#BZZZZ. WRONG

[idk-bruh-20]

Us @ Marvel: Leave Peter Parker alone!

Marvel: Got it, leave Peter Parker completely alone...

Us: NO!

#BZZZZ. WRONG #0/10 MARVEL FIX THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW #peter parker #spider-man #spider man no way home #spider man nwh #incorrect marvel quotes #mcu memes #thoughts

[fancychaostraveller]

ReviveCherik2024 - Cooking

For the #ReviveCherik2024 Day11 : AU - Day26 : Cooking, based on @clockwork-stars's astonishing culinary talents !

The AU is set on a modern!Uni -verse where Erik and Charles met on a protest thanks to Raven, Charles' sister, that is in Erik's brotherhood.

Erik is fighting for mutants' rights by organising protests across the city and sometimes escalating (obviously because of the policemen, he says), and also leading riots when "It is necessary". He is not against breaking government stuff if those can be used against mutants, and have quite a group of followers (and his most trusted form the Brotherhood, which is more of the 'Hardcore rioting club' than anything hazardous) (Ps : Edie Lenhsherr is still alive!!! She also supports his son and taught him how to sew so he could make himself his Magneto suit)

Charles on the other hand can be found at peaceful protest, but he mainly persuades his scientific degree to prove to the world they are not so different and educate people. He also doubles as "TA" for younger mutant students to help them control their powers if needs arise. Charles knows about Erik's "Club" and is unconvinced by it.

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Magneto was looking over his Brotherhood, quite bored if he had to say so himself. Their 'meeting' -if you could even name it that- had started what feels like hours ago -a good 15min- and they were getting nowhere.

He looked across the room and threw an exasperate glance at Mystique, who was clearly laughing at him mentally. He admittedly had been the one to insist for a weekly reunion, but he hadn't thought it would end up being so mundane and repetitive. Was it his fault if he had expected grand bravado operations, explosions, spying and all those great things we see in movies nowaday?

He could nearly hear Charles nagging about it in his mind -Probably because he had been nagged telepathically a bit too often.- "Eril we're not in a movie and I will certainly not call you 'Magneto' when you're wearing that dreadful helmet and cape. Where did you even find those??? You should focus on peaceful protest, or else humans will truly fear us!" He repressed a sigh, annoyed but quite fond of the man that had managed to somehow -and it's a miracle when we take account of all the tweed the other was wearing- steal his heart.

He was snapped out of his thought by the sudden buzzing coming out of his pocket.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

He frowned. "Who in Hell..." All of his Brotherhood were present in the room. So, no one could be calling his burner phone. And no one else had this number, except his mom, just in case of emergency (and anyway, she was more likely to call his regular phone) or....

A sense of dreed washed over him. The only other person who had this number was Charles!

As soon as the realisation was made, his phone quite literally flew out of his pocket thanks to his power and he was taking the call, speaking sharply : '- What's wrong?'

A silence answered him for a few seconds -too many already- and then he heard Charles (His Charles, thank G-d) clearig his throat :

"...Erm.... Erik? I..... I swear to God it's not my fault"

Embarassment and... Guilt(?) were laced in Charles' tone, and Eri- Magneto's face suddently morphed into a deadpanned expression, feeling all his previous worries evaporate. Because there was only one situation where Charles would speak like that. Oh L-rd.

'- What have you done?' he asked.

"I was cocking rice right? And before you ask, no I didn't add too much wa- Oh bOllOCkS"

More chatter could be heard throught the phone, and a quick glace toward his Brotherhood showed him that Mystique had too understood what her brother was up too. Unfortunately. He vagelly heard her muttered a "Is he burning the house down AGAIN???" before registering what else Charles had to say :

"WHY does it smell like burned food??? All I did was boiling water!!"

'- I told you not to cook by yourself...' was his only answer, voice as blank and emotionless as his face.

"It's literally just rice!" Charles answered cheeckily as if he wasn't burning down the house at this exact moment.

Erik had a sudden thought, imagining Charles sitting outside their shared flat burning down, with a stubborn expression that could read "I don't get it, my cooking skill are not that bad" even if the fireworkers were called on site. And then he sighed, and called off the meeting.

And yes, @clockwork-stars is this bad at cooking rice. We told them everything to know to cook better rice after that and they still can't do it- But they manage pasta so I mean they won't die of hunger any time soon don't worry

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #magneto #professor x #x men #xmen #cherik memes #they're so silly #revivecherik #my fic #my art #charles xavier is a disaster #bad cooking #“What do you mean you need to wash your rice” #Erik is so done #He loves him #trigger warning : magenta and red outfit

[divijohm]

I saw the babysitting headcannons thingy and well gotta help out in the requests right? Imagine the reader as a proxy but they're part bee, just bee wings and antennas buzzing arounr after the others. For the proxies perhaps? (Masky, hoodie, toby and kate the chase) we need more kate appreciation

Imma mark myself as anon🌱 so you'll know 😌

Drinking and eating is key to energy :)

Reader is a proxy and half Bee creature

Kate, Masky, Hoodie and Toby

A/n: HI 🌱!! OMG is been AGES since I heard of Kate, she do deserve more appreciation. Also this prompt of the reader beeing (omg jokes I'm so funny) part bee is so interesting!!! I LOVE bees I find their organization sistem so cool and honey is so tasty and the way it can have a huge variety just because of the place the bee hive is, is all so Fascinating. I ended up focusing more on the bee part 😅 but I tried my best to include all 4 proxys in this I really hope you like it :3

🐝 When you first arrived in the mansion, the proxys got a little weird out, they are not normal in the least but is rare to see a huge bee-like person walk in like nothing is wrong. But after some time they warmed up to bee with you I'm so funny please laugh

🐝 You can make honey. No, I'll not elaborate on how or why. But now every breakfast the proxys make you give them fresh honey to enjoy through the day

🐝 You're part queen bee, because if you were part worker bee/male bee you wouldn't survive that long (only the queen bee can survive the winter, worker bees die of cold and male bees die soon after mating with a queen in the begging of spring). That being said, you have the hability (like a real queen bee) to order around bees. Even if they have a queen, your sent is stronger so they see you as more worthy.

🐝 Slender likes the way you make your kills look accidental is just so practical and avoids the police getting involved. Bees attacking someone isn't a crime, just an accident so no consequences for you 💛

🐝 Did you know bees can kill things by surrounding them and flapping their wings to rise the body temperature of the pray? You can do that too but not to the point of killing a human, you can heat them enough to make them pass out. It makes kidnapping much easier, Masky and Toby appreciate it.

🐝 When you get exited you flap your wings making that bzzzz noise. Masky finds it annoying.

🐝 Toby really like your antennas he finds them cute and if you let him, he's going to play with them

🐝 Hoodie likes your wings they have an interesting pattern and when the sun shines through them it sometimes makes rainbows, he likes photographing them

🐝 normally, when you need to go on group missions you get paired with Kate, although she prefers to work alone she doesn't mind your company that much, you're "useful and smell like honey" in her words. You get along well.

🐝 One time you decided to spook Masky by jumping on him from behind. Too bad he had an Insecticide on hands and sprayed it on you, you almost died and decided to never do this again. Kate and Toby Laughed a lot

🐝 You're "abelhuda" (a Brazilian Portuguese word that means you're too curious and like to put your nose where it doesn't belong, comes from the word "abelha" witch means bee) so more often than not you find yourself in the proxys room just looking for things in there without any purpose, just because you can. Masky started to lock his door because of that although it didn't stop you.

🐝 Funny enough, you're allergic to polen

🐝 When you're bored you like to follow Hoodie around, you don't talk with him or anything. You just, follow him to wherever he goes. In the beginning he found it super weird but now he just don't mind.

🐝 Kate has a bee allergy, so you do her a favor and keep bees far away from the mansion. She appreciates it

🐝 You and Kate listen to classical music together.

#kate the chaser #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #kate the chaser headcanons #kate the chaser x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #ticcy toby #ticci toby #tim x reader #tim marble hornets #ticcy toby x reader #ticcy toby headcanons #Masky marble hornets #masky x reader #masky Headcanons #tim headcanons #brian marble hornets #Brian x reader #brian headcanons #Hoodie marble hornets #Hoodie marble hornets headcanons #hoodie headcanons #proxy reader #hoodie x reader #proxy headcanons #slenderverse #slendermansion

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

hey there hi! If you’re writing more from 9000 rpm can we get something with prim finding out that everlark has actually gotten together? I feel like she’d be so smug about it but also so happy for them

Hey there, Anon!

So housekeeping note: I feel bad that I still have a few requests for Wrapped in Red bonus material to finish and share. Someone requested the proposal from Break, and I plan on writing that as well. I've been struggling with chapter 34 for Spellbound because it's like literally ALL DIALOGUE and don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow. Also, this isn't the only request I've gotten for 9000 rpm scenes, so in general, I am a hot mess of not writing what I should be writing and head smashing on desk frustration. But this! This was fun to write! And relatively easy whip something up quick so I'd at least have something to share with you all this week. Alright. Enough whining!

RATED M ish for language and implied sexual content below the cut. <3 kdnfb

The buzzing starts and doesn’t let up. A steady call to wake up.

Katniss stretches slowly. Lethargic. Feeling every delicious ache in her body where Peeta made her work for her orgasms last night. She smiles and hums, content with the memories. It’s only been a week, maybe a few days more, since they matched their pace. 

At first, she thought Peeta would want to go slow. Ease into things together. And while he’s been cautious about how much time and in what manner Raven sees them together, and even more careful of how they act in public, he’s been the complete opposite of reserved behind a bedroom door.

Clearly, Katniss thinks with a satisfied grin, she underestimated just how much desire for her he’s repressed over the years.

Her feet are still tangled in his legs and she smiles slightly as she slips them free to glide up and down his shins. She’s using his outstretched left arm as a pillow. His right hand still rests just below her naked breast. 

Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Intrudes on her thoughts and she groans slightly. 

She’s still completely naked. They barely managed to clean themselves up after she said she couldn’t take anymore, and they didn’t bother with clothes before they fell into bed and almost immediately passed out. And while there are plenty of salacious details about last night that Katniss wants to soak in for the entire day, her memory of the night stops with Peeta wrapping his arm around her, tugging her naked body up against his and kissing the back of her neck.

The buzzing, thankfully ceases and Katniss peels her eyes open. There’s not much light in the room yet and it takes her a moment or two to orient herself. She’s not in their bed. Or she supposes, technically, it’s still only hers, but she’s quickly coming to think of her big bed in her house as theirs.

She blinks once and brings a hand up to rub sleep from her eyes. They went out for dinner, wanting a quiet night to themselves. Raven and Laverne had planned a quiet evening in, watching movies in the living room. Katniss had no way of knowing how late their daughter would stay up watching movies, so when things got heated in the car after dinner, Peeta suggested they take things to his place instead of hers.

And she’s glad they did. Much as she’s enjoyed the last week with Peeta in her bed, there was something so liberating about not having to worry about Laverne and Raven sleeping down the hall and hearing them. Katniss had been free to vocalize as much as she wanted, and she’d discovered just how much it turned her on to hear Peeta’s unrestrained sounds of pleasure. 

His exhales are hot and steady on the back of her neck, but they’ve hitched once or twice, telling Katniss that he’s about to wake up. It’s one of the things she’s learned about him over the past week. Just when she thought she knew everything about him, Katniss discovered how wrong she was. She blushes now as she thinks about the things she learned about him last night, with the sheets damp with their sweat and sex. With his eyes burning into her and his desires undeniable, even when she could already feel exhaustion pulling at her legs from so much activity.

He shifts sleepily and moans, his arm tightening around her. Her lips curl in a smile and she slowly lets her eyes drift back shut, wondering what other kinks and turn ons of his she’ll be learning in the coming weeks.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Intrudes on her thoughts again, somehow more insistent this time.

“Mmmpf tell ‘em to go away,” Peeta grumbles and burrows his face deeper against her neck.

But his words have her recognizing the sound and she stretches as far as she can with his arm so tight around her ribs. She fumbles and finally lands a hand on the vibrating phone. Glancing at the screen only long enough to note that it’s her sister before she answers.

“Hey, Little Duck. What’s up?” she asks around a yawn.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Prim punches the words out one at a time and Katniss furrows her brow. “It’s true?!”

She flinches at her sister’s squeal and Katniss shakes her head.

“What’s true?”

“Aunt Laverne mentioned she thought you two had finally gotten your heads out of your asses but I didn’t believe her!”

“Prim, slow down. What are you talking about?”

“I thought for sure you’d hem and haw and wishy washy your way around admitting you two are meant for each other for at least another four months!”

“You are not making sense, and it’s too early for this,” Katniss grumbles.

“And you can’t think when you’ve been fucked that good?” Prim asks and Katniss freezes. She’s trying to wrap her brain around her baby sister swearing like that, around her baby sister talking about her sex life so casually, but Prim scoffs. “Oh just put Peeta on the phone so I can tell him how he’s gonna treat my sister from now on.”

“What makes you think I’m with Peeta?” Katniss asks. At the sound of his name, Peeta lifts his head.

“Because you’re talking to me on his phone, duh.”

#9000 rpm nonsense #words are peetas thing not mine #anonymous #look at that ask

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

CRUNCHY DREAMS! Station Unconsciousness

Milky Way Cookie: Yawnnn… Everyone still here? Y’all in one piece? Milky Way Cookie: I guess you could say that it* a bumpy ride… sorta?

*actual text

Milky Way Cookie: Let’s see… next stop is… Milky Way Cookie: Oh?! Station Unconsciousness?? What?? Milky Way Cookie: Okay, I’m super sure that this station wasn’t part of the trip today! Milky Way Cookie: I can’t believe it- the train really is traveling deep into the unconsciousness… Milky Way Cookie: And now that we’re this far, I can DEFINITELY feel the train being affected by Moonlight Magic… Milky Way Cookie: Hmm… Could it be that the Slumbering Moon is calling us…? Milky Way Cookie: Hmmmmmm… Milky Way Cookie: …I guess there’s only one way to find out! Milky Way Cookie: Whaddya mean, irresponsible! This conductor has a plan for everything! Milky Way Cookie: As long as the Slumbering Moon is protecting us, we’re in safe Cookie hands! Milky Way Cookie: …I think?

The Ultimate Tea Party

Cherry Blossom Cookie: …? Where am I? How did I end up in the middle of a forest? Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hmm… I have no recollection whatsoever how I got here! Cherry Blossom Cookie: …?! What’s that clinking noise? Could it be…? Cherry Blossom Cookie: Sounds like teacups! I have to see what’s going on! Cherry Blossom Cookie: …Oh?

Tea Knight Cookie: …*sip* Cocoa Cookie: Cocoa, cocoa, a hot cup of cocoa! A cup is nice, but sharing it with a friend will double the sweetness! Affogato Cookie: Do you not have any ice cream in this kingdom? Ugh… Pass me the sugar, please. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Ooh, what a lovely tea party! May I join you? Oyster Cookie: Please, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Thank you so much! So, why are you all here in the middle of the forest having a tea party? Oyster Cookie: Talking over a cup of tea is quite helpful, you see. Which is why I asked time to have some tea with us. Oyster Cookie: Now, what stories do you have for me?

Cocoa Cookie: Would you like a cup of hot cocoa? Cocoa is always good, but it’s better when shared! Oyster Cookie: Cocoa Cookie, I told you that you’re drinking oyster shell tea, not cocoa. Cocoa Cookie: But… what about cocoa…? Oyster Cookie: For the seventh time, there is no cocoa. Affogato Cookie: My tea isn’t just quite sweet. Let me add some sugar… One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… Cherry Blossom Cookie: (…?! He’s just pouring sugar nonstop! …How is he adding all the sugar in a single cup…?) Tea Knight Cookie: Don’t you think you’re adding too much sugar? Your dough will grow crusty with all that sugar.

Affogato Cookie: Then it’s good that I’m not drinking it. You there, new face. This one is for you. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Thanks! But I honestly prefer just tea. Is there any plain tea? Tea Knight Cookie: Of course. There’s plain tea. Oyster Cookie: But you can’t drink it here. Cherry Blossom Cookie: So you don’t have plain tea… Oyster Cookie: You asked if there is any plain tea. There is plain tea, it’s just not here. Do you understand the difference? Cocoa Cookie: No cocoa… no cocoa for seven times… Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hmm… true! I think I get what you’re saying! Tea Knight Cookie: How long do you brew your tea? Cherry Blossom Cookie: When the flavor is just right? Affogato Cookie: Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt! Wrong. Cocoa Cookie: BZZZZ! BZZZZ! BZZZZ! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Then how long do you have to brew your tea?

Oyster Cookie: It’s a riddle. It’s hiding in plain sight. Or plain tea, if you will. Cherry Blossom Cookie: What? I don’t understand what you’re all talking about! Oyster Cookie: Do not think too hard. It’s tea time. We’re just having tea. Just like always. Oyster Cookie: It’s time for having tea, therefore we must have tea. Cherry Blossom Cookie: But I haven’t had a single sip! Oyster Cookie: Oh no, how unfortunate.

Cherry Blossom Cookie: …??? Cherry Blossom Cookie: What kind of dream was THAT? Nothing made sense! It was as if I was invited to a nonsense-land… Cherry Blossom Cookie: But… maybe that’s why I had so much fun! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Now I know which Cookies I want to invite for my next tea party!

How are Cookies Born?

Captain Caviar Cookie: What? You wanna know how Cookies are made?! Custard Cookie III: Yep! Sparkling Cookie told me that if I wish hard enough, a blueberry bird will deliver a freshly-baked Cookie… Custard Cookie III: But I know that’s not it! Custard Cookie III: Why won’t anyone tell me?! Why is it a secret?! Captain Caviar Cookie: Err… We’re not keepin’ secrets from you… It’s just… Custard Cookie III: WELL?! Tell me! TELL ME! Captain Caviar Cookie: I don’t know if you’re crispy enough… Captain Caviar Cookie: But I guess you’ll find out one way or the other. Follow me! Custard Cookie III: Aw yeah! It’s about time!

Captain Caviar Cookie: We’re here! Custard Cookie III: Huuuuuh??? Carrot Cookie: There we go! Another fresh batch of Cookies! Freshly-baked Madeleine Cookie: Ha ha! Wah! Wah! Waaaah! Custard Cookie III: Cookies… Custard Cookie III: …are grown from the field?! Captain Caviar Cookie: Of course! Where did you think they came from?! The oven? Carrot Cookie: Ooof!

Freshly-baked Vampire Cookie: Wa… Freshly-baked Vampire Cookie: Ah… Captain Caviar Cookie: Hmm? What’s wrong with this one? Freshly-baked Vampire Cookie: *yaaaawn…* Carrot Cookie: I think… he’s just too lazy to cry. Custard Cookie III: Wow, this is so cool! Can I pick one too? Please?! Carrot Cookie: Sure, go ahead! Be careful, though. Freshly-baked Cookies have soft dough, so you gotta grasp their heads and take extra care! Custard Cookie III: Ooof! Freshly-baked Espresso Cookie: Wah. Wah? Waaah. Sigh… Custard Cookie III: Did… that Cookie just sigh at me? Did I do something wrong…? Captain Caviar Cookie: Har har har! This one’s complainin’ about how you didn’t grasp properly! Carrot Cookie: Oof!! Freshly-baked Dark Choco Cookie: …Wah. Wah. Wah. Wah… Carrot Cookie: This Cookie looks like he has a lot on his mind already… Custard Cookie III: They’re all so CUTE!! Custard Cookie III: I get it now! Cookies are grown from the field!

Custard Cookie III: OH! Custard Cookie III: I need to go tell Sparkling Cookie this! Custard Cookie III: I gotta tell him that he was wrong all this time!

Archwizard

The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: Ahh yes… It is as the masters have foretold. The world is much bigger than the books say! The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: This forest, where an ancient curse is said to have taken root, is also strange. I’ve never felt this tempting energy before…! The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: What should I do? It’ll be dangerous, should I go back and bring a wizard support squad? The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: No! I have the power to handle it now. Be it a curse or whatever else, I’ll devour it for myself! Hehe!

Financier Cookie: Stop right there, Archmage. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: A Paladin of the Republic…? What are you doing all the way out here? The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: …Surely, you haven’t been spying on me? Or is it the Republic… or the Order?! Financier Cookie: I have only one thing to say to you. Financier Cookie: Put down your wand and follow me without resistance. I don’t want to cause a strawberry jam scandal. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: If that’s what you think, you better stop acting like a wizard persecutor. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: If word gets out about this, all of my friends in the Cookie Kingdom won’t hold back!

Wildberry Cookie: Your friends in the Cookie Kingdom already know the truth. Everyone was shocked to hear how you’ve changed. Wildberry Cookie: …We cannot pass on the ancient magical power of this forest to you. That is our final decision. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: That hair color… Could it be… A Cookie from the Hollyberry Kingdom?!

Mala Sauce Cookie: And I’m here as well! Mala Sauce Cookie of the Mala tribe! End your rebellion and surrender, fallen wizard! The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: I see… So everyone already knows…? The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: I still had a use for those in the Cookie Kingdom… What a waste. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: Haha… Ahahaha.

Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: MWAHAHAHA!! Together As Three: ARGH-!! Mala Sauce Cookie: Ah- Impossible…!! You’ve turned into a complete monster!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Laughable Cookies!! How many of you are needed to stop me? Financier Cookie: It’s over. Even without the Crimson Gem, this Cookie is already… Financier Cookie: We were wrong. Someone needs to let the others know. Financier Cookie: I will stop her, all of you stay here…! Wildberry Cookie: No! Hollyberry Cookie didn’t raise me as a coward. Wildberry Cookie: Whatever happens, I will block it with this fist of mine. Bring it on, fallen wizard! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Hmph, how dare you say that to me! Wildberry Cookie: Uggghh!! Together As Two: Wildberry Cookie!!! A Majestic Voice: Who dares bully my loyal subordinate!! No wonder everyone is saying you’ve fallen! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Who are you?! Wildberry Cookie: Do not speak to that Cookie so carelessly!!

Hollyberry Cookie: Listen to me carefully. I’m not as gentle as those three Cookies there! Hollyberry Cookie: RAAAH!!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Ahh-!! This unforgivable!!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: This is… Nothing…!!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Eugh… Urghhh…!!!

Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Ahahahahahahaha!!! I thought heard* something, so I came to see all this fun stuff going on!!!!

*actual text

Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: And who are you?! How dare you describe the failure of this Archmage, Cream Puff Cookie, as fun? Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Oh! Really? So you’ve already lost then? Hahah!! Aww, too bad I missed the climax!! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Want me to show ya something fun? So you see, this is actually for time travelling… Twizzly Gummy Cookie: If you use this… you can leave this timeline, where you’ve so satisfyingly faced defeat, and go to another timeline where you still have a chance of victory! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Huh?! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: I’ve never heard of such magic. How dare you lie to an Archmage-!! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: *Manic laugh* So suspicious! How villain-like. I like it!! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: But I don’t need your opinion. I have to take you to another timeline, just to see this fight for myself! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: This… This Cookie-!!!

Cream Puff Cookie: Wahhh-! No…!! Cream Puff Cookie: Huff, huff… It was just a dream?! Thank goodness… Waah! Cream Puff Cookie: Ahh… What a terrible dream… I hate it so much… Cream Puff Cookie: …… Cream Puff Cookie: ….It was…. All a dream… Right? No way…..

Abandoned Cookie

Black Raisin Cookie: Come on, it’s this way. Hurry up, Strawberry Crepe Cookie! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: I’m coming, I’m coming. Where are you taking me, even putting a blindfold on me… Villager Cookie 1: It’s a present we’ve worked hard to prepare for you! You’ll be super surprised, I promise! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hm, I don’t have to see it to know it’ll be something trivial. I’m not excited at all! Villager Cookie 2: The smile on your face says otherwise! Villager Cookie 3: We’re here! Ta-dah! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Wow!! This is…

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: It’s… The village… I used to live in… Back in the day… In the Vanilla Kingdom? The Children of the Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Strawberry Crepe Cookie! Let’s play together! Ahaha! The Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Wheee! Wheee! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: What in the world…? Strawberry Crepe Cookie: What are you doing. What’s the point?! This isn’t fun at ALL! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: I won’t just let you play nasty pranks like this!! Come here, NOW! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hello? Where did everybody go? Black Raisin Cookie? The Elders of the Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Did that Cookie lose their way? Should we help them? The Elders of the Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Don’t be afraid. All children are loved and cherished in the peaceful Vanilla Kingdom! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: No, don’t. Stay away from me… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Don’t laugh at me. Your warm smiles or helping hands… I don’t want any of it. You’re all gone now… *Sniffle* Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Stay away from me!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hic- *sob, sob* Black Raisin Cookie… Raisin Crows Outside the Window: Knock knock- Strawberry Crepe Cookie: You’re… one of the Black Raisin’s crows? Black Raisin Cookie: Are you okay? Black Raisin Cookie: I heard the crow’s call and came straight away. It said you were acting strange… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Mhmm… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: …I’m okay. I just had a silly dream. Black Raisin Cookie: I see. That’s a relief. But I’ll keep an eye on you for a bit before I go. Black Raisin Cookie: Now, hold my crow and go to sleep. So you can have a happy dream… Raisin Crow: Caw- Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hmph. What a dirty crow… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: …Thank you. Black Raisin Cookie.

If Only…

Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: White Lily Cookie, there you are! Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Why didn’t you show up to class? I was worried! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: I would have learned nothing new anyway. Our experiments are much more complex and exciting. Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Yeah, but… What were you doing? Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: I was looking into ways to make Cookies less crumbly. Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Typical White Lily Cookie! I’m sure some Cookies will find your research very helpful! Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: I’m glad to do things for the good of all Cookies with you! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Pure Vanilla Cookie. I’d like you to remember what you’ve just said. Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Never forget: only together can we help all those weak and suffering… Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Of course! Dreamworld: Pure Vanilla Cookie: But White Lily Cookie… I’m worried about you. What’s that grave expression about…? Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: You… You abandoned me…

Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Because… I found out the truth first! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Why…?! Did you hate what I had become… My heart filled with hatred… Or did you loathe me for unraveling the truth before you…? Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Please, don’t say that! I don’t know what happened… Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: But I will love you no matter how you change! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Is this a promise, Pure Vanilla Cookie…? Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Even if I do meet the Witches… Become reborn, full of wrath and hatred… Lead a legion of monsters and trample this world underfoot…? Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: But why would you do that…? I don’t understand. Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Of course, I promise. After all, our dream is one and it will be forever! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Do not let me down… again, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Do not abandon me. I will not forgive you.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: Phew… This dream again… from my academy days… Pure Vanilla Cookie: This dream… never ceases to horrify me. Pure Vanilla Cookie: Do I still have feelings… for White Lily Cookie? Pure Vanilla Cookie: …… The Reflection of Dark Enchantress Cookie: Excellent question, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Always arrogant, holier-than-thou… Pathetic! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Dark Enchantress Cookie?! What are you doing here?! Pure Vanilla Cookie: …Am I still dreaming?! The Reflection of White Lily Cookie: Is this truly a dream of yours? What if it’s you who is in my dream? Pure Vanilla Cookie: White Lily Cookie…?! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Is that you?! But…! Where are you?! Answer me! The Reflection of White Lily Cookie: There is no point in asking that question now… The Reflection of White Lily Cookie: For the whole truth… Drowned deep in that fateful dough…

Where Our Ways Parted

Little Oyster Cookie: Nanny! Tell me that story again, please? Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: Oh my! How come our little lady likes that mermaid story so much? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: I’ll tell you another story this time. You might have a nightmare if I tell you the scary mermaid story right before bed, right? Little Oyster Cookie: No. It’s not scary at all. I like the story of the pretty mermaid. Tell it again, please? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: *Sigh* Stubborn as always. Alright. Once upon a time…

Youth Collapsed on the Beach: Uh… Uhm… Youth Collapsed on the Beach: Water… a sip of water… Unknown Shadow: …?! Youth Collapsed on the Beach: Please… Someone save this Cookie… Unknown Shadow: ……

Oyster Cookie's Nanny: Once upon a time, a beautiful mermaid that had come up to the water’s surface found a young Cookie lying on the beach. Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: The mermaid had been taught never to talk to the land-dwelling Cookies, so she quickly tried to make her escape. But it was already too late. Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: The young Cookie who had fallen unconscious was ever so beautiful. But looks were just one thing, it was also the mermaid’s first time seeing such color eyes and hair… Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: Indeed, the mermaid was entranced by the gray hue’s mysterious resemblance to seawater pearls. And the Cookie in question was no other than… Little Oyster Cookie: The ancestor of our Oyster family, right? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: That’s right, young lady. They are your ancestor… The elder of your elders’ elders’... or so. The mermaid gave this ancestor a drink of fresh water.

Beautiful Mermaid: My goodness… A beautiful Cookie lies there, collapsed. Beautiful Mermaid: Soft silver hair… Beautiful Mermaid: I see such color exists on land as well… Cookie: Ough… Youth of the Oyster Family: Thank you. To the one who saved me… …No, they had fins? Youth of the Oyster Family: Could it be… a mermaid?! Beautiful Mermaid: …Yes. What’s wrong with that? Youth of the Oyster Family: ……No… Nothing like that. It’s just surprising… haha. Youth of the Oyster Family: Well, it’s no use insisting that you don’t exist now. Youth of the Oyster Family: I sold my property and loaded my goods onto a merchant ship before I left, but we got caught in a big storm. I’ve never seen such huge waves in my life… Youth of the Oyster Family: The huge merchant ship crumbled like a leaf. I thought I could grab some of my goods before it sank, but all I’m left with is this chocolate coin in my pocket. Youth of the Oyster Family: …Would you accept this? As a thank you for saving my life. Beautiful Mermaid: What is this round thing? What am I supposed to use this for? Youth of the Oyster Family: Ah… I see… I suppose currency is of no value to a mermaid. I… haha. I’m completely broke now, so I don’t have anything else to give you… Sigh. Youth of the Oyster Family: Then would you keep it… Just as a memory? Youth of the Oyster Family: It would be an honor if you thought of me when you looked at it. Beautiful Mermaid: You’re not broke. Youth of the Oyster Family: I’m sorry? Beautiful Mermaid: Those eyes… They look just like the most valuable treasures in the sea. Beautiful Mermaid: Are your eyes not Abyssal Pearls? Youth of the Oyster Family: Oh- No, that’s not… My eyes are pearls, you say? Youth of the Oyster Family: Well, even if they were, I couldn’t give them you!* Haha…

*actual text

The Beautiful Mermaid: Then, in return for letting me look into your eyes… The Beautiful Mermaid: Will you accept something precious to me? The Youth of the Oyster Family: Eh… Excuse me?! The Beautiful Mermaid: And I’d appreciate it if you think of me every time you look at this… Youth of the Oyster Family: I… What a beautiful, large pearl… Youth of the Oyster Family: Hey- Miss Mermaid! Miss!

Oyster Cookie's Nanny: After receiving the pearl from the purest and most beautiful mermaid in the ocean, your ancestor became wealthier and wealthier, blessed by the protection of the sea. Little Oyster Cookie: But as the ancestor’s wealth grew, their heart grew darker, right? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: You know the story well, my lady.

Pub Busybody 1: Hey! Are you going to the mermaid’s hideout to pick up gold and silver again today? Youth of the Oyster Family: …Don’t say it like that. The mermaid’s pearl is a token of a pure heart, not wealth. Pub Busybody 1: Such a romantic! And how does this pure heart help you put food on the table? Pub Busybody 1: Remember that coin you borrowed to get your business started? The shipowner at the upper Shark’s fin is demanding you pay it back with the mermaid’s pearl immediately. Youth of the Oyster Family: …… Pub Busybody 2: What, a mermaid’s pearl? You must be kidding! Pub Busybody 1: I guess this friend here doesn’t know? The Oyster family has been blessed by a mermaid. Pub Busybody 2: Are you saying a legendary being like a mermaid saw this beautiful Cookie and gave them a pearl? Pub Busybody 2: Huh, I’ve seen it all! I also want to meet a mermaid and change my destiny! Pub Busybody 1, 2: Hahahaha!!

Beautiful Mermaid: What happened? You look sad… Youth of the Oyster Family: It’s nothing. Just… Youth of the Oyster Family: …I feel so pathetic that I can’t do anything for you, my beautiful mermaid… Beautiful Mermaid: I told you to not think like that. Beautiful Mermaid: It’s hard to understand what those land-dwelling Cookies are thinking… It’s precisely the heart that’s the most important to a Cookie. Beautiful Mermaid: I told you that pearls are like soulstones for mermaids, right? Beautiful Mermaid: As long as you think of me as purely as you do now, my soul will always sparkle brightly in your embrace! Youth of the Oyster Family: (Exactly… That’s the problem.) Youth of the Oyster Family: (Every time I look at the pearl, I can’t help but think of how rich I would be if I sold it. You’d be so disappointed if you knew these feelings of mine!) Youth of the Oyster Family: You’re right. Land-dwelling Cookies are different from mermaids. Youth of the Oyster Family: …I’m a poor Cookie. And your gift to me is a priceless treasure… Youth of the Oyster Family: I could live a very wealthy life in the Republic from exchanging pearls with coins. Why are you testing me with this temptation? Beautiful Mermaid: My pearl… is tempting you? Youth of the Oyster Family: No. Pretend like I never said anything! Youth of the Oyster Family: Sigh… I won’t come to the beach to see you any longer. I’m sorry for being the Cookie I am… Beautiful Mermaid: Wait, Oyster!

The Wicked Mermaid: Just once… I want to see you just one last time. The Wicked Mermaid: Abandoning me like that! How could they? I need for us to meet again, so I can at least get revenge. Then I can see those pearly eyes once more! No, this isn’t it… The Wicked Mermaid: But they were so weak… I wonder if they’re getting enough to eat… It’s not the Cookie’s fault that they’re poor. Could it be… The Wicked Mermaid: That’s right. Cookies who don’t share what they’ve got are bad. Ahh! How I miss that bright face from when they first received the pearl!!! A Mermaid Friend, Passing By??: Oh my, hello. You look very sad… Are you okay? The Wicked Mermaid: If I could only see that smile once again… Just once more…! A Mermaid Friend, Passing By??: Why do you look so frightened… Ah- No! Don’t do it!! A Mermaid Friend, Passing By??: AHHHH!

Little Oyster Cookie: So, nanny? What happened after? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: What happened, you say. The mermaid lost her once pure nature and was subjected to a terrible curse for stealing something precious from her friend. Oyster Cookie's Nanny: And now it’s time for bed! You have quite a unique taste in fairy tales, young lady. Little Oyster Cookie: But I’m so, so curious! What happened to the mermaid after she was cursed?

Oyster Cookie: To think that all those memories from my childhood should show up in my dreams. Oyster Cookie: Have I gotten sentimental?

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[matan4il]

Love you and the other anon talking about "inferring " because it's true. If Buddie was opposite sex or Canon queer everyone would be reading the same in between the lines as we do. Like for instance, Maddies list of people to check on Buck. Even without shipper goggles, the GA can guess a few things we don't need to be shown.

Of course Eddie was visiting prior. Even of you don't see potential romance they are best friends and partners. Buck has taken care of him, he didn't say bzzzz bzzzzz, see you later later at the hospital. He was there helping and visiting.

But you also can tell from all the subtext he did not engage in Maddies meddling and knew he knew him better and mentally high five himself when Buck came to him.

On a side note I love everyone else comes with distractions and awkwardness but you just know Eddie either grabs a beer or throws Chris at him. Like you don't need sodoku when you can eat popcorn and do homework together.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for following up on this ask reply.

Yep, that's exactly it. That's a part of my point in my meta posts, that what we see between Buddie are classic subtext romance tropes, which is why, among other things, there are so many parallels between Buddie and the other canon romantic couples on 911.

Reagdring Eddie, absolutely! He knows where to step in and where to keep out. Maddie had good intentions, but she read what her brother needed wrong, and therefore all the visitors he was getting that he did NOT want or need had to try so hard (and they still came short). Eddie doesn't have to try to be the right thing for Buck, Eddie just has to be - to be there and be himself - and that is exactly what Buck needs. They know and get each other. That's why they work. That's why they're perfect for each other, that's why they're soulmates.

Have a great day, lovely! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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[isfjmel-phleg]

In Superboy Annual #2, the identity of Kon's human DNA donor was revealed, and it met with mixed responses, from "I knew it!" to "meh." Like this one:

Reader: Now, don't get me wrong. I did enjoy the SB annual, but I found the Westfield revelation boring as far as the Kid's origins are concerned.

Editor: No, it's not a huge revelation (what did you expect--that he's Elvis's clone or something?). But what it does show is that it doesn't necessarily matter where you get your genes from. Although the Kid's got that weasel Westfield's DNA, he's still one of the good guys [...].

That's a major theme in this series. One's genetics are less important than who one chooses to be, and anyone can choose to do good no what matter what their background. Kon is initially disappointed to find that he comes from the unethical Paul Westfield, but he doesn't stay hung up on it, and when later confronted with a Westfield from another continuity who calls him "son," Kon staunchly refuses to have anything to do with him. He's his own person, and he clings to that.

In the very same issue as the above letter, there's this exchange:

Geoffrey Johns: I think I know who Superboy is a clone of. How about Lex Luthor? All the pieces fit, and it would have some great ramifications.

Editor: Lex Luthor as DNA donor--BZZZZ! I'm sorry.

Seven years later, Johns would manage to get hold of writing Kon, immediately make Luthor secretly his human DNA donor, and have Kon angst constantly about whether his genetics make him evil.

...which is a real power move on Johns' part as far as making one's headcanon happen, but yikes. Lessons were not learned.

#comicsposting again #KE: what I do is who I am

[miokki]

# SUGAR COOKIES

✰ synopsis: christmas season is a means for sugar cookies

✰ character(s): albedo x gn!reader (pronouns aren’t mentioned), klee (platonic ofc)

✰ content warnings: just klee’s disoriented family dynamic?

✰ note: this was supposed to be a cute christmas oneshot but taylor swift started playing so—yeah

bzzzz… bzzzz…

albedo’s phone vibrates in his pocket, alerting the both of you. as a result, you look over to see your boyfriend standing up from one of the kitchen stools. turning to face you as he opens his mouth to speak, “love, can you get klee while i check on the cookies?” he asks as he walks over to the newly baked tray of sugar cookies. “of course,” you replied, walking straight down the hallway to the child's bedroom.

“klee, dear, the cookies have cooled down,” knocking on the door as you called.

it wasn't long before the door swiftly swung open revealing a little girl about to explode from excitement. her eyes sparkling from the sugary scent filling her nose. “hooray!” she exclaimed in a fit of enthusiasm as she ran out the door and into the kitchen area.

you seated yourself next to klee as albedo set out the assorted batch of cookies on a cooling tray. you stared at the variety of cookie shapes, which included Christmas trees, snowflakes, stars and somehow dodocos. you shrugged it off assuming that it was one of alice’s gifts to klee.

you never really got the family dynamic if you're being honest. you're not saying that there's anything wrong with it, it's just klee barely sees her mother. if it were you and your family, you sure you could cope but not like klee. the girl has never noticed anything wrong with it. you supposed that alice tries her hardest to keep her connection with her even if she’s not around most of the time.

coming back to your senses as albedo asked you if you wanted to decorate one. “yes, of course,” you smiled as you snatched a snowflake-shaped cookie from the tray along with an icing bag with blue-coloured icing inside. looking over at albedo and klee as they started decorating their selective cookies; albedo icing a star and to no one's surprise, klee, a dodoco.

by the time you three had finished icing klee returned to her room while you and albedo were left with twelve very different-looking cookies on the rack. you say that but it was obvious who had iced each one. klee’s being the three dodocos and albedo doing most of the stars and some of the christmas trees, while you did the leftovers.

you let out a sigh as you picked up the washcloth, getting reach to wipe the kitchen counter. as you turned on the tap to run the cloth under, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. you turned off the tap and rested your hand down like it was instinct. your body eased into his embrace, down his head on your shoulder as you swayed together in tune.

“what's on your mind, love?”

his cold breath on your neck made you wriggle in his arms, albedo always had that effect on you. you chuckled to yourself before replying, “i don’t know, it's just...” you paused, ringing out the cloth as a way to stall.

noticing your hesitation, albedo took your free hand in his, squeezing just a little as a means of comfort. “it’s okay, love, you can tell me,” he reassured, as she brought the back of your hand to his lips.

“i can’t, i,” you halted again.

“i’m just tired, that's all,” you shook your head, avoiding speaking your mind.

“i can tell you're worried, love,” albedo said as he spun you around to face him. you two moving closer and closer to each other before there was no longer a gap. just you two encased in each other's warmth.

“is it klee?”

you hummed into the crook of his neck. you breathed in to prepare yourself for what was to come, “don’t you think it's a little strange that alice might not be with her for christmas? i know klee never has any expectations but wouldn’t it be nice.” you confessed, looking up at your lover.

“don't doubt miss alice, she's always full of surprises. even then, klee’s a big girl, she can handle it.” albedo smiled.

“but big girls like klee still need their mother,” you said, attempting to reason with him.

“you're right,” he agreed before planting a kiss on your forehead. his fingers entwined in yours as he pulled away from your embrace. “come, let's go check on klee. she probably wants to taste the cookies by now.”

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[xbadgerbearx]

chapter 3: prince

word count: 3k

Sonata in Darkness: [2] ... [4]

“I mean god… he’s such a jerk.”

You had just finished telling Selina about what had happened down in the 44 Below as you sat in the cab. You didn’t even hear what place Selina told the man to drive to, you were so upset and instantly started ranting.

“An absolute asshole,” she said as she rolled her eyes. She started telling you about what had happened on her end of the line, before she gave a sudden gasp. “I just remembered!”

“Jesus, Cat, way to scare the shit outta me. What’s wrong?”

She gave a sly look and smirked. “While you were busy with bat freak getting info from that D.A. guy, I was getting info from some loud-mouth customers.”

You raised a brow, silently asking her to continue.

“Well, let’s just say we’ll be busy tomorrow night… hope you didn’t have any plans,” she said amusingly, before turning her gaze out the window.

You looked at her in silence, expecting her to continue, but she still looked on. You scoffed, “Um, hello? Are ya gonna clue me in on what’s going down?” 

She looked at you seriously, before a smirk crept onto her face and her facade broke. Laughing, she filled you in. “Okay, okay. According to some guy working in some narcotic lab, there’s supposed to be a drop going on—a score, if you will. I wrote down the place he was talking about. Anyways, we sneak there and steal whatever money they’re trading right from their noses. Come on,” she winked, “can’t be too hard.”

She gave you an eager look as you thought it over. On one hand, you guys could really use that money—living isn’t cheap. And it isn’t like this would be the hardest thing you’ve done; you’ve done way worse…probably. But on the other hand…the consequences of getting caught are much higher. These guys probably wouldn’t slap cuffs on you and send you to jail, they’d more likely shoot first and ask questions later, unlike that cop paroling the Mayor’s office. But the money…

“Yeah, okay,” you gave in. “Just give me the details-“

Your phone interrupted with a bzzzz.

Looking at your phone, you and Selina could see that it was your boss, Oswald Cobblepot.

Bzzzz.

You stared at the screen, panic filling you. Did he find something out? Are you in trouble? Maybe-

Bzzzz.

“I think you should answer that,” Selina whispered. You hastily accepted the call and put the phone to your ear.

“Heya doll, how’s it going?”

“Oh, it’s going alright. It was a busy night tonight, you know how it gets,” you laughed nervously.

“So me ‘n Mr. Falcone have been talking; he says he’s missed seein’ ya ‘round his place. He’s invited you to accompany him to the Mayor’s funeral tomorrow morning. Ain’t that nice of him?”

You held your breath for a second. Carmine Falcone invited you to go with him? You must have stayed silent for a beat too long, because Oz spoke up.

“Hon?”

“Oh, um, yes! Yes, thank you for the invite. I’m just not sure that-“

“-I think you should go. Wouldn’t want to upset Mr. Falcone, would you?”

“…no. Tell him that I’ll be ready in the morning.”

“Great, great. I’m sure he’ll be pleased. We’ll pick you up, darlin’, don’t worry about it. Have a good night.”  He hung up, leaving your eyes to linger on the dark phone screen. Selina’s eyes burned into you as she nearly died of curiosity.

“So,” she finally gave in. “What was that?”

“Oz was asking if I would accompany Falcone to the funeral tomorrow.”

“…you’re joking.”

“I’m not! I tried backing out, but… you know…”

“Nah, I get it.” Selina had a strange look on her face. “Just be back for the score, got it?”

“Of course,” you smiled.

“And hey,” Selina got serious. “Just be safe, yeah? You know Carmine Falcone…”

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“You know Carmine Falcone?”

“I work at the mob spot, of course I know him.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a relationship with him.”

“I don’t have a relationship with him. Never did. What’s your problem?”

“Well, that’s not what it looked like.”

“You don’t believe me? You really gonna be an asshole about this?”

“Are you going to tell me the truth? You seeing another one of these mobsters? Some loser nobody—“

“Pretty,” Alfred interrupted Bruce, causing him to hurriedly pause the recording of the night prior. He had been rewinding that last bit of conversation for quite some time now. Alfred continued, “New friend of yours? Although by the way you’re talking, it seems a little more serious.”

Bruce gave him a sharp look before sighing and looking back at the screen. “I’m not so sure.”

“Looks like you upset her.” The recording was paused and zoomed onto your face. Even with your angry expression and tears that threatened to swell, you still looked beautiful. Bruce casted him an annoyed look. “Shall I take this as a good sign?”

“What?”

“Your attire.” Alfred gestured to Bruce, who was dressed rather handsomely. He was wearing a nice black suit and tie. “Is Bruce Wayne making an actual appearance?”

“There’s a public memorial for Mayor Mitchell. Serial killers like to follow reactions to their crime,” Bruce said as if it was the most obvious thing. “Riddler might not be able to resist.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Alfred jumped as he took a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I took the liberty of doing a little work on this latest cipher—the one from the rat maze.” Bruce turned fully to face him, his back now facing the digital you. He could feel your eyes burning into him. “I’m afraid his Spanish is less than perfect, but I’m fairly certain it translates to ‘You are El Rata Alada.’”

“Rata Alada…” Bruce pondered for a moment before continuing, “‘Rat with wings?’”

“It’s slang for pigeon,” Alfred informed. “Does that mean anything to you?”

“Yeah, a stool pigeon-“

“-Where are your cufflinks?” Alfred interrupted.

“I couldn’t find them.”

“Well, you can’t go out like that,” the older man declared as he started to undo his own links.

“Alfred, I don’t want your cufflinks.”

The man handed Bruce the small piece of jewelry. “You have to keep up appearances. You’re still a Wayne.”

Bruce scoffed, “And what about you? You a Wayne?” Your cyber eyes felt hotter against his back. 

“Your father gave them to me…” the man said solemnly. Bruce looked downwards, a little ashamed, but glanced back up to see Alfred giving him a small smile. “And besides, I’m just loaning them to you. I want them back!”

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Getting ready in the dingy, broken, and mess of an apartment you called home sucked. There was no time to clean after the break-in and unfortunately, it was hard to look at the place without seeing Anika. You kept your eyes on the floor for the most part. 

You picked what you thought was most appropriate for a funeral; it was challenging considering that most of your clothes were for your work. Simple was the key—simple black dress, simple makeup, simple boots. The fall weather was chilly, so you borrowed Selina’s black trench coat to layer over your outfit. A car horn made you jump away from the mirror.

The driver politely opened the door so you could make your way into the vehicle. Your boss was sitting in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette, while Falcone was sitting beside you.

“Morning darling, you look absolutely gorgeous,” he kissed your hand, “let’s get this shit show over with.” 

You smiled, albeit uncomfortable, and stayed silent the whole trip. The men were discussing how much they did not want to go to this event but hey, gotta do what you gotta do, I guess. It didn’t take long to reach the church and with a look from Falcone, Oz got out of the car to deal with the crowd.

“Hold it,” he ordered, voice muffled through the car. “You good, fellas?” The crowd took the hit and backed away. He opened the door with a “We’re good Mr. Falcone” and Falcone stepped out, but not before giving you a wink. He cautiously looked around before offering his hand to you. You took it.

Your black knee-high boots clacked against the wet pavement as you settled yourself into the crook of the man’s arm, making your way into the building. You were about to enter until-

“Hey—hey! Give us a wide berth here, will ya, Slick?” You turned around to see Oz yelling at a man, but he was already looking at you with a strange intensity in his eyes. Wait a minute… was that?

“Watchit, fellas. You got the Prince of the City there. Some event, huh? Brought out the one guy in the city more reclusive than me.”

“Thought you’d never leave the Shoreline,” Bruce Wayne fired immediately. “Aren’t you afraid someone’ll take a shot at you?”

“Why? ‘Cause your father ain’t around? Guys,” Falcone looked back at you and Oz, “you know Bruce Wayne?”

“Wow, is that right?” Oz was not impressed in the slightest, unlike you. Bruce Wayne never makes a public appearance; it’s a rarity. Honestly, if it weren’t for all of Gotham never shutting up about his parents, you would have thought him a myth. You had to admit though, he was a little handsome.

“His father saved my life. I got shot in the chest, right here,” Falcone pointed to the place on yourself, ghosting over your right lower rib. Bruce’s glare darkened. “I couldn’t go to no hospital, so we showed up on his doorstep. Operated right on the dining room table. Kid here, he saw the whole thing from up on the stairs lookin’ down.” Falcone lowered his voice and leaned towards Bruce. “I remember your face. You don’t think that meant something when he did that?

“It meant he took the Hippocratic Oath.”

Falcone looked taken aback before letting a small chuckle escape. “‘Hippocratic Oath.’ That’s good.”

“Excuse me,” Bruce went to pass by as Falcone laughed. 

“Hey.” One of Falcone’s bodyguards took him by the shoulder. “I was thinking, ya know, since I have my lovely assistant here,” he clapped you on both of your shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “Baby, you know I hate to share, but be a doll and keep Mr. Recluse some company, will ya? Help him loosen out of his shell a bit, I think he needs it,” Falcone laughed again. You expected Bruce Wayne to reject his offer, but he surprisingly obliged. Politely smiling and offering his elbow to you after sending Falcone one more glare, you took it with a shy smile and followed after him. The camera’s of the paparazzi exploded with light.

Bruce kept you nice and close to him as you both made your way inside. There were mourners all around; some cried, some looked bored, and some had a look of disdain. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer started. “Thank you all for coming to today’s memorial for our beloved mayor, Don Mitchell Jr. Our program will begin shortly. As a reminder…” 

“I’m sorry,” Bruce spoke softly after a while of silence. “I can’t figure out how such a gorgeous woman is hanging around a guy like Falcone. I’ve seemed to have forgotten my manners. My name’s Bruce Wayne, what’s yours?” He smiled slightly at you as he introduced himself. He looked slightly eager. You already knew who he was, of course because who didn’t, but it was nice to see him introduce himself. It was… kinda cool.

You bashfully smiled back. “Thank you, Mr. Wayne—“

“Bruce.”

“—Bruce.” Your smile grew as you played along. “My name is—“

“What good is a safety net if it doesn’t catch nobody?” A man interrupted. “Didn’t help my daughter when she needed it, I can tell you that. Guy was just another rich scum sucker. He got what he deserved.” The man looked Bruce in the eyes. “Know what I mean? Hey… don’t I know you?”

“Bruce Wayne,” another voice interrupted. Bruce looked a little annoyed. He pursed his lips and frowned before turning to Bella Reál. “Why haven’t you called me back?” She turned her gaze to you briefly and looked surprised. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you had company. I’m Bella Reál, I’m running for mayor. I wouldn’t be bothering you here, but your people keep telling me you’re ‘unavailable.’ Will you walk with me?” Bruce followed the woman, tucking you into his side even more. Bella paused as she looked at you, but continued as she positioned herself onto the other side of Bruce. He gave you an apologetic look, as if he was trying to say ‘sorry for dragging you into this.’

“You know, you really could be doing more for this city. Your family has a history of philanthropy, but as far as I can tell, you’re not really doing anything.” You rolled your eyes, but she couldn’t see. “If I’m elected, I want to change that.” The three of you found yourselves at the front of the session where the ex-mayor's son could be seen. “I’m gonna go pay my respects. Will you wait for me? I want to continue this,” she said adamantly before approaching the casket. 

The only thing not deeply depressing in the place was the music, which was lovely. You were going to make a comment to the man you were standing beside, but he was staring at the little boy. You could only assume what he was thinking, and you had a pretty good guess, so you squeezed his arm to try and bring him back. His eyes snapped to yours before squeezing you back with a small smile.

“‘Scuse me, Chief?” Being nosy, both you and Bruce shared a look before eavesdropping. “Gil Colson is missing.” Your grip on Bruce’s arm tightened.

“What?” The Chief asked. His badge name read ‘Gordon.’

“He hasn’t been heard from since last night—“

“—Christ, not again,”

“—Hey, Mr. Wayne,” a new, friendly cop chimed in with a smile and wave after noticing Bruce staring.

Bruce sighed before turning back to you. “Hopefully no more interruptions,” he whispered to you. “Let’s start over. My name’s Bruce, what’s—“

The world hated you because just as he uttered those words, screaming and the sound of revving engines echoed in the church. People, you included, fearfully looked around. Following Bruce’s gaze upwards, a sinister presence of a lone person looked down at you. You reacted quicker than Bruce—you could see a car driving up the church steps before he could, so you made a beeline to the little boy looking curiously. The boy, however, refused to move. He was transfixed at the vehicle heading towards him. Luckily, Bruce dove for you both and managed to roll and take the brunt of the impact as you all fell away from the car. The boy’s mother quickly gathered her son and hurriedly left as you stared at where the car crashed beside you. You looked down at the man who saved you but his gaze was still at the place the lone figure was—although he was gone now. Bruce’s grip tightened on you as you laid atop of him. Helping  you to your feet, he saw the scared look on your face. 

Cops rushed in with their weapons drawn and pointed at the vehicle.

“Get out of the car! Get out of the car and show your hands,” Gordon ordered.

The car door slowly opened as the driver raised their hands above their head. The person stumbled out and, oh my god, was that…?

“Christ, it’s Colson.”

It was the D.A.! He was still wearing the same outfit from when you last saw him, but there was a bomb around his neck and an envelope taped to him. One of the other officers yelled about the bomb, which caused the funeral attendees to panic. Bruce tucked your face into his chest and backed away as the phone taped to Colson’s hand went off. He was oddly protective, but you appreciated it for the moment. 

“Let’s clear this place out now!”

Police began hurriedly ushering people out of the building for their safety, but Bruce stood still. The envelope was addressed to ‘The Batman’ in handwriting that could only belong to a childs. Dragging Bruce to the exit after not wanting to spend more time next to a bomb, you looked for Falcone and Oz. Bruce also kept an eye out, but after about 5 minutes of looking from out the front steps, you gave up. They must have left after the first sign of trouble. 

“Those assholes,” you cursed under your breath. “Can’t believe they left me here. I didn’t even want to be here in the first place.”

“Well I couldn’t have met you if they didn’t make you come,” Bruce spoke up after a while. 

You softly laughed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right, although I would hardly call it a meeting. It could’ve been done with less bombs.” You looked helplessly at the road; your boss was your only ride and you didn’t want to pay for a taxi.

“Yeah, less bombs would be nice during a proper meeting, but ideally it would be best over dinner, wouldn’t you agree?” You looked at him with surprise as a taxi stopped next to you. Bruce, a little nervously, continued. “Listen, I’m sorry about all the interruptions from earlier. As you can probably tell, I don’t get out much.” He laughed bitterly and opened the door for you. “I would like to get to know you better under better circumstances, truly.” He took a notepad and pen from his coat pocket and scribbled. “Here,” he passed it to you. “I hope to hear from you.” You looked at the numbers he wrote down as he gave a wad of cash to the driver. Looking back up at Bruce, he gave a small, genuine smile before shutting the cab door and hurriedly retreating. 

You were mentally screaming but paused for a moment to reflect: You could tell that he was trying to charm you as he was laying it on rather thick, but you found it endearing. I mean, it’s not everyday that the Prince of Gotham lets you hang on his arm and accompany him. Besides, it really did seem like he wanted to get to know you. And most importantly…

He gave you his f-ing phone number!

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#sonata in darkness #reader #reader insert #battinson #the batman 2022 #batman x reader

[bigspoopygurl]

The Fifth Element (1997)

“What's wrong with you? What you screamin' for? Every 5 minutes there's somethin', a bomb or somethin'. I'm leavin'. bzzzz.”

Director: Luc Besson

Cinematographer: Thierry Arbogast

#The Fifth Element #Luc Besson #Thierry Arbogast #telelizion

[monbebezen]

Your laying on Taehyung’s chest crying your eyes out for the third time this week. You had been having issues in your relationship lately and Tae had been there to help you through them.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this” Taehyung rubs the back of your head as you lay on his chest now sniffling. “He shouldn’t have said that, no matter how upset he was there is no excuse.” You play with the string on his hoodie nodding in agreement.

“This is why I love you, Tae you always know the right words to say. I.. kinda want to break up with him..this week has been nothing but hell and I honestly wouldn’t have gotten through it if it was not for you.” You hug Tae a little harder sinking further into him.

He loved moments like these the smallest things about you drove him crazy. He loved how you hugged him like you needed him, wanted him. He wanted that all the time. He wanted to be the reason you smiled, not this guy who’s been treating you like shit for the past week.

“Want to watch a movie?” Tae asks you now rubbing your back. He had such a calming effect on you, you always felt safe, like nothing could ever go wrong when you were with Tae. You shake the thoughts and perk up at the mention of movies. “Ohhh I choose Harry Potter we can have a marathon” you jump up and run over to his movie selection that you mostly have assembled. “Alright, suppose that is my cue to order some pizza” Taehyung says pulling out his phone.

A few hours into the marathon you are now completely snuggled up with Tae. You slowly start to nod off in his arms. “Hey sleepyhead” Tae nudges you. “yeah..” you say sleepily looking up at him. The air becomes still and time seems to stop as you two gaze into each others eyes, then Taehyung places his lips upon yours. Your brain tells you to stop, but your heart tells you to keep going. You kiss him back no hesitation...lost in a dream like state.

“bzzzz...bzzzz”

“bzz..bzzz”

You pull away hesitating to look at your phone.  

Can we talk?

I messed up and I am sorry but I want to apologize in person.

Your heart sinks, your throat knots up as you look up at Taehyung.

“It’s him..isn’t it” he face drops.

“Look Tae... he said he wants to talk...I..I should go..go hear him out you know” Incapable of making eye contact with him you give him a quick hug “I’m sorry..” you grab your things and head out the door leaving him on the couch by himself.

Taehyung sits in disbelief, tears slowly falling from his eyes. He had you, for one moment he had you and everything was perfect. He knew in that moment he had to either fight for your love or sit and watch your heart continuously be broken.

*authors note* I’m pretty sure I ended up changing a bit of this and making it for monsta x but I figured I would post it since it’s just been sitting in my drafts lol

#kpop #bts drabble #bts angst #taehyun fic #taehyung angst #taehyung #kpop angst #kpop imagine #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #bts #bts v

[ribbondee]

Scars, a PMATGA Oneshot

It was over. A year ago, Pac World was saved and at peace once more. So everything is fine right? Right?

Bit of a slight trigger warning here, for those that suffer from PTSD. Just figured I'd put that there just to be safe.

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It was so cold… so dark… so lonely…

He trudged through the sea of slime, and it seemed to never end. Each step felt more grueling than the last, as if his feet and legs were made of lead. Then, it happened. They appeared all around him. His friends, and even those whom he considered family. They just stood there, a look of shock permanently written on their faces. Their eyes were unfocused and had a glazed look- they were dead. All of them.

And then the cherry on top of it all- the laughter. He would know that shrill, scratchy voice anywhere. “Guess what, lemon head”, they screeched, “you failed!” 

Then, the slime was no longer simply covering his feet- it quickly rose to his knees, then to his body. No, it wasn’t rising- he was sinking. He flailed about, struggling in vain as it continued to pull him down. He tried to scream, but the slime filled his mouth. He began to choke as he continued to sink down into the abyss, down down down as Betrayus’ laughter continued to echo in his eardrums…

“Pac? PACSTER!” 

Pac awoke with a start, having been shaken awake by his friend. “You okay there, buddy?”

“Yes”, Pac lied. He tried to say it with confidence, but it only came out as a hoarse croak. 

“Bad dream or something”, Spiral said, his voice full of genuine concern. 

“Yeah…”

“Hey I know what’ll cheer you up! Let’s go hit the cafeteria! Breakfast is in full swing down there!”

“Not hungry.”

Wait what? Spiral’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. Pac, not hungry?! Ok something really was wrong. But he knew better than to press his friend when he was in a mood. “Alright. But I’ll be sure to save you some grub.”

“Thanks.”

“You got it!”

Spiral left, the automatic doors shutting behind the tall Pac Worlder. Pac just sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of his tired eyes. A year. A year since it happened- they had won. The good guys won and the baddies were sealed away once more, this time for good. .

He went over to the window and opened it, thinking maybe some fresh air might help. He felt the cool morning breeze hit his face, and it did feel pretty good. 

Bzzzz! His phone vibrated. He went over to check it, and it was a text from Pinky. Yep, Pinky. After they had won and sealed Betrayus and the rest of his army away again, the prez actually made good on his promise to give the ghost gang their bodies back. 

What Pinky had sent him was a selfie with several pink, glittery filters pasted all over it. In the background he could see the other three- Blinky and Inky were apparently in a fist fight, and poor Clyde was trying to break it up. The photo’s caption read: “Nothing new :/”. Pac smiled a bit, and texted back “LOL”. 

Pinky immediately responded as usual, sending back a winky face emoji.

He set his phone down and sat back down in his bed. A year of peace, a year of triumph. Honestly, he had gotten so used to the constant ghost attacks and worldly threats that peace felt… weird? But in a mostly good way. 

He wasn’t sure when the nightmares had started, but it was at least a month after their victory. He still almost couldn’t believe it- no more ghosts, no more eating slime, no more attacks on the city, no more ghosts… ghosts. He shuddered. It wasn’t so much the fact that they were ghosts that bothered him, no it was what they DID that caused him so much distress. 

Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Betrayus and his troops were doing down there these days. Nothing good surely. He smiled as he imagined Betrayus beating on his poor butler, surely pinning the blame on him and his brother. He then frowned as he recalled everything that had happened because of the titular fire ghost. 

He had won, he had defeated Betrayus and saved Pac World for good. So he should be happy right? Nope. He still lacked the thing he wanted most- his parents. After everything he had been through, all the fights and times he had come out on top, they still were out of the picture. 

Honestly, he would give anything for his mother to hug him and tell him everything was gonna be okay, and for his father to say he was proud of his son. But no. 

It wasn’t just the nightmares that tormented him either- sometimes even the mere mention of the word ghost could cause him to have flashbacks and bodily shuddering. For a while he tried to act like nothing was wrong. After all, it WAS his fault the ghosts escaped in the first place. His friends of course noticed he wasn’t feeling well and took him to Sir C, who seemed to know exactly what poor Pac was going through (having taken part in a massive, brutal war really does take a toll on one’s mind, you see). 

In fact, it was Sir C who got Pac signed up for therapy, at the same facility that helped him recover to boot. He was given and was still currently receiving counseling, but he knew it could only help him get so far. He had to pitch in some of the work himself, but that was easier said than done. 

The hardest part wasn’t preventing the flashback induced anxiety attacks or even the nightmares- no. It was… forgiveness. 

He remembered the moment his therapist even suggested it… he screamed “WHAT?! FORGIVE THAT MONSTER?!”

The therapist calmly responded with “I’m not making you do it, you have to figure it out for yourself. The longer you hold a grudge, the longer he will have power over you. I’m only trying to help you, Pac.”

Pac narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he recalled this memory. He actually HAD tried to forgive that damn fiery specter, but whenever he tried he remembered all of his crimes against Pacmanity and how he had caused many of the events that traumatized him so badly. He couldn't, he wouldn't! 

He was getting angry, memories of his bad experiences starting to run through his mind on loop like a broken record. His eyes began to tear up, and he clenched his fists. No. He couldn’t get worked up like that this early in the day. He had classes to attend for goodness sake!

He paused, shut his eyes, and began to take deep breaths. He unclenched his fists, letting his body’s muscles relax. He opened his eyes, feeling a bit better now. 

“Pac?” “AHHH!”

Pac whirled around, not having noticed Spiral walking into the dorm. He was carrying a plate full of breakfast, and the smell was music to Pac’s nostrils. He quickly grabbed the plate and scarfed its contents down plate and all. 

“Looks like someone’s feeling better”, Spiral said with a chuckle. 

“Hey Spiral…”

“Yeah bro?”

“Have you forgiven Betrayus?” Spiral blinked a few times.

“Uh what?”

“You heard me.”

“I uh… I dunno. That’s a hard one. Why do you ask though?”

“Because my therapist says I probably should, saying that the longer I stay mad the longer he will affect me.”

“I think they’re right.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but it’s honestly up to you whether or not you forgive him. Wait- sorry for asking, but is that what your dream was about?”

“Yeah…” Spiral frowned, growing even more concerned.

“Me and the others are here for you, buddy.” He put a hand on Pac’s back. “If there’s anything you need, you know we’ll help ya out.”

Pac smiled faintly. “Yeah, I know.”

Pac was no stranger to the knowledge that Spiral and Cyli had also been affected by everything that had happened, and all three of them had vowed to help each other through it.

He was glad his friends loved and supported him, but he knew that in spite of their best efforts, the pain would always be there.

He recalled something else his therapist had told him… “You cannot control what has happened to you. But you can choose what you do about it.”

They were right. He had made a lot of progress to be honest, and he was more than thankful for it. He remembered how awful the flashbacks used to be, it was as if he were back there all over again. 

“Dude”, Spiral said.

“Wuh”, said Pac who had spaced out from all of these thoughts. “I’m fine.”

“Since class is only in another hour, wanna go down to the gym and shoot some hoops?”

“Sure.”

“Alright! Let’s go!”

They left the dorm, and the baby blue halls were as warm and welcoming as ever. Pac stared at the ground as they walked, thinking about… forgiveness. Sure Betrayus was as far from deserving it as you could get, but perhaps doing so would finally offer Pac closure of some kind?

He probably wasn’t going to do it today or the day after that, but he was going to try. He just knew he needed to do this not for Betrayus’ sake but for his own. To truly heal. He needed to let go. 

He looked back up at his friend, being filled with anticipation for the day.

#pmatga #pac man and the ghostly adventures #sad #ptsd #poor pacster #takes place after the theoretical end of the series #fanfiction

[yourlunarspice]

My Fics Masterlist

Most of these are My Hero Academia because I have a hyperfixation, but one of them is an original work. (I also have three unfinished fics from another fandom, but I'm not linking them because I don't see myself finishing them anytime soon.)

The fics I'm most proud of will be in bold.

Series (complete unless otherwise noted):

Pit Of Vipers | Explicit, 27,333 words, 3 Works

Sparring Sexy Times | Explicit, 2,443 words, 2 Works

Shinkami Month 2022 | Explicit, 20,783 words, 17 Works

Denki Needs Therapy | Mature, 2,884 words, 3 Works (Incomplete)

Dysphoria in Rubies, Gold, Lilac, and Emerald | Explicit, 19534 words, 4 Works

Stalker Monoma | Explicit, 1,942 words, 2 Works

The Merry Whump of May | Explicit, 28,257 words, 31 Works

Original work:

In The Shadows | Mature, 991 words, 1/1 Chapters

Hunger leads to feeding. Ravenously.

Now with music!

My Hero Academia (organized by date updated):

Saimon Says | Mature, 4,971 words, 7/13 Chapters

Rody thought he didn't have any more family until a letter came and proved him wrong.

He's not sure if he truly likes this new family.

But they seem to like him.

"We need to talk" | General, 1,296 words, 1/1 Chapters

Something's wrong with Shitty Hair.

It's not bothering me.

It's not.

So why can't I sleep?

Powder | Explicit, 1,490 words, 1/1 Chapters

Hawks has an anniversary present for Dabi.

Dabi has his own present for Hawks.

For My Family | Explicit, 4,124 words, 2/2 Chapters

When I said I'll do anything to provide for my family... I really meant anything.

Underappreciated | Not Rated, 518 words, 1/1 Chapters

A hero was always there for his friends when they needed him.

But… who was there for a hero when he needed someone?

No one.

The Venom Of Serpents, The Deadly Poison Of Cobras | Explicit, 8,595 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 3 of Pit Of Vipers

Upon returning home, Viper is at Cobra's will in more ways than one. he torments Viper day after day, but one thought keeps Viper from succumbing completely.

Katsuki.

Memories | General, 1,095 words, 1/1 Chapters

So what if he couldn't remember small details here and there?

Everyone got gaps in their memory, right?

This was normal… right?

Snakes In The Grass | Explicit, 15,346 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 2 of Pit Of Vipers

After being captured, Viper finds himself in a strange, new environment. And he has a new objective: kill Katsuki Bakugou. He'll do whatever it takes to complete his mission and get back to Father. But, will his heart get the better of him? Anyone and everyone could be a snake in the grass.

Into The Snake Den | Mature, 3,392 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 1 of Pit Of Vipers

Viper has lived his entire life with Father.

Father saved him.

Father cares for him.

Father loves him.

He owes Father.

He owes him everything.

"How does it feel?" | Mature, 1.410 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 3 of Denki needs therapy

He moaned, low and pitiful.

Why weren't the heroes here?

Why weren't his friends here?

They had to be on their way… right?

Feline Gold | Teen & Up, 2,262 words, 1/1 Chapters

Hitoshi has found a cat that now takes up his entire life.

But something's not right about this cat.

Emotional Casualty | Teen & Up, 757 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 17 of Shinkami Month 2022 Part 4 of Dysphoria in Rubies, Gold, Lilac, and Emerald

Katsuki Bakugou is managing his crush on Hitoshi Shinsou okay... all things considered.

Maybe.

Not really.

He's not okay.

Cold. Hot. | Explicit, 1,184 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 16 of Shinkami Month 2022 Part 2 of Sparring Sexy Times

His entire life, he'd been cold.

Cold from the tattered blankets his foster parents of the month gave him, that never kept the draft out.

Cold from how everyone shied away from touching him, interacting with him, even speaking to him.

Except when it was hitting him, punishing him, or cursing him.

Cold from that unyielding muzzle that always found its way back to him.

Hitoshi would always shiver, unable to help himself.

He was so cold.

Want You | Explicit, 1,402 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 15 of Shinkami Month 2022

Bzzzz

Bzzzz

Bzz-

"Hello?" Hitoshi groaned into the receiver. It was late, and the buzzing phone had woken him up.

Not that being woken up in the middle of the night was unusual for him, but usually Denki was here to help him fall asleep again.

"'Tooshi…" Speak of the devil. "'Toooooshiiii…" his boyfriend sang.

"Denki? What's going on?"

Muffled laughter rang through the receiver. "Yurr what's goin' on." There was a pause as Denki hiccupped.

Late-Night Hypotheticals | General, 304 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 14 of Shinkami Month 2022

"'Toshi."

…

"'Toooshi."

…

"'Toshi."

"What?"

"Are you awake?"

…

"Who do you think said 'what'?"

My Moonbeam | Mature, 1,544 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 13 of Shinkami Month 2022

For the most part, Hitoshi's patrols were unremarkable.

That's not to say that they were boring. There was always some illicit activity that kept him alert through all hours of the night.

But usually, they were just that: illicit activity. Drug deals and drunk fights.

Nine Lives | Teen & Up, 1,713 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 12 of Shinkami Month 2022

The glazed eyes and blank stare felt like a slap to the face, but not as much as Denki's words had felt.

"I... slept with Jiro. I was drunk! It-it didn't mean anything!"

Opportunities | General, 342 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 11 of Shinkami Month 2022

As the pair walked out of the restaurant, Denki felt happiness bubble up inside his chest.

They were just finishing up their second date, and he could tell that Shinsou was beginning to open up to him.

The Psychology Of Our Chemistry | Teen & Up, 1,125 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 10 of Shinkami Month 2022

In his second year at UA University, Denki took a Psychology class.

In truth, he wasn't even sure why he was taking it; he was a music major, but he apparently needed some extra credits, and he'll be damned before he takes, ugh, statistics.

Drowning In Despair | Explicit, 6,835 words, 3/3 Chapters Part 3 of Dysphoria in Rubies, Gold, Lilac, and Emerald With commissioned art

Izuku doesn't take the events of Tidal Wave well.

At all.

Aizawa Discovers His Student's Love Life | General, 1,332 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 9 of Shinkami Month 2022

Shouta Aizawa loves cats.

Because he loves cats, people would normally assume that Shouta Aizawa would rather enjoy being a cat.

He naps a lot and he's grumpy, but he's also very loving and sweet (in his own way) with people he's deemed 'good' and 'deserving' of his attention.

However, in actuality, Shouta hated being turned into a cat.

Unknown Number | Teen & Up, 1,205 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 8 of Shinkami Month 2022

Unknown Number:

hey, sorry if this is out of the blue

but my friend Ashido gave me your number

She said that we might hit it off?

Me:

Oh, yeah that's right. I almost forgot. I'm Shinsou.

The Scars That You Left | Mature, 2,702 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 7 of Shinkami Month 2022

As long as he can remember, he's had his scars.

Although, technically, they weren't his scars, per se.

They couldn't be. His scars might be small, but they were noticeable, marring his face, mocking him every time he passed a mirror and dared to look in.

These scars were beautiful, running over his body like branching ferns, across his limbs and torso.

No, they couldn't be his scars.

He didn't deserve anything as beautiful as that.

Stuck Like Glue... Without The Glue | Explicit, 2,079 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 6 of Shinkami Month 2022

Hitoshi woke slowly, his arms stretching lazily up above his head. He felt his shoulders pop, followed by his spine; small pockets of tension that faded quickly into a lovely sensation. He tried to rotate into the stretch, so he could fully appreciate the feeling, but paused when he felt resistance.

He pried his eyelids open in confusion, squinting against the sunshine as he willed his blurry vision to focus.

Next to him, in his bed, was a mop of messy blond hair, almost as bright as the sunlight. Hitoshi froze, staring at the intruder until the hair moved.

Bright, golden eyes blinked slowly up at him. "Mornin'…"

As You Wish | General, 1,234 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 5 of Shinkami Month 2022

Popcorn ready to be popped? Check.

Floor vacuumed? Check.

Showered? Check.

Candle?

Denki hesitated, thinking about the implications of a candle during a date. He might think I'm trying to set the mood or something.

Better not, then.

Distraction | Explicit, 1,259 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 4 of Shinkami Month 2022 Part 1 of Sparring Sexy Times

Denki gritted his teeth as he grappled with Hitoshi. He sent a shock rippling through his opponent's body, causing his arms to tense up and spasm.

There. Denki found his opening and grabbed Hitoshi's arm, pulling him over his shoulder, and slamming his back against the floor.

A second later and it was all over. Denki perched on Hitoshi's chest, holding his wrists tightly and well out of range in case he decided to try to kick his way free.

Hitoshi wheezed for breath, and Denki allowed himself to admire his catch.

Addict | General, 264 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 3 of Shinkami Month 2022

"I'll take, uhhhh, a double mocha chip frappuccino with extra whipped cream, please!"

Denki loved his coffee sweet. It was the only way to drink it.

Reconnections | Teen & Up, 1,018 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 2 of Shinkami Month 2022

Hitoshi shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out of work.

It was his birthday, but he had gone to great lengths to ensure that nobody knew about it.

It was just another day; he didn't like being the center of attention. He never had.

It was a hot day out - so hot that the drizzle seemed to evaporate as soon as it hit the sidewalk, making a light mist - but Hitoshi was so tired that he didn't mind.

He was so tired, in fact, that he didn't even register a certain electric blond standing in front of him, calling his name.

Birthday Shenanigans | General, 1,319 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 1 of Shinkami Month 2022

Hitoshi twirled the pencil in his fingers as he thought furiously.

It had to be perfect. It just had to be.

Kaminari's birthday was coming up, and Hitoshi wanted to treat him to lunch.

It wasn't a date. It was not a date.

Here For You | Teen & Up, 1,327 words, 1/1 Chapters

What happens when a Pro Hero has a panic attack in front of other people?

He sucks it up and pretends everything is okay.

Even though it's not.

Tidal Wave | Mature, 6,277 words, 3/3 Chapters Part 2 of Dysphoria in Rubies, Gold, Lilac, and Emerald With commissioned art

When a Ripple Effect goes unchecked, it can lead to disastrous consequences.

Quirk Accident | Mature, 5,665 words, 3/3 Chapters Part 1 of Dysphoria in Rubies, Gold, Lilac, and Emerald Inspired by art

Denki's Quirk goes out of control. But there's something much more sinister and destructive hiding underneath the surface.

Fuck You, Monoma | Explicit, 1,978 words, 1/1 Chapters A retelling of My Dear Hitoshi

Hitoshi Shinsou goes through life in the Hero Course normally. He sits through boring lectures, chats with friends, and spends his evenings in the arms of his boyfriend.

Until there's a break in the pattern.

Until… Monoma.

He Had A Quirk The Whole Time | General, 956 words, 1/1 Chapters

For the longest time, Izuku thought he didn't have a Quirk.

He tried to use telekinesis and to breathe fire, but nothing worked.

Izuku was distraught. All he wanted to be when he grew up was a hero like All Might.

All Might was the coolest in the universe, and all Izuku wanted was to get a Quirk so he could become a hero just like All Might.

It wasn't until his early middle school days when Izuku discovered that he had a Quirk.

"...Sir?" | Teen & Up, 1,208 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 31 of The Merry Whump of May

Three people had gone missing in the past week. The three victims - one woman and two men - had been last seen in the area, and Mirio had volunteered to check out the local park.

…it hadn't helped that the last missing person had been Sir Nighteye.

"What are you doing?" | Explicit, 1,522 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 30 of The Merry Whump of May Part 2 of Stalker Monoma

Neito giggled again as the light faded from Shinsou's eyes and he fell still. He had been planning this for a long time, but this was so much better than how he had imagined it.

"Don't make me" | Mature, 653 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 29 of The Merry Whump of May Part 2 of Denki needs therapy

When Deni regained consciousness an indeterminable amount of time later, he was feeling much more alert.

Unfortunately, this had the side effect of letting him feel his impaled hand with disturbing clarity.

"I'd rather not" | Teen & Up, 423 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 28 of The Merry Whump of May

His body had been an inferno before, but now he was shivering in the cold, winter air. He was sitting in a ditch as far away from the Todoroki estate as he could walk, but he still didn't dare use his fire to warm himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" | Mature, 1,639 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 27 of The Merry Whump of May

Workstudies were hard.

That was the only thing circling through Oboro's head as he fell down onto his mattress at the end of the day.

"I don't know what you mean" | Teen & Up, 652 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 26 of The Merry Whump of May

When Hizashi was sixteen, he was introduced to the world of gambling.

He loved the rush, the thrill when he had a good hand, the satisfaction of blurring convincingly.

Throughout the years, he won a lot of yen that way.

…But he also lost a lot of yen that way.

"A little louder" | Teen & Up, 497 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 25 of The Merry Whump of May

It was dark, so Tenya's first instinct was that he'd awoken earlier than his alarm and to roll over and return to sleep.

But the material pressing up against his back was rough.

The air was warm and heavy.

"Do you need a break?" | Teen & Up, 720 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 24 of The Merry Whump of May

Denki wasn't enjoying the summer training camp anymore.

He'd had remedial courses the previous night until two in the morning, then had to return to the classroom the next morning at seven.

Did Mr. Aizawa have to sleep at all?

"Please" | Mature, 1,173 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 23 of The Merry Whump of May

When Eijiro debuted as Red Riot, he had shown off his Quirk at its maximum: Red Riot Unbreakable. The publicity from the fight had made his mind spin.

But, as all seasoned Pros knew - as Eijiro was about to discover - publicity had the tendency to backlash.

"Get in" | General, 674 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 22 of The Merry Whump of May

The kitten stumbled into the room, giving a small, pitiful mew.

"Are you cold?" | Mature, 744 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 21 of The Merry Whump of May Now with a sequel: Are you happy to see me?

As a 'present' for his seventeenth birthday, Endeavor gifted his son with a wife.

"Don't leave me here" | Teen & Up, 1,620 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 20 of The Merry Whump of May

Hizashi had a plan.

He hated the plan, but he had one.

And it was better than nothing.

"I'm all you need" | Teen & Up, 568 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 19 of The Merry Whump of May

He felt cold, hard ground beneath him. His eyelids cracked and he blearily saw a dark figure looming over him.

"It's getting late" | Teen & Up, 996 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 18 of The Merry Whump of May

"It's getting late."

"Mm-hmm."

"You should go to bed."

"Mm-hmm."

"…I'm pregnant."

"Mm-hmm."

"Let's go back inside" | Mature, 1,154 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 17 of The Merry Whump of May

The light above them flickered, humming faintly.

Hanta watched his classmates wake up one by one.

"You're scared, aren't you?" | Teen & Up, 919 words, 1/1 Chapter Part 16 of The Merry Whump of May

He always kept a strong, stoic mask on whenever he was around anyone.

He couldn't afford to let people in.

If they saw the kind of person he truly was, under his mask…

The son of Endeavor couldn't afford to show any weakness.

"When did you get so brave?" | Mature, 1,407 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 15 of The Merry Whump of May

Katsuki growled at nothing in particular, straining once again to free himself.

He'd awoken to a dark room, strapped down to a metal bed. Normally, he'd just explode his way out, but his asswipe captor had tied his hands to his thighs, ensuring that if he tried to use his Quirk, he'd just end up burning himself in the process.

How the fuck did I even get here?!

"Trust me, you don't wanna do that" | Mature, 821 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 14 of The Merry Whump of May Part 1 of Denki needs therapy

The world drifted in and out of focus as Denki's head lolled. His eyes were blinking weird, one at a time and too heavy. It was too hard to try to keep them open, but Denki knew that he should keep them open.

He wasn't sure why, though.

"Wait right here" | Teen & Up, 358 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 13 of The Merry Whump of May

"Deku, where are we going?" Ochako had been sleeping when Deku had barged into her room, pulled her up out of bed, and began dragging her outside.

He was still holding her wrist tightly as he led her away from Heights Alliance. It was early, before dawn, but he seemed unnaturally energetic.

"Deku?" she asked again, trying to get his attention. "Where are we going?"

"How squeamish are you?" | Teen & Up, 514 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 12 of The Merry Whump of May

Tetsutetsu groaned as he opened his eyes. He tried to look around, but he couldn't see anything. "What the hell..." he whispered to himself.

"Hello?" he tried calling out, but his voice faded into the air, leaving his surroundings just as empty as before.

"Lock the door" | Explicit, 2,094 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 11 of The Merry Whump of May An unofficial sequel to Let's Play A Game

The door flew open so quickly that it slammed against the wall behind it.

Shouta didn't pay it any mind. The only thing he was focused on was the man in front of him attacking his face. He moaned as sharp teeth nipped at his lower lip.

"You're eager," he hummed as his hands made their way to the man's slim waist, pulling their hips together.

"They're not here" | Teen & Up, 940 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 10 of The Merry Whump of May

Tomura paced back and forth along the length of his room. His fingernails scratched against the skin of his throat, leaving red lesions in their wake.

They should be back by now.

Why weren't they back?

If they were wasting their time, they were wasting his time.

And that couldn't go unpunished.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

"You can cry, it's okay" | General, 359 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 9 of The Merry Whump of May

Nemuri had been working late one evening when she received the phone call to her work number.

"Hello? I can't find my little sister."

"Does that hurt?" | Teen & Up, 483 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 8 of The Merry Whump of May

Minoru hated his luck.

"Relax" | Mature, 1,220 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 7 of The Merry Whump of May

Hitoshi set his jaw tightly as he walked up to the stage after his name was called.

He was finally done with high school. He'd graduated from UA's General Studies at the top of his class.

It all felt fake. Like they were patting him on the back and telling him 'good job' for taking a step, while everyone else around him, everyone with blessed Quirks, flew through the air, leagues ahead of him.

Condescending assholes.

"Who died and left you in charge?" | Teen & Up, 1,218 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 6 of The Merry Whump of May

Even with her sensitive hearing, Kyoka had trouble distinguishing where she was.

In fact, now that she thought about it, all her senses seemed to have been snuffed out.

"Mind if I cut in?" | Teen & Up, 455 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 5 of The Merry Whump of May

Himiko Toga skipped gleefully between the couples scattered across the ballroom floor.

In her mind, they were dancing to a beautiful waltz, each of them bleeding from some gash or another, just making them even prettier.

In reality, her prisoners were each tied to a rolling chair, so weak from blood loss that they couldn't even try to escape. They were set up in pairs, unable to do anything until Himiko decided which one she wanted to play with next.

"Shoulders back, eyes on me" | Mature, 1,606 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 4 of The Merry Whump of May

Hizashi leaned back on their couch, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Okay, the next movie is better than that one, I promise.

"Sequels are rarely worth watching," Shouta grumbled, but turned his attention to the opening credits of their third movie. "And any movie after that usually just deteriorates in quality."

"Don't mind me" | General, 420 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 3 of The Merry Whump of May Part 1 of Stalker Monoma

It was dark.

That was the first thing that registered in Hitoshi's brain when he clawed his way into consciousness, sleep-heavy limbs still numb.

"Beg to differ" | Teen & Up, 745 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 2 of The Merry Whump of May

Ochako came to slowly, a cool breeze blowing against her cheek. She felt her back aching, which only confused her sleep-addled mind.

Her bed at Heights Alliance was soft and plush, and while her bed at home wasn't as good, it never left her feeling sore like this.

Her eyes blinked open, and her mind began to race in panic as she registered her surroundings.

"Don't hold your breath" | Teen & Up, 455 words, 1/1 Chapters Part 1 of The Merry Whump of May

Eri felt tears silently fall as she was led quietly down the corridor.

It was silent, always so silent.

But she preferred the silence over the screams.

This life was all that she had known, but she never got used to the screams.

Those Damn Flowers | Mature, 32,459 words, 24/24 Chapters

Shouta Aizawa is content with his life. He teaches, patrols, spends Saturdays with his best friend, then does it all over again.

This all comes crashing down when he coughs up a petal.

Lost | Teen & Up, 2,469 words, 1/1 Chapters Inspired by The Roundabout Way Of Fate

While he's defending Izuku, Katsuki gets hit by an unknown Quirk. Now Izuku is acting weird, but everyone seems to think that Katsuki is the weird one.

Quiet Day | General, 748 words, 1/1 Chapters

What happens when the Voice Hero - the guy who seems incapable of shutting up - shuts up?

#my writing

[goldenguillotines]

👀 Fumiko do you ever think about Bastille's past and what she's done? Do you ever consider how your work is giving her the means to continue hurting others?

"Is that all? My my. Here I would have thought you might ask about my other clientele.. Bzzzz ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱"

"I guess you can say I don't care too much. I am a firm bee-liever that others can pick and choose what is right and wrong for themself. If she thinks what she is doing is right.. then she can move forward that way. Bee-sides. What morals does Alternia have anyways? Viewing it like that.. not a single soul is a good person~ Only doing what they can to survive. Bzzzz ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱"

"I also think that.. perhaps I might know a little more than I should about Bastille from my own morbid curiosity.. and may-bee there is a bit of care for why I continue to offer my assistance time and time again. May-bee a little change in pace could enlighten her to reflect.. but ey. I'm not here to change her... only interested in getting to know her a little more. Bzzzz ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱"

"I think bee-neath there is someone rather caring and passionate still... and I might just wanna see a smile out of her. Sure she'd look rather charming wearing a grin. ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱"

#Fumiko #ask meme #ic #Fumi voice: Mmm idc (: I think shes nice.

[misswatchmanblog]

WATCHMAN RESPONSES [Part 2]

The part 2 of the Watchman responses, this time, responding all the mercs!

Dominating a Scout:

"Fast, but not enough."

"I see you."

"Loud little one, shut up."

"Your dumbass never saw it coming."

"Truth or dare? I prefer the truth, you’re dead."

"Truth or dare? I prefer the dare, try to kill me next time."

"Awful skills."

"Per questo sei ancora solo uno Scout."

"It’s like catching a fly with a bug zapper."

"No electrons can save you."

"Cry me a river, rage me an ocean."

“Watch me now.”

Dominating a Soldier:

"I see you."

"Dead with honor, dead in combat."

"Metal is an excellent conductor of electricity."

"Predictable skills."

"Non c'è niente di tattico in te."

"You aren’t enough to honor anybody."

“The same effect of the electric chair.”

“Watch me now.”

“No flags, no continence, no respect. Nothing.”

Dominating a Pyro:

"Hmm… Hmm!"

"Rubber… Not enough to contain 5000 of volts"

"I see you."

"Paradise isn’t for you."

"I knew your next move."

"Mute, forever."

"Desperate skills."

"Wasn’t impossible to NOT see you."

“Human heat, watch.”

“Pauling, this one was hired since when?”

“You’re like I always imaginated.”

“Good fire-well.”

Dominating a Demoman:

"Stay sober next time."

"Science tip: Alcohol doesn’t conduct electricity… I guess they’re wrong."

"An amount of armor can’t stop the force of nature."

"Bzzzz… Bzzzz."

"I saw you."

"You’re one-eyed, but you still can watch me."

"Amateur skills, after all."

“Un'equazione semplice.”

“At the end, still the crying man from the interview.”

Dominating a Heavy:

"Size doesn't matter, after all."

"I see you."

"Sending flowers for your family."

"For sure you can handle 110 Volts, but nobody can handle 5000."

"What a waste of money. Next."

"It’s pretty easy to see you from a distance. You was huge."

"Russia… They have the worst ones."

"Sending $400 for your funeral."

“I outsmarted the bullet.” 

Dominating an Engineer:

"You lost the intelligence duel. Now you lost the physical one."

"Pretty inventions, however, they’re overcharged."

"Woman versus Man, some say woman is heart."

"I recognize your effort."

"I recognize your attempt."

“I see you.”

“Watch me.”

“Machines are nothing without energy.”

Dominating a Medic:

"Made by intelligence, still nothing."

"This equation is simple: Me plus you, equals death."

"Bad medicine."

"Allies in history, enemies in real life."

"La vergogna della Germania.”

"I see you. Remember that."

"My heart beats… You don't."

“Not even with this voltage you’re getting from death.”

“No more two breath walking. One walks now.”

Dominating a Sniper:

"Brain? Intact."

"I found you."

"Find a better place, this one has cameras."

"Science tip: Pee is liquid, and it follows electricity."

"Nice hat."

"Put a bullet in my skull, I dare you."

“I admire professionalism, I recognize one when I see.”

“Failed attempt. Amateur skills.”

“You’re even more impressive in person.”

“This is a test.”

Dominating a Spy:

"I ALWAYS see you."

"I ALWAYS find you."

"I ALWAYS know who you are."

"That one was easy to guess."

"What is under the mask doesn’t matter. What is inside… It does matter."

“Some women's hearts can be fooled. Others' brains never can.” 

“Eau de Spy. Blood de Toilette.” 

“Watch me.”

“Bzzzz…”

#tf2 ocs #ocs #oc #tf2 #team fortress #team fortress 2 #tf #neuelolitaharte #team fortress ocs #team fortress 2 oc

[nina76trema]

After Surgery Diary #2

This is day number 3. The first morning after my surgery I woke up to my new inflated face and a period starting 8 days earlier than expected.

"Thanks!" I said to that little bitch that is my uterus.

"Oh, don't even mention it! - she replied with fake concern - It is really important to not be pregnant right now."

I know well that she just likes to kick me when I'm on the floor. But Fairy M was with me and I took it rather sportly. Fairy M is the liquid treasure British nurses give you generously when you have a serious boo-boo. The first time I received a syringe with no needle from a nurse during my previous stay in an NHS hospital my Italian Catholic mind exploded.

"I complain about the pain and you actually give me something and it's the Good Stuff?"

Where are the eye-to-the-ceiling-plus-long-sigh-plus-I'll-see-what-the-doctor-says? Where is the good old Catholic "we are born to suffer", aka "suck it!"?

Where am I that I suffer and you relieve from my pain? Ah, the Pope won't have it! Ah, you heretics! "is there something wrong?" Said the nurse. I sucked my liquid morphine and I said thanks with a smile (that time I could do it). The nurse told me that I could have more if needed it. I took notice.

So, I said Thursday morning fairy M was still with me and I took my early period with grace. I just asked a nurse for pads and she gave me what I needed it. I walked wobbly back to my bed and I was fine, the world was fine. The night before I had woken up more than once feeling my face on fire but I was fine. I felt sick but everything was fine.

Around 11.00 am on Thursday fairy M was gone, I had not eaten yet, they wanted to discharge me without giving me the sick note I requested, nor the new brace elastic in place of the one broken, and my husband texted me that he could not find parking at the hospital. I was ready to make a scene. I totally get the fascination of M addiction. For half a day the fairy gave me the psyche of a Zen monk. It would take me 30 years of meditation to go back to such a state of easy detachment.

I attached myself to the memory of the easiness I felt between Wednesday afternoon and early that morning and I made it through Thursday with no scenes. I was also able to get all the things I needed to start my convalescence: medication, my 3 weeks sick note, and extra brace rubber bands from the consultant... once settled at home I was even able to sit at the desk and write a post.

Thursday was still OK.

Friday I gorged down a purple protein smoothie of my own concoction. Purple is a healing colour. So they say.

Friday had the decency to be over in 24 hours.

Today I found that dreadful colours are slowly trickling down my neck, under my skin. My husband says some of my traits are starting to come back. When I look at myself in the mirror I still feel that on a feminine beauty scale that goes from 0 to 10, I am Romano Prodi.

Today, though, I was able yet again to sit at my desk and put together a post. I feel more present. The period is slowing down and with all the painkillers I'm taking for my jaw I hardly notice it's there. (Take this, uterus!) Also, I'm gorging down the Earthsea novels like they were a protein shake. My bottom lip is alive with busy bees making honey. No sense of touch from lip to chin, only some stinging from time to time and this bzzz bzzzz bzzzzzzz sensation. Oh, they are doing so much honey!

#post surgery #post surgery diary #morphine #pain culture #detachement #diary #personal diary #after surgery diary