Nananana I never know what to put in these so Baaatman ‘ v ‘. —- Heck, I reached another hundred. Why? I don’t know. Who would want to follow my inactive Toshiro screaming ass? But I am ever more thankful that you guys decided to push that little follow button. Might be a small gesture… But it’s a gesture that holds an affinity of gratitude. I’ve had Toshiro for nearly four years now ( It’ll make four years next month. Two of those years has been on this blog. ) and I am beyond amazed at the fact that he’s still here with me after everything. —- Still as strong as he was since the first time I picked him up and adopted him. And there’s no doubt in my mind that that is because of you guy’s constant interest, support, and encouragement.
The fact that so many of you love him, love my portrayal of him, is enough to keep me here and keep writing him as I see fit. Thank you so much for that motivation and inspiration. As you all know by now, this short grumpy nerd means the world to me. — And I just ( teary eyed and chokes ) Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. – Now if only I was able to be more active B’) Anyway. The nerds on this list are my current writing partners ( — And boy doggedly are they ever talented writers. ) My close friends and individuals whose made me happy whether it be because they either liked or commented on one of my posts, sent me nice messages, showed interest. E.t.c. I love you guys and, again, thank you for everything and for giving me the opportunity to be included in your everyday blogging.
i need domesticated cooking at three in the morning because neither party can sleep.
lazy afternoons on the couch; cuddled up together while one watches some tv show that they’ve become recently obsessed with and the other reading a book on something they enjoy, every so often looking over the rim of their glasses to see how the show has progressed and look up out of the corner of their eye to their partner with a fond loving smile.
early morning baking sessions. cupcakes, or sophisticated cakes. learning how to make fancy frosting, throwing flour at each other. one cracking an egg on their partners shoulder, which becomes an all out food war, but they manage to salvage enough to make a few of the original cakes.
late night love making. not sex, not fucking. just pure love between two people. sharing soft whispers and kind words, warm gazes. nothing crude about it but just pure love.
six in the morning walks in the snow because “wow new york looks beautiful right now” with the snow on the ground and covering essentially everything and the sun just poking through the white clouds to throw a few beams of magnificent colour through the skies.
i need domesticated coupley!things with no angst in sight.
Hey loves, this masterpost was partially requested and I’m so excited. I recommend to do your research before buying the dupe, some of the dupes are better than others. Some brands are repeated. Here is a dupe masterpost for MAC lipsticks. Here is a dupe masterpost for liquid lipsticks. Here is a spreadsheet of Coastal Scents eyeshadows to MAC eyeshadow dupes. Most of these dupes I found online so I do not take credit for any of those but some I researched myself. This is under read more because this list is very long. :) If you have any more dupes or questions, feel free to send them in.
Request: hello, can i please request a John imagine where you are a midwife and you deliver adas baby, and he just watches you in amazement cause of how controlled you are and stuff and he asks you about midwifery and stuff but he doesn’t really have a clue what he’s going on about, he just wants to talk to you. Thank you x
Midwife - John Shelby
“How long have you been a midwife?” John had been following you since you’d arrived at the Shelby household to care for Ada.
Finn had come to get you early this morning to tell you that Ada was having the baby. He had been wildly excited about a nephew for the first two hours but now hour ten was approaching and he had fallen asleep in the kitchen. John however, seemed to have more stamina, and much less responsibility, because he kept following you around the house and asking you questions. At first you didn’t mind, whenever you needed a blanket or water or a rag he was eager to volunteer his services. You weren’t naïve to his intentions, which were far from being a helpful older brother in his sister’s time of need.
“I’ve been a midwife for about nine years now. My mum is a midwife as well, and my nan was before that.” You explained. It was probably a great deal longer than nine years because your mother had been carting you around to watch ladies give birth since you were able to understand basic commands and assist her.
All villains get paired up by the
Dark Shadows World - “Match Made in Hell (MMIH)” Division. It’s always such a
challenge to find a suitable match for The Joker. Good thing you’re still
“What about her?” one of the entities
points out and the others attending the meeting are fast to disagree.
“No way, he’ll kill her in a week!”
“She’s not strong enough to keep up
with him!” another one vociferates.
“He’ll eat her for breakfast and
burry the leftovers,” the leader concludes and the contendent is dismissed.
“Oh, what about that one?” someone
points out towards the woman and nobody’s happy with the new choice.
“Are you kidding me?! She’s such a
wimp; no way she can handle The Clown Prince of Crime!”
“Wouldn’t last two days,” another
committee member complains.
“Bad choice!” more and more object.
“I’m so sick of this, we have the
hardest time finding him a girlfriend,” the youngest entity sighs and suddenly
you are seen on the board.
“What about Y/N?”
“Didn’t we try before and it didn’t
work?” one recalls, intrigued.
“Yeah, but it’s been a while. I
always thought they should have stayed together, they can handle each other.
How did they break up?”
“Something about him being selfish
and her not paying attention to him,” the boss remembers.
“That’s it?! We can fix this, I see
she has no match yet either. We’re running out of options so I think we should
make it happen again and go with the flow. No better choice. Y/N is in the same building with The Joker as we speak and we’ll have to force things a bit but it could work. All
in favor, raise your hands. Oh, right, we don’t have any.”
Just a bunch of shapeless Dark Shadows.
“Yes, yes, might as well, it’s
frustrating to keep on meeting about this problem.”
“Agree, I’m sick of it myself. Let’s
do it!” the youngest entity impatiently speaks.
“They are so close to one another, we
need to act NOW.”
“Proceed,” the leader gives its
You and The Joker almost - kind of-
sort of –nearly…well … definitely had a thing going about a
year ago. You are actually thinking about that at the present moment as you
crawl through the vents of “Diamond Emporium” store so you can get to the
Mister J is there on a heist with his
men and you have no clue about each other’s presence…yet.
MMIH Division is taking care of it.
You suddenly hear the cracking sounds
under you and before you can move another inch the ceiling gives out and you
land right in front of your ex, almost killing Panda in the process.
“I’ll be damned, Frost, a fallen angel !
Is it Christmas already?” J grins, instantly recognizing you. “What are you
doing here, Doll?”
You gather yourself from the floor,
dusting debris off your clothes, grateful you didn’t break anything.
“Same thing as you, J: making sure
the air ducts are clean.”
“Ha!” he snorts, signaling his guys
to spread around so they can collect as many items as possible.
“Sir, the seif is over there,” Frost
announces and you turn around to look.
“Want me to open it for you?” you
offer, this way you can get a few things as payment instead of The Joker
getting everything. You know how he operates: too bad he had the same wretched idea of robbing the place in the same
time with you.
J debates and decides after a few
“Are you as fast as you used to be?”
“Faster,” you smile, fixing your
“OK then, go for it,” your former
boyfriend pouts, watching you head over the seif. A very sparkly necklace gets
your attention so you break the small glass case and get it out, tossing it to
the ground after analyzing it.
“Too shiny,” you answer J’s soundless
question when he looks your way with an intrigued expression on his face.
“Too shiny?!” he repeats. “Since when
a woman complains about diamonds being too shiny?! Never heard of it before,”
he grinds his teeth, puzzled.
You just lift your shoulders up, you
don’t need to explain your taste in sparkly stones – he should know that by
Jonny is waiting by the seif and you
just have to say it:
“My, my, Frost, you always look so
sharp in your perfect tailored suits. I love men that dress fancy for every occasion.”
Frost straightens his back, pleased
at your compliment:
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“Oh, please, don’t let me interrupt
your flirting,” The Joker shouts. “Can we finish this faster? We need to move
Ahhhh, he’s getting annoyed, one of
his “qualities” you like so much.
You start your work and J is messing
around with his cane. He doesn’t want to bring it up but when does he ever know
how to control himself?
“What’s wrong with my outfit, hmm?”
“Huh?” you stop what you’re doing so
you can hear him.
“What’s wrong with my outfit? Since
…ummm…apparently you like guys in suits. I wasn’t aware.”
You stare at his attire: no shirt
- just the purple coat, Batsy shorts and
boots. About 4 heavy gold chains around his neck, a handful of bracelets on his
wrists and a bunch of rings on his fingers.
“Nothing, it looks…good,” you smirk,
getting back to your stuff and…done.
“My God, you are faster!” The Joker exclaims, forgetting he was irritated about
your earlier statement.
“I just want a few things; you know
me: I’m not greedy.”
“Go ahead,” he agrees as you open the
“I want this one…and this one…” you
pick what strikes your fancy, excited at the excellent quality.
“What is this?” he frowns, pulling
out a chocolate bar from a small drawer inside the seif.
“Weird, why would you keep chocolate
with diamonds?” you inquire, surprised.
“Maybe one of those sentimental
souvenirs for someone working here?” J tries to guess, disgusted at the
“How dumb, you think so?”
“Maybe,” he glares at the bar, scoffing.
“Is it expired?” you bite your cheek,
in mood for sweets.
“Nope, still good.”
“Can I have it?” you reach your hand
and he gives it to you.
“Suit yourself, Doll.”
“I think that’s all I want. I’m
done,” and you rip the plastic foil, beginning to munch on the chocolate.
The Joker’s henchmen stashed a lot of
diamonds in bags and you linger around for a bit.
“I heard you have a kid,” J sniffles,
puckering his lips.
“Yes, I’m taking care of my niece. My
sister died last year, shortly after we…e-hem…went our separate ways,” you
bring him up to date since he’s gazing at you with those hypnotizing blue eyes,
expecting a briefing.
“She died?” he replies, not really
giving a crap and you are aware of it.
“Car accident,” you mumble and your
eyes get teary, saddened at the memory.
That’s the best he can say for “I’m
Sorry” in Joker language. Thank goodness you speak that language.
“It does…” you whimper, trying to
keep it together.
“We finished, sir!” Frost announces
and you are glad for the interruption.
“I’m going then,” you back out,
holding tight to your backpack.
“I might need you again, Y/N. Your
skills have improved even more. I have a heist in 2 days, 3 seifs inside Gotham
“Yes, of course,” you mumble, wanting
to hurry up and run before the cops show up.
“Want me to pick you up?” J offers.
“Sure, I’ll text you the address.”
“You don’t have my new phone number,”
he yells before you disappear behind the stairs.
“I’m an excellent hacker, I’ll figure
it out!” you scream back before sneaking through the gap in the wall J’s
henchmen opened for themselves to get in.
You managed to get J’s phone number
and text him your address ; it was a piece of cake. Yummm, cake…you love sweets. Anyway…
He came to pick you up for the
robbery, wearing… a suit. Dark green. Looks ravishing on him, not that you pay
attention to such details.
You are going to take a shower and
get ready. In the meantime, he’s left alone in the living room with Mikah, your
She’s 7, going on 40.
strongest ally and she’s not even aware.
“I know who you are, I saw you on
TV,” the girl inspects J, curious to hear him speak.
“Did you now?”
“Yes, plus Auntie D has pictures of
you on her cell.”
“You don’t say!” J grins, suddenly more interested in the conversation.
“Are you a bad man, mister?” Mikah
wants to know right from the source.
“Yeah,” the short answer confirms it.
“Can I sit in your lap?”
“NO!” J growls, hoping you’re coming
“My aunt says she has the biggest
crush on you,” the kid reports, not understanding why.
“Does she now?”
“U-hum, she talks about you quite a
lot.” The little girl tightens her pony tails. “Hey, mister, are you single?”
“Supposedly,” he rolls his eyes,
wishing she would shut up.
“Auntie D too. You should take her on a date.”
This feels like an interrogation: The
Joker is the one that likes to ask questions, not the other way around.
Mikah just ignores his earlier reply
and places herself in his lap. J doesn’t know how to react. She touches his
face and he tils his head backwards because surely doesn’t like to be touched
“Are you shy?” she bounces her legs,
“No, kid, I’m not.”
“Why do you have tattoos on your
“Because I wanted them there, that’s
“Auntie D says you are very handsome.
I guess you are…in a strange way. Why do you look different? Auntie says we
shouldn’t judge people for being different.”
Why can’t she quit talking?! J thinks. Is there a
turn off button somewhere?
“Do you dye your hair?” she caresses
the green locks, smitten with the wild color.
“No, it grows like this.”
“I think that’s cool. What happened
to your teeth? Why are they silver?”
“Do you ever shut up?!” your ex
snaps, fed up with the questionnaire.
“No, only when I sleep, ” your niece
innocently blurs out. Mikah notices the numerous tattoos under the almost
unbuttoned shirt. “Untie D loves guys with tattoos. She told me once you are a
stud and then she covered my ears, but I heard it. I asked what it means
because you don’t look like a horse in pictures. Auntie said to forget about
it, it’s not for children.”
J snorts, finally amused.
“Did Y/N say that?”
“U-hum,” she nods. “Why do you have a
cane? It doesn’t look like you’re limping.”
“So I can spank people that don’t
behave,” J winks, entertained.
“Are you gonna spank Auntie D with
“Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!” he laughs. “Maybe, if she doesn’t behave.”
Interesting kid, he never had a
dialogue with one before.
“Do you have children mister?”
The Joker lifts his shoulders up, not
replying. Mikah continues her tirade:
“Auntie D says you’re the Daddy type.
So how come you don’t have any kids yet?”
J is getting quite immersed in this
crazy spiral consisting of the little girl spitting out things he shouldn’t
“You should have a baby with Auntie D,
I would loveeee a sibling,” she continues yammering and J wants to cover her
He finally has to seek for an answer
to the burning question:
“Why do you call her Auntie D? Her
name doesn’t start with a D.”
Mikah places her index finger on her
lips, getting secretive.
“It’s girl stuff, I can’t tell you if
you’re not part of the girl club.”
“I can be,” The Joker grins, hoping
to trick Mikah into telling him.
“You’re a boy, can’t be part of our
“Ohhh, that’s too bad, little Doll.
But if you tell me, I’ll take your aunt on a date.”
“Oh my God, for reals?!”
“A-ha,” The Clown Prince of Crime is fast to utter.
She gets close to his ear,
“My auntie’s bra size is a D-cup, that’s why I call her Auntie D.”
The Joker doesn’t remember hearing anything
funnier than this for the past few months. He snickers, closing his eyes and Mikah
giggles, happy the bad man is laughing at something she said.
“I’m ready,” you finally step in the
living room, gathering your wet hair in a messy bun. You are intrigued seeing
your little niece in J’s lap, both laughing, accomplices on a secret for sure;
you can tell.
Before you can express your curiosity
regarding the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, J gets up, leaving the kid
on the chair he sat and cracks his neck, approaching.
“Change of plans, Princess, we’re
going on a date. Go put something nice on.”
“We’re going on a what?!” you crinkle
your nose, watching Mikah’s mouth opening in amazement - she seems delighted.
“Hurry up, I don’t have all night,”
he pushes you back towards the bedroom.
“I don’t want to go on a date with you,”
you protest, displeased and baffled.
“Shut up, woman, don’t talk back to
me! Be grateful you have the honor of having a date with The King of Gotham,”
he snarls, shoving you in the bedroom and closing the door behind him. “And
hurry up…Auntie D!!!!” and you hear him laugh as he distances himself from the
What the hell is going on? You debate, perplexed about tonight’s twist, digging in your
closet for a dress. But you have to admit you don’t really hate the present
situation. After all, you still have the
biggest crush on your ex, too bad he
Match Made in Hell Division is
absolutely, utterly and indisputably more than happy to close two difficult
cases in the same time: The Joker and Y/N aka Auntie D.
You took enough of their precious
time, even if they have an eternity to their disposal.
Plus, J is the first male villain to be part
of a girls’ club, another legendary skill he will forever be praised for in The
I know its not technically a bakery, but its close enough, right?
-With Amajiki’s quirk, it’s almost required that he like food. He’s always willing to try new foods, but especially ones that could prove useful in his hero work
-His boyfriends, Kirishima and Kaminari love nothing more than finding new stuff for him to try/taking him out to eat his favorite foods
-This leads to the question of what his favorite sweet is
-Except, he doesn’t actually have one. Sweets aren’t really useful for his quirk so he doesn’t focus on them as much
- “But you do like them, right?” “Yes… I just haven’t tried a lot so I don’t have a favorite.”
-This leads to Kirishima and Kaminari vowing to make one of every recipe they can find for him. Eventually they are talked down from every sweet under the sun to just cupcakes. This is still a ridiculous amount of baked goods
-Kirishima doesn’t really do things in half measures, so he tries to go all out. He wants fillings and fancy homemade frosting.
-Kaminari insists on the strangest combinations of things that somehow work, strawberry lime, chocolate curry, to name a few
-Although some cupcakes are actually successful, many are not. The first batch is burned and the boys unanimously decide that fillings are yummy but more difficult than hero training
-These boys are physically incapable of being in the kitchen without making a mess. There is flour everywhere. At one point Denki has so much of it in his hair you can’t make out the lightning bolt
-Kaminari apparently has never used an electric mixer before, so he turns it up way too high and way too fast. Suffice to say there is a small explosion of frosting
-Some of the flying frosting ends up on Amajiki’s cheek. Denki semi jokingly suggests licking it off and Tamaki debates hiding in his hoodie but decides he doesn’t want to get anymore frosting on it
-Denki actually does lick it off when Kiri looks away to double check the recipe. When Kiri looks back Amajiki is covering his face with his hands and blushing all the way to the tips of his ears. Denki is grinning and chuckling to himself
-It doesn’t take Kiri long to figure out what happened. “Hey, I want some frosting, too,” he says as he smears some lemon frosting on Denki’s lips before kissing it off. Now he has two blushing boyfriends
-In the end they have a ridiculously messy kitchen and a literal army of cupcakes. There is no possible way they could finish even half of them, so they end up sharing with the rest of the class. Kiri and Amajiki even take some with them to Fatgum the next time they have to go in for the internship
-”So which one’s your favorite?” Kiri asks. “I think, maybe this one,” Tamaki says, holding a caramel cupcake. “But something’s missing…..” He searches through the cupboards before grabbing a pinch of sea salt and sprinkling it over the caramel flavored frosting and takes a bite. “Perfect”
Storyline: You are a young student, respected and admired by your family members. One night, you attend your father’s banquet for his business, when the gangster king himself catches you snooping around in places where you don’t belong.
Warning; lust and violence
You were both panting as you heard a
knock on the bedroom door. “Frosty! Do come in!’’ Mister J shouted and put a shirt
on as he turned his head back to you. ‘’Get dressed, breakfast is in the
kitchen.’’ Then he pulled out his gun and grinned. ‘’We’re going
You giggled loudly and rolled out of bed, skipping around his room,
looking for something nice to wear. Mister J strolled down the hall with his
gun in his hand, his eyes shut in contentment. A smug smirk appeared on his
face as he imagined what it would be like to fuck you when you were such a submissive
and obedient little girl.
Meanwhile, you had found some piece of clothing that fit you perfectly
and hurried down the hall, after Mister J who had just disappeared around a
corner. The sound of your heels clicking was the only audible sound for miles.
When you had made it halfway down the hall, you slowed down and tilted your
head, like a curious bird.
In front of you and around you were the most luscious paintings you had
ever seen. Colors were swirling on portraits and a light smile spread across
your face. The echo of a familiar maniacal laugh shook you out of your state of
mind and you bit your lower lip, and walked into the kitchen where J and Frosty
sat and laughed.
You couldn’t help but laugh at those to idiots. The sound of your soft
laughter made both of their heads turn in your direction. Frost’s face turned
to its usual stone cold i-have-no-feelings expression as he weakly attempted to
throw a smile in your direction.
Mister J on the other hand grinned widely, all of his silver teeth glaring
your way. He opened his arms and licked the side of his mouth. ‘’Y/N! Baby’’ he
exclaimed as he started walking towards you. Then his eyes drifted from those
eyes that had him captivated since the first time he looked into them and down
to your body. His jaw clenched and he let his mouth fall slightly open as his
eyes drifted back up to meet yours. ‘’My, my… you look to die for’’ he purred as he closed the space between you and
nuzzled his nose into yours.
‘’Now, let’s get you something to eat’’ he clapped his hands loudly,
making you jump and squeal. You raised your eyebrows and nodded your head
vigorously. Frost looked at you and seemed to force himself to lighten up and
relax more as he had come to realize that you were gonna be staying a while.
Also, he had never seen the boss so infatuated with a girl before.
For as long as he had been working for The Joker, he had never seen him
show any interests for relationships. All he cared about was gasoline,
gunpowder and squealers. Of course, there was the occasional stripper he would
bring home for a quick fuck and drop but it never meant anything. It was his
way of releasing some steam. But this, this
was something completely other than it. At times, it even seemed like he
treated her with respect.
You sat down next to Frosty and devoured the bowl of sugar cereal in
front of you as he awkwardly started to ask you questions like; what do you do
in your spare time? Etc. You couldn’t contain the little giggle that played on
your lips and you gently rested your hand on his muscular upper arm.
‘’Frooosty.. let’s not be so formal. Come on, talk to me! And not about school
or my plans for the future or my home situation, I mean really talk to me.
Frosty’s expression displayed the level of stress playing on his face.
His eyes glanced down at your hand and then frantically around the room, as if
he was scared that Mister J would suddenly walk in and see his little baby girl
touching someone else than her daddy.
Eventually, he seemed to loosen up and very slowly began opening up to
you. It turned out; you actually had a lot of things in common. About twenty
minutes later, Mister J came strolling in with his cane and raised his eyebrows
skeptically as his eyes landed on you and Frost clutching your chests while
‘’Well, well, well, someone is having a lot of fun without me’’ he
purred and massaged the back of Frost’s ears as he laughed his famous laugh and
looked over at you. ‘’Now, my little killer… we’re gonna have some fun’’ he
purred and stroked your cheek with his cane. You blushed weakly and started
playing with your silver spoon.
‘’Frost!’’ he shouted, making Frosty jump slightly in his chair.
‘’Boss.’’ ‘’Bring the car around. We’re going for a drive’’ he grinned and
grabbed you by the arm. You slightly winced at his rough touched but quickly
halted after him. Perhaps afraid that you would try to escape, his grip on your
arm never loosened until he had gotten you into his car.
Mistah J hit the gas and raced down the silent streets with you by his
side. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been outside and your eyes
were wide and excited, taking in every bit of nature, every building and every
person they could capture before they disappeared. ‘’Daddy?’’ you spoke softly
and looked over at Mistah J, who’s eyes were on the road ahead. When he heard
you use his favorite pet-name for him without him asking you to, he growled and
rolled his head in your direction with a smug grin playing on his devious face.
‘’Mm- such a good little girl’’ he purred and stroked your knee with his
ringed fingers. ‘’What is it baby?’’ You swallowed and clicked your tongue
quietly. ‘’Uhm.. where exactly are we going? And-uh what are you gonna do?’’
you asked carefully, afraid to seem disrespectful. The Joker was a ticking time
bomb. You never knew what could trigger his darkest side to rise.
Mistah J looked back at the road and smirked. ‘’Well that’s a surprise
kitten! And if I told it to ya it would be completely ruined, and we wouldn’t
want that now would we?’’ he said in a baby voice. You giggled and pushed a
strand of hair behind your ear. When the ring on one of his fingers grazed a
sensitive part of your kneecap, you jumped slightly and squealed. ‘’Mister J, that tickles’’ you giggled as you put your
hand over his.
Surprisingly, Mistah J grabbed your hand and held it for a minute,
instead of letting his own creep up your inner thigh. ‘’God, you’re so cute!’’
he laughed and pulled over. ‘’Since you’ve been such a good girl to me, daddy’s
gonna take you shopping, how’s that?’’ he grinned
Little sparks of electricity bolted in your chest as you grinned and
clapped your hands. ‘’Really!? Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you you
singsonged and kissed his lips excitedly. Just when you were about to pull away
from the peck you had placed on his lips, he growled and grabbed your face,
pulling you back into a rough kiss. His tongue grazed your bottom lip as he
moaned into your mouth.
Roughly, he pulled away with widened eyes as he looked at you. ‘’If you
continue being such a cutie patootie, we’re not gonna make out of this car’’ he
laughed and stroked your hair. Joker got out of the car and walked around to
open the door for you. Gee, who would
think he was such a gentleman? He placed a protective grip around your
waist as he walked into a jewelry store. Apparently, he knew the owners because
when the man behind the counter laid eyes on the two of you, his eyes
immediately filled with fright and a nervous smile erupted from his shaking
‘’Mister Joker!’’ he exclaimed and opened his arms welcomingly. ‘’What
can I do for you today?’’ Mister J chuckled at the obvious fear laced in the
voice of the middle-aged man. ‘’You see this little beauty here?’’ he looked
down at you and you blushed, looking down at the floor. The man swallowed hard,
feeling uneasy as to how to reply. He didn’t want to offend the Joker by not
complimenting her beauty which she so gravely possessed. On the other hand,
complimenting what belonged to him might strike a chord within him and result
in himself ending up with a golden bullet between his thick eyebrows.
A warm line of sweat ran down the man’s forehead as he cleared his
throat. ‘’Uhm- y-yes mister joker, absolutely’’ he gently smiled whilst chewing
nervously on the insides of his cheeks. Mister J seemed fairly pleased with you
shivering man’s answer and let his stern exterior fall into a smile as he
stroked your back.
‘’I need something pretty and shiny around her neck to match those
beautiful little orbs she has.’’ You looked up at the man with pouty lips and
batting eyelashes. ‘’Of c-course Mister Joker, I know just the thing’’
The man wobbly walked over to one of his glass desks and pulled out a
beautiful black box. You couldn’t help yourself but to lean over and sneak a peek
but Mistah J was quick to pull you back and playfully scold you. The man
clumsily wrapped the box in another box, which was laced with gold and
sparkled. He made his way over to an old computer and typed some information in
before he nervously handed Mister J the box and offered him a pathetic and
‘’Always a pleasure doing business with you Mister Figs’’ Mister J
grinned satisfactory as he grabbed the golden box and turned on his heel,
walking back out to the car with you still tight in his grip. ‘’Now, I’m gonna
take you somewhere really special’’ he murmured as he placed little kisses on
your cheek. You smiled widely up at your daddy and got in the car. ‘’Lemme
guess, it’s a secret’’ you whispered
and put your index finger over your pink lips and made a hush sound. Mister J
snickered licked his lips. ‘’That’s right kitten’’
A couple of minutes later, you pulled up outside of what looked like a
really fancy club. Frost suddenly emerged from the main door and opened the car
door for you. You felt a little jolt of happiness spread across your body and
you wrapped your arms around his neck in a friendly hug. ‘’FROSTY!’’ ‘’Ah-ah-ah’’ a low voice came from behind you.
Mistah J was shaking his finger at you playfully but had a not-so
playful look on his face. You looked down innocently and gently pulled away
from Frosty. He simply nodded at his boss and made his way inside you. You
followed him but stopped dead in your tracks and a rough grip on your shoulder
pulled you back and up against the brick wall.
‘’M-mistah J?’’ you stuttered as you looked into his mad eyes. Mistah J
squeezed your shoulders harder making you wince in pain as he inched closer to
you. ‘’Let’s make one thing clear, dollface. You never touch anyone else but
your daddy unless daddy tells you to. You belong to me. Only me. Now, if you keep acting like such a bad little girl, daddy
has to take you upstairs to his private room and spank your ass raw’’ he
growled, his lips grazing yours occasionally.
You swallowed hard and nodded your head. ‘’Y-yes daddy, of course’’ you
muttered and smiled at him. Mistah J released the grip he had on your shoulders
and let his hands drift down to your ass as he pulled you into a heated and wet
kiss. ‘’That’s my girl’’ he growled and groped your ass, making your pussy
tingly slightly. You moaned sweetly into his mouth and he pulled away from your
lips slowly, as if it was agonizing for him to force himself from pulling your
little skirt down to your ankles.
‘’You wanna try on the gift Mistah J bought you?’’ he spoke in your ear
as he played with your hair. You smiled and inhaled his toxic cologne. ‘’Yes,
please’’ you giggled and waited, your back glued to the wall as he walked back
to the car and pulled out the little golden box. Your eyes were wild and
darting back and forth between his eyes and your little present.
‘’Open it.’’ You slowly leaned forward, opened the box, and then
proceeded to open the little black box that was inside of it. Once you opened
it, your eyes widened and you gasped at the sight before you. It was the most
beautiful golden necklace you had ever seen. Every detail was laced with gold
and diamonds and in the middle was a blue diamond that sparkled so beautifully
that it almost blinded you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it and felt tears forming
in your own blue orbs.
‘’Mistah J, it’s so beautiful’’ you spoke breathlessly and looked at him
who had his eyes glued to you in anticipation. ‘’Thank you, thank you, thank
you!’’ you squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck. He purred into your
ear kissed the back of your ear. Then he grabbed the necklace and slid behind
you. You grabbed the locks of your hair and held it up, allowing him to wrap
the necklace around your neck. When he was finished, he placed a gentle kiss on
the skin of your bare neck. ‘’They’re waiting.’’ You looked up with furrowed
brows but didn’t question him as he pulled you inside. When the doors opened, a
heavy bass danced inside of your ears and you felt shivers run down your spine.
Again, your eyes widened along with your mouth as you took in the sight before
Strippers were dancing on golden poles with masks on, furniture was
either purple or gold, and every single person in the club looked like they
belonged in a movie. Mistah j placed his hand on your waist as you kept walking
down the stairs. ‘’See all those people looking at you?’’ he murmured in your
ear as his eyes searched the room. ‘’They’re probably looking because I’m with
you.’’Mistah J playfully squeezed your waist and chuckled in your ear. ‘’Noooo,
they’re looking at you because you are drop dead fucking gorgeous.’’ You blushed yet again and looked in his eyes. ‘’You
think?’’ Your voice was soft.
Mistah J breathed heavily and furrowed his brows. ‘’Oooh yeah, you’re
the most beautiful little creature I have every laid eyes on.’’ The blush in
your cheeks had now grown a dark red as your breath increased. ‘’You’re
handsome too daddy’’ you said and placed the palm of your hand the naked skin
of his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. The Joker could feel his heart
skip a beat at the little girl’s compliment. She had never told him that
before, and despite being a cold-hearted killer, he always appreciated, like
any man, a compliment from a beautiful young lady.
However, when his eyes drifted back up to the crowd, something must have
caught his eye because his demeanor changed in a matter of seconds and he
stiffened. Sensing his reaction, you looked out to see what he was looking at.
Without speaking a word, Mistah j pulled you with him, over to a group of his
henchmen and some men you had never seen before. ‘’Take care of her’’ he whispered
into the ear of one of his henchmen. Then he walked forward into the mass of
men in suits and greeted them all with a grin. The puddle of men chuckled and disappeared
into a dark room. You looked curiously at the henchman who was sternly looked
at you with his blank expression, uncertain how to treat you.
‘’I wanna dance!’’ you exclaimed and tugged on his suit. ‘’I do not
think that’s such a good idea miss.’’ His voice was monotone and boring. You
pouted your lips and scolded him. Sighing dramatically, you surrendered and
looked into his dark eyes. ‘’Fine,
what are we gonna do then?’’ you asked and clicked your heels on the marble
The henchman looked annoyed as he looked around the room, trying to come
up with an answer. ‘’Why don’t you just look around, sweetheart. I’ll keep an
eye on you’’ he spat and looked back up at the dancing crowds. You scolded him
and turned dramatically on your heel as you disappeared into the crowded mass
of sweaty people.
If he was going to be such a fucking asshole, you might as well make him
work for it. ‘’I’ll keep an eye on you’’ Yeah,
we’ll see about that… You ducked behind a few people and began dancing.
Quickly you had disappeared between the sticky bodies and were swinging your
hips with the beat. The henchman, which had by this point lost sight of you,
sighed loudly and rushed to the crowd to find you before the boss put his head
on a stick.
You kept your eyes fixated on him, making sure he didn’t find you. You
couldn’t help but laugh as you saw his frustrated eyes dart back and forth
through the crows, frantically searching for his boss’s pet. Little drops of
sweat were beginning to form on your forehead and you noticed how hot it was.
When your eyes drifted back up, they met with dark and angry ones and you saw
the henchman start to push his way through enthusiastic and horny dancers.
You squealed slightly and sneaked behind a few people and that’s when
you saw a back exit. An escape route and
fresh air. Without thinking of the consequences, you slipped out through
the door. You caught your breath and sighed at the delicious and cold Gotham
air hitting your sweaty body. You placed your tanned fingers on your necklace
and gently caressed it, smiling to yourself. ‘’Now, now, that’s a pretty
necklace ya got there!’’ a rough voice spoke in front of you. Terrified, you
turned on your heels to run back to the door you came out from but stopped dead
in your tracks when another man was standing with a gun aimed towards you,
blocking the door.
You gasped loudly and turned around to face the first man again. ‘’I –don’t
have any money’’ you stuttered and choked back tears. The disgusting pig placed
his dirty hands on your shoulders and you instinctively pulled away in
repulsion. ‘’Why don’t you look like a million bucks’’ he chuckled and looked
you up and down. You gulped and looked away. ‘’What do you think Fred?’’ he
shouted towards his leather jacket friend. ‘’Fred? Really?’’ you chuckled, suddenly feeling a surprisingly large
amount of confidence erupt inside you.
‘’Shut your filthy mouth slut!’’ Fred shouted and detached his back from
the steal door and started walking towards you. A very strange feeling started
spreading throughout your body and every strain of fear was instantly washed away.
You felt a certain, familiar presence in your loins and sighed, smiling. The
two men looked dumbfounded at you as you began laughing hysterically. ‘’What
the hell is the matter with you?’’ the one without a name shouted, frustrated.
You just kept cackling as the steel door was kicked open behind you, revealing
a very very angry Mistah J. ‘’You’re so screwed. ‘’
Bands: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, The Used, MSI, AFP
Pairings: Gerard/Frank, Pete/Patrick
Warnings: Reference to past suicidal thoughts and a mild eating disorder
Twelve bakers. Ten weeks. Countless cakes, bakes, and heartbreaks. Will Patrick win star baker? Will Gerard ever learn that cakes are more about flavour than fancy frosting? How did Bob literally set himself on fire? What will Frank do with non-vegan ingredients? Will Pete ever manage to tell Patrick how he feels? Tune in for this season of The Great Bandom Bake-off for answers to all of these questions and more!
Featuring Mel and Sue, this fic contains 100% of your RDA of baking education and trace amounts of puns.
Yesterday’s Survive or Die Alert proved what teamwork can do, regardless of player rank. Despite the rest of my squad being relatively new players, we survived the 20 waves of Infested Defense with bullets, ice, blades, lightning, and stealthy reviving! And had a great time to boot!
I drew this comic to honor that moment, and to remind the player base that Warframe rewards Cooperation.
I joined a public squad during the Alert first as Saryn Aran and met the Excalibur and a Frost Prime (the host). Shortly afterward, the Frost Prime disconnected, leaving just me and the Excalibur to defend the pod. A wave or so later, a Mag and a Volt (rank 9, oh dear!) join in. Though they were running with mostly starter equipment, they put in a good effort. However, the copious amounts of Toxin damage became too much, Saryn Aran ran out of revives, and the mission was a failure.
Eager to try again, I switched to Calamity Jane (Shooting Gallery to stun, Peacemaker to clear the area), the Mag player switched to Loki, and the Volt player switched to Mag (perhaps it was his/her only rank 30 ‘frame). The squad made it through 10 waves this time around, but again the Toxin damage took its toll and the Infested mobbed the pod while everyone was downed.
It would’ve been easy to just quit then, but this squad of new-ish players was so determined to succeed that it felt unkind to give up on them. This time, against the general consensus for Infested defense missions, I ran with Commander Snowball. Slowing down the Infested seemed like a good idea, since it made them easier to hit and harder for them to hit us.
Ice proved its usefulness by slowing the mobs down to get chopped up. Excalibur tore through swarms, Mag gunned them down, and Loki stealthily revived fallen players. The pod went untouched for about 15 waves…then the Parasitic Eximus came in full force.
Somehow I managed to scrape together enough energy between waves to keep up the Ice Waves and Avalanches and occasionally re-raise the Snow Globe. The Excalibur ran out of revives during the last few waves (none of them had encountered enemies over L30 before so it wasn’t pretty), but Loki and Mag managed to hold on. It was somewhere during the last two waves that I got swarmed and fell, but somehow Loki had enough energy to turn invisible and revive me before it got to looking like the second run all over again. That revive saved the mission, as it meant I came back with enough energy to Avalanche the Infested surrounding the pod and cast Snow Globe to shove out the ones that didn’t get frozen. Victory was ours!
I was pleasantly surprised that I did not end up carrying the team with fancy equipment. Yes, Frost, Amprex, Marelok, and Galatine were important, but it was Loki’s sneaky revives and Excalibur and Mag’s efforts that made the run successful.
It’s not always about the metagame. Great teamwork can be effective regardless of mastery rankings.
And yes, I stood on the Cryopod often while being an ice/lightning wizard. As a side note, good old Cheesecutter was my arsenal’s MVP. =D
Ok so this belongs to my old science teacher, not me. She had an older brother who would beat her up on a regular basis, and he’d get in trouble but he wouldn’t stop, and so one day she ran. He chased her. She let herself be cornered in front of the front door, which was one of those fancy frosted glass ones. He tried to punch her. She ducked. He punched through the fancy frosted glass door. He broke his hand, had to pay for the door, and was grounded for a month. She went off free.