#hes tricking them so they refuse the bait

[loving-jack-kelly]

Au where jack and davey meet bc theyre both competitive chess players. Davey's deal is that he's solidly mediocre but so good at acting like the smartest player in the room all his opponents end up terrified he knows something they don't so he wins. Jack's deal is that chess has been his special interest since he was 5 but he acts silly and goofy so people think he got here on accident. They infuriate each other but are also each others favorite opponents bc they're immune to each others strategies.

#jack 'haha idek what im doing' playing a by the book strategy modified slightly so its harder to spot #davey 'mm. big mistake' talking to himself bc he just sacrificed his queen but now his opponent thinks #hes tricking them so they refuse the bait #newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid

[reality-detective]

Military admits that the FDA scammed us with Covid Vaccines

A soldier was recently granted a honorable discharge for refusing the vaccine.

He realized that when they said that the vaccine is FDA approved they weren’t talking about the one in the United States so he told them that he would take the approved vaccine not the current vaccine.

Now this hearing proves that the FDA in fact pulled this maneuver and tricked everyone with a bait and switch. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #bait and switch #government corruption #lies exposed

[cryptomiracle]

more creepypasta headcanons

(+ marble hornets)

WARNINGS:

Ooc? Idk

I started this at 2 am and you can tell

Cursing

I write on my phone so the format may be a little weird

Any brands, games, or characters mentioned in this do NOT belong to me, nor am I sponsored by them in any way.

This is very unserious, I've noticed that a lot of my other hcs usually take a "dark" turn and so I decided to make some that didn't.

You could even say they're a bit... silly.

You should totally check out my masterlist for more hcs (it's pinned)

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Characters: masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, and BEN DROWNED.

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Jeff:

he's extremely hard headed, he WILL argue/fight with someone over the dumbest things and he'll never stop arguing, even if he knows the other person is right.

He has an "emo accent"

He likes to start drama between people, and then leave the crime scene.

He is so ashy you could strike a match off of his elbow

He's been wearing the same beat up converse since 2012, them things are being held together by duct tape and a prayer.

His favorite animal is a raccoon, he says they're sneaky and nocturnal like him.

He refuses to get a new phone, he won't even steal one.

He curses all the time just cause he can, sometimes he'll even jumble random curse words together.

BEN:

He listens to vocaloid and he doesn't play about miku

He runs one of those "rage bait" accounts that are painfully obviously bait

Still quotes old memes and refuses to let them die

Example: yeet, t-posing, and "sanic the hedgehog"

He scams old people on Facebook and e-daters, he doesn't feel bad about it either.

He uses the money he gets from scamming to buy v-bucks and overwatch coins

He once doxxed someone for dissing miku

slender had to take away his mic privileges because he was keeping everyone up at night by yelling bloody murder at people on fortnite/overwatch

once showed up at someones house because they emoted on him after killing him in game

Toby:

He vapes, and thinks he's so cool cause he can do "vape tricks" and he makes people watch him while he does them

Someone once gave him apple cider, told him it was alcohol, and he pretended to be drunk.

His phone gallery is filled with random photos, like there'll be a low quality picture of a tree and then right beside it a picture of a ceiling. Just random stuff

Mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer

He's really flexible, although he has bad posture he can do back bends, the splits, etc

more on his terrible posture; when he sits he literally looks like this: ) )

When he first started working for slenderman, he REFUSED to live in the manor and lived outside. While he lived outside he became friends with a lot of the wildlife, slender eventually made him move into the manor because there was a rumor that toby was going to make a "possum army" and try to overthrow slender

He will fight anyone and anything he really doesn't care about his, or their well-being.

Had a "weeb" phase when he was in middle school and he still has nightmares about "naruto running" away from his bullies.

Hoodie:

He can make a killer sandwich (lol) he's not the best at cooking other things, but if you get him to make you a sandwich, he'll bless your taste buds.

He loves karaoke, he can't sing for shit but he still does it anyway

He acts like a millennial (I'm sorry) not to the point where it's completely unbearable, but he will send people "relatable memes" every now and then

He enjoys online arguments, he'll never participate but he will scroll through different threads of people arguing for hours on end

He likes for people to say stuff like "GO WHITE BOY GO" to him

He blushes when he lies, he's a scarily good liar but if you ever want to catch him in a lie, point out the fact that his cheeks are red.

Whenever he has a drink with a straw, he holds the straw in-between his tooth gap.

he sends streaks.

Masky:

He has a NASTYYY side eye, and sometimes he'll scrunch up his nose while side eyeing someone just to make it sting even more

Contemplated getting a mullet once, he never went through with it though.

He coughs like someone's grandfather who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for 40 years

If someone says a word that reminds him lf a song he likes, it'll automatically get stuck in his head and he'll hum it all day after that.

he isn't weak when it comes to stinky smells, but if it's stinky enough to make him gag he's extremely overdramatic.

he learned how to sew because of how much he ripped his jeans, shirts, etc.

Sleeps so hard sometimes people think he's dead, he'll just be laying there looking casket ready but everyone is too scared to check on him cause he gets super grumpy when woken up.

he always keeps a little money hidden somewhere, even if it's just a 5 dollar bill.

he's superstitious, if he sees you attempt to walk under a ladder he will physically drag you back and make you walk around it.

he has a pair of brass knuckles which he only saves for "special occasions" they're his favorite things ever, he even named them.

he only uses his phone to call, text, or search something up, and that's it.

he doesn't even have YouTube installed.

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I will be reading over this to check for any errors, ty for reading - M

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer #ticci toby #marble hornets #brian thomas #hoodie headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons #ticci toby headcanons #masky headcanons #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #tim wright

[andrewminyardslawyer]

Okay here's a companion piece to my "Jeremy Knox What The Hell Is Up With Your Family Evidence". I wanted to have a bullet point list so it was easier to keep track of everything. I am aware that this is probably excessive lol again if I missed anything feel free to let me know! I tried to keep all of my personal theories out of it and just present the facts but I included a couple explanations 

Jeremy Knox What The Hell Is Up With Your Family The Bullet Point List Edition 

Home

- "The trick to starting Saturdays off in the right foot was to get out of the house as early as possible. He'd realize years ago that he'd never be the first one awake"

- is on very good terms with the butler, William Hunter. William has coffee ready for him when he leaves in the morning, and texts him that his older brother and stepfather are in the sitting room when Jeremy gets home so he can avoid them and opens the front door for him

- is required to stay at the house during the weekday while school is in session. He is allowed to go to Cat and Laila's house on the weekends and over summer break. "Jean didn't miss away Jeremy's gaze slid past him to peer into the distance, or the tight tug at the corner of Cat's mouth. Jeremy was still smiling but the light had gone out in it" when talking about his living situation

Step Family / Mother 

- step grandfather is a congressman 

- "he'd wasted years arguing against such events, as he had absolutely no relation to his stepsfather's father, but his mother refused to budge. If a Congress man needed a picture perfect family for photo ops, the Knox family was duty bound to dress up and smile bright for the exhausting number of cameras"

- His stepfather's last name is Wilshire 

- is stated that he is permanently on his stepfather's bad side 

- told Jean not to call him by his last name, Knox 

- says that he will maybe do frosted tips next year after he's graduated and doesn't have to deal with the fallout and was kicked out of family dinner because of his bleached hair

- Jeremy says " 'I've never been to Europe. Dad's been stationed there a couple times, but....' " The wording makes me feel like his biological father is still alive but they aren't in touch 

- Jeremy's mother picked his therapist

Siblings 

- does not get along with his older brother, Bryson

- Jeremy left the house without his keys in order to avoid a confrontation with Bryson.

Later on he states that he "idly wished he'd been brave enough to get his keys"

- Bryson lives at home during the summer and goes to college on the East Coast

- does not get along with his sister, Annalise

- Annalise "insisted on keeping her own place on the other side of the city year round"

- in the one scene with Annalise she is very hostile to Jeremy:

•"more drama...".   •"Overdue for a new scandal, hm?' she asked. 'End the way you started.' He didn't flinch but it was a near thing. Once upon a time she had gone to all of his high school games, but once upon a time was before the fall banquet that broke their family in half she's gone out of her way to forget everything she knew about Exy since then, and she'd never forgiven him for sticking with it. He'd walk through a hundred hypothetical arguments with his therapist in preparation for the day he finally fought back, but every time the chance came, he watched it slip past and miserable silence." • " sent him an arch look. 'What’s Grandpa think of this investment of yours?' It was obvious bait, but that couldn’t keep the edge out of Jeremy’s fierce, 'He is not our grandfather.' 'Careful,' Annalise warned him as she rummaged for her keys. 'You already destroyed the family. Don’t destroy my future, too. Door.' "

- asks Lucas if he feels safe with his brother and when Lucas says he's my brother Jeremy says that's not what I asked 

- Cat hesitates when telling Jean how many siblings Jeremy has. She says there are three, one sister and two brothers. The older brother is an absolute tool and she nervously pushes her fries around her plate after speaking

- The second brother is never mentioned and seems to have a big part in The Incident. Potentially also played Exy. Is unknown if he is fully related, half sibling, or step sibling. Most likely younger than Jeremy

Money 

- Jeremy keeps meticulous track of his receipts and how he spends his money. There are three different times it is pointed out that he keeps the receipt and puts it in his wallet

- "It was always best to have a paper trail when dealing with his mother's bookkeeper"

- gives Cat the remaining money in his wallet to help with groceries and rent even though "Cat was more concerned with how many hoops it took him to pull it together when he was permanently on his stepfather's bad side"

Miscellaneous 

- Jeremy avoids the cops sitting at the park. Says there was little to no chance he'd know them, and no reason they'd recognize him, but Jeremy kept his gaze forward and his mouth shut until they were passed

- Rhemann says he will call the cops on Grayson if Jean wants him to and that he will "send Jeremy away first". Could be because Jean said that he did not want Jeremy in the room while Rhemann was cleaning his injuries and he figured Jean wouldn't want Jeremy there when he was talking to the police or it could have to do with Jeremy hiding his face from the cops at the park

- has specific fun ringtones for everybody except his family. Becomes very tense whenever they contact him

- automatically calls Wayne's suicide an accident and then "grimaced like it wasn't at all the word he wanted to use" perhaps whatever happened, his family calls The Incident an accident instead of what actually happened 

- responds with " 'that isn't a joke,' Jeremy said, with an unexpected ferocity' " when Jean jokes about suicide

- Cat says no judgment when it comes to therapy and the right therapist can be life-changing and to look at Jeremy for proof. Insinuating that The Incident was fairly traumatic

#the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #jeremy knox #jean moreau #jean yves moreau #laila dermott #cat alvarez #jeremy know what are you hiding #the tree talks

[hxhhasmysoul]

Hey so i have been seeing this sukuna hates yuji thing very often and i feel like sukuna is still indifferent to him very much as I don't see difference in his behavior even after chp 248 .

Did I miss something?

I think we see Sukuna’s attitude towards Yuuji quite differently. To me, between the two of them, the person who’s been showing indifference, has been Yuuji. 

In the beginning Yuuji had tried to establish some rapport with Sukuna. He even approached him with some dose of sense of humour right after Sukuna ripped his heart out. 

But the moment he realised Sukuna can’t be reasoned with, when Sukuna refused to help Junpei and mocked Yuuji for asking, Yuuji crossed over to cold hatred. He repeatedly doesn’t let Sukuna bait him. Not when Sukuna blames Yuuji for people’s death in chapter 63, not when Sukuna tries to get Yuuji to keep quiet when they meet Angel. Yuuji just dismisses him. Even Yuuji’s reaction to Shibuya isn’t directed at Sukuna. It’s directed inward. He hates Sukuna but in a passive way, he prioritises other things. Trying to do at least something good after Shibuya, getting Gojou out, saving Megumi. Sukuna is an obstacle, but Yuuji tries to engage with him as little as possible.

The opposite is true for Sukuna. He talks to Yuuji, he tries to actively torment Yuuji and constantly questions Yuuji and his worldview. Tries to mock Yuuji.

I personally don’t like the word hate, when it comes to Sukuna’s attitude towards Yuuji. I think Yuuji unsettles him, causes him discomfort, irks him. Yuuji’s existence and especially perseverance go against what Sukuna believes to be true. He believes that only power matters and those who can’t go toe to toe with the strong are insignificant. He deems their lives to be pointless misery. Yuuji on the other hand cherishes human life, it matters to him on a very personal level. 

And even though Yuuji seems weak to Sukuna, someone not on par with him. Still Yuuji has power over Sukuna, he might be the only one apart from maybe Kenjaku and possibly Tengen that has ever had true power over him. Anyone else he can kill and keep his independence from, but Yuuji. He needed a plan, he needed to trick Yuuji into a binding vow to get out. 

When Sukuna was inside, Yuuji unsettled and irked him. But now Sukuna is slightly drifting towards fascination. He’s been introspecting a bunch after he got out from Yuuji, he asked Yuuji directly why he keeps going. He is trying to understand, while he never does that for Yorozu, Gojou or Kashimo. The groupies don’t interest him because they represent the status quo he’s always believed in. Yuuji is its contradiction, a glitch in the system Sukuna’d lived by before they cohabited a body. Sukuna ignores everyone else who’s jumping him. The only other person who’s sparked his curiosity is Maki. Though with her it’s more of a jujutsu nerd kind of curiosity. Yuuji interests him on a far more personal level. 

Of course he’s trying to put on a dismissive front, he constantly insults and diminishes Yuuji, but he’s also constantly thinking about Yuuji. It’s kinda “the babygirl doth protest too much, methinks”.  Especially that Yuuji is still not giving a rat’s ass about Sukuna. It’s kinda like notice me at this point. Like: I can’t get you out of my head, react to my crude cries for attention.

#answering asks #thank you for the ask! #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #jjk manga #sukuna #jjk spoilers #so i finally managed to write something #not much but still XD #my bad luck continues #i had to take some vacation days because i almost fainted at work #everything is going wrong #like literally everything #i'm completely drained #mentally and physically #i will answer all the asks #but fuck me it will take time #sorry

[yuurei20]

Trey Info Compilation part 12: Calculating, the Main Story and Humor

Trey takes advantage of other students for his own benefit in two different vignettes: when he buys the last of the laundry detergent for sale in the school store he offers to give enough for a single load to Ruggie, “But would you mind if I stopped somewhere before the fetch the detergent?”

It is revealed that Trey’s errand was actually a bait and switch: he presses Ruggie into service painting roses, refusing to give up his cupful of detergent unless Ruggie complies.

In another vignette Trey takes advantage of a desperate situation for Jamil by getting him to agree to prune all of Heartslabyul’s rose bushes in exchange for help with cooking for one of Kalim’s last-minute banquets.

The prefect’s introduction to Trey involves Trey catching himself when he insults Ramshackle Dorm, thanking them for looking out for Ace and Deuce and then providing an explanation of every dorm on campus.

Trey slips on stairs in an apparent accident early on in Book 2, but he returns at the end after it is revealed that his accident—and those of many other students—was actually orchestrated by Ruggie and Leona.

Trey approaches the Headmage on behalf of all the injured students to request permission to allow Savanaclaw to remain in the Spelldrive tournament so that they can have some revenge: since fighting with magic is forbidden on campus, the game is their chance to “hash things out…instead of letting grudges fester.”

Trey’s sense of humor seems difficult for others to pick up on: he tricks both Ace and Riddle into thinking that all the best bakers put oyster sauce into strawberry tarts, and is delighted by his own joke.

He also teases the prefect about wanting an expensive birthday present and says that when he made similar jokes with some of the other Heartslabyul students, all of them took him seriously.

#twsttrey #twisted wonderland #twstfacts #Trey Clover #treyfacts

[originalaccountname]

There are some posts I've seen floating around that at the start Dazai may not of known that Chuuya wasn't a vampire which I kind of agree with. I'm at work currently so I cant double check but when he goes "that's a nasty trick you've pulled fydor" im pretty sure its in his thoughts?? To which why would he think that if he knew the whole time. I think dazai must of caught onto the fact Chuuya was faking it at somepoint but not sure when that would of been. Also at the end of the ep Dazai said he didn't have a plan. (I did watch the episode at just after 2am my time when it came out and then fell asleep afterwards so my memory could be not correct). I do think chuuya not being a vampire at all is a little disappointing tbh but this idea softens the blow. Would like to know your thoughts on this idea if you are open to sharing?

I'm in that category too, yes. I've left a few tags saying basically the same thing on some posts.

First, there are a few things the anime didn't answer (more than failing to justify Chuuya faking it since the start, there's Sigma's case about needing to help the ADA, which... didn't happen at all) so either we haven't seen the repercussions of this arc yet, or we got the shortened version of what the manga will offer. Which could work either way. (not ideal necessarily, but besides huffing what can we do huh)

Dazai not knowing though! Dazai did admit to his "plan" being to mostly adapt on the fly and trust his allies to help him back. He implied this prison break was one big trust fall. But that's how I've always interpreted Dazai's way of planning! I even made a post about it a full year ago!

Since Dazai knows Chuuya slowed down the elevator (which I can accept, Dazai's ability shouldn't affect random objects he touches, and Fyodor had told Chuuya through a comm to go finish off Dazai because he wasn't in the room), I assume that by then he was aware. Maybe not before though. Definitely not at first. Because this?

I refuse to believe was entirely scripted. Why is he acting? For Sigma? For corpses? I'm of the opinion that no matter what is going on through Dazai's head, his expressions are always genuine (ex: he might react with surprise at something he completely expected, if only because of how sudden it was, or when/how it ended up happening. Here? genuine distress.)

And I extend that feeling to Dazai having an emotional moment, complete with flashbacks, while "drowning" Fyodor and Chuuya. He did say he wasn't expecting to kill them that way, but perhaps it really was a moment of weakness triggered by concern or guilt.

I can accept Dazai having caught on during his face-off with Chuuya. That's Mr I-know-your-breathing-patterns we have here, so if they didn't high-five after the elevator crash-landing (still broke Dazai's leg), I would say Dazai knows physics enough to go "hold on" and connect the dots. So yes, that baiting of Chuuya, the light taunting, the bratty attitude he only really has with Chuuya, the angry YELLING and insults when Chuuya shot him in the shoulder? The destiny talk? Yeah I can re-contextualize those as Dazai over-acting his part. And then not being able to shut up after being shot in the head.

Maybe there's some reaching here, maybe this will not be totally accurate to the source material. But Asagiri does have a habit to write scenes from an outsider pov while knowing whats happening in the characters' heads and behind the scene, but then not give us that input directly. Never before today was it confirmed that Dazai improvises a lot in his plans. And yet! That's something I've believed in for a very long time.

This all could very well be covering Asagiri's poor decisions, but between this being the adaptation and bsd being an unfinished story, I have a hard time deciding at the moment how much of a poor decision this was. Maybe it's worth a raised eyebrow. Maybe it deserves some criticism in hope the author takes notes. Maybe this was an anime-original resolution due to time constraints (think of the Fifteen final fight). I can only raise concerns for now, and wait.

#bsd being a monthly release is also detrimental to its pacing #the chapters in the last+ year were very short and suspense-heavy #which makes it look cheaper than if you took a break and read them all in one go #there's a balance in there #i don't know if asagiri really writes with our time perception in mind. maybe he just writes the story and then it's divided in chapters #and that's that. who cares if there's 6 months between those two entries. #bsd #bsd s5 #bsd spoilers #apparently i talk sometimes #ask answered

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Headcanons: Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader : Reader escapes him.

Damian Wayne x reader. Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader/ Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 1460 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), toxic family relations, obsession. Also, I have a friend that informed me that at the end of the Bruce and Grayson chapters the last sentence is cut off for phone users, I've tried to fix it by just rewriting the cut-off part below the original sentence.

First of all, it would have to be by some incredible stroke of luck that you managed to escape his grip. I imagine that if Damian turns yandere, he’ll indulge more in his “evil” side, so to speak. By that, I mean that he would probably return to his grandfather’s side and retake his place as the heir to the demon’s head, as the Al Ghuls’ less strict moral codes allow him to better keep you to himself. But let’s say that you somehow managed to sneak out without his knowledge, (likely with the help from Bruce and his brothers). Damian would stop at nothing to get you back.

 

Does anyone remember that glimpse we got of Damian as Batman in Batman #666? Yeah…That is how I imagine Damian would be if his beloved ever escaped. He would see you being away from him as an attempt on your life. He’s your protector…At least in his mind. To take you away from your protector is a not-so-hidden attempt to endanger you, right? Well no…But Damian certainly thinks so. So, if you got help from anyone… Good luck to them. Because Damian would blame them for your escape, and he has never been known for being superbly generous to his enemies. They’ll suffer. He’ll make sure of it.

But let’s say that the person helping you escape is one of his brothers or his father. How would he react? Well… It depends on who:

If Bruce is the one helping you, Damian realises that he has a relatively low chance of winning a hand-to-hand combat with his father. That doesn’t mean he’ll give up on you, though. Damian would at first try to negotiate with his father. Explain the reasoning behind his actions. He would attempt to invoke his father’s sympathy. As pathetic as Damian finds the entire thing, he is willing to put down his pride momentarily if it means he’ll get you back. 

If Bruce cooperates and Damian gets you back, you might gain more freedom. Damian would feel indebted to his father for giving him another chance, and he’d attempt to pay his father back by trying to treat you more like a normal lover would.

If his father refuses to give you back to Damian, despite his downright begging, Damian would go ballistic. I’m pretty sure he’d either ask his mother for help, (unsuccessfully since his mother is borderline yandere for his father and doesn’t want him to hate her for aiding in their son’s unhealthy attachment). When that doesn’t work. He’d simply kill his father using underhanded tricks, (probably use one of his brothers as bait to lure his father into a death trap). He won’t like it. No. He’ll despise himself for having done it for the rest of his near-eternal life, but it’ll be worth all the self-loathing as long as he can have you back in his arms. That’s not to mention Talia, who will forever blame you for Bruce’s death. She may or may not attempt to kill you... as retribution for her one true love's death ...

(death ... ) - (for phone users)

If it’s Grayson who helps you, which is probably the most likely as I can imagine Damian informing his oldest brother of where he, (and subsequently you), is, in case he wants to visit. So if Grayson takes you. Damian still rages, but he’ll be more inclined to listen to reason than he would have been otherwise. 

Damian has never hidden the fact that Grayson is his favourite brother, probably his favourite family member, (except you). He can’t bring himself to kill him. But…That doesn’t mean that he won’t extort him. Yeah… He’ll kidnap Barbara, (or Koriand’r, if you’re a Starfire fan), and propose a tradeoff with Richard. If his brother doesn’t bite, he’ll just up the gamble. He’ll kidnap Tim as well, maybe even the rest of Grayson’s old Teen Titan’s/Young Justice team. With all of his friends’ lives in danger, it’s unlikely that Richard will keep protecting you. Even if he does, Damian will fight him. Not to the point of lethality, but hard enough so his brother doesn’t become suspicious. While Grayson is distracted, Damian will have one of the assassins bring you back to the league.

(bring you back to the league.) (For phone users)

If Jason is the one who took you from Damian. Damian would downright cut his brother’s legs off. He really likes Todd, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Damian doesn’t want him dead, even if Jason took you away from him. He won’t go to the same lengths as with Grayson to keep from killing, but he’ll sooner incapacitate Jason than end his life. I see the whole thing going a little like this:

Jason takes you from the league. (He knows Talia well, and I can see Jason convincing her to let him take you with him. She probably never thought you were quite good enough for her son. It’s nothing personal. She doesn’t dislike you more than anyone else. She just doesn’t think that anyone could ever be worthy of her son).

When you’re back in Gotham, Jason will hide you in one of his many safehouses while waiting for Damian in another. He couldn’t lead his younger brother straight to you by staying with you, so you’ll have to sit tight.

Damian finds Jason. He already knows that you won’t be with his brother. Damian knows Jason isn’t stupid despite having the same muscle mass as Batcow.

The two of them fight, but Damian doesn’t play fair. He probably brought a crowbar or enlisted the help of the Joker, (as stupid of a move as that might seem. Damian knows that the clown is only craving chaos. So chaos is what he’ll get. Joker has no interest in you. He wants to torment Batman, and what better way to do that than to work with Batman’s youngest son to kidnap someone). Jason takes one look at either the crowbar or the Joker, and he feels himself fall back into the memory of the warehouse. He’s horrified, and no matter how hard he tries to push it all away, it’s too much. 

Jason is weakened by Damian’s tricks, and the younger Wayne promptly breaks his brother’s legs beyond repair. Thus making sure that he won’t be a future problem. He’ll interrogate Jason about your whereabouts, but Jason doesn’t break.

In the end, one of Damian’s assassins finds you and brings you to him. Jason is devastated. He failed you, and all he can do is yell profanities at Damian as you’re carried away, out of his sight.

If it’s Tim who tried to save you… Oh, dear… Damian won’t care about what happens to the “replacement”. Damian will find Tim and if you’re with him, Damian will simply take you, kill Tim and go back to the League of Assassins’ base. If you’re not with Tim, Damian grows furious. Not only did his most “useless” brother take you away from him, but he also let you out of his sight. You could’ve hurt yourself! Damian’s ire only grows as Tim prepares to fight him. For Damian, this is not just a question of Tim taking you from him. It’s also a fight to prove whether Tim was really ever worthy of his position next to Bruce, his position as the former Robin and his current position as Red Robin. With Damian’s rage and his lack of morals, he easily wins the fight. Perhaps Tim let his brother win to show Damian that he actually follows Bruce’s rules and would never kill, as opposed to Damian, thus mocking the green-eyed warrior one last time. Damian draws Tim’s final moments out. An assassin has already found you. You were hiding nearby, having followed Tim’s instructions, which turned out to be faulty due to Damian arriving sooner than expected. A last “Demon spawn” leaves Tim’s bloodied lips as Damian slowly drags his katana out of Tim’s chest, cleaning it with an old handkerchief, which is left stained red.

No matter whether you escaped on your own or with the help of someone else. Damian will lock you in your shared bedroom whenever he isn’t available, putting twice as many guards near you at all times. He might even have you sit next to him or on his lap while he commands the League by his mother and grandfather’s side, (if he isn’t already the head of the league at this point). He won’t punish you too harshly, but he might smack you to the ground once when you get home. That’s only if you escaped on your own, though. If someone else helped you, he’d delusionally think that they simply kidnapped you against your will and that you honestly love being with him.

#yandere damian wayne #yandere x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere dc

[taddymason]

Taddy I know you said that Kaida doesn't refer to Jay as "Dad" like. At all.

BUT I can't stop thinking about a scenerio [that I wanted a write a ficlet about but I don't have the time due to uni work :sob:]

Where after Kaida and Jay are with the Ninja but Jay doesn't have his memories fully back yet.

And Kaida gets caught off guard by the enemy or something and is taken by them as bait. [I know, very unlikely]

And she tries to act cool about it but she is terrified on the inside because shes still just a kid and god Jay is not coming for her.

He got his real family back- he doesn't need her around anymore- shes alone again- shes got abondened again- why should he care about her anymore?

Meanwhile Jay is LIVID.

This is a man who does not remember the honor code of the Ninja.

A man who killed a dragon by himself.

A man who possibly killed way more than a dragon.

A father whos child was taken from him as bait and is in danger.

He's ripping through everything in his path that is between him and his daughter, and the rest of the ninja are terrified as they can only watch the lightning without restrain destroy everything in his path.

Kaida doesn't understand whats going on outside,there are explosions and yells and she can't help but flinch away as someone points a gun at her face.

But then there is a loud crack as the room flashes in the brightest light ever.

And when she opens her eyes back up again, all the men are on the ground twitching in pain.

And Jay is there.

He's sparkier than usual.

And covered in more blood than usual.

And kinda blurry on the edges, his eyes and hands and body burning way brighter with lightning than she ever saw.

[As if he's almost lightning itself]

But he's here.

He came for her.

He didn't leave her.

He didn't leave her.

She can't even say anything before he's suddenly next to her checking her for injuries as his hands shake from the adrenaline and fear of almost losing her.

And she chokes up with tears upon seeing him so scared, terrified of what could have been and lets out a choked up "Dad..."

Suddenly he's hugging her and she can't help but bury her face onto his chest like a baby as shes trying to not to cry, not to be weak, shes picked up and he mumbles a soft "I got you kiddo. Let's get you home." And that's when she breaks down.

And Jay refuses to let go of her during all the way back to the monastery, and if the rest of the ninja see both of them cry at some point none of them say anything.

KEN KEN KEN THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!?!? I LOVE THIS!! THANKS FOR THIS!!! HUSJFBAF

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH (Like, Kaida definitely addresses Jay as "dad" in situations like this) THAT I HAD TO WRITE AND DRAW SOMETHING RIGHT AWAY BECAUSE I LOVE TORTURING THESE TWO. Also writing Angry Badass Jay is entertaining

I hope I did justice to this scenario because I wrote this really really quickly so I hope you like it

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TW: blood and violence.

When Kaida first wakes up, she is in a room with cold lights and no windows, with unknown people moving back and forth through thick bars. She feels tired, her eyelids are heavy with a sickly feeling, and her palate tastes like moldy cotton.

She tries to remember the name the ninjas had given this thing. She thinks it's called Vengestone. A stone that can disable elemental powers.

She had never seen anything like it and terror floods her veins with ice when she realizes that what they said turned out to be true. She didn't know that there was something capable of suppressing that energy that has been in her blood for years. Uselessly she pulls on the metal on her ankle, looks for a way to break or open the lock with some of the tricks she knew, even tries to see if there are any loose bricks in the wall, and only manages to draw blood from under her nails, adding to what already covers her clothes.

She tries not to get scared. She tries to calm down and breathe even though they look at her like little more than an animal and she has no way to defend herself. She wishes she had her gun in her hands, even the knife she always kept in her boot, but even that had been taken away from her, and all she had left as a weapon was to uselessly insult them.

She tries not to panic, but finds it difficult to control her breathing when she can't see through the walls to those approaching and she feels blind. Everything looks dark and she feels stupidly weak when people approach her and without her powers to see them; they look like corpses.

"They are anyway" she tries to tell herself to calm down. They are if Jay was looking for her.

If he was looking for her. If he hadn't already decided she was a burden. Because she is, she knew it.

As the hours pass, the voice she tries to ignore in the back of her head reminds her that she is essentially a nuisance that he went to too much trouble to care for. She is essentially a girl for whom he only felt sorry, and now with the way things are, he may finally want to take a burden off his shoulders and stop having to worry about her.

She knows that she is the reason why he decided to continue working in a place as miserable as the Administration, the reason why he could not return home for so long, the main reason why he was separated from his family. If he had had his memories from the beginning, he wouldn't have even stayed there in the first place.

It's a burden, and if he had finally realized that he had his real family waiting for him, maybe he wouldn't even bother looking for her.

"How do you feel?" one of them ask her with a smile in his voice. She was pretty sure she's been there for a day already.

“Fucking great.” she spits, crossing her arms to try to look confident. If being a ninja included being captured by crazy people like these, she didn't understand why the bother.

He seem to ignore her mockery as he analyze her carefully. That guy, who must be some kind of leader if the way he's the only one talking is any indication, approaches. “You are the elemental master of spirit, aren't you?”

She stares back at him dryly without even bothering to respond. They had asked her name before and she hadn't even given them that.

The man waits in silence for a few seconds before continuing. “I know all ninjas have pretty interesting powers, the main reason why they are so annoying to us. As far as I heard, kid, you can steal someone's soul, right?”

She shakes her chained foot while frowning. “Why don't you take this shit off me and figure it out yourself?”

He smiles and then steps back, leaving the cell as if the exchange had bored him. "Not yet. We have to keep you alive until your friends come after all.”

And then he leaves, and she is alone. Again.

She rests her head on the wall behind her, trying futilely to keep track of the idiots hovering back and forth with threats that leave her shaking inside, and her hand clutches the yellow pin to her chest.

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Jay's head is somewhere else during the eternal passage of days in which they search for clues to Kaida's whereabouts. He doesn't sleep or even eat. His concentration is solely on the battlefield and clinging to any possible clue. He is determined and alert, aware enough to be able to duck when necessary and able to dodge when shot.

But that's all. He feels nothing when he uses his powers over and over again against them without holding back his blows. It is like a storm that continues to build up until it explodes and he doesn't take into account who it lets that brutal rain fall on.

And the rest of the team isn't much help.

When they stop him for the fourth time to tell him they need a plan, his patience breaks.

He already has a plan; find his kid.

Lloyd, who Jay had learned that he was a kind of master on the team, harshly reprimands him at the end of an interrogation of one of the stupid bastards responsible for taking Kaida. Once the line of questioning ends with the man writhing on the ground in a haze of burning flesh, everyone looks at him with growing horror and fear.

He has no regrets, neither for this one nor for the others before him or for what is yet to come. If it were up to him, he would pull out what other pain that bastard has left to feel.

The green ninja, however, is unfazed by the anger crackling in his eyes and matches it with a stern glare. "Jay, I understand you're worried, but taking it out on them won't solve anything. You can't do that."

He breathes shakily, his hands, covered in blood that is not his, clenching and opening at his sides with sparks still cutting and hissing through the air.

"You are not my leader." He spits tiredly between his teeth. "Don't tell me what to do. You don't understand anything. If you really think I'm going to spare their lives for some stupid ninja shit I don't know about-"

"Jay, relax." The black ninja, Cole, steps forward, his voice heavy and wobbly. He approaches with his hands outstretched toward him, and he hates the anguish in his words, he hated that they acted like they knew him when he couldn't even remember anything about them. He hates all of this, and can barely speak with the guilt creeping down his throat. This would not have happened if they had not left the Administration. “We understand, we really do.”

Jay turns around, can't help but wave his arms in the air in exasperation, his voice rising to the edge of a shout as he shakes his head. "No, you don't. I don't need your help. If it were up to you, we would still have no fucking clue where she is. It's like you don't even care- “

A hand on his shoulder stops him, cutting off his speech as he flinches, and only then does he realize how much he's hyperventilating. The anger that makes his hands shake is as intense as the fear in his chest, and without a target to aim for so long, one becomes stronger than the other. When he turns around in his stupor, he finds the water ninja staring at him with one hand still on his shoulder.

Nya looks at him with understanding and sympathy, a deep grimace creasing her face even though her eyes otherwise remain calm. Her hand squeezes his shoulder tightly, almost as if she wants to hug him instead, and he hates how much they seem to really know him. He only has a vague idea of what they are supposed to be to him (his friends, his brothers, his yang) and that's it, they're still just strangers.

His real family, all he has left, is far away.

“We'll find her, Jay. I swear. You are not alone in this.” she emphasized firmly, and somehow, like a memory washed away by the tide, something in his chest calms at her words. The others look at him the same way, that anxious, worried look that loosens his jaw as his frown softens.

His hands were still shaking, and the power on his skin had not stopped crackling for even a second since they had begun their search. He pulls away from the touch on his shoulder somewhat abruptly, knowing it's probably not good to touch any of them while he's like this, and the others stare at him expectantly.

He takes a deep breath, barely closing his eyes for a fragment of a second where all he sees is bright white, and when he opens them to look at them, he can almost let himself believe that these people are his family.

"Alright." he chew the words through air that is too harsh and cold. His tongue is filled with the taste of ash and blood. “We know where these bastards' base is. Take us there.”

They all nod and leave, and Jay doesn't let anything stop him from getting to his daughter. His first and only priority.

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Kaida loses track of time while there. She stops trying to count the minutes that pass and any hope she has left slowly dissolves.

And maybe it was for the best anyway. She knew she was a bait. A small fish to catch a bigger one. It was better that they didn't come for her. There was no reason for him to risk it when he already had his real family with him.

The men here don't linger with her any longer than necessary. They need her alive after all. One breaks her ankle so she doesn't even try to flee. Another hits her head particularly unpleasantly against the wall when she spits in their faces and things get confusing from there. It reminds her too much of Boarding School, and if she closes her eyes, she can practically feel the rivulet of blood running down the side of her face from her left eyebrow.

They seem proud of themselves when they finally manage to force screams of pain through her teeth, even if she doesn't even cry. Don't you dare cry. Don't you ever cry, she said in her mind over and over again.

And she tells herself that's not even the reason she's so terrified. It's not because she was deprived of her powers, or because of the pain that was pounding in her body, or because of whatever stupid plan these sons of bitches had, but because of the fact that she knows deep down that no one is coming for her. She knows she deserves it and that's what leaves her shaking as she stares straight ahead.

They should never have left the Administration, if they had stayed home instead of getting involved in saving the world and that stuff, none of this would have happened.

She feels selfish for thinking about it, but she can't help it.

She wants to go home, but she knows it's not even safe to go back there anymore. She hates how much those ninjas always had the power to take him from her, and now they finally did it.

And suddenly, the guards patrolling next to her cell hastily leave. All the people she can see through the bars share worried looks, frightened murmurs as they run to the left with weapons in their hands. Her heart races and all she can do is wait. She cannot see a single soul behind the walls when they all disappear.

There is an icy silence, one that builds in her cell the moment everyone leaves her alone, but that finally breaks when she begins to hear distant screams in the distance.

She stands suddenly, leaning against the wall, ignoring the pain clawing at her ankle and the damn chain that only makes it worse, and concentrates on listening.

She hears gunshots, hears high-pitched cries slowed by the walls. She's heard those screams before, the kind that come up just before a person's light disappears. She knows that they are coming from very far away, she knows that they are from the direction in which everyone ran, and from one moment to the next, the silence of her prison becomes a cacophony of screams that increases the tension that shakes in her chest.

There is also a growing ringing that pulses in her ears, which sounds too much like a muffled roar. A snake crawls across the ceiling, and when she looks up, she notices how the lights shine full of energy, turning on and off at the pace at which everyone runs desperately. That hum goes down and up constantly while the lights flicker until they finally break, exploding loudly. Glass and darkness hit the hallway.

Kaida can only watch open-mouthed, her mind barely able to comprehend the meaning of it when one of their leaders enters her cage with a gun in hand and a look full of anger.

“What the fuck is going on?” Kaida asks, pressing herself against the wall, hating the way her jaw trembles as the guy approaches her. “Is this also part of your plan, you idiots?”

The mockery comes out weak and raw at the end when she sees how the man removes the safety of the weapon and places it in his hands without hesitation. A knot of anxiety tightens and unravels in her chest until it reaches her mind, and her face pales.

“Looks like your friends are already here, kid. Now you are as useful alive as dead.” The gun is pointed at her face. If she had her powers, in less than a second, she could steal any excuse for soul that this guy had until he was an empty shell, take because that's what she always did. Only she doesn't have them, and the man's index finger is already on the trigger. “Unfortunately for you, I could use getting rid of an elemental master right now.”

The man points the barrel close to her forehead, far enough away that she can't even try to grab the gun from him.

Kaida steps back, her gaze focused somewhere in front of her, and she prepares for the worst with her teeth clenched together.

She's just not prepared for the way the man's body suddenly shakes violently. The grip on his gun loosens and he lets go. Collapsing heavily to the ground with white ribbons that run through his limbs until they fragilely disappear along with all traces of life in his gaze.

There is an echo of thunder behind it that conquers every struggle between silence and screams, and it is only when she looks up from the body at her feet that she finally sees Jay staring at her surprised on the other side of the cell. His hand still raised firmly forward, red and glowing as if snakes of light ran down his arm.

Her vision is blurry, either from the pain in the back of her head or from the held back tears, but it was definitely him. Through the cloudy haze, she can see how his reddish hair is more bristly than usual and the blood that practically covers him from head to toe.

She looks around, behind Jay, she sees completely still bodies scattered on the ground. She's not particularly fazed by it, she's seen worse, they've done worse. But the fact that he did this for her, that he took the risk to do it, leaves her reeling with a thread of breath.

Before she can register it, Jay quickly crosses the distance between them, dropping to his knees beside her so he's level with her. His trembling hands, whose skin over his knuckles she can see are slit and raw, grab her shoulders and he frantically search for any kind of wounds. She barely registers it, barely hears him speaking in panic at a mile a second.

Instead, she was still processing the fact that he was there. That he had come back for her.

“I've got you, kiddo, it's okay now,” she hears him say. His voice sounds more scared and agitated than she's ever heard.

His hands briefly touch her face and only then does she realize she was crying. She doesn't know how long she's been crying.

“Dad-” nothing but sobs come out.

He holds her close, reality finally hitting her as she buries her face against his chest, inhaling as she cries. Her forehead is pressed against that stupid blue gi, staining blood and tears and who knows what else, but she can hear his heart beating, fast but steady, and he's here and he didn't abandon her.

“We're going home,” he murmurs, as shaky as his breathing, and she doesn't care where that is anymore. All she really cares about is that he's here, and that's enough for her.

#I'm not good at drawing blood guys #I also did this in like less than an hour sjfbh #kaida walker #ninjago #dad jay au #ninjago fanfic #ninjago jay #ninjago oc #jay ninjago #jay walker #ninjago au

[moremousewrites]

Trading Gossip

Pairing: Haarlep/f!Tav

Summary: Haarlep approaches you in rare form. You suspect they're up to mischief and offer entertainment at someone else's expense for once in the form of rumours. Haarlep is more than willing- they know you'll be on their tongue soon enough

Tags: smut, face sitting, oral sex, fingering, electricity play (lightening charges hehe), biting, bottom Haarlep, orgasm denial

A/N: Haarlep takes tav's/reader's form for the majority of this one. Also i did my best at coming up with gossip but it's hard to imagine what would shock a fiend lol. ANYWAY I hope you enjoy this!

The devil's incubus always seemed to keep a watchful eye out for you. They'd study your movements whenever you were in the boudoir, always watching. The two of you never trusted each other. They'd lure you into some trap, then watch you suffer the consequences of their misdoings. You'd run to Raphael and convince him the creature was disobedient. It was a tiresome game. Especially when Raphael insisted you share a bed but could not touch. The rule was made to be broken, the game was rigged. You always ended up with the short straw and everyone knew it. 

Haarlep approached you, rippling muscles on display, prowling like the animal of prey they were. You stuck your nose in your book to ignore them. “Little thief. Did the master leave you all alone to fend for yourself?” They asked, crawling into the bed next to you. 

“Not alone. I'm somewhere else” you lifted the book and turned the cover so they could read the title.

A clawed finger hooked the crease of the book, snatching it from you and tossing it to the floor. You pressed your nails into your palms and took a deep breath. They were not going to bait you.

“You're making the most adorable face, pet. You should see it for yourself” they said, your own voice slipping through as their image shifted to that of your own. Your sour look reflected back to you. 

“Haarlep, are you bored?” You asked, rubbing your temples to relieve the stress they were causing. 

Your mirror image lit up with a sly glee. “Yes! Would you like to try to entertain me?” They asked, moving their face a bit too close to yours.

You studied their actions. They seemed a bit… erratic. Your glamoured eyes shifting to yours, rapidly. Normally, toying with you was a pastime they did because it was easy. They seemed almost desperate now.

“How about we trade gossip?” You suggested. Haarlep nodded and you felt the heat of their magic on your face before they sat back on the pillows, shifting back to the form that most resembled Raphael. You leaned into their ear and whispered. “I heard Korilla was caught reading the master's diaries. I think she was trying to see if he wrote of her” you watched Haarlep roll their eyes.

“Old news, thief. Who do you think caught her?” They asked, turning their head to whisper in your ear. “I heard Mizora offered to buy your soul” they spoke through a sly grin. 

You weren't surprised by that. You wondered what she offered, it couldn't have been a normal deal. Possibly something to aid Raphael in the war. “She tried to bed me” you huffed, remembering her proposition. Tempting as she might be to some, she had made Wyll's life hell. Well, not that you could speak on the matter as you'd become bedfellows with a devil. 

Haarlep tsked, the sound tickling your ear. “More old news” they said, shaking their head in disappointment. 

You crossed your arms in defense “That wasn't my gossip. But be that way” you stuck your nose up at the incubus and they laughed in response. 

“One more then. Please, little thief” they pleaded, tail twitching with expectation. For all the tricks they pulled and mischief they made, you couldn't deny they were hard to refuse. You didn't trust them, but they were growing on you somewhat. 

You nodded and leaned in once more. “I heard that Raphael had a wet dream” you said, quiet as a… well, a mouse. Haarlep turned to look you in the eye. Their jaw dropped in shock, commending you for your juicy gossip. 

“How do you know?” They asked, failing to contain their excitement. 

You tapped your ear, demanding one last piece of gossip from them. They cupped your ear, moving slowly to meet the shell. You felt a light puff of air before their tongue licked your ear, inside and out. You jolted at first, the feeling repulsed you. That is, until they held your waist and pulled you closer. The incubus spittle lit your nerves and the feeling settled deep in your cunt. You couldn't contain the pitchy little moan that slipped past your lips at the sensation. 

Regret coursed through you in preparation for the retribution that was sure to come. But the incubus’ warm lips stoked a heat that smothered any trepidation. “Good little pet. Give in to me” they traced their fingers down to your chest, teasing your nipple in their hand as their lips lowered to take the other. 

Your brows furrowed, you couldn't submit so easily. Haarlep growled lowly as you slipped your knee between your bodies, effectively separating the two of you. 

“What do you think you're doing, pet?” Haarlep ran their hand up the underside of your leg and cupped the knee, pressing forward. “Are you playing hard to get?” They leaned down to taste you and you grabbed their horn with haste.The glare they gave you could cut you to the bone. Haarlep was an ardent supporter of foreplay but they seemed particularly needy today. You gave them a smoldering look that reassured them in a novel way.

Haarlep liked playing with you. Not that they'd admit how sincerely they enjoyed your coupling. You played many roles excellently. The distressed damsel, the submissive pet, and Haarlep's personal favourite- the vengeful hero. You were smart to add variety to your repertoire. Haarlep never knew who they were going to bed. Your intense stare and half-smirk informed Haarlep that they would be serving the hero tonight. Their tail actually wagged in glee. 

“Not Raphael's form tonight, harlot” you tilted their head back, your grip on their horn willing them to your bidding. Their golden irises gleamed with understanding. 

Before you, Haarlep once again shifted to your form. Your hands positioning you so deliciously, your lips parted in anticipation. “Beautiful” you admired your image, dropping the hand that held Haarlep's vanished horn to caress their face. Your fingers trailed down to the fiend's throat, pushing until they relinquished their hold on you. You knocked them on their back and climbed up their body, kissing and nipping the exposed skin in your wake. 

Haarlep gave a huff of irritation but their quickened breath betrayed them. They were impatient but not displeased. You grabbed their chin in your hand and slipped your tongue into their mouth. Your tongue danced with theirs, the feeling so strangely similar yet the infernal heat of their body gave them away. More incubus spit infected you and you felt your ache deepen. Pressing against your reflected image, you felt Haarlep arch their chest onto yours. They rutted their mound onto your thigh and you moaned at the relief you felt in tandem. You watched them grind against your thigh, their face twitching in pleasure. When you felt them chasing their release, you pulled your thigh from between their legs.

“Stupid little slut! You think you have an ounce of power?” Haarlep hissed, clearly frustrated from the denial of their orgasm. You giggled at their tantrum and they dragged their nails along the curve of your back. Not nearly as much damage as they would do in Raphael's form but it would have to do. You let out a breathy whine at the sting. 

Feeling a bit emboldened by Haarlep's frantic behaviour, you moved to straddle their face. “Lick and I shall give you release” you ordered before lowering your hips onto Haarlep's disgruntled face. Their hands wrapped around your thighs, anchoring you to them. You rocked your hips, their tonguing causing you to shake in their grasp. Their hand moved to toy with their clit and you felt both your orgasms arriving far too soon for your liking. You reached back and pulled their hand back to your thigh.

In retaliation, Haarlep bit your clit making you yelp. You squirmed but their jaws would not let up. Panic surged in you and you felt your fingers charge with the electric magic that spurred when you were threatened. You leaned back and pinched Haarlep with charged fingers. You were immune to the magic but Haarlep thankfully was not. They finally released your abused clit and you lifted your hips, then flicked them on the forehead. “Bad incubus!” You loomed over them, taking a disciplinary tone. 

They mumbled something inaudible. “What was that? You're going to have to speak up” you ordered, taking control once more.

“Do that again” they said, eyes blown out with lust.

You flicked their forehead again, intentionally misunderstanding them. You weren't keen on indulging Haarlep after they bit you.

Haarlep rolled their eyes and kissed your inner thigh. They looked up at you from beneath your kneeling position, eyes suddenly wide and full of plea. “That little spark of magic. It was salacious. Please, touch me again” their voice alone had you reeling. 

You climbed off of them, lying at their side. You focused on letting a part of your constitution withdraw while you concentrated on pulling magic through your fingertips. Normally, magic was instinct. An action as small and intentional as this took a bit of thought. Once you had enough of a charge moving, you lowered your hand to Haarlep's nipple. You watched as the electricity formed a bridge with their budding nipple just before stinging them lightly. Haarlep arched at the biting shock. They let out a sigh and turned to you, nodding encouragingly. You tried both hands now. The shock was stronger this time, unintentionally so. You were too eager and unconcentrated. Still, Haarlep moaned your name. You separated their thighs, exposing their sex to you. You admired your body on their wanton form. 

When you first met Haarlep you thought Raphael was a pathetic narcissistic joke for only taking his incubus in his form. You have long since abandoned the opinion. There was something very comforting about loving yourself in this way. And of course there was the added benefit of the doubled pleasure. If Raphael was a joke, it wasn't for his bedroom habits. 

Haarlep was mewling, desperate for you to follow through with your actions. Your fingers charged, the light crackling along them. You brought one finger to their clit, careful so as to not over charge this time. When your finger met their bundle of nerves, they tensed so much you thought they were seizing. 

You worried for a moment that you pushed them too far, but the drunken grin their face displayed soothed your doubts. Of course they were fine, they were a being constructed of pure evil energy with the sole purpose of pleasure. A small realization formed in your brain as you saw the incubus panting in need for your touch. Raphael had been neglecting them for some time, and your role demanded you withhold from touching them. They were in pain and needed relief. 

One of your fingers slipped between their folds, running up and down to play with the soaking skin. You moved your fingers to their clit, rubbing circles in precise motions- exactly how you liked when you touched yourself. Haarlep threw back their head, moaning at your practiced touch. You sped up your pace, pressing kisses into their neck. They appreciated your focused attentions to make them come. You could feel your own touch building an orgasm within yourself, their end drawing near. Their fists balling the silk sheets beside them as they writhed in your hand.  Finally, you let them come, riding out their pleasure as you rubbed them through their orgasm and your own, twitching at the phantom touch.

Haarlep grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss, thanking you in their way. When they pulled away, you noticed the mania had left their eyes but they looked far from sated.

“Oh, little pet. You are such fun” they sighed, cradling your face in their hand.

You nuzzled into them, taking in their warmth. “Careful, Haarlep. People will start to talk” you said, wrapping yourself around them. Rules be damned, you were sure Raphael knew everything anyway. 

Haarlep traced their fingers on the planes of your body, soothing your skin. You relaxed into their touch as they kissed your head. “Let them. News travels fast, here” they said, watching you drift off to sleep in their arms. You needed your rest, anyway. Raphael was going to rage at the sight before him once he returned. Haarlep smiled to themself, content with their little pet.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #haarlep #haarlep/tav #haarlep x tav #haarlep x reader

[medical-anon-whau]

Pen-Thief Update

warnings: none

Tag: @egrets-not-regrets

warnings: none

summary: I complain about Pen-Thief Alpharius

So, I've worked with the patient who lives with Alpharius the pen thief. In that time I've noticed several things about the large teal gremlin:

For one thing, he can shapeshift. The second time I visited this particular patient, there appeared to be a Salamander Apothecary tending to them, who told me that he would be taking care of them for the day, and for me to leave... And as there are occasions when my schedule and another provider's overlaps and I wasn't informed beforehand due to a breakdown in communication, I left the house to call the agency I work for in my car.

When I found out that this particular patient didn't have any Apothecary visits scheduled - either at a clinic, in the hospital or at their home for the month, I tell you that I was very worried and nearly called emergency services to report an astartes having broke into a chronically ill and vulnerable person's home for who knew what reason...

And Pen-Thief Alpharius turned back into his usual form, having apparently decided that I had been tricked into leaving. Panic over, I went back into the home and ignored his sullen pouting and occasional transformation into different Apothecaries and their orders to go away.

I did tell my agency about the fact that Pen-Thief can and will shapeshift in order to try and trick us, so that the rest of this particular patient's care team will have forewarning about that specific behavior of his.

A second thing that I've noticed is that he resource-hoards. Canned goods, sealed bottles of medications, bandages, gloves, masks, anything that he can get his grubby teal hands on, he will steal and refuse to give back unless his bonded human talks him into it...

One of his favorite supplies to steal is pens. He's figured out that I - and other caregivers - need to be able to fill out the paperwork in regards to the patient within a certain time-frame and... I guess he's decided that stealing the pens will drive us away? Or is a passive-aggressive way of showing that he could take anything he wanted from us? It's very annoying.

Jokes' on him, though. We will be switching to a paperless system by the end of the month and neither the charging cords, nor the laptops that they're issuing us are staying at the patients' homes, so nyeh. Take that, you teal bastard.

In the meantime, I've taken to stashing extra pens in my car - which he hasn't broken into (as far as I know - and I have deliberately left out things I know he likes to take in semi-plain sight as bait) and also in my bra.

I excuse myself to the bathroom to take out the pen, then return and fill out the forms as he sulks in a corner or looms over my shoulder.

The temptation to buy a spray bottle and filling it with vinegar to spritz this mischievous hydra when he tries to cause trouble... But would it help? Or will he escalate things further? Heeeeelp!

#space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #alpha legion #alpha legion shenanigans #Pen-Thief Alpharius

[hailsatanacab]

ooh what's the ttt tim trap wip about?

Fun! So the TTT is about the GIW getting a partial DNA match off of Phantom's ectoplasm. When two agents knock on the manor door, asking to speak to Tim about how he can prevent the world's ending, he doesn't necessarily believe them, but he'll play along if only to gather more information. Unfortunately, that backfires when they get to Amity Park and the GIW use him as bait to trick Phantom into revealing himself. Tim now has to break out his dead brother... twin? Before he loses him again.

lol I've only written like the intro to this, but I love the idea of both boys finding out about the other and then being ripped apart. Also loved the thought that Tim thinks that this is a good thing. They've shown him the destruction Phantom has caused, what he's capable of. How he can destroy the world with a snap of his fingers, and Tim thinks it's the right thing to do.

That is, until he sees him. Scared and alone and shivering in the summoning circle, chains wrapping around him, a muzzle being clamped onto his face and Tim has to wonder... just what has he done?

wip ask game - snippet under the cut

———

“Master Timothy, there are three men outside claiming to be members of a government agency, asking to speak with you.”

“‘Claiming’, Alfred?” Bruce asks, setting his paper aside with a concerned glance at Tim.

Tim, meanwhile, is rapidly cycling through each and every government agency he’s come into contact with recently, either as Timothy Drake or Red Robin. The list is too long to even think about whittling it down.

“It is not one I’m familiar with, sir. The GIW. They refused to tell me what it stands for, and nor would they tell me why they wished to speak to Master Timothy.” Alfred frowns, his distaste for the men showing. “They only shared that it was urgent and ‘unwise’ to make them wait.”

“A threat?” Bruce raises an eyebrow towards Tim, silently asking how he’d like to handle it. 

Tim has no doubt Bruce already has a plan—and a backup plan for the plan, as well as a backup for the backup—but he appreciates being made point on the case. They had asked to speak to him, after all. And you know what? Tim has his own backups for his backups to his plan, too, so he’s not too worried.

“I’ll get Babs to look into them,” he says, fishing out his phone. “May as well hear them out in the meantime. Although… Probably should finish this coffee first. Seeing as it’s so urgent, I want to make sure I’m as alert as I can be for it.”

Tim’s not above being petty. Judging by the quirk of his lips, neither is Bruce.

But, then again, Tim knew that already.

So, it's ten minutes later (Alfred reminded him it's best to eat some fruit to keep the mind fresh and active, and there was no way he could argue that with Alfred!) and he's sitting down with Agents O and K of the GIW.

"Well. How can I help?"

#ask game #dpxdc #dcxdp #this has been in my wips since like last year and i've done nothing with it but i'm also super excited for it too #thanks for the ask!!! #batpham #wip

[enassbraid]

Sibling headcanons with rui?

->𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Platonic! Older brother Rui Kamishiro x reader

Genre - fluff | Cw - middle school rui mentions, akito probably wants to explode you with his mind, cursing

Being Rui’s younger sibling includes….

Lots of annoyance. He can’t give you a full day of peace without bugging you. Even on your most peaceful day, expect some kind of trick around the corner.

Despite all that, you’re the only person in the world who’s free from testing out his experiments? Usually he’s only okay with others testing them when he knows there’s no safety hazard. But with you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he was responsible for hurting his family in any way.

So don’t worry about being a test subject like Tsukasa!

However, that doesn’t exactly free you from all of his shenanigans.

Since you’re a first year in Kamiyama, you aren’t always around when some kind of explosion happens. But when you are and your brother successfully escapes, all the blame goes to you.

“(Name) Kamishiro, get a hold of your brother. We can’t do this every day, we might end up suspending both of you.” A teacher once said. You were baffled at the fact you were getting punished for his controversies.

“Rui fucking Kamishiro.” You muttered under your breath menacingly in response.

Yeah, when he got home that day he was basically a deadman. Since then he’s used Tsukasa as bait more often for his prank’s aftermaths.

Speaking of Tsukasa, his troupe loves you. You weren’t as close with Nene like Rui was, but she definitely preferred your presence over his on most days. Simply because you’re more low key in your eccentricity.

Emu loves you like everyone else, always so bubbly around you. At first, she referred to you as “Smaller Kamishiro”, taking a jab at Rui’s annoyingly tall height.

Tsukasa is kinda scared of you. Well- maybe scares isn’t the best word. He’s more… anxious around you. He knows you and your brother have similarities, and because of that he worries you’ll try to put him on a rocket ship or something.

“Are you sure Rui didn’t put you up to something? Rui! What did you you say???” He exclaims.

Your brother’s poor reputation continued with you. In junior high, you didn’t suffer nearly as much as he did, but definitely had some problems.

Some kids started clear of you since you were related to Rui, worried you were no different. But thankfully there were still some kids who had enough sense to understand… you weren’t your brother. You were your own person.

Rui was glad you found people like that, and silently cheered you on when he saw you with friends. While a part of him may have felt envious of you, he still wanted nothing but happiness for you.

Speaking of junior high, you guys weren’t as close back then. He wouldn’t flat out ignore you or anything, but he was definitely more closed off than ever. You worried often. It was hard seeing him so lonely, especially when he refused to leave his room when he was home.

The most you could do during that time was leave food at his door, sometimes a friendly note reminding him you’re there if he ever needs to talk. While to this day he never told you how much this meant to him, there was a mutual understanding it did.

If middle school was the lowest point of your bond, than high school was its peak. Despite the times you got in trouble for his shenanigans, you two still had a blast together most the time.

Akito fucking despised you as a duo. He didn’t mind you individually, but it was unbearable how you and Rui behaved together. Constantly pushing each other’s ideas until it got too crazy.

But what was too crazy for you and Rui was beyond crazy for Akito, he thought it was mental.

Speaking of… Rui’s oddly not as protective when it comes to you getting involved in relationships.

He thinks you should be able to date who you want when you want, as long as it wasn’t a criminal, he didn’t care. But if the situation called for it, he would get defensive of you until the other backed off.

He’s a great big brother, a pain in the neck sometimes, but overall a great brother.

#project sekai #pjsk #prsk #pjsekai #project sekai x reader #pjsekai x reader #pjsk x reader #prsk x reader #rui kamishiro #rui #rui kamishiro x reader #rui x reader #dor writes

[emmettland]

Gold and Green AU | Repost #17

Ask Prompt: Cassius as Mavik's whumpee. (2023)

CW: abusive power dynamics, whumper turned whumpee

Mavik did not like their things being stolen.

It happened while the Elos ring was facing another ring who was hosting the tournament. Mavik decided not to bring Malusfa because he had the strength of a Golden, and they wanted to see how some of their actual Greens would fare against their opponents. Quite well! The Duel was won, and the crowd was filled with gasps of horror and outrage as the Gold was put to death -- since they refused to join Mavik's harem of Golds instead.

When they returned to their ring, Malusfa was gone.

Teddy's True Green, Dirk Warfson, explained what happened. He walked into Mavik's meeting room with his head held high, knowing that he was regarded highly in a place like this. He told Mavik, rather smugly, that it was Cassius Helven who gave Malusfa his memories back, all so he could out Logan Garder as a Green pretending to be a Golden.

This immediately caught Mavik's interest. They once had Derek, a Golden pretending to be a Green, and of course Malusfa was Reformed to believe he was a Green. But the other way around?

That was curious.

"Let me guess," Mavik said, a smile growing. "You outed Logan in exchange for your forbidden lover."

"Correct," Dirk said, no shame at all. "And now both Logan and Derek are suffering at the hands of the Golden who tricked you."

Tricked you. It was obvious bait, but Mavik wasn't sure if they would take it yet. "And why should I care about them? I could just take Malusfa back for myself."

"Oh, that's not happening." Dirk bared his teeth in a grin. "But I don't expect you to care about them. I'm simply telling you who took your best fighter. To me, that seems like legal grounds to challenge another Golden--"

"I am not a Golden," Mavik corrected him.

"--fine. To challenge a Golden to a duel. You've shown off your skills in the ring before, Elos. We all know you could beat him."

This was true. Dirk could have been a little more subtle about it, but he was obviously trying to appeal to Mavik's ego to get Cassius or killed. Or worse, brought into Mavik's harem.

But luckily for him, Mavik was a little ticked off that Cassius stole Malusfa from them. They had only met Cassius once or twice in person, and they could tell he would make for an entertaining show once that Golden pride was beaten down. It seemed to be a fun idea, and that was Mavik's reason for taking the bait.

"Alright," they said, grinning. "Let's go put a Golden in his place."

---

Mavik Elos won.

That -- that freak of nature, both a Gold and a Green, actually beat Cassius in a duel. And now, for the first time in his life, Cassius was the loser. His life was forfeit. Everything that he had worked for was gone. Everything that he had done to make Logan his True Green, and punish Derek for trying to steal him away -- all worthless.

Unless he lived.

Unless he did the unthinkable and joined Mavik's ring.

Unless he sacrificed his dignity for however long it took to escape Mavik and get his revenge, once and for all.

There were shouts of disapproval, mocking and insulting him, as he surrendered to Mavik. As he forced himself to kneel with his head down, his whole body resisting the submissive gesture, making his cheeks flush with shame. Mavik commanded him to get up, and though he wanted to ignore the command, he made himself comply.

"Another victory for the Elos ring," Mavik cheered, a sentiment only celebrated by the other members of the Elos ring, Greens in the stands with their pet Golds. It was horrific.

But even worse, Cassius caught the eye of his Logan standing next to that damned True Green, who looked absolutely smug at Cassius' defeat. Logan looked like he was in disbelief. Like a nightmare was finally coming to an end. He did not look smug, or vindictive, or anything that would suggest he relished in Cassius' torment.

But he looked grateful. Overwhelming grateful. Relieved to be free of his Golden, and Cassius had no doubt that the first thing he would do would be finding where Derek was being held captive and freeing him as well. To be with the Golden he chose.

That, more than anything, tore Cassius apart.

my writing x my whump x gold and green au x ko-fi

#whumplr #whump writing #emmett whumps #whump tag #emmett writes #emmett reposts #Gold and Green AU #Gold and Green AU (writing) #emmett ocs #mavik oc #dirk oc #cassius oc #malusfa oc #logan oc #derek oc #mavius (ship) #logius (ship) #maludirk (ship) #dergan (ship)

[prolix-yuy]

Writers' Iron Chef #3: Stop That, Right Now

[PROMPT] "Stop that, right now."

[ADDITIONAL PROMPT] An argument breaks out. It doesn't look like it's going to end well.

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, optional 10 minutes editing time.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Rating: T, old timey sexism, Pero being an ass. 

Notes: Written for Writers' Iron Chef Prompt 3.

Lissie (@littleferal) ran into my DMs telling me “let’s get mean on this next one” and I am HERE for it. I love some soft love and yearning as much as the next gal, but there’s something oh so fun about getting a prompt that is encouraging some pain. And who better to be an ass for my amusement? Our resident grump-in-chief Pero!

LJ’s Writers’ Iron Chef Masterlist

Rules and Prompts

“What do you think you are doing?”

You look up from the plate of bread and soup you’re eagerly devouring, chewing with a furrowed brow.

“Eating?” you mumble around your mouthful, swallowing before continuing. “Why aren’t you? I normally have to race you.” A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as Pero Tovar crashes to a seat across from you, his wide palms and thick fingers making his dinner look smaller than yours by comparison. The scowl on his face is deeper than usual, a nuance only one such as yourself who’d traveled with him for most of the summer could tell.

“Is that what you call this spectacle?” he growls, hunching over his bowl and commencing shoveling it down his greedy gullet. At least he’d started using a napkin in your company.

“I haven’t the faintest what you’re on about, Tovar,” you sigh back, lifting your bowl to your lips to slurp the last few drops. “If anything, people barely notice me standing beside you. Do you bring storms wherever you go, or is that just a side effect of your cheerful demeanor?” You’re full on smirking at him now, waiting for him to take the bait and have a little evening battle of wills, but his scowl only deepens.

“I mean all of this,” he rasps out in a throatier register, your conversation now shrouded from curious ears. He waves his hand in your direction, eyes firmly fixed on a spot to the right of you. 

“Ah, so you did notice,” you purr, pushing your bowl away to rest your elbows on the table. Pero’s head snaps further away at your display and it makes your heart thrum with anticipation.

Maybe you were playing a little dirty. But after the reluctant trust you pulled out of Pero, weeks of whittling away at his dour exterior to the point where you could even make him laugh on occasion, you were at an impasse. Touches had started to slide across skin, hands becoming more daring. Reluctant partings when you slept back to back and a gentleness in his eyes made you wonder if Pero Tovar felt more than companionship for you. 

You wanted to ask, boldness a bosom friend, but any acknowledgment of growing fondness was met with bristle. If Pero wouldn’t let you ask, then you had to nudge him to your own desires first.

Because you could feel desire for him. His solid body against your back could easily be carnal, hands possibly adept at more than just swordplay. His lips were decadently plush for a man who was always pressing them tight together. But every step forward was met with teeth, and not in the way you hoped.

So you resorted to the oldest trick in the book. Leather replaced with cotton. Armor left aside in favor of the soft expanse of skin around your throat. The shapelessness of protection foregone for your true shape, one you knew could entice a lover or two. 

But he refuses to look at you.

“Pero…” you tease, reaching out to glance your fingertips across his wrist, but he jerks away from you like a man from the hot end of a poker.

“Of course I noticed, the whole tavern did. Putting your tits out like that, stupid girl.” A laugh bubbles up in your throat, laced with venom. He sure does know how to push every button, not just the pleasurable ones.

“What? Don’t you like them?” you whisper, leaning forward so your breasts pillow and plush up over your arms. A stolen glance - gotcha - has Pero standing up with a snort akin to an angry bull.

“Stop that, right now,” he growls, and now he’s caught your gaze and it’s blazing with anger. It stokes the fire in your own chest. “Any man will think you’re looking for coin with your cunt, the way you’re showing yourself. Makes me embarrassed to be seen with you.” Your mouth drops open, upper lip curling over your teeth in a snarl.

“You insult the whores you’ve actually bedded, Tovar, though I think you prefer your hand by now. Maybe you should reacquaint yourself with it.” You stand smoothly, letting the drape of your nicest outfit, the one you wore for him, the ungrateful ass, fall into place.

“And maybe if you want to pretend to be one, you should just stay here and learn the trade,” he spits out, grabbing up his dinner and stalking away to the stables. Waves of heat roll off your skin, boiling in your belly and threatening your composure with stinging tears. You take off to your purchased room to undress, to pretend you are not upset at being denied by that monstrous man, and to level your head before morning.

In the stables, Pero Tovar can barely stomach his dinner at the thought of you sitting across from him. That every man could see your beauty, your spark and fire, when he only wanted it to be him.

END

Next: Coming Due

#lissie's iron chef #writers’ iron chef #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar x reader #the great wall fanfiction #the great wall fic #pero tovar and his guerrera #prolix fics

[nellasbookplanet]

I'm so sorry but I'm going to talk about supernatural in the year of our lord 2023, because I just finished good omens season 2 and the way these shows occupy a very similar space in fandom attitudes is driving me insane.

In so many ways, good omens feels like what supernatural could have been, had they actually committed and not flailed around with like 15 seasons of queerbaiting and the most unintentionally funny ending imaginable. You have the demons and the angels, armageddon, team free will vs god's master plan, years of pining and repression and no personal space and small declarations of love. But good omens does it with genuine vulnerability and comittment, not as bait or comic relief or last minute bury you gays. But, because it’s big and well-known and allows itself time and nuance to get where it’s going, so many people really treated it horribly before the drop of season 2 for not immediatelyand explicitly giving them what they wanted.

Like, after the end of season 1 you could really feel the way spn damaged viewers treated them as the same thing. It’s like people were so prepared to be tricked that they came in highly on guard and defensive. Thing is, this manifested as taking anything other than the most bland, on the nose and immediate gay rep as the creators queerbaiting and trying to worm their way out of committing to 'real' queer rep. Gaiman refuses to confirm your 'they are gay men' headcanons? Clearly him being a coward and not the characters, explicitly, being neither gay nor men. Characters have a very close relationship but no kiss? Clearly queerbaiting and not an affirmation of ace/aro relationships, queerplatonic relationships, or even plain old platonic relationships.

There is so much hurt from years of stereotypes and queerbaiting and bury your gays that any attempt to tell a complex queer story - one where relationships take time, or where they don’t always happen, or where horror or tragedy strikes, become nigh on impossible. It becomes hard to distinguish subtext used to be genuine and subtle and queer-friendly from subtext used to queerbait and make fun, and rather than making the effort to tell them apart and giving stories a chance (and taking the risk of getting hurt) all rep must be distilled into the epitome of 'gay' before it’s accepted as good, because that way you cannot be tricked. Hell, just the way it’s referred to as 'rep' rather than 'characters' is telling.

This is noticeable in the way spn fan spaces talk about Cas, too; he’s always 'the gay angel', never the bisexual angel (despite having had female love interests) or the asexual angel (despite being largely uninterested in sex) or the nonbinary angel (despite not being human and on occassion using female vessels as well as male). Does Meg Masters mean nothing to you. Just. Please allow stories their nuance and their time and their right to not always cater to your ship in the exact way you want (or at all) without declaring them bait. It makes you look very silly when you come crawling back the moment a kiss happens.

#anyway i saw someone refer to goomens s2 as 'intentionally queer' and it made me want to claw the walls #is s1 a joke to you?? (judging by the disdainful way they talk of gaiman‚ yes it is) #good omens #supernatural #idk. there's just this way people approach queer rep and media as 'homophobic until proven otherwise' #that's deeply harmful to storytelling #maybe you shouldn’t treat every story as if it’s coming out of disney and marvel #if you come crawling back to good omens just bc they kissed maybe you should take that as a learning experience #in how 'on-screen kiss' isn't a valid metric on whether a story is good or not #and start actually watching and analyse them for what they are instead #(i also have so many thoughts on how this same attitude is prevalent in critrole fandom it’s not even funny) #(please stop it with the biphobia/erasure and the acephobia and the putting of romantic relationships above platonic ones im begging) #(please allow relationships to be more complicated than 'best friends to lovers' and 'married with kids forever') #anyway. I'm done talking now i need to make breakfast before i faint #nella talks #long post