but his eyes are so red

White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Drabble Series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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I JUST RE-WATCHED EPISODE 10 AND I WANNA HAVE A TALK ABOUT HOW STUPIDLY IN LOVE THESE TWO IDIOTS ARE

HOPE Y’ALL LIKE YELLING CAUSE I HAVE NO CHILL LEFT NONE ZERO ZILCH

OK SO

LET’S JUST GO THROUGH THIS CHRONOLOGICALLY STARTING FROM THE STAIRWELL, WHICH FRANK HAS BEEN HURTLING HIMSELF DOWN LITERALLY FIVE OR SIX STAIRS AT A TIME, RUNNING INTO THE WALLS, PANTING, COVERED IN SWEAT AND OH, ALSO

LOOK

AT

THOSE RED FUCKING EYES


NOW THAT MAY HAVE BEEN TEAR GAS THAT LEWIS USED UPSTAIRS THAT MIGHT BE A FACTOR EXCEPT FOR FRANK IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE, NOT BETTER

I MEAN SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THAT FACE

THAT FACE OF A MAN WHO HAS A GUN TO HIS SKULL AS A WAY OF CONVEYING HOW NOT HERE FOR BULLSHIT HE IS WHEN KAREN IS IN TROUBLE LITERALLY THAT’S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT TALKING TO DINAH IN AND OF ITSELF IS NOT THE ISSUE LIKE AT ALL

BUT IT DOESN’T STOP THERE NO THE MAN MAKES UP TIME BY JUMPING THE ENTIRE LENGTH OF A FIRE HOSE NUMBER OF STORIES A FALL WHICH AUDIBLY RIPS HIS ARM OUT OF ITS SOCKET, CLEARLY FUCKS THE FUCK OUT OF HIS LEG JUDGING BY THE LIMP HE ENDS UP WITH ONCE HE’S UPRIGHT AGAIN, OH AND THAT ARM IS USELESS AND JUST CHILLING FROM LIKE HERE ON OUT BUT 

YKNOW NO BIG AS LONG AS HE GETS TO KAREN RIGHT?

YEAH NO EVERYTHING’S FINE HERE, JUST FINE selfsacrificingidiotInLove

ANYWAY NEXT STEP IS BARGING INTO A ROOM WITH A MAN WITH A BOMB, STILL WORKING THAT LIMP LIKE ONE OF THE UN-ALIVE CAST OF THE WALKING DEAD (how’s that for ironic) BECAUSE WHO NEEDS TO ADDRESS THE FACT THAT YOU ARE BLEEDING FROM A BULLET WOUND TO THE TEMPLE, YOUR ENTIRE RIGHT SIDE IS JUST LIKE, GONE, OR ANY OF THAT WHEN YOUR GIRL NEEDS YOU

(YOUR GIRL WHO WAS DOING AN ADMIRABLE JOB OF HANDLING THIS BY THE WAY ALL THINGS CONSIDERED)

OH BUT HE KNOWS THAT HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO DO LOOK HOW SCARED HE IS BUT HOW FOCUSED KAREN PAGE IS GONNA GET THEM BOTH OUT OF THIS RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW BLESS THAT WOMAN 

SERIOUSLY LOOK AT HER SHE SHOOTS LEWIS AND L A U N C H E S HERSELF AWAY AND TOWARD FRANK WHO

I MIGHT ADD

SUDDENLY ENGAGES THAT COMPLETELY FUCKING USELESS RIGHT ARM

NO BIG

HE ONLY HAS IT COMPLETELY WRAPPED AROUND HER THAT’S NOT LIKE

A BIG ASS FUCKING DEAL CONSIDERING THE PAIN HE’S IN OR ANYTHING

AND THE BEST PART IS THAT THIS ALL GOES BOTH WAYS

ONCE LEWIS IS DEAD IT’S KAREN WHO MAKES SURE FRANK HAS AN OUT LOOK AT THIS, LOOK, YOU CAN SEE (or at least you can where I -tried- to get this screenshot) HIM LOOKING DOWN BECAUSE WHAT SHE HAS DONE IS IMMEDIATELY HELD OUT THAT GUN 

FRANK WAS PROBS LIKE: KAREN WTF AND KAREN WAS JUST LIKE: TAKE IT TAKE ME HOSTAGE THEY WON’T SHOOT YOU THROUGH ME

AND I’M SURE FRANK WAS LIKE N O BUT YOU KNOW KAREN WAS LIKE GOD FUCKING DAMN IT FRANK YOU KEEP SAVING MY LIFE AND IT IS MY TURN NOW YOU TAKE THIS GUN AND GET BEHIND ME RIGHT NOW

AND HE FUCKING DOES AND LOOK AT HOW SHE MOVES IN FRONT OF HIM

WHEN LEWIS WAS DRAGGING HER SHE WAS SCRAMBLING AND HAD HER KNEES BENT AND LIMP AS A TODDLER THROWING A FIT BUT WITH FRANK SHE NOT ONLY IS STANDING AS TALL AS SHE’S PHYSICALLY FUCKING CAPABLE OF STANDING BUT SHE IS ALSO HOLDING HER ARMS OUT TO COVER AS MUCH OF HIS BODY AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE

LIKE OH MY GOD SOMEONE GET THEM TO THE CHURCH HOUSE OK THEY’RE PERFECT GODDAMMIT P E R F E C T

anonymous asked:

imagine harry purposely attacking you with tickles and you accidentally knee him in his crotch... oops

He should’ve known better, but how could he stop when you looked SO cute, all red and breathless and giggly and squirming beneath him? Your pleas of “STOP STOP STOP” only egged him on more, and when he managed to coax a snort from you? Forget it.

But that’s how he ended up where he is now. Laying in a ball on your living room carpet, hands between his legs and his eyes squeezed shut. You’re hovering over him, one hand on his back and the other covering your mouth.

“Babe oh my god, are you okay? I didn’t mean to.”

He doesn’t open his eyes but he does manage a weak little chuckle. “S’okay, love. Brought it on myself didn’t I? Just don’t be upset when I’ll never be able impregnate you.”

You pout. “I didn’t kick you THAT hard.”

He laughs, blinking his eyes open. They’re red and tears prickle them, but he’s beaming. “No you didn’t, but still. Feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

You smile, putting your hands up in defense. “You could’ve stopped when I warned you!”

“Or I could’ve pinned you better.” He’s smirking, and he sits up slowly. “Something to note for next time innit?”

You roll your eyes. “No. No more next time, you jerk.”

“Beg to differ, love.” Before you know it, he’s grabbed you by your hips and flipped you over, getting right back into it.

You’re laughing your head off. “Harry NOOO.”

“Harry YES.” He grins down at you. “You thought I was going to let you get away with injuring me? Not a chance.”

Sandor Clegane Fanon
  • Huge cock. Huge.
  • Pre-Sansa, he goes to whores. Post-Sansa, he goes to whores, preferably whores with red hair and blue eyes; post-Sansa so much as kissing him, every other woman in the world might as well be dead.
  • He has no opinion whatsoever about babies, but getting her pregnant appeals to his male pride.
  • Once he’s fucked Sansa Stark, she becomes his wife before god and man, whether or not they ever say matrimonial vows out loud before a septon.
  • The mortality rate for men who scare Sansa Stark is 100 percent.

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tomatoe127  asked:

If Aizawa and Yamada had a love child, what would they look like?

This is Momoko! A beautiful watermelon. 

((Click for better quality. I also hate how cameras/scanners make marker look but I try))

     Momoko is the thicc hyper active, kind awkward, freckle covered non-binary girl who loves the colors pink and green and is obsessed with cats and music. 

     Taking part in an after school band as the singer and keyboardist, she leads an active lifestyle but can sometimes end up overstimulated on some days with her anxiety. Momoko has Mic’s eyes, with a tint of red, and Aizawa’s messy black hair which she dyes the ends of. A lot of her personality comes from Mic which can’t really be helped when her quirk takes after his mostly too. While she can pack a punch with her voice, the only real way she’s learned to be able to control it is if she’s singing. Practicing to a playlist so she always has songs in her head and is working on writing her own theme song for the heat of battle. However, her over protective father Aizawa makes sure she has plenty of skill sets under her belt besides her voice. Though she spends a lot of her time either training or daydreaming, she sometimes gets lectures about her grades. 

I spent all day and a good portion of last night drawing Momoko and I fell in love, thank you for this ask. Now I want to draw her more because she’s a blessing. 

allsortsofsmeg  asked:

Lister and Rimmer having a tif over who gets to be the big spoon when they cuddle. 😊

“It just makes the most sense, Listy,” Rimmer maintained with a barely-concealed grin. “After all, I’m taller than you!”

“But you’re always Big Spoon!” Lister whined.

“Well, I’m always taller!” Rimmer sniffed triumphantly. “So what’s the issue?”

Lister folded his arms and pouted petulantly. “Well, maybe I wanna get the chance to cuddle you for once in a blue smeggin’ moon!”

Rolling his eyes, Rimmer sighed his relent. “I’ll tell you what, mi’laddo,” he proposed, waggling a long finger confidently. “We’ll flip a metaphorical coin. If we’re attacked next by GELFs, then you get to be Big Spoon. If we’re attacked next by simulants, then it’s votres truly who gets to be Big Spoon. Deal?”

Rimmer struggled to hold back his weasel smile as the Scouser carefully mulled this over. There were certainly perks to be had when it came to looking after Navigation. Starbug had long since passed GELF country; there was no chance in Silicon Hell that Listy’s hairier spouse would put in an appearance any time soon.

Lister rubbed at the stubble of his chin with a trusted trio of forefingers and thumb. “What if it’s a rogue virus?”

“For smeg’s sake, don’t over-complicate it.”

“Okay,” Lister nodded with a smile. “Deal.”

Nine hours and one GELF battalion encounter later, Lister hummed his appreciations as he snuggled the sulking hologram in the stunted cradle of his body. “Comfortable there, Little Spoon?” he smirked.

“Oh, fork off,” Rimmer sighed grumpily. When making overly-confident navigational declarations, he really should have learnt by now to make sure he was looking at the right panel.

During the more boring gatherings Balor stays close to you. Usually resting his chin on the top of your head or shoulder, his arm lazily draped around you and the other clutches onto his wine. The smell and warmth of your skin could put him to sleep normally, but with other hungry eyes lurking around he had to at least be alert.

You had no problem playing the role of the queen that just wanted your king to yourself so you’d step away just to grasp the red sash that hung onto his hips and pulled onto it till the very end nearly slipped out of your fingers.

A firm tug made the king smile and follow you out. He could care less whom was watching the sultry interaction in fact, he hoped everyone saw it. He wanted everyone to know who you wanted the most, and as you lead him out of the party, he’d catch up to you just to lift you over his shoulder.

The sound of your laughter and his could be heard down the halls.

anonymous asked:

okok but was it just me or right before frank hoisted himself out of the elevator it looked like he wanted to cry???? like his eyes got super glossy and red.

IT WASN’T JUST YOU!! dude was tearing up and karen also. and I already was so.

don’t EVEN think for a second that he wasn’t wiping a few tears away as he was spiderman-ing out of that elevator shaft and ziplining across the roof. 

what makes me weak is that he didn’t want to leave Karen. she had to tell him to go on before he would and even then he hesitated.

and just watching that scene again - it’s amazing how they communicate with nods and gestures and even with barely two words exchanged it’s still so emotional and intense.

they kill me.

Markings

For many centuries people were born with marks on their bodies, not knowing who their soulmates were till they met them. Their mark slowly filling in with their soulmates eye color.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Hinata, you have two healthy boys.” The doctor gave the new borns to the nurses, smiling at the happy couple.

Two boys, twins. The same happy expression but still so different.

“It seems the redhead has a crown on his right inner thigh and the green haired boy has a crescent moon on his right shoulder.” The nurse covered the babies with a warm blanket. “Did you have a name for them yet?”

Mrs Hinata smiled at her husband as Mr Hinata took the red headed baby from the nurse.

“That little guy will be Shouyou.” Taking the green haired baby from the other nurse her smile got bigger. “And this one will be Izuku.”

____________________

With a surprised but amused expression, Mr and Mrs Todoroki looked at their newborn sons. One had jet black hair and the other had white and red hair. Mrs Todoroki covered her mouth laughing softly.

Picking up the babies, the new parents looked at each other, smiling.

“Shouto and Tobio” Mr Todoroki looked at them, letting the duo colored baby hold onto his finger. “Shouto, are you ready to go home?”

“I think Tobio is more than ready” Mrs Todoroki gently opened up Tobio’s palm, revealing a small sunflower. “Did you see Shouto’s mark yet, dear?”

“I did, it’s a crest on his chest, the nurse said it was quite an unusual mark, but that we shouldn’t worry about it.” Mr Todoroki smiled at his wife.

____________________

10 year olds Izuku and Shouyou stood in front of their mother and kindergartner teacher, their fingers entwined together, refusing to let go of eachother.

“But mommy! You promised that I could go to the same school as Izu!” Shouyou’s eyes were red from crying, his bottom lip wobbling as he tried to stop his tears from falling.

“It will be fine, Shou!” Izuku looked at his brother, showing a toothy grin.

Their mother sighed as she looked at them, ever since they were born they were inseparable, so to pull them apart now broke not only the twins heart but also hers.

“There’s nothing I can do, sweetheart. Mommy will promise you that I will pick you up with Izuku every day, ok?” Mrs Hinata looked up at Izuku’s teacher, smiling. “I’m sure Miss Shimizu will take really good care of Izuku, right?”

Shimizu crouched down, smiling at the twins.

“We’re going finger painting today, would you like it if Izuku made something for you? He could give it to you as a present.” Shimizu giggled as Shouyou’s eyes widened.

“If it’s from Izuku I will like it!” Shouyou turned his head to look at Izuku, nodded and then slowly let go of his brother’s hand.

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hangover eds
  • eddie turned eighteen and got really drunk on a party last night, for the first time. his boyfriend, richie, had to take care of him and now, they need to talk, because eddie has never done anything like that. what is he going to say?
  • as i promised, here’s a part two! the first one is called drunk eds. click and read, if you want. 

ps. if you have any requests about reddie, i’d love to write, most likely anything! so do tell, if u got any ideas for the next fanfic! also, there might be some grammar mistakes, again, sorry for that.


it was 9 am in the morning, when the smaller boy’s eyes slowly opened as he found himself… 


where was he?


eddie though, immediately sitting down, the blanket falling down the couch as it completely got on the floor, next to a red bucket that has been there, why, though? eddie thought, his eyes still blurry as he rubbed them, trying to focus. 

his eyes were like a camera, the one that you had to wait hours to focus on, and when he finally did, he noticed a dark curls next to his arm — they were richie’s. he was lying, right next to him, most likely sleeping. he had to fall asleep watching after him. what happened? what was richie doing here and…

 is this beverly’s house?


“good morning, eddie.”

 beverly said, approaching him as she smiled, trying to cheer him up a bit. 

(oh, he definitely looked even worse than yesterday, seemed like he didn’t remember, though?)

judging by the look on his face, as his thick eyebrows were shrugged and his eyes were looking at her, literally like crazy.

was he dreaming?


“do you remember? richie dragged you all the way over here, from the party. you were drunk as hell, eddie." 

she said, twisting small curl of hair with her finger as she sat down into her comfy armchair, that was on the left side of the room, you could say in the middle, since it wasn’t next to him, but neither right in front of him.


oh shit, he thought for real, now. 

richie had to drag him in here?

what happened? 

did he say something?

why was he wearing this? 

did he got his clothes dirty?

did richie see him naked?

what the fuck?

oh boy, he really wished he didn’t just wake up… is richie gonna want to talk about it? what if he did something, he doesn’t remember. why doesn’t he remember? this was so mind blowing.

"can i… use the bathroom?" 

he said, slowly, confused. was he confused? beverly explained it to him, kind of.  but she wasn’t the one that was with him, when he was drunk, right? what if he did something, that he shouldn’t?


what if he kissed another guy?

or even worse?


"yeah… sure." 

she said, raising her eyebrows at eddie, no longer smiling. eddie nodded, slowly getting up from the couch, trying so hard not to wake up his boyfriend, that was literally squeezed by eddie, before he got up. then, he rushed right into the bathroom, having a hard time controling his balance when standing up, but he didn’t fall. might seemed he was about to, but he didn’t.


he spent an hour in the bathroom, washing his face and thinking, sitting with his hand rested on his forehead as he was propped against the sink.
once he came out, he was expecting richie to probably wake up, too. and so he saw. richie was sitting in the armchair beverly sit in before, propped and resting his hand too, the same way. 

why did eddie feel like he was about to walk into a law court?  


he wished to just sneak out, but instead, he just went back to the living room, looking at richie. when richie saw him walk in, he stopped resting his head and looked up, standing from the armchair. 


eddie was just standing there, avoiding his boyfriend’s look. he probably wanted to explain, what even got into his mind when he suddendly decided to drink and leave him, making richie act like a mother to him, definitely a better one, but that wasn’t his position and job.


"how are you feeling?" 

richie started off, calmly.


eddie nodded, looking down, at the carpet. he couldn’t face richie. he was so embarrassed.


"what the fuck got into you last night, eds?" 

richie said, trying to keep his voice low, beverly didn’t have to hear this.

"you’re not my mom to ask me that, i’m eighteen, i can do what the fuck i want." 

eddie said, definitely not silently. unlikely to richie, at this point, he didn’t really care if someone heard them, in that moment.


"i’m not, but i’m your boyfriend.”

 richie said, stuttering a bit as he was trying to reason eddie.

“yeah, but that’s not a reason to yell at me." 


"i’m fucking sorry, eds. okay? i’m sorry that i care about you and am trying to look after you. i just fucking care. that’s it.”


eddie froze, his lips were no longer able to move and he could feel it. his mind was everywhere, he couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just stood there, avoiding richie’s eyes once again.


“did i say something i shouldn’t?" 

eddie broke the silence, looking at richie.


richie’s mouth closed, as he shook with his head from side to side.

no, you just whispered something and then fell asleep.“


"thank you." 

eddie’s stubborn head said after a while.

"for what?”


“for always taking care of me.”

hanzome-hasashi  asked:

92nd gen + eishi rindou eating korean spicy noodle? :D

ayeeeeee. Girls + Eishi and Rindou are under the cut.


Guys

Soma:

  • What the fuck. This is takeout food, what the fuck!
  • Starts coughing. He may have eaten Kuga’s dishes before but that doesn’t mean he’s immune now.
  • Someone help him, the man is dying over here.

Takumi:

  • He is not a spicy-food person.
  • Don’t do it.” They said but if Soma is doing it, he can too.
  • He was wrong. So so wrong.
  • His cheeks are red, his eyes are watery.

Ryou:

  • HE FUCKING EATS IT LIKE NOTHING.
  • Looks to see Soma and Takumi at his sight, all dying and stuff.
  • This isn’t spicy though. Man up.
  • Starts coughing and feels the itchiness in his throat. Now he’s complaining.

Hayama:

  • He’s not complaining.
  • But he isn’t fine either.
  • There’s been spicier.
  • He tries to make sure the spice doesn’t touch his lips or cheek though because ouch.

Isami:

  • Unlike all the others, he actually cares about his stomach and throat so he’s choosing not to eat it.
  • He chooses to be evil and gulps down bottles of water in front of Takumi.
  • Maybe I’ll get a pastry!
  • He’s laughing evilly.

Ibusaki:

  • You can’t exactly see a reaction on him.
  • He’s kind of just chewing slowly.
  • Takes Soma a MINUTE TO REALIZE HE WAS NEVER ACTUALLY EATING IT.
  • I don’t have time for this.

Marui:

  • KNOCKING THE PLATE OVER.
  • HIS TONGUE IS ON FIRE.
  • Wants to throw up but he’s trying here he swears.
  • This is more pain than spice.

Shoji:

  • He was the one who challenged everyone.
  • Does he regret it? Maybe just a little.
  • No, he’s lying, he regrets it.
  • His lips are swollen and he regrets so much.

Daigo:

  • He took it more like a man than Shoji did.
  • Still hurt A LOT.
  • His throat’s burning now but HE CAN’T SCRATCH.
  • There’s chili powder in my throat…

Mimasaka:

  • If anything, he fucking enjoyed it.
  • Straight out asked Marui if he wanted his.
  • Here, take it! Free me of this misery!
  • CONSIDERED IT SWEET???

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muavelemonade  asked:

Hey could you write a headcanon for sweet pea where the reader and him are being all lovey dovey in her bed and her 3 older brothers barge in? Please and thank you!

Of course!! I know you said headcanon but I thought this would be perfect as an imagine, so here ya go lovey.

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“Come on Sweets! Just stay for a little longer! My parents are out of town and my brothers are at football practice. Pleeeeeease!” You begged, tugging at your boyfriends red plaid shirt as he tried to get up and out of your bed,

“Why do always make it so hard for me to leave, Y/N?” Sweet Pea huffed,rolling his eyes playfully.

You shrugged your shoulders and pulled him back down onto your bed,”Five more minutes and then you go and be a bad boy.”

Sweet Pea looked at you with an arched eyebrow,”I’m always bad, baby.”

“Mhm, whatever you say, Sweet Pea. Cuddling isn’t very bad. Now is it?” You asked, your neck craned to the side so you were staring up at your boyfriend.

A sly smirk began to form on Sweet Pea’s lips, the same smirk that drove you crazy.

“I mean, it can lead to ‘bad’ things”

That damn smirk and his charm always get to you.

The small gap in between you two was closed when you crashed your lips onto Sweet Peas. He snaked his arm around your body, as his tongue dominated your tongue.

Within seconds, Sweet Pea was on top of you, leaving kisses all over your neck. Sometimes sucking lightly in a spot that drove you crazy.

“Hey Y/N! Did mom and dad leave money- WHAT THE- WHO ARE YOU?” Your oldest brother of the three had barged into your room, the other two hearing the commotion and running to your room as well.

Sweet Pea quickly got off of you and off your bed,”Uh..maybe I should go.” He muttered. He leaned over and kissed your head,”I’ll call you later.”

Sweet Pea made his way to your bedroom door, your brothers blocking the way until he just shrugged his shoulders and made his way to your bedroom window.

That’s when your brothers saw the Southside Serpent logo in his jacket.

“He’s a Serpent?!”

“You bet your ass I am.” Sweet Pea responded for you, before existing your room via window.


/// Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry to leave it with such a cliffhanger ending!

30-Day Challenge: Day 21

He hesitates, but only for a heartbeat. “So? She was obviously skilled… she could’ve found that information from a number of sources.”

“Only about eight are still breathing, Boy.” She said lowly, and Spy suddenly felt a rush of uncharacteristic anger. “Miss Hanes was with RED before she snuck into my base. Haven’t you asked him yet…” He paused, thoughts zeroing in on a certain masked individual from his homeland.

“I’m not blaming you, Spy. And you aren’t getting killed off, so quiet your desperate fingerpointing and listen closely.” The Old Woman leaned forward, eyes hard and dark.

“You almost let your secrets out. If you want to keep your life, I suggest you do your job right and don’t. Let. It. Happen. Again.”

The Administrator leaned back, raising a knowing brow, “Are we clear.”

“Yes.” Now he was cool, calm. He stood, making his way to the exit. “Oh, and boy?”

The BLU Spy paused, turning cooly to meet his boss, calmly catching his lighter as it was tossed back to him. The Administrator smiled, something dark and knowing. “Dianè and the brat, Règine… they still haunt you, don’t they?” When he didn’t answer, keeping that cool, calm composure, she chuckled, turning back to her smoke.

“How utterly pathetic.”

spacetabbi  asked:

what did y'all do?? >:0

Oh lots of things.  Most notably my Joker’s origin begins as a member of Haley’s Circus, hence his circus theme and skill at showmanship.  I also clarified his skill at knife-throwing by that literally being his act, as well as his make-up.

Let me clarify that make-up bit.  Wearing an eyes-only mask under heavy lights does not mean you don’t have to wear make-up on the upper half of your face.  in fact, most showmen put black around their eyes to make their eyes invisible under the lights, and likewise, the lower half of the face, particularly the mouth, would be sporting bright colors like reds so expressions and mouth movements are extra visible.

In a sense, I’ve made it so you have one more reason to hate Tony Zucco and the implication that his extortion scheme was not a one-time thing for the circus.

And yes, this means Joker, aka Jack Napier, knew young Dick Grayson and had, at the very least, met Jason Todd before his psychotic break

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Error Lance? Error Lance. Error Lance!!

Bonus:

Kisses to wake up the sleeping (er, malfunctioning?) AI Prince :’)

Man Up

by reddit user Pippinacious

When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.

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