room. Eli was sitting on their bed, back against the headboard, reading a large black book.

“Dad said she was fine, just normal wedding jitters.” Eli sighs, sounding bored and not at all concerned about our mother.

I placed my hands on my hips, cocking my hip and narrowing my eyes at him. “You aren’t worried?”

“Nope.” He replies, flipping a page.

I growl, “Meanie.” I muttered as I walked out, leaving the two buttheads to themselves as I walked down the stairs, quiet as a church mouse, stopping when I heard my mother’s name. Pressing myself against the stone wall, I peeked around the corner to see Felix and Demetri both conversing with Chelsea.

“She’s been in her room all week.” Chelsea says, her voice light and quiet as she looks between the two. “She’s worried.”

“It’s her wedding.” Demetri rolls his eyes with a shrug, giving her a smile. “She’ll ease up after they say ‘I do’.”

“Not about the wedding.”

“I’ve noticed her...reluctance to feed with us.” Felix comments, making my brow furrow, what did that mean? Mommy wasn't hungry. So what if she stayed in her and Daddy’s room?

“I think it’s because she’s not showing a power...she thinks Aro is going to get rid of her.”

“But Alec wouldn’t allow that.” Demetri says, and I feel myself nodding. Yeah, neither would I, nor would Evander or Elias.

-Emberly’s pov-

I paced my room, one of Alecs silky black shirts around my shoulders. The collar was pulled up and I took long breaths of his scent, making chills run through me as I turned and paced the room some more. I was restless, and I wasn’t hungry, I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t think.

Alec wasn’t here, as now that I was a vampire and didn’t need 24 hours worth of protection and nourishment, he was back to his regular duties of the castle. I usually spent my days reading or playing with my children, but I haven’t seen them for a day or two.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom, maybe a steamy bath would help? Get some candles and roses? I turned on the water, turning it to the hottest temperature possible before gathering some roses and and placed small red candles around the bath and shut the lights out. I got my Iphone, putting it on the doc that Demetri got for me for a small little ‘newborn’ gift and hit the ‘bath time opera’ playlist I had.

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven played, Nov. 14 ‘Quasi Una Fantasia’ to be exact. It was beautiful and I slipped off my clothing while locking the door. It felt nice, even though the water didn’t feel that different. I closed my eyes, smiling as my body and mind relaxed. It was silent for a moment before the door bursts open. I jumped up, covering myself as two guards came in, their faces covered by their cloaks. They didn’t speak, only stalked towards me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, backing away as they grabbed my arms. “Let go of me! Stop!” They dragged me out, and I was thrown to my knees in front of the three masters. My body was wet and I was dripping on the rug, my hair in my face as I struggled to get free.

“Emberly, child.” Aro says, and I look into his eyes. They aren’t red, but black. Completely black, as if he had black holes inside of his head. He’s smiling, his mouth splitting his face as his head tilts to the side. He steps forward, reaching out to hold my face with long claw like hands, however they were dripping with blood. Why?

“A-aro?” My voice won’t work.

He holds my head up, “We told you Emberly.” His smile seems to get bigger and the room is darkening. Shadows dance on the walls, and whispers are around me. His hand forces me to look to my left, and I see a pile of mangled bodies. I make out the faces of my children, and of Alec. They’re bloody and lifeless. I feel a sob rake through me. “You will lose them. All of them. They’ve left you, Emberly.”

I’m taken to the dungeon, and I was thrown into a cell and chained to a wall, it was cold and dank. The door shuts with a loud thud, and I can hear them. The voices, the laughter. The sound of scurrying along the stone walls. I can see them. The black figures walking and crawling around, stopping and staring with blood red eyes.

“Alec!!” I scream, my voice breaking as I forced the name out as loud as I could. “Elias! Evander! Isadora!” I keep calling but they aren’t replying. No one is there, no one is helping. I hide my face in my knees, holding my body as I sob and shake.

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Chapter 25

“Emberly?” The voice is far away. I squeeze my eyes shut, not watching the shadows dance. “Emberly!” Hands are on my shoulders, shaking me.

My body is jerked, and on reflex I open my eyes as see my own reflexion. Alec was standing beside me, his face twisted into pure confusion. I blink, my chest heaving with unnecessary breaths. If my heart could beat, it would be at a dangerously high level. I hold my chest, not sure what is wrong with me. I look at Alec, his eyes never leaving me as he holds his arms out, as if he was waiting on me to collapse.

“Alec?” I asked, seeing he was alive, and perfectly fine in front of me. The image of him dead, along with my children was horrifying.

“Did it happen again Dove?” I nod, closing my eyes and allowing him to lead me to the bath. “It’s not the wedding that is making you upset, is it?” I shake my head, and the sound of his sigh hits me before the tuft of air that left him does. “You should not worry. You are my mate, you do not need a power.”

His hands are quick at bringing the robe off my shoulders, and I feel it fall to the floor. He mouths at my shoulder, teeth scraping along my skin. His arm wrap around my waist and pulls me close. “Dove, you must relax.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“The children are worried.” His voice is hushed in my ear, “Everyone is concerned, even the masters.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes, I doubted they were worried about me. He pats my hip with his right hand, “Come.” He gets me into the bath and starts to take off his own clothes. I look away from his body, not wanting to stare. He slips in behind me and holds me to his front. I close my eyes, letting my mind wander as the music picks up a happier tune.

He ran his hands over my shoulders, pressing into my skin gently. Being a vampire was so strange. On one hand, it made everything more enhanced, and on another, it seemed that nothing was able to cause me pain unless it was another vampire. If I were human, the amount of force Alec uses now would bruise me. Now, it’s almost like he isn’t touching me hard enough for me to feel him.

He places a kiss to my neck, “Dove, I promise you.” Tingles danced down my spine, and I sigh, looking down into my watery reflection.

“I’m sorry.” My voice was weak, throat raspy from lack of use. I hardly spoke to anyone, save for Alec and my little ones. I felt like no one would understand if I told them how I felt. I was not showing a power, which bothered me. The Volturi are known for the vampires having abilities. All useful abilities. What use am I to the only family I have if I do not have a power? I do not want to be a burden, and I do not want to make them weak. I want to be useful. Alec says he understands, but I feel that he doesn’t. Not really. He’s been one of the prise guards and assets of this coven for over a thousand years. He’s always been one of the most respected and highest members, so how could he understand?

“Hush,” Alec’s spoke in my ear after a long silence, arms wrapping around my waist to pull me back into his chest. The water lapped around us, the heat dull but somewhat there.

“I didn’t say anything.” I answer, turning so my head rested under his chin.

I feel him smile, “You were thinking too loud.” I hum, closing my eyes and allowing myself to drift off into an almost sleeplike state. Alec purrs, vibrating under me as he holds me closer. I’ve come to know that when Alec does this, it is a way for him to be affectionate, but also his way of trying to relax me and keep me content. A vampire thing, one I never really understood. He only purrs when we are together and alone, in a setting such as this.

#Alec #Alec Volturi #Volturi story #fanfiction #twilight #oc #Alec x oc #jane #fanfic

[garygoldsteins-archived]

4//Tedgens

drabble challenge + i’m too sober for this

in which ted promised he’d sing with henry at karaoke night, but then emma does instead and even though it’s 100% ted’s fault, he still hates it

“No. I’m not doing that. Henry, look at me. I need you to look at me right now and understand that I’m not doing that. Absolutely fucking not.” There was a certain determination to Ted’s voice: The determination he always spoke with. The kind of determination that could only be achieved through years and years of bullshitting your way through everything.

Emma, ever the believer in calling Ted out on his bullshit, really did try her best. “Dude. You literally promised him you’d s–”

“Pretty sure your table’s over there, Emily,” Ted said, turning his attention away from Henry to Emma, offering her one of his famed, clearly fake smiles. “Be a babe – and fucking move already.”

But Emma’s table was not over there. She had arrived with Ted and Henry, and she was honestly tired of seeing them bicker already. “Come on, Professor. If he’s gonna be a coward, I’ll do it. I will do the singing.”

“Thank you, Emma!”

And what was Ted supposed to do about that? Let them know that he had always planned to go up there and sing karaoke with Henry? No way! He was gonna handle this like a man. “Whatever!”

He didn’t know what he had expected. Maybe he had hoped that Henry would insist on singing with him and not Emma, because that was what they had talked about in the taxi on their way here. Not that he was picky. He also totally wouldn’t have minded if Henry had just turned her down and stayed at the table with him instead.

But no. Henry just had to get up and leave him at the table, all alone. Who did that? Who left the people – the friends – they had gone out with? For kara-fucking-oke? Unbelievable.

The only good friend at this entire bar was Ted himself. He was gonna watch their performance. Hell, he was even going to enjoy it, because he knew Henry was a good performer and he wouldn’t just miss out on seeing him in his element.

They were good. Better than anyone else Ted had seen get up on that stage tonight, anyway. He clapped as they finished their song and as they made their way back to the table.

But then Henry threw her arm around Emma’s shoulder and laughed.

“Oh fuck no,” Ted whispered under his breath before his so-called ‘friends’ returned to the table. He was pretty sure this counted as betrayal from Emma’s side and he didn’t care if she agreed or not.

Henry was the first to speak. He had a spark to him that wasn’t there before, Ted noted. “What did you think of that, Ted?”

“What I thought of that?” He repeated. It was widely unnecessary as he had clearly heard what Henry said, but he still felt a need to confirm. “What I thought? I thought… You know what? I think, I’m too sober for this. I’m gonna go grab a drink.”

“Hey, can you grab me a–”

One of the good thing about bars was that if you walked fast enough, you could block out your night out partner stealing fake friends, as they ask things of you and then legally pretend it’s really because you didn’t hear.

After ordering a single glass of whisky, Ted decided he was gonna sit by the bar for a while. Alone. Or at least that was the plan until he felt a hand on his shoulder. A quick look would reveal it to be Henry’s.

The older man took the seat next to him and Ted offered him a nod.

“You are aware that you could just have gone sing with me, right Ted?” Henry asked, before gesturing for the bartender to refill Ted’s glass. “It would have been… quite lit.”

Sometimes, he regretted it when he left Emma alone with Henry. Today was no different. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’m not a fucking idiot,” he said, trying his best to soften his words. “Did Emberly tell you to say lit?”

“Emma. And yes. She did. Did I use it right?” Henry asked. Ted decided not to answer and after a few moments of silence, Henry seemed to realize how it was gonna be. “But there’s still time, Ted! The night is young and we have plenty of time to get a number in together!”

“No. No, no, no no. I’m an appreciator of the arts, not a performer. I’m fine just observing from here,” Ted knocked back the rest of his whisky. He suddenly wished he hadn’t forgot about the refill Henry had gotten him. “And besides, I wouldn’t want to make Erin feel bad about whatever the fuck it was she was doing just now. It’s fine.”

Henry didn’t say anything for a while, then sighed. “What if I buy you another drink first?”

“Sold.”

#pls be gentle with me i am out of writing practice #is it possible for me to write anything where ted is not a fucking idiot? #the answer is no but that's hardly my fault #tedgens #me realizing i can't write hidgens: okay but what if emma was there too #Anonymous #emmelie writes stuff

[astreakofgay]

two words: Firebringer Reloaded

everyone in their normal clothes while doing all our fav scenes and songs

zazzalil with lauren floof, her fav boots, and a cute dress just like in spies reloaded while singing and dancing the work song will be the cause of death of many many fans

jmills in meredith’s clothing, but she MUST be in a crop top it’s just not right otherwise

keeri in denise’s adorable wardrobe but keeps her cute buns

schwoopsie but it’s just jaime with her hair half assed tied up

our sweet dorky emberly is pretty much just rachael anyways, but it would be fun to see her in rachael’s skirts

Smelly balls, ducker, and grunt are all pretty much unrecognizable in jeans and casual shirts until the boys speak using their voices

Clark can do what he wants tbh, but he has to have his shirt off it’s very important

no one changes or alters their clothes during the performance, audience just has to figure out on their own which characters the actors are playing at the time, which will be far more interesting if we are missing some actors

no puppets, just lauren walker growling convincingly at everyone and joey pretending to be an elephant

really the only change i would want is A FREAKING JAZZALIL KISS WE WERE ROBBED

#firebringer #starkid #lauren lopez #jazzalil #mine #guys this is the most brilliant idea ive ever had #just imagine it #it would be the best thing ever #feel free to add on with any ideas you may have

[judastarkid]

art i need to see (and can't draw bc bodies are hard)

jemilla getting a piggy back ride from zazz

esther with her girlfriend and her girlfriend's boyfriend (playing clue is preferable)

grunt with a prosthetic leg (knee down)

emberly with hearing aids

trans schwoopsie

Sherezade telling a story to a group of younglings

i am desperate for paul and emma doing the "both? both. both. both is good" gif from El Dorado (bc they're BI BOYOS)

#starkid #i speak #tin can bros #tcb #firebringer #solve it squad #tgwdlm #twisted #the guy who didnt like musicals #zazzalil #jemilla #emberly #schwoopsie #grunt #esther #emma perkins #paul matthews #sherezade #god someone please do the both thing

[christmascass]

Betrayal

Prompt: “I want answers dammit!” 

Emberly belongs to @sweetlesforgum (I hope this is alright!)

There was an eerie silence that filled the room, which was amplified by the echoes of Alfred taking care of his duties somewhere in the Manor. 

Jason paced the room calmly, occasionally looking at his family who sat on the couches and chair. 

“I want answers dammit!” Jason finally said. They all shifted, wondering who’d speak first. Stephanie pretended to be distracted by her own reflection, Cassandra began to whistle and even Duke began to twiddle his thumbs. Emberly sat sandwiched between Dick and Tim, who also pretended not to understand Jason’s frustration.

“Regarding?” Damian said. Jason slammed an empty box on the table in front of him (that he had put there for dramatic effect). 

“I’m the only one who knows where my stash of snacks are. So how did this box magically become empty?” Jason said. 

“Jason,” Dick began.

“Don’t Jason me, I try and I try with this damn family and what do I get in return?” He waves dramatically in front of the empty box. 

Emberly’s face grew red, and her eyes began to ping pong between the box and the rest of the family. She hid her crumb filled hands and chewed some gum to rid of the scented evidence. She could never tell Jason the truth. 

“And somebody tried to bury it? Unreal guys.” Jason said. Cassandra gulped, hoping her shoes didn’t track any mud from the yard.

“I don’t have time for this. Call me when Todd is done having a breakdown.” Damian said leaving the room.

She loved Jason, she truly did, but there was a certain rush she got whenever she took candy and snacks from his stash that Tim had originally shown her. From then on, she’d smack on taffy, chocolate and even gummies and would pass them around to the family-even Alfred. 

“Jason, whoever did it is very sorry. I really don’t like seeing you upset like this sweetie.” Emberly said sweetly to Jason, who immediately calmed down at the sound of his girlfriends voice. She got up and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Now, stop this Jason and let’s have a good day, alright?” Emberly kissed his forehead lovingly which calmed him down even more. The tension in the room lifted and everyone began to breathe again. 

“Alright, but only for you.” Jason said softly. He kissed her lips this time.

“Is that my gum Emberly.” Jason said.

Everyone ran. 

#batfam #jason todd x reader