#playing arouns with my style

[cluepoke-archive]

Creatured

#lays down on the floor #im so tired why is art not enjoyable raghhh #o7 #ispy.png #alt colours for my fursona and playing aroun with diffrent styles

[f10werfae]

Hottie By the Bar

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Word count: 1,024

Summary: Y/n catches the eye of a familiar man by the bar, which can only end in her favour

Warnings: none

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Burning. That’s the only way to describe the feeling in my throat each time I down another shot of straight up vodka. The girls and I had decided to go out tonight to celebrate Grace's 30th birthday, a brilliant excuse for us to get absolutely wasted.

The atmosphere of the night club had me feeling all sweaty and clammed up, my blue skin tight mini dress may as well be melting into my skin.

“Alright girls, one more round of shots then we hit the dance floor alright?!” Stacy shouted over the loud music, holding her shot glass up in the air. With one final countdown, all six of us had managed to down it in seconds, all of our faces contorting with the strong taste.

“HERE WE GOOO” Lacey shouted, already drunk out of her mind, she grabbed my hands instantly starting a chain of links between us as we all got up together.

With all our heels clicking against the floor, my hair flowing behind me, bar the few hairs starting to stick to my neck due to the sweat.

“THIS IS OUR FRICKING SONG GIRLS” Lindsey said with her hands in the air, all of our hips starting to sway to the beat, our hands running up and down our bodies. Within moments the adrenaline had gotten to me and I had found myself out of breath, with the way us girls were dancing together you’d have thought we were in one massive relationship.

“Hey Y/n, that hottie by the bar keeps staring at you” Grace said wiggling her eyebrows at me, a drunken smile playing on her lips as she stepped back from me.

Shaking my head at her, I turned to look at the bar to see a pair of eyes staring at me, their dark hair styled messily. He sure was hot, no doubt about it.

Sending me a smirk, he turned back towards the bar, bringing his glass back up to his lips.

Feeling the alcohol start to take its affect, I left the girls on the dance floor and headed towards the bar, sitting on the coincidentally empty seat next to this fine man.

Sitting beside him, my chin rest atop of my palm as he turned to look at me.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl?”

“I don’t see why not” I said giddily, watching as he ushered for the bartender to come over with the move of a finger.

“A (favourite drink) for the lady please, put it on Evans”

“What a gentleman” I said smirking back at him

Sipping slowly on my new drink, I felt his hand brush away the hair over my shoulder, “You sure are one fine piece of art”

“I could say the same for you, you’re really sexy” Yep I could tell I was already drunk, but who cares at this point

“Oh you think i’m sexy yeah?”

“Mhm, now come dance with me” Stumbling to stand up, I felt his hands ghosting over my waist as I pulled him by his bicep to the dance floor.

With my hands around his neck, his hands holding onto my waist protectively, his head dipped into the crook of my neck. Our hips grinded and swayed together to the beat of the song, wandering touches were definitely felt here and there.

“You are so f*cking gorgeous”

He whispered into my ear, his lips placing the tiniest kisses on my neck, his arms going up to let me swirl around.

The smell of our sweat and perfume filled the air in an intoxicating way that left us both wanting more. Interlacing his fingers with mine, I felt the coldness of his wedding ring, looking at it only made me smirk even more.

(Time Skip - The Next Morning)

A pounding headache was definitely expected when I woke up this morning, feeling confused and dazed I looked to the time to see I had slept in already to 11am.

A strong arm was placed around my waist, the memories of last night placing a sweet smile on my lips as his cologne filled my nose again.

Turning around in my bed I turned to look at his face, his eyes already open looking down at me, his fingers dancing lazily over my naked figure.

“You were so hot last night baby, got me all bothered” Chris said, his hands now caressing my face.

“Not my fault my husband was busy sending me bedroom eyes by the bar” I replied back cheekily, his deep chuckle sending vibrations through his chest.

“I thought the agreement was that us boys would stay away from you girls, let you celebrate Grace's birthday, huh?”

“Well you know I can’t stay away from you” I whispered back interlacing our fingers once again, our matching wedding rings glimmering in the morning sunlight.

“God the way you were dancing all up on me, had me going feral bub”

“Yeah well, i’m hoping you got your fill last night, because my body is absolutely aching” With a groan, I tried to raise myself up out of our bed, the throbbing pain below definitely being noticed.

“Come on let’s go shower and get some food into us” Chris said getting up easily, still in his birthday suit, walking over to my side of the bed and picking me up into his arms easily and into the bathroom.

“Wanna shampoo my hair please” I asked with my arms wrapped around his torso, my head still banging from last night.

“Of course honey”

“How the hell are you not hungover” I asked confused, seeing as he was just going about things normally.

“Well baby, I wasn’t the one downing straight Vodka, I can actually hold my alcohol. Plus someone needs to look after you”

“Hey I can hold my alcohol, but thanks that’s pretty cute I guess” I said embarrassed, feeling his fingers start to massage into my scalp, before he lifted my head up to pull me in for a passionate kiss.

“Cute yeah?”

“Yeah whatever just keep kissing me Evans”

“look at you getting all bossy Mrs Evans”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans oneshot #chris evans rpf #romance

[mcytblrconfessions]

a Few months ago i had a dream where i was watching tiktok highlights of a Vlog tommy did in a trampoline park (again) with ranboo phil and tubbo Except all of the tiktoks were Just compilations of him Absolutely eating shit. he scorpion'd himself like 7 times and missed the trampolines and fell on the concrete floor or the Edges more often than not. this was all while his hard knock life cover rFrom the renovating stream played mockingly in the backg4round (i was not normal about that minute and a half of audio at the time). 💔.... this was hilarious to dream me But when i woke up i went onto his youtube channel Bc i Thought he had broken a bone and gotten hospitalized . he didnt but i remember rthis dream vividly bc he looked like a gmod ragdoll glitching out it was very impreseive . i have More dreams abiut him getting hurt Looney Tunes-Style during vlogs tjan whar is probably normal but i think its funny to go to sleep and rhen start seein g tommyinnit fall off a slide and hit the ground so hard he bounces like that one gibby gif (the only portion i remember of another dream i had). my brain saikd tommyinnit the kinda guy to have a piano fall on his head and then have little stars🌟 fly arouned and Tbh Based

#cc: tommyinnit #dreams #confession

[mitsukatsu]

Thanks for the tag @0nelittlebirdtoldme 🩷

1. Are you named after anyone ?

I was named after a princess, born in a galaxy far far away 😌

2. When was the last time you cried

I don't even remember what I did yesterday soooo idk

3. Do you have kids?

Ew children. No, and I'll never have them

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot ?

No🙄

5. What sports do you play/ have played?

When I was very little I used to dance. But now i mostly do musculation, cardio..you get it.

6. What's ghe first thing you noticed about people?

Their hair first, then facial features and style.

7. What's your eyes color?

Brown

8. Scary movies or happy endinds?

Definetly scary movies.

9. Any special talents?

I can whistle while doing a R sounds. Oh and I can draw so that's pretty neat.

10. Where were you born?

To the country of wine and cheese 🇨🇵

11. What are your hobbies?

I enjoy reading and drawing (ofc), watching movies...cooking too, sports is fun to do

12. Do you have pets

Yes, a Shar-pei and he's the cutest baby boy ever.

13. How tall are you?

Probably arouns 167 cm? Idk how tall this is in feet, maybe 5.5? Idk

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and Arts obviously lol

15. Dream jobs ?

If I can lives of my passion which is yo draw, I'd be happy

Thanks for the tag again !! I'll tag a few people but whoever wants to do it, pretend I tagged you @flutteringphalanges @vivimanga @ihrinmunteanu

#tag game

[mhaynoot]

tbh im a little drunk so indont know what chapter im on

if evil, why hot? no but he donates to dog charities and loves dogs huh huh? how could you make him so kskskfkf he's even more my type now slfm mr red flag im rooting for you!!

moondae already unblocked see! and accepted a call too heh so cute their development is suprising

btw i caved at arouns chapter 120? to read the manhwa and its so much easier to understand what is happening now HAHAH the visual imagery of the web novel um im not sure if its because of it being translated or just my mental picturing being very admittedly weak, but i could never quite grasp what exactly is happening when the narration is trying to describe uhh certain dance movements and especially the MVs were very ambiguous to me but i managed to piece it together using reference points to the song moods and concepts and comparing it to other kpop songs and stages ive seen. having it visually shown through the art was enjoyable and so nice and easy in comparison hahaha

in terms of art, i admire the consistency and neat linework, the character expressions are very cute and visually appealing. i think the framing and pacing matches the novel really well. although personally i dont really like the style but thats preference. everything is pretty stellar.

anyways mmm i wasnt expecting the part about his parents, i thought the arc was handled well and it led to a nice development with not only cheongryeo but also ryu chongwon

hmm its getting a little reptitive with rather small stakes at play that don't really increase my feeling of tension? because moondae always comes in pre-emptively to solve the issue and sometimes its handled too easily and maybe its because im a little recency biased with reading orv but i think the tension despite the "death" punishment doesn't feel very present

like i know moondae is supposed to be a very calm individual but i think external pressures at this point feel a little too easily waved so i hope to see many more internal and interpersonal tensions that are difficult to resolve will pop up soon like what happened with ryu chungwon

i hope its not as quickly resolved in one or two chapters again though because it's getting very, like i said, repetitive

hoping to see character development please! the cast is very large but besides the character archetypes they've been playing, i dont really feel a sense of connection between a lot of the members but im hoping thats on purpose by the author and its to reflect moondae's current feelings

#dodlr #lots to write here #drunk ramblings

[rookie-critic]

M3GAN (2023, dir. Gerard Johnstone) - review by Rookie-Critic

What a way to start off the year. M3GAN was massively impressive from an FX angle. M3GAN, the titular android doll that serves as the film's antagonist, from what I could tell, was entirely practical. The filmmakers uses a combination of a real actress, Amie Donald, in prosthetic makeup and an animatronic puppet to bring M3GAN to life, and it's intensely effective. M3GAN feels like a real character in a way that a CG'd version could just never achieve because she actually exists in frame with the other actors. Allison Williams and Violet McGraw's performances feel so natural when interacting with M3GAN because they were actually in the space with something tangible talking back to them. I am in no way anti-digital effects, the things that people like James Cameron are doing with that craft deserve an insane amount of praise for what they're doing, and I'm sure Williams and McGraw would have still done beautifully had they needed to do this Roger Rabbit style, but there's something about the dedication and craft of practical effects that give a movie an extra quality push. Speaking of McGraw, let's take a quick aside to appreciate her performance here. Child actors in horror tend to go campy, and while M3GAN's premise is undoubtedly ridiculous (more on that in a second), McGraw does an amazing job and her performance feels very grounded. I've been a fan of hers since seeing her in Mike Flanagan's The Haunting of Hill House show on Netflix (really I've been a fan of everyone in that show since it came out), and I'm glad that she is getting major roles like this one, because she is a real talent.

Another one of the great things about M3GAN is its ability to balance tone. This is truly a horror comedy and blends both genres to amazing effect. I will always be down for a film that understands how absolutely absurd its premise is, and will lean into it hard with a self awareness that is unparalleled. It's probably the biggest reason that I loved Malignant when that came out in 2021 (an apt comparison considering James Wan, who directed Malignant, produced and co-created the story for M3GAN). Movies like this work because they're goofy and don't take themselves too seriously, but at the same time they don't sacrifice their horror moments in service of the humor, and vice versa, with both often living in conjunction with one another in the same moment. Seeing M3GAN do a TikTok dance right before chasing down Ronny Chieng's character (a scene that I'm not considering a spoiler as it is one of the more memed moments of the past couple months) is both hilarious and genuinely unnerving, and this is due in large part to the fact that the film isn't really trying to present this moment as scary at all (although, I will say that it felt a little random and out of place).

My big complaint with the film, and it's a shame because the film works on so many levels, is that its messaging, especially in the first half, comes off less like a film warning against the dangers of letting artificial intelligence get out of hand and how parental guardians can find a healthy balance between technology and real-world interaction, and more like a film that just feels afraid of technology in general. It openly mocks parents who "raise their children with technology" and frequently casts a judgmental eye on our protagonist Gemma for allowing Cady, McGraw's character, to have unlimited screen time and... *checks notes* not allowing her to play with her very expensive collectibles because... they're just toys, I guess? There were honestly so many heavy-handed "technology is bad" jokes and jabs in the beginning section of the film that I thought my eyes were gonna roll themselves right out of my skull with how much I was rolling them. Again, it's such a shame that the film presents this incredibly bad and out of touch take as moral and right because, outside of that, I thought M3GAN was a great success. Thankfully, in the film's third act it does come more around to the sentiment of not allowing children to form an unhealthy or damaging emotional or physical need for technology instead of its earlier mantra of "parents who allow their children to breath on a smart device are bad," and it brings the film back to a place where I feel comfortable and confident in recommending it as a fun and quite impressive horror comedy. 2023 has started off an a good note.

Score: 7/10

Currently only in theaters.

#M3GAN #Megan 2023 #Gerard Johnstone #James Wan #Akeela Cooper #Allison Williams #Violet McGraw #Amie Donald #Jenna Davis #Jen Van Epps #Brian Jordan Alvarez #Ronny Chieng #Lori Dungey #Jack Cassidy #Amy Usherwood #Stephane Garneau-Monten #film review #movie review #2023 films

[grad604jonathan]

Second Draft 20 Elements Description

Canon Camera

The Canon 750D is a DSLR camera made by Canon, a famous Japanese company, released in February 2015. My parents bought it for me in 2018 for my photography class. It was a great budget to mid-range camera. It's important for my photography hobby, letting me capture and share moments. It's a reminder of my creativity and adventures, used in many places. It has enhanced my storytelling skills through creative digital tools.

Bible

This Bible, a black leather New International Version, was given to me by my parents after a Life Church conference in Auckland in 2017. It's essential for my faith and deepening my relationship with God in my Christian beliefs. It has accompanied me on mission trips, offering comfort and encouragement in daily life. It guides my values and understanding of God, strengthening my faith and teaching me about His characteristics. I also use it as a source of inspiration for design projects in my current church through bible verses.

Cross

The cross symbol's origin lies in Christianity, representing Jesus' sacrifice for our sins and his resurrection. As a Christian, my faith is rooted in this belief, influenced by my parents who are also Christians. The cross is a powerful symbol of love and salvation, frequently used in design to depict the free gift of life and a relationship with God.

AirPods

The AirPods, wireless earbuds by Apple, recently released the 2nd generation Pro series with improved sound and noise cancellation. I got them this year, upgrading from my 1st generation AirPod Pros. These earbuds are important for my music passion, aiding creativity in design and enhancing focus while reducing distractions.

Macbook

Apple's M1 MacBook, launched in November 2020, introduced Apple's Silicon Chip, enhancing overall performance. My parents gave it to me as a graduation gift, primarily for my design degree at university. This laptop is vital for my design work, serving as the main tool for creating designs, gathering information, and developing my creative skills through various tools and techniques.

Piano

The piano, invented by Bartolomeo Cristofori in the mid-1600s, produces sound when its keys are pressed. This Kawai instrument was purchased by my parents in 2016 when my brother was learning to play. I use it occasionally to play worship songs for relaxation and enjoyment. It holds significance because my mother used to play piano in church, and I aim to share my musical gift for worship. The piano's versatility in different settings and genres parallels my desire for my designs to adapt to diverse environments and be inclusive.

Wall Art

The wall art in my room features Bible verses and prayers, reflecting my Christian identity. Passed down by my family, these pieces remain relevant. They not only decorate my room but also serve as reminders of my intimate walk with God. Hanging them on my bedroom wall symbolizes my welcoming of God into my sleeping space, offering comfort and daily peace. Each wall art piece is creatively crafted, telling its unique story. Just as these artworks convey my intentions, I want my designs to tell stories and help viewers understand the meaning behind each piece.

Coffee

Coffee is my preferred source of energy when I need to focus and complete tasks, even staying up late for work. Its aesthetically pleasing packaging and design inspire my own design work. Coffee aids in reflection and relaxation during stressful moments, while also boosting creativity and igniting my thinking process.

School YearBooks

I treasure school yearbooks as they hold memories of each passing year, showcasing achievements and photos from that time. Yearbooks feature diverse themes and unique styles, effectively narrating a story through visuals. I aim for my designs to similarly create a memorable and appreciated history.

Flight Tickets

Aviation holds a vital part in my life. Being an aviation enthusiast, I collect flight tickets from my travels around the world, including airlines like Turkish Airlines, Air New Zealand, and Singapore Airlines. I'm intrigued by the varied ticket designs reflecting each airline's branding, including colour schemes and content. This inspires me, as a creative, to maintain a consistent design system across various collaterals, even in the smallest details like an airline ticket.

FindGod Stickers

FindGod Clothing stickers are merchandise from an online Christian apparel shop, FindGod Clothing, dedicated to spreading the gospel of Jesus in New Zealand through clothing. I received these stickers with my clothing purchases, and I'm constantly inspired by their slogans and Bible verses. Each sticker employs a distinct color palette and typography to convey its message effectively. These stickers highlight the importance of sharing a message or raising awareness through a portable format while enhancing communication with unique designs.

FindGod Clothing

FindGod Clothing, launched in September 2022 by two young adults from the same church, was inspired by a vision from God to boldly express their faith. I've purchased several pieces from their online store over the past year and enjoy wearing them, spreading a message of love to those I encounter. These clothes are significant as they reflect my identity in Christ and encourage me to live out my faith without fear, inspiring me to consider creating my own Christian apparel brand in the future.

Pick Jesus Necklace

I frequently wear the "Pick Jesus" necklace, purchased from a friend at my church as part of his Cambodia Mission Trip fundraiser. Its design resembles a guitar pick with the humorous "Pick Jesus" text. The accompanying Bible verse offers encouragement to both me and those around me. I appreciate its simple, minimalist design, which aligns with my own design style.

Old Receipts

I've amassed a collection of old receipts from various stores I've visited. I'm captivated by the diverse typography and the layout of content on each receipt. These receipts serve as memory triggers for past purchases, ranging from inexpensive to costly. They also aid in expanding my understanding of composition and offer a glimpse into historical design trends.

Product Design Books

I have a collection of design books gifted by a family friend when I was about to start studying design at university. Although I wasn't sure about my design path, he gave me product design books. These books continue to inspire me with material choices, patterns, abstracts, and forms. They not only influence my graphic design work but also introduce product design principles into my projects, offering a new perspective and creative insights.

Birthday Cards

I have an archival box that I store items that holds dear to me. Inside includes hand written birthday cards that I have received from friends and families. These collections of Birthday Cards has emotional connections to it and it conveys the feelings in an artistic way and humours way.

Device Packaging

I'm a tech enthusiast and avidly collect packaging and boxes from the devices I've purchased. The diverse packaging designs from different companies, like Apple's clean simplicity or Oral B's busyness, fascinate me. I appreciate the various forms and sizes used to make products user-friendly and accessible. These packaging designs inspire me to think creatively and prioritize the user experience in my UI and UX design work.

Seashells

I'm an outdoor enthusiast who enjoys visiting the beach to collect unique and beautiful seashells. I'm captivated by the distinctive shapes and patterns of each shell. Many of these shells were gathered at Mairangi Bay Beach a few years ago. They serve as decorative elements, shaping the overall ambiance and aesthetic of my room. They also inspire my creativity by showcasing how natural elements can establish the atmosphere and style I'm aiming for.

Button Phone

The white Samsung button phone, released in 2012, features a tactile number pad and a small non-touch LCD display. I received it during a mission trip to Turkey, where personal smartphones weren't allowed. I appreciated the satisfying clicks and responses of the number and navigation buttons. Its compact form factor included essential tools. This object encourages me to reflect on and appreciate nostalgic designs of the past, inspiring me as a designer to create unique and different approaches to modern designs with a focus on tactile and intuitive user experiences.

Music Sheets

Music sheets accompanies the instrument and the musician to play a music piece. Music sheets are significant to me as it helps to learn and play Worship songs at church or at home during my own time. It's a supportive item to help what I needed to achieve. It helps me to get the tempo and rhythm correctly as the song intended to be. It helps me as a creative to have a systematic approach and finding tools to help and support me with my overall design idea.

[jjrentacar]

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[unknownamoeba]

all small beasts should have bows in their tails!!!!

#sketch #my art #little my #moomins #playing arouns with my style #and everything #also woah drawing for yourself is so nice #1k????? #Woah #OOOOOOO: #THANK YOU

[bokuroskitten]

Okay so my request. 🥺

Poly relationship between Ushijima x reader x Bokuto. Reader feels super neglected due to both of them having super busy volleyball schedules. Of course she knew this when she started dating them. But she still gets lonely and needy. Both himbos don’t realize it due to them being well himbos. It’s not until they notice her clingy to a player from one of the teams who gives her attention. They confront her and she breaks down and spills her heart out to them. They give her the long awaited attention she needs. Can it possibly be smut please? 🥺🥺🥺

I hope this is everything you’re looking for love. Thank you for requesting and sorry it took a couple days. Please, enjoy. ❦

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢

〈You know Bokuto and Ushijima are busy men, but the longer you’re away from them, the larger the ache becomes

〷 This piece contains haikyuu time skip spoilers 〷

❈ genre: Angst/Comfort, NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

❈ warnings: anxiety/insecurities, Poly Relations (Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Ushijima Wakatoshi), size kink, dom/sub dynamics, make-up sex.

It wasn’t like they were ignoring you on purpose. Bokuto and Ushijima would never do such a thing. Usually, they were so good at giving you all the attention you needed, checking up on you and asking about your day even after long practices or games.

But things had gotten really busy for your two boyfriends as volleyball season was back in full swing. Playing for the Japanese national team left little time for leisure, leaving you to an empty house that usually was always filled with Bokuto’s laughter or the sound of Ushijima’s rock music. Your days were filled with checking empty group chats, rushing home to make dinner only to find you were the only one eating it, and barely managing to stay awake when the front door finally opened.

It was starting to be too much for you. And you needed them oh so badly. Some night you tried wearing Bokuto’s shirt with your fingers buried deep between your thighs only to find they weren’t long enough to reach your good spots. Or you’d call out Ushijima’s name louder and louder hoping it would bring you closer to a high but it always fell flat.

You started to give up from frustration, actually felt yourself avoiding mirrors or even their touch. You didn’t deserve it, didn’t want to see. Maybe they were doing this on purpose, maybe this was their way of telling you that you weren’t enough for them anymore. Maybe there was someone else, prettier and younger and more bubbly.

There was that one pretty girl who was always conveniently at their practices...

The thoughts began to weigh on you. Made you feel like in your little house of three you didn’t really belong. But you weren’t sure how to bring it up to the boys, not when they were working so hard, and certainly not when they were exhausted every time they came home. So you just kept it all in your chest, letting it build and grow and spread.

All you wanted to do on your day off was stay in bed, allow the covers to swallow you whole so you didn’t have to think about anything. But Bokuto insisted you get up, that grin on his face that usually had you grinning right back.

“Cmon Birdy! Come watch us today! The rest of the boys will be happy to see you too!”

Normally you would have been thrilled at the opportunity, spending the whole day watching your men do what they loved so much. But with everything you’ve been feeling it was hard. Still, you tried your best to match that grin of his, rolling out of bed and getting ready so you could go to their joint practice.

You sat where you usually did, on the first bleacher, front and centre. You were usually so engaged, cheering them on when they hit a particularly good spike or bringing them water when they needed, but today you found yourself distracted. Eyes wandering to the ceiling or fiddling with the hem of the skirt you wore.

You hadn’t even noticed the stranger that sat beside you, just how close he’d gotten. You were taken more back when he spoke so close to your ear, making you jump a little in your seat.

His laughter was so warm. Smooth and thick like honey. You didn’t recognize him, but boy was he handsome. Dark features, light eyes, a smile with a perfect set of teeth. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you pretty.”

Pretty— did he really think you were pretty? Not wanting to seem more like a dunce you forced words from your lips, a little nervous giggle following suit. “I-I was totally zoned out, you didn’t scare me too bad, promise.”

He was staring, and normally this would have made you uncomfortable. Normally you would have told a handsome stranger right away that you were happily taken. But the longer he stared the tighter you pressed your thighs together, the deeper your flush became. You basked in it, the attention you were so craving from your two boyfriends...

“You must be new, I’d recognize a beautiful face like yours.” Another clench of your thighs. You were biting your lip and then his hand was on your thigh. This is where you’d usually slap someone, or call your much larger partners to handle it. But you couldn’t take your eyes off his. And right now you didn’t want to, not when his thumb felt so smooth on your skin.

“What’s your name? And phone number, if your willing of course.”

He was wearing a jersey, one didn’t recognize. Maybe from an opposing team? You just giggled again, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Words were on the tip of your tongue when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder. The male's hand all but flew off your thigh, his eyes a bit narrowed as the all too familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Baby, come with me.” Ushijima’s voice didn’t waver, in fact, it was deeper than usual, laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite point out. Looking towards the court you saw Bokuto too, thick brows furrowed and arms crossed. Your lips twisted in a thin line as you stayed still a moment, only for Ushijima to easily haul you to your feet.

“W-Wakatoshi—“

“I said. Come.” There was a demand, one that had the frustration bubbling on your features. You tore yourself away from his grip but still stormed out of the bleachers. Bokuto was quick to follow, easily picking up with your pace and walking to your side.

“Baby... what was that...”

“Right in front of us too? Just disrespectful.” Ushijima spoke, now on your other side.

You could feel them, the hot and angry tears that began to swim in your gaze as you stormed towards an empty room. The two continued to talk, trying to understand. You never flirted so openly with others, especially didn’t let them touch you. They wanted answers, needed to know why.

But as soon as the door closed behind you, you snapped.

“It was nice getting attention for once you know!”

That shut them up quickly. Bokuto looked downright shocked, lips held open in a silent gasp while Ushijima still held that blank expression of his. He was going to be the first one to speak but you cut him off, finally letting the tears slip-free.

“I know you two are busy! I know that I signed up for it. But it’s been too much— I’ve been so so lonely... and no one ever seems to notice! Neither of you! I just— I miss my boys, I miss you two so much and it’s not fair... it’s not fair to feel this lonely when I have you both...”

Your voice faded with a small crack, the tears now pooling from your eyes. You tried your best to wipe them away, body beginning to tremble as all the feelings hit you at once. You felt bad yelling at them, seeing their looks of shock. But it was now or never, you had to get it out.

Arms were around you, and you had to blink out a couple tears to realize it was Ushijima who had pulled you in so close. One of his large palms cupped the back of your head, pressed you into his chest with a small little hum.

“Love... sorry you’ve been feeling this way—“

“Why didn’t you just tell us Birdy! We love you so much you know!” Bokuto was quick to follow suit, joining in on the hug which only seemed to make you more emotional. Finally being encased in their warmth, feeling their arms over yours. It was everything you had been wanting.

“I-I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.. and then I just got in my head... I thought maybe you two d-didn’t want—“

“Shush...” Ushijima murmured, not even allowing you to finish that sentence. He pulled away just enough so you could look both of them in the eyes. Bokuto was giving you a small little smile, hoping it would make those tears of yours go away, while Ushijima just sighed, smoothed his palm over your cheek to wipe away tears with his thumb.

“Baby, we love you so much, please don’t ever doubt that okay?” He made sure you nodded before continuing. “We’re sorry, sorry for making you feel unwanted.”

“So so sorry Birdy! I just love ya— well of course we both do but, I just love ya so so much!” Bokuto said with enthusiasm, his smile growing when you let out a little giggle. You wiped away the remainder of your tears, chest a bit shaky as you looked between your two boys. You could see, how genuinely sorry they were. You knew deep down that they would never stop loving you, but hearing it, seeing it on their faces, made the weight that had been sitting in your chest lift.

“I love you both... love you, Bo, love you Ushi...”

“Tonight will be all about you pretty bird, all night just for you,” Bokuto said, pulling you back into a hug that you happily got swallowed into. Ushi nodded in agreement, his palm smoothing over the back of your head as you swayed in Bokuto’s embrace.

❦ ❦ ❦ ❦

The evening really had been all about you. From the way Bokuto carried you bridal style into your shared apartment, to the way Ushijima had slowly stripped you in front of the full-length mirror, murmuring in your ear all his favourite parts of your lovely body. Now you were situated in Ushijima’s lap, naked body covered in a light layer of sweat as your chest rose and fell at a quick pace.

“P-Please Sir, want more, need more.” Your voice was nothing more than a whine that was easily shushed by Ushijima. His thick thighs tensed a bit around your own, pulling your legs further apart in the process. “Be patient baby girl, want you to feel every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

Bokuto was struggling to go slow as well, the urge to just thrust wildly into your perfect cunt filling his chest. The look Ushijima shot him told him to keep up this slow pace, for you. So he went in just another inch, making the two of you groan in unison.

“That’s it...” Ushijima’s voice was huskier than usual, large hand palming at your chest as he nodded His eyes were glued to your splitting pussy. “Another inch Bo, just one.”

And it went on just like that until Bokuto’s hips kissed the backs of your thighs, his head rolled back in a pleased moan as you squirmed in Ushijima’s grip. “Beautiful...” Ushi mumbled, his palm slithering down your body to rest on the bulge left in your stomach by Bokuto’s cock. You whimpered at the touch, cheeks feeling hot as his hand slid down to your pussy, traced the way your lips stretched around Bokuto’s throbbing length.

“You’re so stretched around Daddy’s cock baby, you see that? See how Bo can just split you open?” He took hold of your jaw with his free hand, making sure you were looked down at your full pussy. “S-see it Sir, and it feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah it does, this pretty pussy was made for me.” Bokuto rumbles out, his muscles tensing as he suddenly jutted his hips, his tip slapping against your cervix and making you yelp. Ushijima tsked at that, brows furrowing a bit as he snatched one of Bokuto’s hands, made him press it into the place where you and him met. “You need to be patient to Bo, just appreciate how little our baby is, how her perfect cunny stretches just for us. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Bokuto was basically drooling, his fingers pressing along the bulge on your tummy, the one he made. He licked his lips, before a grin curled on his handsome face. “It’s so so wonderful, the best fucking cunt ever. Going to fill you up over and over again tonight pretty girl, make sure you're stuffed absolutely full of Toshi and I so you never doubt again just how much we love you.”

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[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

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[the-wayward-arc]

Commission done for a friend. (WARNING! GORE AND TORTURE ARE MENTIONED AND INVOLVED)

Their plan had failed. Kidnap the Arc heir and get the ransom. Easy. Of course, the child put up a fight and force had to be used. Necessary. But then they came, Tyrian and a man known simply as the Hound. Both of them were her mistress's top men in the Grimm syndicate. Why did they attack them? Why were her and her three other associates tied up in the middle of the clearing? Cinder wanted answers and she needed them now!

"I just wanna go home." She looked to the five year old Arc heir, he was clinging to the Hound for dear life, his eyes closed tightly as tears ran down his face.

"Hey! What's going on here!? Why'd you ruin our job?!" The fourth member of Cinder's team yelled out, Bron. A swift kick to the jaw from Tyrian was his only answer. Bron coughed, spitting a tooth as he glared at the uncomfortably quiet assassin. Cinder knew Tyrian, he was never this quiet! He always had something to say! Before she could ponder more, lights could be seen approaching from the tree line along with the sounds of Engines.

An armored limousine flanked by four hummers, two on each side drove up, their lights nearly blinding. Their headlights were turned off but the floodlights on top of each hummer was turned on. They all recognized the vehicles, they were all Grimm syndicate vehicles. Though the limousine in the center, they all knew who that was. Cinder had a small smile on her face. The occupants of the Hummers exited their vehicles, they all looked ready to fight a war. Decked out in full military apparel from their military rifles to the various tactical gear, the only striking things separating them from any actual military branch was their black and red uniform color and their bone white metallic masks. Apathy squad. That was the name of this particular group of Grimm syndicate soldiers. Only used for the extreme of issues and commanded only by on-

Two people exited the driver and passenger sides of the limo. Hazel and his older sister Gretchen Rainart, both dressed in suits. All four watched Gretchen walk to the end of the Limo, opening as someone stepped out, someone they all recognized; Salem, the head of the Grimm Syndicate. She was strikingly beautiful given her age, platinum pale blonde hair kept in half undone bun style. Fair skin with vein like tattoos spreading all over them, a tradition she once stated was part of her family for those that became the heads. Her light blue eyes fixated on the bound for as she walked over to them gracefully. Her heels kicking rocks as she walked over.

"Ha! You idiots are in for it now! Once the boss lady hears you messed up our job, there will hell to p-"

"Aunty Salem!" Bron stopped talking, all four of them froze as they saw the hound put the young boy down as he ran with a limp to Salem. She brought herself down to one knee, arms opened as a loving smile that none had ever seen before was on her face. The boy hugged her tightly as she did the same, her arms wrapping around him as she kissed his forehead.

"Shhhhh, it's okay my sweet knight. I'm here. Your aunty is here." She said with a soothing motherly voice, soothing the crying boy as she sent a death glare at all four of the bound men.

"I *hic* scared Aunty! They said they would *hic* kill me. That they would come after everyone." He cried as he buried his face into her chest, crying.

"Мой маленький рыцарь(my little knight), I'm here now. You were so brave, I'm proud of you for being brave. Aunty is gonna make the bad people go away okay?" She said, a chill of pure fear running down all their spines.

"M-Mistre-" cinder tried to rise, to tell her Mistress this was a misunderstanding! Only for the butt of a rifle to hit her back down. She looked to see an Apathy soldier behind her, they had surrounded them. All their rifles pointed at them. She looked at the crying boy, then to Salem. This boy. The sole male of the Arc family was Salem's nephew. He was her family...a family they all just threatened.

"Stay down." The soldier stated.

"Jaune, why are you limping and who gave you that black eye?" She asked him, Bron and Mercury stiffened as Jaune pointed at them.

"The man with the silver hair hit my legs hard because I tried to run away. He said if I did it again, he was gonna make sure I could never walk again." He told her. Mercury looked at Salem, her glare terrifying him. Then he glared at Cinder, the one who decided to go against Salem's orders.

He rose up, "DAMN YOU CIND-" the butt of rifle slamming against his jaw sent him to the ground, two soldiers picking him up and putting back onto his knees.

"Silence! You will speak only if Salem allows it!"

"who gave you that black eye?" She asked him, ignoring the commotion as she moved locks of Jaune's hair to get a better view of his eye. Her anger rising as she could see the outlines of a fist among the swelling. He pointed at Bron.

"He did." Tears started forming and it broke Salem's heart to see her nepphew had gone through so much pain, the redness on his wrist did not go unnoticed. "H-he said h-he would kill me and our f-family. Saying h-he would do bad s-stuff to m-momma and my sisters."

Bron's mouth was dry. He couldnt speak to defend himself. What the boy said was true. Of course he was just stating it to keep the kid in line but he didnt know that. Not would Salem care if he didn't mean it. Salem looked at him, there was death promised behind that stare.

"You arm, why is it like that?" It was Cinder's turn to stiffen more than she already did. She kidnapped and beaten Salem's nephew. Threatened his family with death or well Salem's family.

"T-to keep me in the room. The metal hurt when I tried to get out of it. She gave me a knife and said I could leave if I just cut off my hand." Cinder didn't dare look up. She knew they had screwed up immensely. There was no mercy. No way to talk themselves out of it. There was only punishment.

"Gretchen," the older woman stepped forward, "take Jaune into the Limo, give him water and some snacks. Hes had quite an ordeal."

"Yes ma'am." The giant of a woman extend her arms out as the boy hugged Salem tighter. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering in his ear as he nodded. He allowed Gretchen to carry him as she began to walk away. Salem slowly walking towards the four.

"Wait!" Jaune cried, causing Salem to immediately turn her head with concern. Gretchen walked towards Salem. "Aunty, the girl with the green hair...she was nice to me. She gave me food and played a game with me." Salem looked at Emerald, the girl not wanting to look back.

"Is that so."

"Yeah! She was nice to me, when the man over there punched me, she wiped away my tears and tried to make the pain go away." Emerald smiled a bit, internally thanking the boy for remembering. Cinder however was seething with anger. She didnt know Emerald was doing this!

"I see, go rest now мой маленький детеныш(my little cub), I'll be there shortly." Salem turned away, waiting for the door to the Limo to slam shut. Once it did, she looked at Cinder.

"Cinder," there venom and anger in her voice, despit her calmness. Gone was that motherly tone. "What were your orders hmm?"

"Mistress, please just all-" a hard slapped shut her mouth. She looked at Salem, seeing her hand raised with a glare. "What. Were. Your. Orders?"

"T-to S-stand by and wait for your orders." She answered, recovering from the slap.

"What did you do instead?"

"We acted on our own."

"And?"

Cinder clenched her teeth. "We kidnapped the Arc heir and held him for ransom..."

Salem look towards Bron as she walked over to him. Two soldiers bring the bound man to his feet.

"let me see your hands." She commanded, holding her own hand.

"Ma'am, T-this was all Cinder's idea! If we had know-" a fist to the gut by one of the soldiers silenced him. Salem still waiting for him to show her his hands. The two guards did for him, Salem examining his right knuckle and seeing it was somewhat red. Her anger rose more, knowing what he had done to Jaune.

"This the fist you used? Hazel." The large man immediately walked over, clasping Bron's fist into his own before crushing with all his strength, a sickening crunch was herd as Bron screamed in pain, his fingers all broke with a few bones poking out. "His punishment isnt over yet, stand him up." The soldiers immediately raised the man up, cutting his bound hands as he went grasp the broken one.

The others looked at Salem as she walked in front of them, then hearing the snarling and growling. All their eyes widened when they saw three large wolf like creatures. Beowolves, The result of the Grimm syndicate cross breeding Russian bear dogs with Wolves, to create vicious attack dogs to be sold. The dogs were large, with jet black fur and vicious fangs as they snarled. They charged at the 3 bound people only to be stopped by their chain leashes.

"Каблук!" The dogs immediately sat down, looking at the one who ordered, Salem. She looked at Bron who looked back fearfully.

"I have done everything in my power to ensure my family is never involved in the other side of our business. From bribing officials, forcing others to look the other way, to even assassinations against anyone that looked at my family the wrong way. Then you four," she looked at them all, seeing their fear. "Decide to act on your own, kidnap my sweet nephew and make him endure pain that I worked extremely hard to ensure he would never experience!" She shouted, making them all flinch. "Bron, you threatened to kill him. You threatened to kill MY family. To do unsavory things to my not only niece but my great nieces as well." She walked forward, the man trying to back away only to be stopped by Hazel.

"Ma'am! Please!" He begged. "It was Cinder's idea! Please you have to believe me!" He cried, tears running down his face but it didn't faze Salem. She snarled at him.

"Run."

"W-wah?" He asked through sobs.

"Run. You have 3 seconds." She said, turning around. "3..." the beowolves stood up and bron knew what was going to happen. He stepped back, breaking into a sprint towards the treeline. "2..." he ran, as fast as he could. Praying to any god that would listen to save him. "1." Salem turned around, "Убийство.(Kill)" The beowolves immediately broke into a run, free of their chains as they chased after their prey.

Bron ran, he could hear the barking from the canines. He ran, despite his lungs burning. He had to keep going! He had to survive! He wasnt going to die here! He- a Beowolf lunged onto his back, pushing to the ground, before he could react they were on him. Biting into his flesh, ripping chunks off as he tried to fight back. One grabbing a hold of his broken hand and violently tugging at it, he screaming as one bit into his exposed stomach, a chunk being ripped off due to the powerful jaws.

Salem looked at the surviving three as they listened to their former teammate being ripped apart. His screamings echoing throughout the forest. Screams for help. To make the pain stop. Forgiveness. There was no forgiveness. No mercy. They had brought the wrath of the devil himself onto themselves. Mercury could clearly hear the flesh being torn off as the screams died down before silence.

"Возвращение!" A soldier yelled. Within a few minutes, the canines came running out, all three recoiled as they saw each one of them was covered in blood. In their jaws, each held a piece of Bron. One held his mauled tattooed arm, bits of flesh hanging loosely off it. The other held what looked like intestines in its mouth but the other was the worst. A piece of Bron's face was held firmly in its jaws, his lone eye hanging out of the half torn socket. Emerald couldn't hold it in and vomited. Cinder tried her best to stay composed despite the brutality she had just heard and seeing its aftermath. Mercury was shaking, the assassins always the one doing the killing. Now he was on the other end.

"Emerald. The kindness you showed my nephew will not go unnoticed, your punishment will not be as severe. But you will still be punished, just not now. Others are ahead of you." Salem stated as she walked past Emerald. Silently thanking Jaune.

"Mercury." She looked at the young assassin as he looked away.

"Look at me." He still looked away. Immediately a soldier grabbed his head and forced him to look at Salem. He could've sworn her blue eyes were gone, replaced by a pair of glowing blood red ones. He blinked and her eyes were normal.

"You beat Nephew's legs. To ensure he couldnt run far. You threatened to make sure he couldn't walk again if he tried to run again. Am I correct?"

Mercury could only nod. He dare not lie.

"You will not die today. No, I still have need of you. But you will be punished and it will be the way you threatened my sweet boy." Mercury's eyes went wide as the soldiers grabbed him, throwing to the ground and started to tie his legs above the knee caps, a piece of wood placed between his legs, also above the knee caps as it painfully forced his legs to spread apart despite being bound. The soldiers held him down.

"Make him experience the pain he brought upon my nephew." She ordered, before Mercury could say anything, something was shoved in his mouth.

"You may wanna bite down my dear Mercury, or else you'll bite off your tongue." She told him as a large soldier walked foward, a sledgehammer in hand. Mercury eyes widened as the soldier raised the sledgehammer high and immediately brought it down to the side of Mercury's right leg. Forcing the limb to bend into the wood. He screamed into the leather as the hammer came down again onto his right leg, another swing and another followed until his right leg was a right angle. His bones sticking out.

Emerald shut her eyes as the soldier repeated the same action onto the other leg. Salem unfazed by any of it as she looked at Cinder. Each sickening hit of flesh tearing and bone breaking made her flinch. Eventually it stopped and she looked at the gnarled form that was Mercury, he had passed long ago from the pain.

"Treat his wounds. Make sure he lives." The soldiers bowed before taking the broken assassin away. The beowolves were still gnawing their prizes.

"Take Emerald away, put her in one of the vehicles."

"Yes ma'am." One soldier stated as he picked the thief by the arm and forced her away. She dared not look at Salem or Cinder. Cinder glared at her as she was led away.

"Cinder. You have no one to blame but yourself." Salem snarled as Cinder looked at her. She was immediately brought to her feet to look at her boss.

"Ma'am! Please, I acted on how you taught me! To take the chance when it presented itself!" Cinder told her, hoping she can get out of this.

Tyrian walked forward, holding a long box in front of him with both hands. Salem turned around, opening the box's latched lid carefully to reveal a sword Nestle in soft fabric.

"Crocea Mors. This sword has been in my family since the time of the Roman Empire. During the reign of Julius Caesar. It was his sword, then it was melted down by one his descendants and reforged into the sword you see now. Carried by our ancestor Joan of Arc before her death." She waved the sword a bit, holding it up high as she inspected it. "Each Arc since then has held onto the sword, swearing upon it to protect our family no matter what. To honor our promises we make. To ensure any foe who stands before us falls. It will be Jaune's soon. When he comes of age, it will be his." She looked at Cinder. "You harmed my family Cinder. I had such high Hope's for you as well, but you still have some uses to me, so I won't kill you."

That didnt make Cinder feel better. "Raise your right arm out Cinder." She ordered, at first Cinder didn't. Salem looked at Hazel as the man stepped forward and forced her to. Cinder tried to fight back, but to no avail due to the man's strength.

"Mistress! Please! It won't happen again! I promise!" She pleaded, Salem handed the sword to the hound, as he raised the blade above Cinder's arm, right above elbow.

"Oh my sweet Cinder. I know. But what was it you said to my nephew?" The Hound raised the blade higher. "The only way to get out was to cut off your hand?" The blade came down In one swift motion. Severing Cinder's arm. Cinder fell to her knees, shocked. She looked at her severed limp limb as it was thrown towards the canines as they began to rip it apart. Then down to her stump, blood pouring out. The shakily looked at Salem, who simply cleaned the blood off the blade before carefully placing it back into secured holder. She began to walk away, as the pain finally registered to Cinder. She screamed and flayed on the ground as she tried to stop the bleeding.

"Go, make sure she lives. She still has uses to me." She told the soldiers. The canines were put back into their cages as Hazel opened the door for Salem. She saw Jaune was fast asleep, hugging into Gretchen, Salem extend her arms out, wanting to hold the small child. She cradled him as snuggled into her, a sweet smile on her face as she alerted her niece that he was Safe and the proper authorities were dealing with the people involved. She slowly ran her fingers over his swollen eye, then looking at his wounded wrist. "The bad people are gone now, I'll always protect you my sweet knight." She kissed his forehead as they drove away, the sound Cinder screaming could faintly be heard.

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[adrenaline-roulette]

Absolute Beginners

Chapter two: Of Oubliettes and Tunnels 

Make sure you’ve read chapter one first!

“The goblin king!” Sarah yelled, as she pounced on him, wielding a wooden spoon in what was supposed to be a menacing manner. With a cackle of glee from Jareth, they both went down laughing, falling onto the wooden floor of the kitchen. Sarah kneeled over him, waving her spoon above his face as if preparing to strike. Jareth could do nothing but laugh, his hands resting on her hips from when she had pushed them to the ground.

 In an instance, everything seemed to freeze, the light breeze that had been allowed entrance into Sarah’s apartment after Jareth’s marvellous arrival had fallen still. No birds chirped from the tree’s outside, and the Goblin King himself lay frozen on the floor, his hands holding onto her hips tightly, as his eyes glossed over. Sarah looked down at the King, the hand holding the wooden spoon falling to her side, as she raised an eyebrow at the curious turn of events. As quickly as it had come, all life seemed to return to everything around her, and Jareth’s eyes flickered until they found hers.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asked, as Jareth slowly sat up, moving Sarah until she sat on his lap.

“A summons, someone has wished away a child and the goblins are unsure of what to do.”  At Sarah’s quizzical look, Jareth quickly continued. “We have not had a summons since yours precious, and many of the goblins who took Toby that day, are now too old to deal with summons. I now have younger goblins, none of whom have dealt with taking a child before.”

Sarah nodded in understanding, at least she thought she understood what Jareth was saying. Though she had always assumed the goblins were born with the knowledge of how to kidnap wished away children.

“Do you think I could maybe come with you? To the underground that is, not to the summons. I would quite like to see things from your perspective, as opposed to that of the runners.”

The look Jareth returned was one of both surprise and absolute shock. “I, you, What?!” He gasped out, his grip on her hips tightening. Neither human nor fae seemed to remember, or at the very least mind the close proximity they currently shared.

“I’m going to take that as you not wanting me to come?” Sarah blushed. It had been a long shot to ask such a thing, but she had hoped that maybe he would say yes.

Jareth frowned, shaking his head as a smirk crept onto his thin lips. “Dearest Sarah, I would love for you to accompany me to this summons.” He purred, lifting one of her hands towards himself, before brushing his lips against her knuckles. This was certainly not something he had ever thought she would ask. But yet, here they were, Sarah truly was a mystery to him.

The blush that covered Sarah’s cheeks as he kissed her hand, was one to rival the colour of a fresh tomato. “Just give me a moment to change, then I’ll be ready.” She grinned, before leaping off Jareth, and jogging up the stairs to her bedroom. Jareth watched her go, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

 Ten minutes passed, and Sarah came racing back downstairs, wearing a fresh pair of jeans, combat style boots, a simple shirt with a denim jacket over the top. “I’m ready!” She declared with a joyous grin, as Jareth stepped towards her, chuckling softly at her excitement. “I see that.” He teased, before reaching out and taking her hand.

“Hold on tightly, I do recommend closing your eyes, especially for this first journey. I would hate for you to be sick in my castle.” Her fingers clasped tightly around his, and despite the ferocity in which she held onto him, neither could deny the slight spark they felt at the mere connection. “1,2,3” Jareth whispered, and suddenly Sarah felt as if the world was turning upside down. Lights seemed to flash before her closed eyes, and the floor seemed to disappear from below her feet, and suddenly she was floating. “Open your eyes.” Jareth whispered in her ear, as he released her hand. Slowly, she peeled her eyelids open, her eyes adjusting to her new surroundings. They weren’t in the underground, or at least not in a part that she was familiar with. They were surrounded by lush greenery, not a single trash heap, chicken or goblin in sight.

“Where are we?” Sarah breathed out, turning in a circle to gain a better view of where they had landed. Jareth grinned beside her, gazing over the land which was his kingdom, attempting to compose himself before he responded. He found himself still attempting to process the news of Sarah wanting to join him here. The last thing he had ever expected was for his champion to wish to come back.

“The underground of course, just a part you did not see the last time you were here.”

“I don’t see the Labyrinth though? Isn’t that the entrance to the Goblin City?”

Jareth chuckled, his sharp teeth peeking over his lips. “There are many entrances, I would hardly expect all of my guests to reach me by having to make their way through the twists, and turns of my Labyrinth.”

“So, the Labyrinth is only for runners then?” Sarah surmised, as she finished her circle, standing beside the larger than life King. “How far out from the city and your castle are we?”

“Quite a far ways, however there are tunnels that run beneath the entire kingdom, you just need to know where to look.” Jareth gestures towards what appeared to be a large oak tree; however the leaves were in various shades of purple. The lower branches were decorated in lilac, slowly growing darker as they went up, finishing in an eggplant colour. “It is easy to mistake one of the many oubliettes for a tunnel, you must be cautious.”

Sarah moves towards the tree as Jareth follows closely behind, she reaches out to the trunk, the bark deceptively smooth. “It looks like bark , but it’s not rough?”

“Remember precious, everything is not always as it seems.” Jareth whispers behind her, leaning an arm over her shoulder, resting her gloved hand over her own. He guides her hand over the smooth tree trunk, until it lands on what felt to be a door handle. It was cold to the touch, and smooth like metal. She clasps her fingers around the circular object, and twists, pushing out until a door which had no been visible before opens, revealing a dark, dusty tunnel. Instantly Sarah felt a wave of panic wash over her, the tunnel looked exactly as the oubliette she had fallen into had looked.  Surely, she couldn’t have been so foolish as to fall for another one of Jareth’s tricks! Had this nice guy behaviour all been an act?

“’Ello there.” A gruff voice pierced through the blackness, before a torch came into view. Shortly after, the one and only dwarf Sarah had ever know stood before her.

“Hoggle!” Sarah squealed, as she leapt forwards, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around her first Labyrinthian friend. “It’s been far too long!”

Hoggle made slight sounds of disgruntlement, though he was desperately trying to hide the smile the had crept across his wart covered face. He couldn’t have the king see him get all mushy over this girl, even if she did beat his Labyrinth. “Go on, ge’ off. We spoke jus’ last week. You was showing off the new bed spread ya got.”

Sarah blushed as she pushed herself back to her feet, bending over to brush off her dusty knees. She could hear Jareth stifling a chuckle behind her, but decided to ignore it, just this once. “I didn’t have anyone else to show it to! Karen is away at the moment, and all of my friends are out of town!” She protested, resting her hands on her hips.

Hoggle rolled his eyes, before turning his attention to his King. “Tha goblins are goin’ crazy, majesty. They’ve even started tryna set up traps for tha runna. Not sure how ta stop ‘em. Sir Didymus ‘as been tryna get ‘em to calm down. But he ain’t been havin’ much luck.”

Jareth groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between his middle finger and thumb. “Hoggle, will you please take Sarah to the castle, I will go and attend to the lunatic goblins, and then to the summons.” He turned to face Sarah, a tired look crossing his features. “I’m so sorry Sarah, I had intended to walk with you myself, though I fear if I do not hurry, my kingdom may be in ruins within the hour.”

“That’s fine, it gives me a chance to catch up with Hoggle, but promise you don’t start the timer for the runner until I can watch!”

For the millionth time that day it felt, Jareth was surprised by Sarah. He understood her wanting to see what the Labyrinth could look like from behind the scenes, but he hadn’t expected her to want to witness the runner. He wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or honoured by her taking such interest in his work.  After a moment of pause, he nods, he blonde halo of hair swaying at the motion. “I promise you, the timer will not start before you are there with me.”

“Thank you.” Sarah smiled, before Jareth vanished from sight, once again, a cloud of glitter sprinkling down to the ground around where he had just stood. “Well, come on feet.” She smiled, as she turned to Hoggle, who chuckled deeply.

“Do ya say that ev’ry time ya go ta walk?”

Sarah frowned slightly, tilting her head to the side in though, come to mention it, she didn’t, it seemed to be a phrase she kept for the Labyrinth. “So, is it a long walk to the castle?”

“Nah, no’ really. It can be if ya stop an’ look at everythin’ ya pass. But if ya just keep walkin’ straight, ya reach tha city and castle pretty quick.”

“What sort of things are there to stop and look at?” Sarah queried, as the two began a casual walk through the tunnel. Neither were in a hurry, as they knew Jareth would stick to his word, and besides, who knew how long it would take for him to gain control of his subjects.

“All sorts’a things, there’s short cuts ta that Firey forest, tha junk city, and all differen’ places ya didn’ see tha last time ya was ‘ere. I’m sure tha Rat King will show ya aroun’ some time.”

Sarah rolled her eyes at the nickname Hoggle insisted on using, even despite know she and Jareth were rather good friends now, he refused to call him anything else, unless speaking face to face of course.

“Let’s try to avoid the firey forest, yeah?”

“Had no intentions of goin’ there. Don’ like the buggers either.”

The two walked in companionable silence, occasionally being broken by Sarah as she asked what certain things they were as they passed them by. Before long Hoggle came to a stop, a door made of wood panels in various shapes stood before them to their left. “And ‘ere we are. This door leads righ’ ta tha castle.” Hoggled declared, as he pulled the door open, the bright light of daylight momentarily blinding Sarah.

“Oh, good lord!” She cried, shielding her eyes from the harsh light, they had only been in the tunnel for half an hour or so, but she had become accustomed to the dim light the torch Hoggle carried, provided.

“Sorry love, just me.” Came Jareth’s accented voice, as he stood in the doorway. Sarah pried her hand away from her eyes, and her vision slowly returned to her, finding herself now standing in the throne room of the Castle beyond the Goblin City. Unlike her previous visit to the castle, this time the throne room was bustling with life, of course the ever-present chickens were nesting around the large, stone room, but there were also countless goblins, all wearing various articles of ‘battle’ gear.  Some with saucepans and colanders on their heads, and others with actual knights helmets on.

“Please tell me they aren’t armed.” Sarah gasped, as she watched two goblins in particular run headfirst into the wall, one wearing a helmet, the other not.  The helmet clad goblin stumbled away, with a dopey grin on his face, whilst the other lay motionless on the floor. A bruise already forming on his head.

Jareth chuckled, shaking his head at the antics of his subjects. “Do not fear, they are armless, and also about to be legless I am sure. He sighed, spotting two large barrels of goblin ale being rolled into the throne room.

“This runner is about to walk straight into something directly out of a Lucas and Henson film.”

“What is a Lucas and Henson?”

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#jareth x sarah #sarah x jareth #labyrinth #labyrinth fanfiction #goblin king #sarah williams #adult sarah williams #funny #fluff #cute #adorable #hoggle #the goblins are a mess #there are so many chickens #Jareth is fed up with the amount of chickens that roam his kingdom #labyrinth 1986 #labyrinth film

[omgjasminesimone]

Homecoming Part 3

Bryce x MC

Previous Part: Part 2

Next Part: Part 4

Summary: Bryce and Casey attend his sister’s bachelorette party

Word Count: ~3000

Author’s Note: As always, let me know if you’d like to be tagged for the next parts!

“Ughh.” Bryce mutters as he wakes up, head pounding from his hangover.

After leaving family brunch the day before, all he could think about was how badly he needed a drink. (Not a mimosa though, that would just remind him of his alcoholic mother.) But he had promised Casey he’d teach her how to surf, so they did that first. Later in the night, they met up with the high school friends he was still in contact with for drinks at his favorite Honolulu pub. Back in the day, they didn’t used to card so he’d spent plenty of time there during his teenage years.

Casey fit in seamlessly with his friends, and he enjoyed showing her off. They’d been out very late, had drank quite a lot, to the point where he could almost forget about the brunch disaster.

Bryce is quickly sobering now though. And already dreading the joint bachelorette-bachelor party that they’ll be attending tonight. His mother is hosting at the house, which means it will be an offensive display of wealth. The dress code is black tie, which informs him that it will also be boring.

Bryce rolls over to his side, wrapping at arm around Casey. He kisses the back of her neck, squeezing her gently. “Baby, wake up. Do you still want to go hiking?”

Casey groans, speaking into the pillow. “Too hungover. I feel like I’m dying, amor.”

“Amor?” Bryce repeats, his pronunciation of ‘love’ nowhere near as good as Casey’s.

Casey rolls over to face him. “Now that we’re using the L word, you finally get a term of endearment. All the good Spanish ones are so romantic that I couldn’t use them if you just liked me.”

“All I had to do was tell you that I loved you to finally get my endearment? Well damn, I should have done that months ago.”

Casey laughs, giving him a quick peck.

He’s unsatisfied with such a chaste kiss. He cups her cheeks, pulling her to him and kissing her again. He licks at her lips until she opens her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside.

“Say it again.” He mumbles against her lips when he pulls away. “Roll the r.”

“Amor.” She pronounces, exaggerating the rolled r at the end.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too, mi amor.”

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 Haku laughs as he surfaces, shaking the chlorinated pool water out of his dark hair.

“Again Uncle Bryce, again!” The boy cries out, swimming back to his uncle.

Bryce grips under Haku’s armpits, hoisting him far into the air once again.  He stretches as Haku hits the water with a large splash. His arms are starting to get tired. Haku really does have limitless energy. That’s why Abigail asked him to babysit. Their mother wanted him out of the house as she made preparations for the party, not running around under the hired help’s feet.

Haku smiles as he surfaces, swimming back once again. “Now let’s play Marco Polo!”

“I don’t know little man. The rest of the hotel guests might not like that.” The pool is fairly popular today, and Bryce narrowly dodges a small girl doggy paddling by him.

Haku pouts. “Ok, I’m taking a bathroom break and then we can have a holding our breath competition!”

Haku hurries out of the pool, tugging up his blue swim trunks. “Do you need me to go with you?” Bryce offers.

Haku looks at him incredulously. “No!” He says insistently. “I’m eight!”

Bryce smirks. “My bad, you’re right. You’re a big boy. But don’t run off! Come right back here!”

Haku rolls his eyes, but doesn’t retort.

Bryce’s gaze falls on Casey, who is watching with a smile from the in-pool bar. He swims to her, leaning against the stool next to her. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Casey sips on her non-alcoholic smoothie, returning his flirty gaze. “And what’s that?”  

“Something along the lines of…” He pitches his voice up in a mocking imitation of her’s. “Wow, Bryce is so good with him. He’s going to be an amazing dad. Definitely not one of those workaholic doctors who never plays with his kids. Wow, I really want him to father my children.” He leans in closer, delighting in the blush that spreads across her olive skin.

“Even if I had been thinking something like that, the arrogance with which you just said that immediately made my ovaries shrivel up.”

Bryce puts a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. “Don’t say that babe.” He drops the act, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly. “We’d make such pretty babies. And they’d be smart too.” He breathes against her lips.

Haku returns, cannonballing into the water. Bryce kisses her one more time before pulling away. Haku swims to Casey. “Want to do the breath holding competition with us Casey?” Haku asks.

“Why don’t I be the referee? We have to make sure your uncle doesn’t cheat.” Casey whispers the last part conspiratorially.

“I never cheat. When you’re as talented as I am, you don’t have to. I’ll show you who has the better lung capacity Haku. But after that we have to head back to the room and get ready for your mom’s party.”

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Bryce takes a deep breath when he stops the car outside his family’s colossal mansion, composing himself. The valet appears, opening the door for him. He nods, handing over the keys. Haku and Casey step out of the car as their doors are opened as well.

“Haku, come here.” Bryce orders.

Haku approaches and Bryce crouches, fixing Haku’s tie since he’d been playing with it during the car ride. He claps his nephew’s shoulder, and Haku grins before running into the house. Bryce turns to Casey, placing a hand on her lower back. She turns to him, gripping his black tie. “This is crooked.” She straightens it, tugging on it to bring his lips down to her’s when she’s done.

The kiss is chaste, because she’s wearing deep red lipstick and doesn’t want to get it all over him. He admires how beautiful she is for a moment. Her black dress is long with a slit running up to her thigh. The deep v neckline exposes a tasteful amount of cleavage. He smirks when he sees she’s checking him out as well. She’s never seen him in a tux before. As good as he looks in his scrubs, he knows he really shines in a tux.

He offers her his arm. “Shall we?”

She grins, gripping his strong bicep. “Let’s.”

They enter the house, and Casey is clearly awed as soon as she glances around the ballroom he leads her to. Hawaii’s richest and most powerful are all in attendance, mingling and networking in the large open space.

“You guys have a ballroom in your house?” Casey asks with disbelief.

“My parents have a ballroom in their house.” He corrects, grabbing some champagne off the tray of a passing waiter.  

There is a live band playing, but it’s soft elevator music and no one is dancing. Bryce spots Haku sitting in a chair in the corner, playing a video game on a handheld console. “This is a pretty low key bachelorette party. I was hoping for debauchery. And strippers.” Casey comments.

Bryce smirks, resting his hand on her back, a little lower than is proper. “Is that what you’re into? I can strip for you.”

“Was that another one of your med school side hustles?” She jokes.

“Nah, the bartending and modeling were enough to get me through. But I think I’d be good at stripping. Probably one of my many talents. We can find out when we get back to the hotel tonight.”

Any response Casey might have had is interrupted when Mrs. Lahela spots them from across the room and approaches.

“Bryce, dearest.” She is wearing a black ballroom dress, encrusted with expensive stones. She kisses both of his cheeks in a European style greeting. “And Casey, darling, how wonderful to see you again.” She kisses Casey on both cheeks as well, grinning when she pulls away.

Casey is a little thrown off by the transformation. There is a wine glass in her hand, but Bryce’s mother is just sipping on it casually. Nothing like the lush she met at brunch. “Nice to see you again too.” Casey returns.

“You look wonderful.” Mrs. Lahela compliments.

“Thank you, so do you.” Casey replies.

Mrs. Lahela spots someone over Casey’s shoulder and turns back to her with an apologetic grin. “You must excuse me, I just saw the Governor. Hostess duties call, but do try the escargot! It was very expensive and it’s delicious.”

Bryce scoffs when his mother is out of earshot. “She never drinks heavily in front of other people. You’ll learn soon that nothing is more important to my family than appearances and reputation. She saves the alcoholic you met at brunch just for her immediate family.” He answers her silent question.

Casey squeezes his hand comfortingly. “Well, you heard your mother. Let’s find this escargot.”

They meander through the room, sampling the food the wait staff is carrying around.

“Bryce!” Abigail calls, dragging her fiancé behind her by the hand.

“Ryan.” Bryce greets shortly, nodding at the handsome blonde man.

“Hey Bryce. Good to see you again. It’s been years….I think the last time I saw you was prep school graduation.” Ryan responds.

Bryce doesn’t try to keep the conversation going.

“I’m Casey. This is quite the bachelor party.” Casey interjects to fill the awkward silence.

Ryan smiles at her, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you Casey. I can’t take any credit. Mrs. Lahela – I mean Kate, she insists that I call her Kate now – planned everything.”

As Ryan and Kate talk, Abigail leans in to talk in Bryce’s ear. “Dad wants you to join him in the cigar room.”

Bryce grimaces. The cigar room. That’s never good. “I can’t just leave Casey.”

Abigail shoots him an annoyed look. “She’s a big girl Bryce. She can mingle. Would you just go talk to him so he doesn’t come out here and cause a scene in front of all of my guests?”

Bryce sighs, running a hand through his hair irritably. “Fine.” He turns to Casey, interrupting her conversation with Ryan somewhat rudely, but he really doesn’t like Ryan. Back in prep school, Ryan had been a womanizer, a bully, an elitist who treated the boarding school staff terribly, and just an all-around asshole.  

“Baby, I’ve got to go for a few minutes. Will you be okay out here?”

“Of course Bryce. I’m a big girl.”

Abigail smiles. “That’s what I said. Come on Casey, I’m going to introduce you to a few people.”

Bryce reluctantly walks through the hall to the cigar room. He knocks, and waits for his father to say “enter” before opening the door.

Aoloa sits in his favorite red plush chair, very expensive and reminiscent of a throne. Bryce’s older brother Francis sits in a smaller chair beside their father. In addition to his family, some close male family friends are also in the room. They’re all puffing on expensive cigars.

“Bryce, take a seat. Have a cigar.” Aoloa suggests, but it comes off as a demand.

Bryce sits on a couch beside his father’s lawyer, nodding at the older man. “I’ll pass on the cigar. It’s not good for you.” Bryce replies.

Aoloa shrugs. “Suit yourself. They’re Cuba’s finest though, so you’re really missing out.”  

“You won’t find a lot of physicians who smoke.” Bryce retorts.

Francis scoffs, and Bryce glares at him. “Something you want to say?”

Francis’ eyes narrow as he regards his little brother. “Yes actually. Ever since you became a doctor you think you’re so much better than us. That the family real estate business is beneath you. Frankly, I find it infuriating.”

“Francis, stop. This is between me and my son.” Aoloa insists.

Francis looks angry, but he defers to Aoloa. As always, playing the faithful little lap dog.

“Bryce, business is booming lately. With Ryan entering the fold, we’ll acquire an exclusive contract with his father, an important developer. We need all the Lahelas involved in the business.”

Bryce’s jaw clenches. They’ve had this conversation before. He’s never wanted in on the family business. He’s always been passionate about surgery. When he admitted this at his prep school graduation dinner, his father had become enraged. Ultimately, he refused to support Bryce financially through college. With his father’s income, Bryce qualified for no financial aid. He had been admitted to Stanford for undergrad, but he couldn’t afford it on his own so he’d taken a scholarship to the University of Hawaii.

He’d been looking forward to getting out of Hawaii. Looking forward to distancing himself from his toxic family. But he’d had to wait until medical school to finally go to Stanford, working his way through since his father still refused to help him.

“I’m about to be a senior resident. I’m the best surgical resident Edenbrook has. This is my dream, and I’ve worked hard for it.”

Aoloa’s eyes narrow. “Your dream? To be so poor that you have to ask your parents for money to buy a house?”

Bryce’s fist clenches. “I knew you would try to hold that over my head. I’m paying you back. I send you money every month. And let’s not forget you’re charging me interest, a much higher interest rate than any bank would charge.”

“No bank would ever give you a loan. You have no idea what it’s like to actually earn something on your own merit. To work hard. I came from nothing, and built all of this. You had every advantage, groomed for this work, and you’re throwing it all away.” Aoloa says with disappointment.

“Well so be it then. Invoice me for whatever I owe you for my upbringing. I’ll work on paying that back too.”

Francis leans back in his chair. “I told you this was a waste of time Dad.”  

“Seems like raising him in the first place was a waste of my time.” Aoloa responds cruelly.

Bryce stands, heading for the door. “I’m done here.” He slams the door behind him.

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Casey and Abigail have migrated from the ballroom to the patio, where heat lamps and twinkling lights have been set up for ambiance.

“You know, I’m surprised you’re out here with me. Don’t you have a lot of friends in there?” Casey asks.

“Those are my parents’ friends. You’ve probably noticed, but my mom likes to throw parties seemingly for other people, but really just to show off her expensive house. Luckily, my actual friends planned a much better bachelorette party last week. There were strippers and penis decorations.”

Casey smiles. “Good. The bachelorette party you deserve.”

Abigail smiles, sipping on a cocktail and regarding Casey. “You know, I really like you. And I like you for Bryce. And this is a huge compliment coming from me because Bryce’s ex Tia is one of my best friends, one of my bridesmaids even. I kind of ship them, but man, you’re making me waiver.” Abigail seems to be a little drunk.  

“Thanks, I think.” Casey replies dubiously.

Abigail finishes her cocktail, gesturing for a passing waiter to bring her another.  “Bryce is just such a good guy, I always want the absolute best for him. Did he tell you that he let me live in his dorm room when I got pregnant?”

Casey shakes her head no, Bryce definitely didn’t tell her any of that.

“My parents were pissed. Unmarried teenage daughters don’t get pregnant very often in their circles. They said I was ruining the Lahela name. They wanted me to get an abortion.”

The waiter brings the cocktail, and Abigail downs it in one gulp before continuing. “But I loved Kahoni. And I wanted his baby. So they threw me out onto the streets. Kahoni is one of ten kids and lived in a three bedroom house with his whole family, so I couldn’t go to him. Francis had his own condo in Honolulu at the time, but he told me to get lost. He’s an asshole. But Bryce was living in a dorm at the University of Hawaii and he moved me in no questions asked. He even gave me his bed. He slept in a sleeping bag on his floor for the rest of the semester. I felt really bad about that, worried he was going to mess his grades up since he wasn’t getting a good night’s sleep.”

Abigail’s eyes well up with tears. “He’s just such a good guy Casey. He was the first one to hold Haku, you know. Kahoni had a car accident rushing to the hospital when I went into labor, so it was just me and Bryce. And he also helped me and Kahoni pay for our own place afterwards, for almost a year until Kahoni finally got a decent job.”

Casey takes Abigail’s hand, squeezing it to comfort the younger woman. “What happened with Kahoni?’ Casey asks.

“Love doesn’t pay the bills. I thought he was going to get it together eventually, be the man that I needed. But he never fully stepped up, not the way I wanted him to. Kahoni says I’m spoiled, that I expect too much. But my parents softened a little bit after Haku was born. They never liked Kahoni and told me I could come home if I left him. So two years ago I did.”

“Well, at least you’re happy now with Ryan.” Casey says.

Abigail smiles sadly. “Happy enough anyway.”

Bryce suddenly appears, making a beeline for her. “Casey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Let’s get out of here. I can’t be here a second longer.”

He sounds so insistent she finds herself immediately getting to her feet.

Abigail laughs humorlessly. “That bad huh?” She asks softly. She stands as well. “Thanks for coming big brother.” She hugs him tightly. “See you tomorrow bright and early for the rehearsal!” She chimes when she releases him.

“Wait, rehearsal? Why? I’m not in the wedding party.” Bryce questions.

Abigail looks surprised. “Of course you are. I made Ryan make you a groomsman.”

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[midnight-heroes]

Hello, how are you? I’d like to make a request if that’s alright: could you write headcanons for Shigaraki and a short, Female s/o and how a relationship between them would work out? I hope that’s alright ♡ thank you! (Also, I love your writing style)

// First off, i need to put it out there, that Shigaraki is actually pretty tall. It’s popular belief that he’s actually short, but when you think about it, he’s always slouched over, sitting down or leaning against something. His upper body may not be what makes up his height, but his legs certainly do. I’ve recently read something about this and it pointed out moments where he’s stood near people and such. I mean - he was slouched over beside Deku and he was still considerably taller. Deku is like - 5’5. It also makes me so happy yo know you like my writing style! I’m always to self conscious about it. Anyway! Onto the request!

So, i imagine that you would be a vaillian yourself, and just for the shits and gigs, your vailain name is Tiny.

Everyone thought it was a joke when you came in, demanding to become a member of the League of Villains.

Needless to say, Shigaraki said no to you immediately.

Of course, this obviously didn’t deter you. If anything, it made you push harder and harder, coming in as often as possible to put your foot down.

You were still never accepted as a member though.

However, this didn’t mean that Tomura didn’t start to strangely enjoy your company.

He stopped telling you to get lost whenever you suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

HE stopped threatening you.

He stopped caring that you were a pain in the ass and somewhat looked at the brighter side of things. Such as...

You’re small. Super small.

Really cute.

Made half decent company.

And you could hold a decent conversation... when he wanted to have one that is.

You would be the one that has to ask him out. There is no way he would show any ititiative, let alone show signs of being attracted to you.

He didn’t seem too fond of the idea of dating at first, feeling like it would be utterly stupid of the two of your to become an item while he’s trying to kill the symbol of peace.

Despite this however, you somewhat managed to worm your way into his heart.

He doesn’t show it often, but he loves the height difference between the two of you. Sometimes, he’ll even grin a little whenever you get fed-up with his height and demand that he bend down a little.

While you’re not an offical member of the LoV, you’re still always there, listening to their plans, ready to help out if you’re needed.

You’re mostly there however because you want to be aroun Tomura and tend to zone out because you’re playing it’s one of the hands that litter his body or listening to his voice.

When he’s playing his games, you hover over his shoulder to see what he’s doing and often get swatted away. This never stops you however and often leads to you sitting on his lap, refusing to budge when he tells you to go away.

Whenever you’re just chilling out, you often work on treating his skin. He thinks you’re an idiot and need to stop touching him but you continue anyway. You comb out any knots in his hair and tie it back so it’s out of the way, rub some moisturiser into his skin and even pin him down to put some chapstick on those damned lips of his.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare.”

“Stay still! It’ll only take a second!”

It would be like this most of the time, but every now and then, you’ll have your sweet moments.

You would buy him gloves that only cover one or more fingers, this leading to lots of hand holding to get him used to the contact.

Hand holding turns into occasional cuddling and lots more love giving.

In the end, Shigaraki adores you, whether he shows it or not, and would be devistated if anything were to happen to you.

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[kat-hawke]

One Layer at a Time...

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: “Kat Hawke” eye color: “Amber” hair style/color: “Raven black, often worn lose. I’m fortunate enough it naturally settles in a relatively tame manner just below the shoulders.I do prefer to wear it tied back while I’m in the trainin’ yard however.” height: “Five foot, five inches.” clothing style: “Business clothin’ mostly, sumtimes casual and other’s more professional. Depends on wot I need t’do in the day. Pants over dresses or skirts though, they just restrict my movements and speed. In the field, leathers, obviously.”

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: “Losin’ to the darkness inside.” your guilty pleasure: “Azerite got a nice kick to it if mixed just right...” your biggest pet peeve:  “Blatant disregard fer the law or authority. There will be consequences fer actions, past and present. People who bounce their leg while sittin’ also drive me up th’wall.”  your ambition for the future:  “Retiremen’ would be nice, if I live that lon’. I’ve given up a bit on the settlin’ down part though. Guess all in all, I just want t’be remembered.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: “Still alive. Am I alone?” what you think about most: “My job. It’s all I have, it’s who I am, it is wot defines me. I fail there, I fail at life. No exceptions.” what do you think about before bed: “I’ve usually had too many drinks t’have a thought before sleep takes me.” your best quality is: “Depends who ya’ ask, to be honest. But if I had to say, it would be my quick t’calculate mind.”

LAYER FOUR: PREFERENCES.

single or group outings: “Single. I like t’have my partner’s full attention and vise versa. When I have the time t’get out, I want to spend it accordin’ly, no’ be distracted by others. It’s also a bit harder to control the evenin’ with multiples and I prefer my partners all stay in their own lanes. Less mess and fuss.” to be loved or respected: “Respected, of course. The thing with love is that it’s too easy to abuse, to manipulate, and to fake. I should know, I’m certainly guilty of doin’ so.” beauty or brains: “If we can’t hold an intellectual conversation then I’m no’ goin’ to waste m’time, plain and simple. Beauty is superficial, it can change at the snap of a finger and vary in definition from person t’person. Though that said, I don’t tend to favor those who are too smart, they are a bit harder to control.” dogs or cats: “Dogs. Cats are just assholes.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: “Part of the job, luv’. Gotta do it from time t’time. But that said, there are very few people I would lie to and that’s only because they’ve earned it with me.” believe in yourself: “Of course. Just try t’find sumone who can outdo me there.” believe in love: “I believe it exists, yes. But I also believe that the current majority has a very skewed perspective on wot love is, had a few partners mix that up too. Sex is no’ love, let’s just get that out there. It can be a product of it, sure, just as all thumbs are fingers but no’ all fingers are thumbs.” want someone: “I do, yes.”

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER…

been on stage: “Several times in m’life. Feels like ages ago I used to sing at the Club before it closed up.” done drugs: “I’ve experimented a bit with a few various substances. Fer scientific reasons, of course.” changed who you were to fit in: “Again, that’s part of the job. But to tell ya’ the truth... I’ve worn so many masks that I forget which one is truly me.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: “Violet.” favorite animal: “Jungle cats.” favorite food:  “Herb crusted rack of lamb. Preferably with a siding of mint jelly and pan roasted potatoes.”  favorite game: “Poker. Just be sure t’keep an eye on m’hands if we play.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: “June thirtieth. Certainly comin’ up fast isn’t it. I’ll smack every one of ya’ that sends me a present, I swear.” how old you will be: “Old enough to know better and young enough to stay ahead.” age you lost your virginity: “Nineteen.” does age matter: “It does to a point. I prefer to stay within five years either way, and I niver date below the age of twenty-one. Though, there were a few instances were I made exceptions and went a bit higher than five. I care more about maturity and connection than age itself, especially if I can form a connection along the way.”

LAYER NINE: IN ANOTHER.

best personality: “Committed and driven, goal oriented. They don’t play games with ya’ and speak their mind, honestly too. I don’t have the patience to constantly deal with the ones who beat aroun’ the bush.” best eye color: “Blues certainly catch m’attention quickly.” best hair color: “Got a bit of a spot fer black, blondes tend to be a bit crazy.” best thing to do with a partner: “Just enjoy yer time together. I have so little free time these days I don’t want to waste it. No’ everything need t’be about sex either.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: “My power.” i feel: “Constant pain.” i hide: “My true self.” i miss: “My wife.” i wish: “For it to end...”

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