#waaaaait he's bad

[lynxalon]

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT THAT CRITROLE EP WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! im SO glad we had the set up of the last one so we could have the big thrills of this!!!!!!!!! this had everything!! it had ira's bad (and good!) decisions! it had sam's out of pocket wacky can shenanigans!! it had deception and sneaking! it had badass plays and some.. eye-catching talents 👀 it had gross shit that's kinda actually sad if u think about it! it had walking (running) away from explosions (NOT a sunglasses moment this was a loserfail) it had .. terrifying parents. it had imodna momence !! :D it even had some unprecedented wins for our typically fighty/flighty adventurers!!! i will ABSOLUTELY be watching that again come monday!!!!!!!!!!

#lynx speaks #cr spoilers #now to expand upon these!!! i am THRILLED that there has been a more overt notice of orym's hex 😏 #thats what i've been excited for for aaaaaaages i adore orym esp when he gets a little more fucked up #what can i say im a bit of an angst fan myself :D #fcg gave ira SUCH a bad time tho like CMON BBYYYYY 1 MINUTE ?!?!?!?!?!! yall r LUCKY yalls r cool af #also tho.... ira actually saving fearne like 👀 i see it!!! i think simply everyone likes fearne and everyone would save her 😎 #and team infiltrate i loooved imogen's use of that damn .. what was it called ? the damn static bomb that was sick as hell!!! #and hey!! both teams got in and out without anyone catching on that it was bells hells helping! #is that a first for bh? cause it sure feels like it TBH like the feywild malleus key stunt did NAWT go this smoothly #even with the bumps they had they did terrific frfr #esp with imogen setting up oryms badass fighter play and launda and chet setting each other up for success #and it does FEEL like imogen is more powerful on ruidus just from the plays she makes like the static spell and how it set Everyone up #to protect them all and keep their enemies in bad positions so that bh had good positions #they barely got hits and orym and chet took the brunt of it #they got out everoa and themselves without too much hassle and i'd say team mcfuckin 'splosion did pretty fucken well too #more damage on their side but. thatssss not their fault thats mainly on ira (and fcg 😂) #gosh. goshhh. what a good fucking episode. and sorrowlord zathuda. and liliana. fuck bro. #zathuda is SCARY #and liliana i meaaaaaaan. hun what did u THINK 🧐 imogen meant when she told u to run?? 🤔 'did she know' u know the answer to that. #i was definitely excited cause. we knew the volition were gonna fail in killing liliana. but i felt in my heart that she was gonna #feel betrayed by imogen. despite creating the scenario in which imogen must 'betray' her. #i LOVE fucked up mothers cant waaaaait to see what happens next !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[invested-in-your-future]

What bothers me the most of idea of Weiss and Jaune as even remote possibility is how much it plays into this idea that "if you just act in specific nice guy way, even the women who showed absolutely zero interest in you and plainly and directly rejected you will suddenly like you"

Like that's literal "nice guy" rhetoric that if you push for it long enough and act in specific way it will happen.

Its as if he failed some RPG dialogue because his CHA stat was not high enough, but its okay with enough women having died for his manpain he now has enough EXP to succeed at that. Just got to equip the right gear and click the right dialogue options.

The whole idea that "oh rejection happened not because someone said no to you but because of specific other circumstances and that no means nothing really". The idea that its because he lacked a specific quality or hasn't suffered enough or hasn't sported a Cardin Haircut or haven't "done the correct set of actions". The idea that there's a specific version or state of masculinity that would have turned that no into yes.

And it plays into the whole "Oh a woman is just WRONG for not "giving him a chance" and rejecting him" kind of narrative. And it posits a woman/love interest as a "reward" for Development/Change/Suffering. You just have to waaaaait real patiently till life itself makes her change her mind and rewards you.

Which is funny because I swear the show's narrative intent in first three seasons was about having him let it go, grow past that kind of mentality and slowly realize just how toxic that kind of mindset can be and that nobody is entitled to relationships or approval or love, short term OR long term. That he should let go of his toxic and immature notions of gender roles, masculinity and "heroism" and grow to be his own person who is comfortable with himself and with being himself.

Well my bad, I guess that was wrong! The obviously healthy way wasn't to just accept rejection and move on with your life, but to lift some weights, see some people (I say people but its literally just women LMAO) die for your development and become MANLY enough with enough SUFFERING to make it magically okay.

#rwde #rwby

[randoimago]

waaaaait you got a dog and you ain’t even gonna drop pics?? Kat pls

He's so bad at sitting still cause someone has to be petting him at all times 🙄

But here's Sherlock!!

#mod kat speaks #jellie-bean

[pikaflute]

do you have any cfoface thoughts kicking around. just curious.

i always do babyee

Murderface likes affection but he's shyyyyyy and he never wants to ask for it but Charles like knows how Murderface is so one day Charles just leans his head on Murderface's shoulder while they're together and Murderface is like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING" and Charles is like "hm. resting, why? do you want me to me move?" and Murderface doesn't say anything and Charles knows he's won. Murderface ends up with Charles in his lap by the end of the night

Murderface wants to learn how to fence because sword fighting is cool. When Charles offers to teach him, Murderface says it'll be easy because Charles will go easy on his boyfriend. So Charles kicks his ass, and Murderface is like "yeah i gotta go pee (he got hard)" and like Charles is like "have fun"

They're talking about torture methods and Murderface is talking about some medieval device and he's really animated and excited about talking about some guy getting crushed or eaten by like an animal over like five days and Charles is like "can we make love now"

Charles: sweetie can i rap on planet piss :). Murderface: no. Charles: guess that torture museum date we had planned is done. Murderface: WAAAAAIT

Charles is very private and he's very affectionate in private and Murderface likes that because he feels if he was kissed in public he'd like throw up from nervousness.though sometimes he holds charles hand in public. and charles squeezes back, and murderface feels like hes burning alive (positive)

murderface: i need my boyfriend to comfort me i did bad in my video game today. charles, who was killing him the whole match: lol

murderface carries charles a lot (hes gay) and says it's to help him relax after working all day but charles knows the truth but doesnt correct him (he likes to be held)

hairy guys win. this isnt like a gay thought but, just thought id say it.

murderface trying to learn like fancy things to impress charles and charles listening to the worst music on the planet to impress murderface. the things theyd do for love

murderface buys charles a lot of gifts because he is bad at expressing emotions. charles on the other end expresses his emotions through love letters because he's gets all nervous trying to speak about his feelings

charles plays guitar and goes "maybe i could be the bassist" and murderface is like "YOU FORGET YOUR PART ONE TIME-" "hm. well no it was more than once william"

i think they kiss each other alot. like homos

and they also cuddle a lot

thats all my thoughts for now. thank you for listening king [salutes] #LOVEWINS #RESPECT

[kaizokushojo]

Last night we had enough time to watch four episodes of The Muppets Mayhem and it was absolutely a blast. Highly recommend. I can't waaaaait for more, hopefully we finish tonight since Zelda drops at midnight.

Non spoiler comments: the characters are all performed very well and feel in-character. The humans are the weakest point of the show but even then still aren't bad (the conflict isn't forced, for example). The new characters are good.

Very mild spoilers:

I think someone could easily argue Animal has been too babyfied/tamed, but idk, I think he's fine here. He still gets all rage-y. I think he's being played off as romantically entranced with [character]; if he was just horny for her he'd chase her and be all WOMAN! WOMAN! but I don't think he's feeling that particular kind of emotion, lol.

Bigger, guest star related spoilers:

Who the heck is Zed. I looked him up and I've still never heard of him. Like I have heard of Dojacat and a bunch of other dropped names but not this dude. Apparently he's an EDM guy. I'm generally used to recognizing Muppet collab artists so this threw me off LOL. He's probably very famous but I just don't run in the right circles, I guess. They probably picked an EDM dude for [certain plot point] specifically? Which was fine, that story worked well.

#the muppets mayhem #the muppets

[moonfromearth]

Get to Know Me Tag!

[useless info edition]

Thank you so much @papiermaker for the tag!! 😊😊

What do you have under your bed? Shoes, mostly, and a few dolls that I'm still holding onto from my childhood.

Favorite candy? (be very specific if possible) Hmmm... It's probably twizzlers (the multicolored ones or the lemon and cherry goo filled ones or the original too... I guess just all twizzlers actually). (this makes me want candy now 😋😋)

Describe your favorite shirt... It's a deep navy blue long sleeved shirt with white strips running across it horizontally and a stretched out neckline.

The last thing you drew/doodled was... I think it was the macarons I drew on a postcard for the postcard swap a lot of people do during nano (national novel writing month). I've been wanting to draw characters from Bendy and the Dark Revival so bad though, but haven't had the time yet.

Are you completely sober rn? Yes (lol I can't even legally drink yet, I probably wouldn't anyway, just not my thing 😆)

What's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? I don't really think there's one thing that's more annoying than anything... I think it would be having to do a video game fight over and over again because I did something stupid, that's always annoying (especially when my brother's there cause, like, he's really good at video games and I always feel embarrassed).

Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? No but I can't be the only one who kinda wants to see it happen... For science.... 😉

If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? I think in Greece because we have a vacation planned to go there and I can nooooot waaaaait 😄😄

What was the single last word you spoke? I said "Yeah" to my mom because she asked if she could have the last poptart... Which feels like such a weird answer 😅😅

Tag whoever you’d like to know better:

No pressure, though, of course, feel free to ignore 😅 @newcrests-townie @oswanily @aliennooboo @thepettymachine and @dandelionwishies

#thanks again papiermaker this was really fun!! #😄😄😄 #tag game

[kingsofhellfire]

Aural Kink and DND voice

wynnyfryd:

drunk eddie pulling out his gravelly dm voice

kesbird:

AHHHHHHH

Gorgeousgreymatter:

he was serious about the gravitas

wynnyfryd:

he’s just improvising a sexy one-shot campaign in steve’s ear

lettersinthesand:

NOT THE GRAVELLY DM VOICE

lettersinthesand:

BROOOO HE WOULD

Buff Muggin:

AURAL KINK AURAL KINK AURAL KINK

Let’s fucking GO

lettersinthesand:

DIDNT KNOW HOW MUCH I NEEDED THIS

kesbird:

AURAL KINK MY BELOVED

Buff Muggin:

several people are typing

wynnyfryd:

EDDIE MAKING STEVE PICK AN OPTION BEFORE CONTINUING LIKE A SMUTTY LITTLE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Hey Steve if you roll a d20 right now I'll let you take all my clothes off because drunk Eddie definitely plays with his dumb little dice

kesbird:

Aural kinks and sensitive ears just

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Our braincells touched :EddieSIMP:

lettersinthesand:

Steve lounging in the background during a hellfire sesh and just straight up having to fight off a boner because he suddenly realizes with vivid clarity that Eddie's dirty talk voice is also his DM voice

lettersinthesand:

OH YEAH HE DO

lettersinthesand:

YES

kesbird:

GOD

wynnyfryd:

aaaaaand it’s floor time

meg :

Steve when it clicks ^^

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Drunk Eddie abusing the dm voice oh my god

kesbird:

He has to excuse himself and Eddie who KNOWS what he’s doing is like let’s take a break 😌

Buff Muggin:

11 or above on a d20 is a success and a piece of clothing is removed. 10 or lower and something gets put back on

wynnyfryd:

Image

kesbird:

Oh I am SO CLOSE to finishing my strip studying fic

rainbownerds:

nat 20 means Steve gets to choose what gets removed

lettersinthesand:

They both come back with their hair a little messier and the kids collectively decide to pretend they didnt notice

wynnyfryd:

your WHAT???? :loveteeth:

meg:

Later that night when they get to Steve’s house, Steve’s just like, “can you… can you talk like that again… please?”

lettersinthesand:

OH THE ONE WITH THE FLASHCARDS RIGHT

Buff Muggin:

Nat one means the dice are put away and sexy time is over just full stop 😔

meg:

Also, Eddie can growl. Like, literally growl. Eddie breaks that out in bed and Steve almost dies.

Buff Muggin: Dm voice is only one letter off from dom voice I’m JUST saying

kesbird:

yeah! The one where Nancy proposes that Steve try the stripping thing game with Eddie that he tried with her, while Eddie studies for his GED because steve has run out of options on trying to get this oblivious dude to realize he’s been hitting on him for like 2 months

wynnyfryd:

mmmmph, busts out some metal vocal techniques

Gorgeousgreymatter:

...Eddie's dm voice is suspiciously the exact same voice he has after he deep throats Steve and now Steve cannot unknow this he can never drive Dustin to dnd again

rainbownerds:

steve rolls a nat 1 and eddie just stares at it before going "..... forgot to mention you roll with advantage because of uh.... being hot"

Buff Muggin:

YEAH

lettersinthesand:

HNGVDJVD [error]

kesbird:

Image

lettersinthesand:

Image

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Steve's voice kink knows no bounds

And Eddie is unrelenting

lettersinthesand:

I read that in his voice oh my god

lettersinthesand:

As he SHOULD BE

meg :

Once he learns how much his voice does for Steve, he just rolls with it

Buff Muggin:

Steve rolls 2 nat ones and Eddie is just like “…that’s 1 in 400 odds, what the fuck? Uh… you have… an ability that lets you reroll ones. Go again.”

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

LMAOOO

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Steve would be furious lol

lettersinthesand:

Jfjfhdhdgd

wynnyfryd:

aaaand we’re back to that pinned audio in this chat

kesbird:

Has one night where he gets Steve in a blindfold and doesn’t stop talking for the whole night

WHAT PINNED AUDIO

Gorgeousgreymatter:

changed my mind I don't wanna kiss you that bad anymore

Eddie: noooo waaaaait

rainbownerds:

then he rolls a three and eddie grumpily has to put his shirt back on. they're back exactly where they started. "this was hotter in my mind, honestly"

#steddie #aural kink #dm!eddie #hellfire club #steve #eddie

[moondove330]

"world's finest" OMG WE'RE HERE IT'S *THEM*

Lois, to Bruce: "you seem awfully interested in Superman. you want me to fix you two up?" girl this is either the 1960s or 1996 you better be careful xD

he kinda...floats? probably thinking something like "whooaaa what on Earth"

waaaaait i just realized he was probably able to do that because of the sliver of kryptonite but No i choose to believe otherwise actually because...superman is sooo bad at fighting. he just gets thrown all over the place like a ragdoll, it's pretty funny. he doesn't Need To and yet he needs to because the first thing every villain does is weaken or otherwise stun him somehow hellooooo

you just Know batman is soooooo proud of himself though for a) THROWING SUPERMAN b) putting a tracker on him and c) stealing his woman oh my GOD

anyways, LOVE IT, here comes part two :D

#ramble #superman the animated series #stas

[15ktherapy]

also thers like. generally with the double sided balh bakh wahtevrr as an occasional gem watcher she can be toxic and I love it she’s so fun if she can be mean to someone she will- and that’s awesome! she can be mean to her friends it’s fun, but like. when SAPNAP is mean to his friends or toxic he’s just sooooo bad. it’s like the double standards of all time. like. tbh thinking about it a little they’re kinda like two sides of the same coin. waaaait omg I just had the revelation of a life time and unfortunately I can’t share it becaudeEVRRYEOENDS A LOSER. well if I make anything i might share it w u guys. ong waaaaait gem and sapnap

[hobiefan]

Evil or not pt three

Best song to listen to for this is self love.

Miguel wasn’t phased, and grabbed you by the foot. You scratched his hand with your claw, as Hobie said, “Don’t let her scratch you! Well now it’s too late…” He let go, as he started to bleed like crazy. “Oops,” you said sarcastically. Gwen laughed at Miguel for not being aware. You landed near Gwen and fist bumped. Hobie was flabbergasted that you guys were comfortable. You walked into the excavation site and locked the way in, just after Hobie slipped inside. “Dang it you just don’t leave…” You mutter to yourself. “I’m on ya like duck tape mate,” Hobie replied. “I’m on you like duck tape mate,” You mocked, holding a raptor skull. You noticed Miguel and Gwen about to toss a web at you, so you snatched up Hobie with your whip, shoving him in the webs instead. You were about to flip away when another person came. “Awww more back up, funny this person could actually keep up with your quick fighting, Miles,” Hobie said thankfully. “Hey uh, do me a favor, oi! UNWEB ME!” He yelled, attracting guards. All of the spiders fled, leaving Hobie struggling in the web, so you pulled him out of the web and left. “So, spidey, ya friends left, so you don’t think they’re ya real friends,” you chuckle, walking with him next to you. “Nuhunh cat woman - Agent Kara, wait so are you a cia agent. No that’s my code name on missions. Well ok “Kara” you don’t get to determine who my friends are. Just saying you stated. Well stop statin eh’. And where are you taking me anyways lad? To my place. Yah but on what street? Hobie asked intently.wouldn’t you like to know you said tapping his nose. Hobie slightly pouted which made you laugh . When you got back you finally un webed him. He popped his wrists so loud you could hear it from Austria. You jumped up in fear. Why was that so loud bro how long has it been since you popped your wrists ? Since the fight , he said it so calm it made you disgusted. So this is the place, you turned on grip mode on your suit and walked the wall to your room and opened the window yah pretty much. He climbed through the window right after you. It looks like mine. Mine is literally just neutral colors blue brown gray white navy. Unhhuh he said looking at you like he was in a trance. You got clothes from your closet it was a silk pajama crop top that was navy and silk booty shorts. You went into the bathroom ,showered,washed hair,did skin care and hair care and put on a face mask. You exited the bathroom to see Hobie staring at you on your bed excuse you. He snapped out of it, what uhm. His face went blank. You laughed at him getting in your bed . He didn’t get out he just scooted over so why do you steal ? Wouldn’t cha like to know. I would in fact. Well too bad. Waaaaait why ain’t you attacking me. I don’t ‘av anywhere to go .you don’t have a house or apartment. Well I was overdue for rent and… oh well you can stay one night then it’s bye bye.you’re not all bad are ya kitty and they say black cats are bad. Huh well maybe you just stumbled upon a burnt Ginga cat. You chucked sweetly.he took his boots socks jacket and jewelry. You got up and took off his mask slowly he didn’t mind he looked deep into you’re deeply colored eyes you broke eyes before he could think about even kissing you.he smiled at  you he was charming none the less his smile was sweet like sugar, you would kiss but you don’t want to hurt him if he ever finds out.you sat in the bed and invited him to sleep in the bed to. You both watched tv for hours laying on his chest while his arm was on your shoulder. You turned your light off and dark blue leds on. You got comfortable on his chest and slept.

[yukikorogashi]

The Wolf Among Us - chapter one - sentence starters

@mortul​​​ asked: “Yer not as bad as everyone says ya are.” (hi ❤️)~

   SHE WAS TAKEN ABACK BY THAT STATEMENT THEN, and understandably so. Halting in her tracks at that moment as she casted her widen gaze up to the bro. His gaze as warm as his skin was cold, his ever lackadaisical demeanour should have been enough to tell her then that he was merely teasing her. And, yet... Itsuki still couldn’t help but wonder then... For sure, she had learnt long since that not everyone was gonna like you. But to hear that EVERYONE didn’t think the best of her??? Eek, what could she have done to have earned such a reputation? The REVELATION would cause the little one’s mind to race, as she thought super hard to herself... but not necessarily all that long. 

   “Waaaaait-a-minute.... are ya pullin’ mah leg, bro?” Itsuki would eventually ask. Placing her hands almost accusingly upon her sides as she pouted up at him, “W-What did they say ‘bout me? If this is-a ‘bout dat fight dat happened at the school cafeteria, a-ah didn’ start it!” While she had participated in it-- thrown a cupcake or two like they were snowballs, others had done much worst that very day!

#(Helloooo <333 Tysm for sending this in boo <3) #(Gonna keep things a little shorter while I try to shake this rust offa me awuheawuh!) #(Christoph don't scare her like this TAT!!!) #❄️ THE ORPHAN ;; MODERN VERSE ❄️ #mortul #❄️ ASKS ❄️ #❄️ QUEUE ❄️

[taesomega]

taehyungs shoulders: *out*

taehyung nation: *feasts*

#i cant waaaaait till he gets on stage i wanna see my prince so bad ........

[gffa]

Honestly, the older I get, the more I understand the Jedi philosophy.

It’s like,as a teen- how can you just sit there and do nothing?! People are in trouble! And what the heck do you mean attachment, friends are important!!!

As a twentyish year old- okay, this is a sort of bad situation, but you still have to do something- and who the heck thinks having a former slave relive slavery for character building is a good thing?! (It was either a novel or a comic, I just noped right out because that was handled really badly by the author)

As a semi-mature adult- okay, emotions can really cloud your judgment, even the subjectively good ones. The philosophy the Jedi are based on is a good one, just a little bit different from what I’m used to, and the more I learn the better I understand the story! And a great part of me learning the story is thanks to your blog! So thank you for your efforts, they aren’t going to waste!

Of course, I still relapse on occasion, mostly when something hits me as wrong- the kadavo arc brought back my frustrations because the whole ‘exposure therapy’ or ‘flooding’ rarely works when it’s a controlled environment and the patient can tap out safely, because it’s more likely to re-traumatize a person and set back their recovery greatly. So having the council think it’s a great idea just kinda makes me 😡.

Again: Thank you so much for the information you provide!

It's interesting that I've talked to more than a few people who started out with the whole "the Jedi are a cult" and "the Jedi kind of brought this on themselves" and "they abused Anakin" train of thought and I'm one of them, too. I watched the movies when I was young, I didn't really have a lot of thoughts about them, Jedi good, Sith bad, etc. Then I got into fandom and saw people saying how the Jedi were really terrible and that was actually what you were supposed to understand when you really thought about it and I completely believed it. And then I got into rewatching the movies and watching TCW and reading Lucas interviews and waaaaait the Jedi don't actually seem that bad... well, they still needed to change, but... well, what were they supposed to do... wait, they're based on Buddhism, oh, that does change how I see them... wait, they're actually being really nice to Anakin in this scene and never took him to task unless he'd just fucked up real bad??... and, well, here I am. It's also true that, the older I get, the more I vibe with the Jedi's approach to emotions--you're not supposed to suppress them, but you need to be mindful of them, you need to let that shit go, because it will poison you otherwise. I was so, so angry when I was young. I was angry every day and the longer it went on, the more I would just seethe at people, the more I would wallow in the bad things happening to me, the more I would just be relentlessly negative. All of it was justified in any given example, but I was so fucking miserable. I was losing friends because they couldn't deal with it. I hated myself and everything. I realized I had to let go of my anger, no matter how justified it was. I still have things to be furious about today, in my personal life and in my online life and in the world around me, and there are days I handle it better than others. But every day I have to keep examining my feelings, acknowledging them, and not letting them consume me. Because that way only lies misery for me. So, the Jedi don't have to be perfect, literally nobody should be held to the standards of being perfect, nobody is 100% pure sunshine, because that's purity culture garbage. But they were genuinely trying, they were in shitty circumstances and not given correct info all the time, like, are we talking about Anakin going undercover with the Zygerrians? Because I think they trusted Anakin to tell them if he wasn't ready to do this, it wasn't meant to be exposure therapy, but that they believed he could handle it, that he might struggle with his anger about it, but if it was too traumatizing, he would say so. And he wasn't alone, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were there to help him and keep an eye on him. It's not a perfect solution, nothing in the galaxy at that point in time was perfect, because there weren't really any good solutions. And my response isn't to try to browbeat you into agreeing or say that you're wrong, more to explain my view of things (since we're dealing with my inbox and all 😂) and why I sympathize with the position everyone was put in and why I don't think the Jedi were the worst ever or whatever. Sometimes we just disagree on things, interpret things differently, and as long as we're friendly to each other as real people (which you have been very sweet about in this message, thank you! I hope I can return it and my apologies if not), we'll be fine. And thank you for the reminder that, even if we disagree on some stuff, there are people who are fine just not seeing eye to eye and still understanding that the other person is kind and thoughtful and has their reasons, I really needed that today.

#jedi order #meta

[bruhstories]

Personal Demon

Summary: Because of a mistake, you're assigned a devil instead of an angel. Pairing: Demon!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader Warnings & Conent: oh boy, here we go - language, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of rape, fingering, unprotexted sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of reader in an asylum, sliiiiight dumbification of reader, slight corruption of reader, Eren's a little shit Word Count: 3.9 k

A/N: So I wrote this in, like, 3-4 days because I felt like it's pretty bad but not bad enough not to post it. I hope you still enjoy it, though!

You always felt it — breathing in your nape, moving in the corner of your room at night, whispering things you shouldn't dare think about. Your own personal demon. Most of the time you did a good job at ignoring it. Most of the time you abused substances to make it go away, at least for a minute. With the puff of weed or a bottle of alcohol, it stayed away, only watching from afar and never involving itself with you. Most of the time.

Keys clung in your hands, door shutting behind as you walked into your apartment, fingers wrapped around your grocery bags. Yet another night of drinking the voice away.

"Not today, Satan." You hummed, popping open a bottle of gin, nose scrunching at the bitter taste.

"I keep telling you, the easiest way to get rid of me would be to kill yourself." It spoke, this time outside of your head.

"And I keep telling you to stay the fuck away from me." You growled back.

"We both know that's not possible."

Another sip and you put the bottle down, hands digging inside the bag for a snack.

"You're gonna need something stronger than that."

There it was, the bar of chocolate you so eagerly starved for. The TV suddenly turned on. It was craving entertainment.

"Anything unusual happened today?"

No, it was craving attention and you were not about to give it any. You put the groceries inside the fridge and grabbed the bottle, plopping on the couch.

"How long are you going to pretend I'm not here?"

"As long as I need." You snapped back, eyes glued to the TV.

"Well, that didn't last long." It laughed. "Come on, Y/N, we've been together for, what, 24 years?"

"Can you just shut up? Disappear? Crawl back to Hell?"

"Nope. Waaaaait, I know why you've got your panties in a twist. It's because that Jean guy you like hooked up with Mikasa, right?"

It was impossible to deal with. Every single second, it was there. Since you've been born, it was there, always watching, always following you, always. You tried to go to a priest, a monk, anything, but nothing helped. The angel that was supposed to guide you happened to be a demon and there was nothing you could do about it. But you were not going to give it the satisfaction of ending your pathetic life, no matter how much you wanted to, because despite being a demon, it still had to keep you alive until your time came. It, however, did like to push you over the edge, push you until you grabbed a knife and slit your wrists, only for the knife to get shoved by some invisible force before you could finish the job. It tormented you and it loved it.

"I told you, not today, Satan."

"Ugh, my name's-"

"I don't care." Your head snapped into the direction of the voice, only to be met with a wall. "Let's face it, we shouldn't have been in this situation, so why don't you shut your mouth up and let me get on with my life?"

"What life?" It laughed and you could already picture the sneer on its face, flashing you fangs and a forked tongue. "That's not even what I look like."

"Get out of my head!" You screamed before grabbing the bottle and emptying half of its contents.

"Careful, Y/N, the neighbours might call the police and you don't want to end up like last time, do you?"

Last time... you were but a child, throwing plates at the wall only to make it stop talking when your parents admitted you to an asylum. You had to live with it for half a year before they let you out.

"Please, please stay out of my head." Tears pooled at your eyes as you clutched the bottle at your chest.

"Now why would I stay out when it's just so much fun in you?"

"God, I hate you so much!"

"Me or beardy up there? I couldn't quite get it." It laughed again, laughing at your damn misery as you got up from the couch and left the apartment.

The alcohol already made its way to your brain when you reached the ground floor of the building. Rain poured outside but you didn't care, you just ran as far away from it as possible and for the first time in years, it didn't follow you. Grateful and content, you slowed down, admiring the beauty of the city which you ignored because of the voice inside of your head. The smell of rain, the colourful buildings, the empty streets, everything felt new and refreshing, and you took it all in. Time seemed to slow down without itconstantly nagging in the back of your mind and you realised you were pretty far away from your home, an area unknown to you. Still, you knew how to get back, you hoped, but when you turned around, a man pushed you into an alleyway.

"Satan?" You whispered, dizzy from the lingering gin and smell of rain. The man pinned you to a wall and finally you were beginning to realise what was happening.

"Call me whatever you want, baby, just keep that pretty voice down." His hand moved up your thigh and panic seeped through your veins. "We don't want to draw any attention, now, do we?" He kissed your neck and you froze on the spot, eyes widening in fear and body shivering.

"L-let go of me!" You managed, the alcohol numbing your arms, rendering you unable to push the stranger away.

"Shhh, don't fight it." The man squeezed your arms, his fingers bruising the soft skin. Anger, sadness and pain coiled together in your chest and you couldn't breathe anymore. Oh, how you wished you never left your flat, how you wished you stayed back and listened to itconstantly yapping, like a maggot crawling into your brain. "Aren't you a pretty one?" He cooed, his hand travelling lower, lower, to the point where tears started rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the snot and rain on your face.

And then it happened — in the blink of an eye, your assailant was thrown against the other wall by the too familiar invisible force as you sank to the ground, eyes puffy and red, legs trembling.

"The fuck? What are you?" The man hissed at you, his hands holding his abdomen.

"I'm the devil." It spoke, voice inhuman and perilous, and you could only sneer at him. For the first time you were happy it was there. Sick, twisted thoughts invaded your mind and you wanted to watch him suffer, and itknew. It knew, because the devil was always in your head.

"You crazy bitch!" The assailant, now helpless and overpowered, did not know about your own personal demon, and he tried to get up, tried to leap forward at you and strangle the last bit of air out of your lungs, but he couldn't. Somethingwas holding him back.

"You want him dead?" It asked, but you know the devil took more pleasure in inflicting pain rather than swiftly killing.

"No." You grinned, eyes dark and dangerous. "I want him to suffer."

"That's my girl."

Blood-curling screams echoed in the alleyway. You didn't know what it was doing to him, but you knew for a fact that you were enjoying the sounds that came out of your attacker. His wrists contorted in a way you didn't think was possible, and the melody of broken bones reminded you that what was happening was wrong. For a moment, your brain was rational, telling you that it should stop, that you should both just leave and forget this ever happened. But... it also felt good, it felt like you've just been reborn, discovering a deeply buried part of you that ached to be exposed. Then, his legs twisted and the man winced in pain, so much pain, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

"More?" It asked and you nodded.

"More."

His arms looped, like a deformed puppet loosely strung, and it made him dance in the rain until his body gave up from fatigue.

"Aw, I was really hoping he'd be a feisty one." It mused, and you also clicked your tongue in disappointment. Before you left, you gave your assailant a good kick in the stomach, your boot stomping on his face with so much anger and force that what remained was unrecognisable.

Wet clothes piled on the floor, you wrapped your naked body in a blanket to warm yourself up. What just happened? What did you do? Why did you allow it to happen and more importantly, why did you love every minute of it? The questions jogged in your fuzzy brain, as you slowly sobered up.

"Why did I enjoy it, Satan?" You asked, lips quivering.

"I told you, my name's not Satan, it's-"

"Eren, I know. I remember." You could feel it quirk a brow, surprised and impressed by its name rolling down your tongue so naturally. "Why did I enjoy it? It's wrong and disgusting."

"Do you remember what happens when you say my name?" It sounded almost concerned.

"You physically manifest, I know. Now answer my fuckingquestion."

"What do you want me to say?" Itasked, fragments of muscle, skin and silk pulling together from thin air. First, its legs. Then, its upper body, draped in a charcoal-black robe. "That you're as sadistic as I am? Maybe it wasn't a mistake that you have a demon, not an angel." And finally, its face materialised in front of you — long dark brown hair falling down his shoulders and eyes so green, it felt like a forest was in them. It looked almost human, the hooked nose, the elongated ears, the deeply sunken emeralds and jagged mouth betraying its true nature.

"I thought you'd have fangs." Was your only response at the scene unfolding in front of you, blanket clutched at your chest. Any normal person would shudder at the demonic sight of Eren appearing in front of them, but to you, it felt comforting to finally assign a face to the voice you so desperately tried to ignore.

"And I thought you wanted to get rid of me." It scoffed, its facial features changing, becoming softer and resembling a human man, but those eyes didn't change an ounce.

"I don't know what I want anymore. If it weren't for you, I would've been raped and dead, probably."

"Just embrace it, Y/N. Just let go of that annoying voice in your head that tells you it's wrong." He encouraged. "There's no such thing as good or bad, right or wrong. It's just surviving, adapting or dying."

Eren looked unbelievably human and incredibly handsome in the dim light of your living room lamp. Maybe it was the alcohol that hasn't left your body yet, or maybe it was the fact that he saved you, again, but the truth was that the devil in your house was making you feel something you couldn't even feel for Jean — and you thought you were in love with Jean.

"Alright, let's pretend for a moment that I give into temptation." Your eyes found his and you felt hypnotised, the rational part of your brain slowly overshadowed by your instincts and feelings. "What then? Do you leave me alone? Do you go back to hell? Do Igo to hell?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call it hell. More like a demonic paradise." He shrugged, eyes bored and blank, devout of any emotion. You leaned forward trying to search for something in his darkened orbs.

"Why are you being nice to me? You're supposed to save me from death, not rape."

He clicked his tongue, your question drilling into his brain, repeating itself over and over again. Why did he save you? It's not like he cared, he only did his job, right? Right?

Wrong.

The demon you grew up with, the demon who tormented you, the demon who tried so desperately to ruin your life did, in fact, give two shits about you and your pathetic existence. Just not in the way you thought.

"Let's just say no one gets to touch you but me." Eren closed the gap between you two, his nose almost grazing over yours. He was absolutely intoxicating and you always fought with the constant need to let him control you. After all, he was always with you, he saw you hit your lowest points, he saw the best of you, he saw your naked body, he saw everything, ergo you were his. Your head quickly turned to the side before you leaned back, exhaustion written all over your face as Eren clicked his tongue. The thing about demons was that they couldn't physically interfere without their human's consent, only using invisible force to stop you from dying and he was just so close.

"Ah, but you can't touch me, though." You trailed off, brow quirked at his narrowed eyes. You've done your homework, you knew what he needed, but still, that side of you tried to prevail over the side that craved his touch.

"Yet." Eren snapped back before your drifted to sleep.

Once again you dreamt of it him, his cock buried deep inside your needy cunt as you screamed his name over and over again while you came undone. When you jolted up from your sleep, he was there, watching you, like a predator stalking its prey. Normally he wouldn't be there, but since you called his name, Eren was glaring down at your helpless body, famished for something only you could give him.

"What's the time?" You groaned, fingers rubbing your eyelids.

"Three in the morning." He answered, eyes glued to you. "Bad dream?" The demon sneered. You knew he'd been in your head again, you knew those dreams existed for a reason.

"They wouldn't be bad if you'd just stay the fuck out of my mind." You hummed with a fake smile.

"Alright then, look me in the eye and tell me, reallytell me you want me to leave you alone." But you couldn't and he knew it. "Stop fighting it, Y/N. For two decades you kept trying. Maybe you should stop being stubborn and just give in." Eren shrugged, his voice tempting and you only wondered if that's how Eve felt when the snake tempted her. You weren't a Christian by any means, but you knew the story well enough to figure out the consequences.

"I have work tomorrow. Please let me sleep." You got up from the couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

And that's when Eren reached his limits. He followed you into your bedroom, something knocking the wind out of you as you fell on the mattress. Somethingpulling the blanket off of you. Somethingtravelling down your arms, goosebumps dotting your skin as he stood in the doorway.

"I can't touch you, but I can do so many things to you." He inched closer, his figure imposing and dangerous and you could feel your core burning. "I can smell your arousal, Y/N. I know you want it. You just have to say it." Eren demanded and you hated that he was right. Slowly but surely, the battle in your heart and mind was coming to an end the more he got closer to the bed. "Say it."

You whined and writhed in pain and pleasure, and in the blink of an eye your life flashed before your eyes as you came to the conclusion that you've tried so hard to stay away from the demon, but either he was too persistent, or you were too weak. Or you just simply wanted him to ravage you and you were okay with that. Your hands stopped moving, your body stopped fighting.

"Do it..." You half-begged, judgement clouded, vision blurry. "Please, do it! Touch me, break me, fuck me, please! I need you, need to feel you..."

Like some sort of spell had just been lifted, Eren felt relieved. The sight of your sprawled body, combined with the lustful look in your lidded eyes only fed his hunger and he was famished. Calloused fingertips grazed over your knees, up your thighs, sending chills down your spine as you arched your back, pulling the demon closer to your face.

"Kiss me?" You asked, voice sweet and needy and he crushed his lips onto yours. They were surprisingly soft, tasting of whiskey and honey and the flavour lingered on your lips after he pulled away. Your body quivered under his touch, yearning for more, hands tugging at his silken robe to expose the chiselled chest. Eren pressed his forehead onto yours, hot breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'm going to ruin you, Y/N." He dug his teeth into your shoulder, the imprint burning into your skin, all the pent-up frustration slowly being released with each movement. He dragged one hand over your breasts before settling on one nipple, fingers pinching it to earn a reaction out of you. A whimper escaped from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards, wanting him closer than the laws of physics would allow. Your slender hands tangled in his locks as Eren left a trail of purple marks and bites all over your neck and shoulder.

"Fill me up, please..."

"Patience." He mused. "I've waited so many years for this, you can wait a few more minutes." Head buried between your tits, his hand travelled lower until it found your wet cunt. Fingers grazed over your folds before he drove his index into your soaked pussy and that's when you knew just how much you craved him. Your silken walls clenched around his curled-up finger and your neediness made him add another one, moans drilling through his eardrums, into his brain. "Fuck, you're so wet..." Eren hummed, vibrations tickling your skin. You couldn't form a coherent sentence even if your life counted on it. All you could think about was that if his fingers stretched you, his cock would tear your cunt apart — and you reallywanted to feel that. Fingernails dug into his back and he hissed, his tongue flicking your nipple and all the build-up was too much for you.

"Eren, please..." You mewled, your chest rising and falling with each breath, with each touch, each lick.

"You want me to fuck you? Want me to tear you apart?" The demon growled. His sudden change in tone only further added fuel to the fire inside your core and you eagerly nodded.

"Yes, God — yes! But Eren, I want to see you, not this pretty face you put on." You pleaded, eyes teary and demanding.

"No." He simply answered and that instantly made you jolt up, forcefully pushing him off of you.

"Are you trying to screw with my mind again? You've literally been with me for 24 years!" You shouted, and even Eren was slightly confused. "You tormented me for two decades, put me in an asylum, constantly stopped me from killing myself and now I can't even see the real you?" You threw your hands at him and he caught your wrists with ease. "You owe me at least that, Satan." Tears freely rolled down your face and you could feel his hot tongue lick the salty drops from your cheek. Your pain was his pleasure, he was a demon after all, the embodiment of all evil, but he decided you were corruptedenough to at least see his true colours, which you only managed to glance at.

"You're right, Y/N," Eren kissed your forehead and you couldn't even notice the manipulative hints in his voice, "you deserve at least this." He pulled back, and slowly his face distorted, allowing you to look at his disfigured mouth, elongated ears and abnormally long tongue.

"Thank you, thank you!" You beamed with bright eyes.

The woman who battled her demon? Gone.

In her place stood only a shell of a person, whose sole purpose was to get fucked by the demon in front of her. You feverishly parted his lips with your tongue, touch-starved and desperate, and Eren threw you onto the bed, robe pooled on the floor. And you were right, his cock wouldtear you apart by the looks of it. Before he could do anything, you spread your legs for him, like a good little slut, mouth agape and nothing but lust in your eyes. The sneer on his face was unlike anything you've seen before, and it both terrified and aroused you.

"Eager to please, aren't you?" He climbed onto the bed, the velvety tip of his cock barely touching your wet slit.

"I'm begging you, Eren, please fuck me!"

The demon scoffed at your pathetic words, but he couldn't deny how much he loved to hear your needy voice. You wouldn't have to know that, of course. He ever so slowly pushed the tip in between your folds, your cunt greedily taking it all in while you whimpered at the foreign sensation.

"Shhh," Eren cooed at you mockingly, "you love it, don't you?"

"Y-yes, please, d-deeper..."

Was it really you speaking or was this another one of his demonic tricks? And more importantly, did it even matter that he made you say those things when his cock felt just so good inside of you? Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you as Eren thrusts became harder. Your tits bounced with every move, pleasure engulfing both of you and you never knew demons fucked so raw.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He hissed into your ear, the compliment only making you clench your walls around his impossibly hard cock. "Such a good girl." Eren praised you, knowing perfectly well how much you lacked appreciation from your parents, knowing perfectly well how your childhood traumas and frustration only aided him. He was your demon, after all. When your only response was to roll your eyes at the back of your head like a possessed woman, Eren picked up the pace, his abnormal tongue licking at your collarbone.

"D-do you l-like it?" You asked, concerned that he might not be satisfied with you. He wouldn't be fucking you so hard if he didn't, but you were so brainwashed that nothing made sense anymore.

"I do, doll, now be a good whore and rub that clit, will you?" The demon urged and with a shaky hand you complied, the friction mixed with his thrusts sending you into a frenzy. You were close and he knew it.

"Oh, f-fuck! Eren!"

His cock hit that sweet spot and you were done for, your legs loosened around his waist, falling onto the bed, but he kept on fucking you.

"My turn." Eren growled, his hands lifting your hips like you were some sort of ragdoll between his fingers. Your vision blurred, every word you tried to utter lost in your throat the more he buried himself into you, yet somehow you still managed to clench your walls. With one final thrust you felt him spill his hot seed, cum dripping out of your sore cunt as he pulled out.

Eren plopped next to you and you curled up in a ball, head on his chest. You were craving his attention, his care, but he responded by bringing his hands behind his head, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He wanted to hold you tightly, he wanted to pet your head, but he couldn’t. And you were alright with that, because you knew that, no matter what, you would always have your own personal demon at your side.

#eren jaeger #eren smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger smut #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #snk #snk x reader #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin

[emilyartstudio-s]

Waaaaait a sec. How did I not notice this before? What happened to Jerg's eyebrow? Is it natural? Did he dye it for aesthetics? Did he get cursed by an ice witch?

Autumny made him dye it for the sake of “body feng shui”. So the demons don’t get him lmao (he’s been her friend longer so she was worried about her bad energy getting to him, if that makes sense???)

#THE QUESTIONS ARE HELPING ME DRAW THEM MORE IM EXCITED AS HELL #asks #ill tage all my oc stuff in a moment aa too much

[ask-the-official-gangreen-gang]

Late with Ace

-The camera turns on, showing Ace in his usual, handmade chair, the rest of the gang out of sight, and three folding chairs brought in, where the Powerpuff Girls sit-

“Heeeeeey, youse people! Welcome to the premiere of my own, special weekend segment: Late with Ace! bet yer all excited, huh? Well get even more excited cause here’s...The Powerpuff Goils!!”

-The sound of applause, probably the gang as the audience-

“Thanks for bein’ patient, goils. Had stuff to take care of. But I know our followers been lookin’ forward to this interview”

“It’s no trouble. I was...skeptical, the first time you asked. but we looked through your blog to make sure you weren’t pulling any tricks. Once we realized it’d be safe, we agreed to come. We’re glad to finally be able to do this interview, honestly. so much has happened in the past years”

“No kiddin’. Alright then, let’s get started shall we? Here’s the first question: How are ya dealin’ with crime these days? If ya had to rank your favorite and hardest to beat criminals etc how would youse do it? Also just how’s life for youse guys in general? How’s the professor and the rrb?”

“Oh oh! We’re not nearly as brutal as we used to be! We try not to go overboard when we’re fighting. And the professor's great!! He's made a bunch of progress in his inventions!”

“That’s right! Him actually taught us a lesson once. remember when all of you bad guys were being good because he controlled you? And Mojo is definitely the favorite, then Fuzzy, then you guys, annnd Princess, rowdyruff boys, and Him are on the bottom. But Him and Rowdyruff boys are the hardest.”

“...I try not to, believe me. But yeah, why? And eeeeyyyy, nice!”

“Well, it made us think. We spent years beating up bad guys, but we realized we didn’t even know why they were making crime to begin with. Oh and the Rowdyruff Boys are still snot-nosed jerks.”

“Yeah! So we stopped and thought about it, and decided to be gentler from then on!”

“No wonder there’s been less doctor and dentist bills! Hehehe! Alright, next question. Huh...These two are out of ordah. Gonna switch ‘em. Okay: Did you goils know that Ace joins the band Gorillaz in the future?What are ya thoughts on that?”

"Huh?! You join Gorillaz?! No way! How?!"

"Heheh, that answers that! Murdoc Niccols is an old friend. He needed a solid, and I was the next best talent he knew!"

"We knew you had your rock band with the gang, but that's incredible, Ace! The Gorillaz are a big band. Congratulations."

"Thanks, goils. Its a fun run. And I hope that part of my life ain't over. Did ya know they're fans of the show?"

"The Gorillaz? Are Powerpuff Girls fans?!"

"Yeah, sure are! Noodle used to watch, and 2-D has a Mojo Jojo t-shirt."

"Woooow! We're famous!!!!"

"We were already famous, Bubbles..."

"...Oh yeah!"

"Hehehe. Alright, here comes the next one: Hi goils! So it seems like you’re on bettah terms with the Gangreen Gang now, has your relationship changed with any of the other villains over the years?"

"Well, our family does go camping with Fuzzy's family in the summer! Even though he still terrorizes town once in a while."

"And Mojo still favors being a villain and finds being good too 'boring'...But when we're not fighting each other he's much nicer now! Sometimes Professor even invites him and his family over to have dinner with us!"

"Yeah and Him just finds it hysterical when the Rowdyruff boys start food fights. Jerks..."

"Buttercup, you always join said food fights."

"Didn't say I didn't. Then Mojo and Him just act like proud parents when the boys create chaos."

"Wait, so Him and Mojo Jojo are co-parentin'?"

"What's co-parenting?"

"Co-parenting is when two adults not in a relationship, but share child custody, work together to raise the children in a healthy, stable environment."

"Ohhhh! Then no! Definitely not co-parenting! Heehee!"

"Waaaaait a minute. Are youse saying Mojo and Him are-"

"In a solid, normal relationship? Yup."

"Yeah! Oh! If they get married, think they'd let me be the flower girl? I'd be the cutest flower girl ever!!!"

-Buttercup facepalms herself-

"Hehehe! Talk about a juicy dish, huh people? Okay, next question: Do ya feel any remorse for the things you've done? Are youse on good terms with the gang?"

"...Yes. Yes, we do feel remorse. We were wrong back then. We thought we were experts, that good was good and bad was evil in need of a buttkicking. But we were wrong. The world isn't black and white. There's shades of grey in-between, too. We're sorry we didn't understand back then..."

"And as for the gang, yeah! We still kick their butts when they steal, but we're not as harsh about it. Sometimes we do stuff together! Especially Buttercup and-"

"Ace! Isn't it time for the next question?"

"As a matter of fact it sure is! With the origin story out I've gotta wonder, girls. Did your dad evah say anythin' to ya about the pandemic?"

"Pandemic? ....No, he...didn't. What pandemic?"

"Uh oh. If youse don't know, Then I suggest reading our story, It Ain't Easy Bein' Gangreen on AO3!"

"Let me see. Do you have a copy of it?"

-A long, green arm reaches out, holding out a bundle of paper-

"PLBBT!"

"Thank you, Grubber. Let's see..."

-Blossom proceeds to speed read the first chapter, then she looks shocked.-

"Whoa! The professor accidently started an epidemic? How come we never knew about it?"

"Dark stain on the towns history. Veeeery dark. They wanted to bury it. For several reasons."

-Blossom proceeds to speed through the technically first chapter next-

"Oh! He found a cure! So there was probably no reason to- huh?!"

"What? Let me see!"

-Buttercup grabs the papers, reading the page Blossom was on, then she looks at Ace in shock.-

"You?! The professor saved YOU?"

"Eh...Sort of. Keep readin'."

-Buttercup looks back at the paper, reading the rest-

"Huh?! You were BORN green? We always thought it was a mutation you guys suffered from later on! Cool!!"

"Nah, nah. NOT cool. As for why, well you'll have to see as more of our story comes out. Everythin' ties together."

"If you mom had Gangrene, and the prifessor cured her...And if she returned to normal after being cured...Then how could you be born green? It doesn't make sense. You shouldn't have had any Gangrene cells in your body!"

-Blossom thinks, then suddenly gasps-

"It wasn't the Gangrene! It was the-"

-Ace quickly cuts her off.-

"AH! SPOILAH ALERT! Sorry, can't let ya finish that one! That info's gonna be revealed latah on. We're strict on spoilahs."

"Ohhh. Alright, I won't say it."

-she leans over to whisper to Ace-

"Yeeeah, ya got it alright. Nice detective work. But don't tell anyone. Got it?"

"Got it!"

"Heeey no fair! I wanna know! Secrets aren't nice!"

"Sorry, no can do. You'll find out eventually."

"Hehehe, that's right! Alright that's all the time we got this week! Remember people: Tell us who YOU wanna see me interview next! Have a goodnight people!"

-Ace and the girls wave to the camera, followed by applause from the gang as the camera cuts off.-

#gangreen gang #powerpuff girls #ace #snake #big billy #arturo #grubber #blossom utonium #buttercup utonium #bubbles utonium #professor utonium #mojo jojo #Him #rowdyruff boys