My brain suggested we do something usefull today, but then i remembered that i have no brains so i did this these two are my @thebbros Oc’s, bakers Vinny the mouse and Poud the goat who work at V and P’s Bakery they are both orphans, and they’ve been best friends since childhood, when they grew up they started to work the bakery since they both love baking
Vinny is 22 but he is very imature and irresponsible. He has the ink illness. He loves to goof around and can make a joke out of literly anything. He likes sweets but some times he doesn’t know when to stop and that gives him lots of sugar rush. He is very optimistic, likes to cheer other people up and personaly most of the times doesn’t get worked up about anything, even when he got sick he still didn’t change his attitude.
Poud is 27, and he is almost complete opposite of Vinnny. He takes his job very serious and responsible, but some times he worres a bit too much. He is pretty stressed most of times, but he tries to act nice to everyone. He can be patient but sometimes he can’t help it and losses his temper. He is also very eloquent which makes many girls like him. And he loves flowers.
Ever since Vinny got sick Poud was very stressed and scared because he loves his friend more than anything and he doesn’t wants to lose him, but Vinny believes that he might have a chance to survive and always tells Poud not to worry, but at the same time he is actually ready for his death, he just doesn’t care idk lots of people do this crap, i just wanted to be INKluded (i am lonely) The AU belongs to @blogthegreatrouge you can check it over here
Check out part I - II - III - IV Summary: Your first journey to England. Ivar took you with him to avange the dead of his father with the great heathen army. But you are afraid, the feelings he putted there maked you that … afraid to lose him. What if he never came back? What if you never would feel his touch again? Notes: Very tiny little smut Words: 2004
‘Why are you taking her?’ Sigurd asked before all eyes of the brotherhood turned your way. You just sat there in the corner of that boat, silent, hoping they wouldn’t notice you. But is was typical something for Sigurd to do, taunting his brother. You just looked to the ground, ignoring all those stares towards you while you waited on an answer from Ivar. ‘Because I can take her if I want to.’ Also typical. Since he left you with that desire he really didn’t got back on you about it. He still commanded you around, treating you like a stupid slave or something, but you knew better. Everything between the two of you changed from the moment that you saved his mother. Despite the fact she died anyway he was a little thankfull, saw the potential in you to be more than just a slave. So … he took you with him to England, to avenge the dead of his father. It was your first time on a boat, the first time you got away from Kattegat and it was quite exciting. It was your task to support Ivar, to give him everything he wanted, to do everything he asked. Making him ready for battle was something else than making him ready for just another day in Kattegat. And that whole feeling, him close by, still having that longing to feel again like on the beach and the fact that this was your first real travel, it gave you a weird mix in feelings. When you looked up you saw his bleu eyes gazing back to you. You lifted the corner of your mouth a little and he replied with the same promesing grinn causing the knot in you stomach tying a little.
You stood aside his horse, checking the last of his tack before you looked down to the sand you were standing on. This was a whole different beach but it gave you the same memories, him roaming his fingers over every inch of your body. 'What are you thinking of?’ You jerked your head around and looked to Ivar who sat in his chariot, one eyebrow cocked up, amused. He knew exacly what you were thinking of but despite that, your cheeks turned red and you looked to his horse again. 'Nothing.’ You murmured. 'Y/n.’ His voice grew more demaning, forcing you to look back towards him. He had a lot of fun with the uncertain part of you, swinging your feelings forth and back like it was some kind of toy. The one moment you wanted him and the next fear for him hitted you. He gestured with his finger that you had to come to his chariot. You swallowed, petting his white horse before you walked over to the chariot, he was already leaning over the egde when you arrived. His fingers took a soft grip on your throat, forcing you to go a little closer. You took a deep breath and looked up in those disturbing bleu eyes of him. 'Your a bad liar and I hate liars, so,’ he felt silent, his lip curled a little of so you saw his teeth for a short moment. 'I’m sorry.’ 'Give an honest answer now.’ He said, his fingers lingering your throat. It felt like he captured you, like he was planning on squeezing you to dead, but it had also something desirable. The mix of the danger and the wanting mixed in your stomach, left you uncertain in this moment. 'I was thinking of you and what you did with me.’ You whispered, looking down. He pushed his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look up to him again. 'Good, precisely what I wanted to hear.’ He reacted satisfied. 'Why did you bring me here Ivar?’ You asked him softly. It cracked his mood right open, pulling his hand away from your throat, getting all nonchalant again. 'Because I can and maybe I need you.’ He answered, not with much of emotion. He needed you? You opened your mouth looking at him trying to get some words out but he was faster. 'Get in.’ He nodded to his chariot, sitting straight again while he was taking his reins. 'I walk.’ You pointed to his horse. 'Get in, no arguiing.’ He hissed. Your body reacted immidiatly, jumping in his chariot before he would lose all of his patience. He turned his upper body a little. 'See, not that hard.’ He smiled. You rolled your eyes when he couldn’t see it and looked to all those slaves and soldiers who had to walk while you had the privelage to get a ride from the great Ivar the Boneless, does that meant he really cared a little about you, or what it just his way of making a statement of power, that everybody had to do his bidding.
You grew more restless every day. They were going to face king Aella, what meant he was going into battle and just like the last time he left you felt uncertain about it. What if he died this time for real? You were up way to early, it was still dark when you tried to do something usefull, like prepping his armor. 'Y/n.’ He reacted moody on the noice you maked with his armor, and you were already zo quiet. 'Sorry, didn’t wanted to wake you up.’ You appologized immidiatly, wanting to take everything outside so he could sleep a little more. 'Wait,’ he stopped you, pushing his body a little up on his elbows. In the dark you only saw his sillouet, a dark sillouet you started to recognize everywhere. 'Why are you up so early?’ 'Couldn’t sleep.’ You answered, making your way out. 'Come back.’ His command was a little softer than you expected. You stood still in the opening of the tent and looked over your shoulder his way. 'You should take some more rest Ivar.’ 'Really, I have to do something to that disobedience.’ He said on a airy tone, a slight warning underneath. You nodded and walked back in, laying his armor on the ground before you walked over to him. He petted the egde of the bed and you sat down. His bleu eyes had a certain blackness now, making him more frightening than he already was. 'What is it?’ He asked again. Normally he really didn’t care about your feelings or thoughts but now it was different. He didn’t asked it because he wanted to please you, like showing that he cared despite he didn’t, this was real. You looked down to your own hands. 'I’m scared, for that battle, for,’ you fell silent. 'For?’ He asked softly, his breath sliding over your shoulder giving you a shivering. 'losing you.’ You answered. It was still, not a moment, a very long moment and when you slowly looked up he was gazing to his armor. 'It’s not my time, the gods still have great plans for me after this.’ He finally said, looking back at you. His eyes traveled over your body, you felt his eyes almost burning on every spot he looked at.'It’s nice that someone cares about me for a change.’ His whole mood changed with those words. The little concern you spotted before was gone and his eyes hold another kind of emotion, distant again. 'I always cared about you.’ You protested slowly. Maybe you didn’t realize that from the beginning but it was true, you always had cared for him, even on the moments you were the most afraid of him. 'Maybe I need to reward you for that, in case I don’t come back tomorrow.’ He suggested. You looked at him, opening your mouth to say something but his was already covering it, pulling you in that deep kiss where a supricing soft moan left you lips in reaction. If he was playing you again you would hate him for it, but as long as he was this close you really didn’t care. You willingly followed the pressure of his hands, leading you over his lap with your back aside him in the bed. Something changed in this, it was like he didn’t only wanted to prove you what he could do with you but he also enjoyed it himself. He pulled your dress from your body, his hand roaming your skin. 'By the gods, I love this body.’ He breathed against your stomach, leaving those wet kisses all over you. Your breating fastened, your body curving towards his hands, only wanting more. 'Will you miss me?’ He asked, kissing the top of your breast, forcing you to inhale a new breath. 'Yes.’ 'Is that the truth? Because if you’re lying again,’ he didn’t finished his sentece but pulled his lips and hands away from your body. 'It’s the truth, Ivar please,’ You begged. That cocky grin on his lips, because you were begging again. 'Again.’ He whispered, his lips against your throat, biting your colorbone while his fingers rubbed that place again. 'Please, I will do anything you want.’ You said between heavy breaths through. 'You already doing that but I like that promise.’ Not that you really could think about what you just said of what he just replied because you felt his fingers in you. He laid his hand over you mouth so you couldn’t moan out loud while he was briging your body to the top. The sweet sentation of the moment brought you to your climax. He removed his hand from your mouth, covering it with his lips, kissing you obesely. 'Ivar,’ you whispered in his mouth. 'Go.’ He commanded, pushing you over the egde with his fingers. You collaped, letting your body go in the sweet longing of this moment. You panted so hard that he looked down on you with a satisfiing smile. 'I will come back for you, I always will.’ He said, pressing a kiss against your colorbone, leaving a trail to your ear. 'Your turn.’ He grinned.
Seeing him take off was hard. Despite the fact this was the biggest army you ever saw in your life, you didn’t know how big the army of the enemy would be. But you hold on to his words, that he would come back for you while you watched him take of in his chariot aside his brothers. 'Come back.’ You whispered for yourself, thinking back to the time you had with him morning, every moment he showed you a little concern, love even. That whole day you stood there, watching, hoping, loning for that army to come back. And when they did Ivar wasn’t among them, non of the brothers were. 'Where are they?’ You asked. Hardly half of the man were covered in blood, there weren’t much wounded and everybody was in a cheerfull mood. Did that meant they won? 'They are killing King Aella, I suppose.’ One said. So they won? For real? It took a least another three hours for the brothers came back. You noticed his chariot, his white horse closing by. You turned your eyes towards him, he was already looking at you when he stopped his horse aside you. 'Did you stood there all day?’ He asked, a little amused. But it wasn’t the only thing you noticed, he was happy. Happy to see you? Or happy that the king was dead? Both maybe? 'I don’t really know.’ You answered, petting his horse before you walked to the chariot. 'Are you alright?’ You asked, looking for maybe wounds, sighns of pain. 'Never felt better.’ He smiled, leaning over his chariot to you. 'Told you I would come back.’ 'Sorry I doubted you.’ You replied. He pulled you closer, pushing your chin up so he could watch you from closer by. 'Missed me?’ He asked. You looked in to those bleu eyes, nodded slowly. 'Always.’ You whispered. Something in his eyes changed for a moment. 'Me to.’ He reacted, pulling you over those last inches before he kissed you, way to softly.
Anyone imagined a haikyuu-atla/lok AU yet? If not: think about precious Hinata being an airbender acolyte travelling with his master (who is -of course- the small giant) and meeting all of the other karasuno members, who are benders, too. imagine him meeting kageyama, who is a waterbender, for the first time and instantly picking a fight with him. 'cause how can one be so obsessed with waterbending, when obviously air is the best element? omg, I need to draw this! *scurries off to do just that*
If we go for all Karasuno members:
Daichi - Earth Daichi doesn’t show off his bending, but uses it to help out in his village. He gets signed up for an earth bending tournament by people from his village at one point and manages to win the entire thing.
Sugawara - Air He’s from a different temple than Hinata, and they meet when Sugawara is at the water tribe teaching Kageyama breathing techniques and air bender movements to use in his water bending. He’s very interested in the spiritual side of the Airbender ways.
Asahi - Water He drops the water he’s bending over his head at least twice a day.
Nishinoya - Fire Rapid movements, acrobatic stunts and FIRE, RYUU DID I MENTION THE FIRE HOW COOL IS THAT
Tanaka - Earth On the one hand I can see Tanaka as a fire bender because of his in-your-face personality, but on the other hand there’s a solid power to him too which is why I go with Earth bending for Tanaka. He’d probably be a lava bender though.
Tanaka and Noya want to join pro-bending but they need to find a water-bending team member first (eventually they convince Asahi to join them and Asahi turns out to be a lot less clumsy with his bending when it’s competitive).
Ennoshita - Earth Metal bender Ennoshita, definitely. He admires Daichi after his tournament and decides to not give up on his dream of becoming good enough to get far in tournaments too.
Narita - Water Narita regards his bending as something usefull, a tool, rather than something cool and flashy, so he uses it to help out.
Kinoshita - non-bender He’s very interested in bending though, so he’d be involved in the bending world as a journalist, a scientist or something like that.
Kageyama - Water While calm, Kageyama has shown a great talent in water bending, being able to bend large amounts of water at the same time and having incredible control, but as soon as his temperament flares up, he loses it completely. This is why his teacher thought it a good idea to call in airbenders to introduce Kageyama to the more spiritual side of bending, in the hopes that it’ll help him control his own emotions.
Hinata - Air Hinata somehow managed actual flight when he was a little kid, though he definitely hasn’t mastered it yet. It just happens that, sometimes, he doesn’t need to airbend to actually fly.
Yamaguchi - Water Yamaguchi doesn’t have a very strong control on larger amounts of water and that’s why he was bullied as a kid. He grew more confident after discovering his aptitude for healing.
Tsukishima - Fire Tsukishima the combustion bender, or just a normal fire bender. He prides himself on his control in his bending, though it’s not as good as he wants it to be.
Kiyoko - Air Noya and Tanaka spot her when her group of Air benders is travelling through Republic City and instantly fall in love. Kiyoko makes a sound proof wall of air around her whenever they get too loud.
Yachi - non-bender Non-benders can fight too! Yachi starts practicing martial arts after meeting Hinata, who tells her that her aspiring to be a martial artist is way cooler than any bender, because benders have to learn it by default, so the extra work she puts in is really cool, no need to be ashamed, let’s go tell you’re mum what you want to do!
you do one where the joker saves the reader from her abusive fiance
her mother forcing her to marry for his money but shes with the joker.
So here it is, it is by far the longest fic I’ve written, since I started this blog, but just because of I couldn’t stop writing, ‘cause I enjoyed this one so much. :) I’m sorry if it’s a bit too long, but I hope you will like it. :) <3
„Mum, I won’t marry this
asshole!“, you screamed at your mother for the third time now.
„Honey, listen. We haven’t much
money and when this good looking, rich young man wants to marry you,
than you will do it, for us“, your mother said more rigid than
„If money is so important for you,
then go and marry him by yourself, but I will not do it. I have a job
and I can live from the money I get from it. If you need more money
so bad, search for a job or anything, but don’t bother me with your
bullshit, anymore, I’m fucking sick of it!“, you yelled and stormed
out of your mom’s one room flat.
This woman was unbelievable, not
even that she forced you to marry a guy you already wanted to break
up with, because he was abusive to you several times now, no, she was
trying to ruin your life again.
Your mother had never done something
usefull for you, or her.
She didn’t gave a fuck about you,
since you could think and now, where you could stand on your own legs
she came along with some new bullshit.
She wanted you to help her out of
her poverty, only because she never got her life into the right
„Hey (Y/N). Are you alright?“,
Rick asked, as you came up into the club you were working at.
Rick was the manager of this
location, when the real boss was out to run some of his other
„No, can I have a drink?“, you
asked with a whacked voice.
„Sure, may I ask what happened?
You’re rarely that sad. Was it Tom again?“, he asked.
„No, not this time. Thank you“,
you said as he gave you the drink.
„My mother, wants me to marry this
idiot, because she’s incapable to live a more prudent life. It’s
always up to me, to make things right and I’m sick of it. All my life
I got used by her, just to save her stupid ass. I can’t take it
anymore. And if Tom is calling me tonight, I will send him right back
to the hell he came from“, you said.
Rick was always like a surrogate
father for you, since you began to work her, even if he looked like
the type of dangerous gangster, with all the gold rings on his
fingers, the sunglasses he wores even when it was dark outside and
the big cuban cigar between his lips.
But he was a good man, he welcomed
you warm hearted and teached you not to be scared of the big boss,
who was really running this club.
With his help you turned out as one
of the best employees, this club had ever seen.
You were the singer, for the long
nights and everyone here loved you, not only because of your
beautiful voice, also because you were the happy factor in here.
You joked around with everyone, when
the big boss wasn’t in the near and you got payed incredibly well for
„Sounds mean, honey. If you need
help, you know you can call us here, everytime“, Rick said and
layed his hand onto your shoulder, trying to cheer you up a bit.
You smiled at him.
Thank you, really. I don’t know what
I would do, without you or the rest of our crew.“
„Rick. Is- (Y/N), thanks god,
she’s here“, Mark said.
He was Rick’s right hand.
„What’s wrong?“, you asked
„We’ve got a lot to do, within the
next hour. Mr J is coming over, he will look if everything is
alright. Man I hate it, when he does this surprising visits“, he
said and you could see the fear in his eyes.
If something wasn’t like Mr J wanted
it to be, Mark would be the first one to get involved in the big
trouble, ‘cause as Rick’s right hand he had to take care of the most
things that must be done right here.
And after Mark there was only you.
But you always got your things
right, like finding and playing the songs that would fit in this club
and you also trained your girls, the background dancers to asbolute
perfection, before showing any kind of new material you were working
Mr J was always delighted to see new
performances from you, what made you a little nervous, 'cause you
never knew what would happen if something went wrong, even if
it wasn’t your fault.
For example what if, one of the
dancers didn’t get her moves right.
Would he blame it on you, 'cause you
set the standards too high?
Okay, you were going through a
lot of shit these days, but don’t let this ruin your performance,
you said to yourself.
„What?“, you asked.
Shit, Mark was talking while you
thought about what could happen if something went wrong, tonight.
„You got any ideas for a song? You
know, how he likes new shows from you.“
„Oh, yes, I got something in my
mind, give me a few minutes to write the lyrics down“, you said
reliable as always.
„Perfect. I know you would save my
life“, he said and smiled at you.
About half an hour later you
assembled all your girls around you on the little stage with the red
„Okay girls, you heared that Mr J
is coming tonight, but that’s nothing you should be worried about, I
got the lyrics for you here. And I left the dance as simple as I
could for you, because we only got thirty minutes left, to bring up a
really good show.“
„Forget it (Y/N). He’s already
here“, Rick said.
What? No! I planned everything!
„And what now?“, one of the
girls asked terrified.
You were searching for any idea you
could get now, but there was only one thing that came up to your mind
and it shuddered you to think about doing it.
„Stay out of this, do your work
when the night begins. I will do something by myself“, you said.
„Are you sure?“, Carry asked
with a gulp.
You nodded your head.
„We got no time left to do this
one, so I will set up a song I’ve got on my list for a while now. I
think that’s the only one I could go with.“
„Good luck“, Sarah said stricken
for what you do to keep your girls save.
She hugged you, like all the others.
„You will rock it.“
„We believe in you.“
Your hands trembled as you heared
the snarling voice of Joker not far from you, asking Rick and Mark
what they got for him tonight.
So there were two songs you could
play for this man, to keep him delighted, but which one should you
„Alright ladys! What does my sweet
little (Y/N) got for me tonight?“, Joker shouted in the room,
swinging his purple walking cane in his right hand, as he saw you
standing on the stage.
Okay, he was playful, that was a
You turned around smiling at the big
„It’s a surprise, Mr J. Would you
like to take your usual seat, I’ll be ready in a minute“, you said.
„A surprise! I love when you’re
surprising me!“, he said almost dramatic and grinned at you, before
taking your face into his white gloved hands.
„You better do not disappoint me,
doll“, he whispered.
„Have I ever disappointed you?“,
you asked with a flirty smile.
Joker smiled again.
„That’s the reason your my
favorite employee, little (Y/N). You always got the right answers“,
he laughed, before turning sirious again.
„Go and show daddy what you got
for him“, he said petting your cheek, before letting go off you.
„Curtains down!“, Sarah said, as
you gave her the sign.
The curtains on stage were falling
down in front of you, as Rick handles the microphone to you and told
him which song will be played on your demo.
„You will make it, I know that“,
he said smiling at you.
„Thanks, I hope so“, you
whispered, before the music turned on and the curtains opened again.
A mysterious music came up from the
background that everyone loved from the beginning, you could see it
in their faces, they trusted you hundret procent with what you were
Only Joker never showed his real
emotions, you always had to wait until the end, for his final words,
never knowing what goes on behind this dangerous but also sexy look.
„Boy, you really got me goin’
you got me so I don’t know what I’m doing. Yeah, you really got me
now, you got me so I can’t sleep at night, yeah you got me now, you
got me so I don’t know what I’m doing now. Oh yeah, you really got me
now, you got me so I can’t sleep at night, you really got me, you
really got me, you really got me. See, don’t ever set me free, I
always wanna be by your side, boy you really got me now, you got me
so I can’t sleep at night. You, you really got me now …“
Rick and Mark whistled at you
grinning and the girls applauded, as the music switched to another
sound and the second part of your performance.
„I’m looking in the fire,
breathening go higher, lost in my desire … see the ways you hurt
me, maybe you could feel me, hope you find someone who makes your
heart shiver … cause I’m so wicked, wicked, baby I commit it, to
make your life a living hell … I wish you all the drama, to make
your life a living hell you need someone just like yourself, wicked,
wicked I’m nasty when I’m tripping … baby I remember you and me
forever, things that I did better will come around and hit you in
your marvellous face … Hope you find someone who makes your heart
shiver … 'Cause I’m so wicked, wicked hungry like an animal … Sad
little boy! Now you’ve broken your favorite toy, bye, baby bye! No, I
won’t let you burn me twice, you’re so wicked! You’re so wicked!“
The song ended and you thought you
fucked up, 'cause you sang way too hard about your very soon ex-
fiancé, and hopefully Joker did not took that too sirious about him,
'cause he was wicked as well …
Everyone was quiet, you could see in
every facial expression that hey were keen about your two songs, but
if Joker hated your performance, no support from all the others would
help you out here.
You looked at the clown in his tux,
still sitting there, hands on top of his walking cane, starring holes
into your (e/c) eyes, with his cold blue one’s.
Shit, he hated it, you
thought before he stood up from his place, not breaking eye contact,
he walked towards you and with every step he took, he clapped into
So, he liked it?
„(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). You’re
killing me“, he said as he stood in front of you, so close that you
were afraid he could probably hear your heart beating right now.
You never realised how beautiful his
„Should I laugh, cry or better be
scared about this statement? Or maybe everything mixed up together?“,
you asked smiling.
For a second it seemed like everyone
in the room was holding their breath about your assertion, but Joker
just looked at you and bursts into his typical maniac laugher.
„Rick, be so kind and offer us a
drink, this girl is my guest tonight“, Joker said taking your face
between his gloved hands again.
„You know why I came here
tonight?“, he whispered, his lips nearly touching yours, while
A shiver ran down your spine.
He was so hypnotic, so fascinating.
„I came for you, 'cause you’re the
one that never disappoints me in this little circle full of idiots.
You’re the light that shines here, just for me and I’m more than just
delighted, to have you working for me, doll.“
„Smile for me“, he said with a
husky voice and pulled your cheeks up a little with his thumbs.
You smiled at him and so does he,
what made you see his glistening silver teeth.
It was strange, a few weeks ago you
would’ve been scared as hell, if Joker touched you like that back
then, but now you were just hypnotized by this man, and you couldn’t
help but wanted more of how he touched and talked to you.
The rest of the night Joker didn’t
wanted you to be on stage with your girls, he wanted you by his side,
drinking some good stuff and listening to the music.
„You ever tasted one of those?“,
he asked near by your ear.
It was late now, on a normal working
day, you were already home, laying in bed, ready for the next day but
this time, everything was different, it seems that Joker didn’t
wanted to let you go anymore.
You sat in his lap, after he pulled
you on top of him and holding one of Rick’s cuban cigars in front of
„No“, you said.
„Take a deep breath, baby“, he
murmered as he offered you the first drag.
You took it, feeling slightly
aroused by the way Joker talked to you.
You coughed a little, after tasting
it, you never smoked, it was strange. feeling the smoke in your
„No, no, no … you have to feel
it, see“, Joker said with a sexy low, but still calm voice.
He took the next drag, blowing smoke
in the air and smiling at you, as he puts the cigar between your lips
again, holding your waist, while you sat in his lap.
„Inhale, slowly …“, he
whispered at your ear.
You closed your eyes and you weren’t
sure, if it was the cigar smoke or Joker talking to you, what made
you feel like you could fly.
„Yes, yes good …“, he said
putting the cigar out of your mouth after you breathed out the smoke.
„So beautiful“, he smiled,
laying his hand at your cheek, you looked at him in those crazy blue
eyes and suddenly you felt warm lips pressing against yours, don’t
even waiting for you to let his tongue pass your mouth.
He was rough kissing you, but you
loved it, for the very first time in your life, you really felt free.
Free from all your problems, with
your mother, free from everything what your fiancé did to you and
the still outstanding break up.
There were just you and Mr J, for
But the night ended faster than you
wanted and at your way back home, thousands of thoughts were hunting
What was this all about?
You knew Joker loved playing mind
games and making people week, or just enjoying the fun with a girl,
but as you were about to drive home, he seemed like he wouldn’t let
You saw his facial expression before
your inner eye again, as you said you had to go now.
That wasn’t the playful sinister
clown everyone was afraid of.
But what now?
You had a lot of problems, which had
to be resolved first, before you could deal with the things Joker
does to you.
„WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?“
You turned on the lights in your
apartment in shock, as you heared the voice of Tom growling at you.
„What are you doing here? Get out
off my apartment, now!“, you said and let the door open, for you to
just ran away, if he gets abusive in front of you again.
„What I am doing here? Your mother
told me, you won’t marry me“, he said stepping towards you.
„That’s right. I break up with
you. And now leave, and never ever come back to me again“, you said
with a raised voice.
Tom slapped you in the face, so hard
that your cheek felt like it would burn away.
„GET OUT NOW!“, you screamed
with teary eyes.
„You won’t leave me, not me,
(Y/N)“, he hissed and slapped you once again.
You fell to the ground and tried to
kick this asshole in his crotch to escape, but he grabbed your leg and
plonked the door in front of your nose, before dragging you in your bed room, right at your ankle.
„Let me go! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!“,
„If you wish so, darling“, he
said and slammed you onto the bed.
„I hate you! FUCK OFF!“
„You’re so mean, princess. Maybe I
should show you some love“, Tom said and ripped your black dress
away from your body.
„NO! LET ME GO!“, you screamed
again, trying to push him away, so you could flee, but no chance, he
was too strong, and way taller than you.
„Shhh. I know you want it. I know
you still want me …“, he said touching you all over again, before
he came on top of you, while opening his pants.
„Get off me … please, get off
…“, you whispered, as he tugged your panties down and starts to
penetrate your inner walls.
You woke up in blood and tears the
Tom was gone, probably on the run
now, so the police couldn’t blame a rich and succesful young business
man, who always does the right things, for just raping his ex fiancée.
As you looked into the mirror your
arms and neck were filled with bruises and your eyes were red
from all the crying.
Your voice was weak and scratchy
after screaming nearly the rest of the last night.
„(Y/N), hey, what about your-“
„Holy shit, what happened to you,
girl?“, Mark asked in shock, as he saw you this evening, coming to
„Nothing just … forget it“,
you whispered, your voice still scratchy.
You wouldn’t even be able to sing.
„(Y/N), was that Tom?“, Mark
asked more than just worried.
„Don’t ever mention his name
again“, you hissed at him.
„Listen, if you’re not able to
sing today, it’s okay, we will find a way to tell Joker, it’s not a
big problem …“
Mr J, shit, if he will see you like
„Who did this?“
Everyone in the room became quiet,
after those words and you closed your eyes, wishing for you to be
somewhere else right now.
Joker pushed Mark out of his way
with his walking cane and looked in rage at all the bruises on your
body, as he stood in front of you.
„Who did this to you?“, he
„Tell me, now.“
„His name is Tom O'Connell, he’s
my ex“, you whispered.
„Find that fucker, and don’t come
back, until you got him“, Joker said pointing at three of his
The men nodded their heads and
walked out of the door.
Joker took your face into his hands,
like yesterday, it felt good and comforting at the moment.
Wasn’t it strange how a psychopath
like him could be more caring than the man you were with since two
years, after the last night.
„He won’t be able to hurt you
again, after I’m done with him“, he said kissing you softly.
„Don’t cry now, doll. He will pay
for everything he did to you.“
An hour later Jokers men actually
He looked a little damaged, it
seemed like Tom fought back, before they catched him.
„(Y/N)? You wanna make love with
me again?“, he asked smirking, after he recognised you.
He must think that you dedicated
Jokers men to fight him.
You wanted to scream fuck you, but
before you could do it, Tom’s smirk got frozen onto his face, as he
saw Joker coming up to him.
„What sick game, are you playing
here, (Y/N)?“, he asked.
And now you could hear the fear in
„You“, Joker pointed his cane at
His voice was more dangerous and
sinister than ever.
„You are the little bastard who
did this, to my girl“, he said.
Before Tom could answer, Joker
slammed his walking cane into Tom’s face and his stomache.
„Do you find that funny?“, Joker
growled and pointed at your injuries.
„N-no, I- AHHH!“, Tom screamed
as Joker pulled his gun out of his jacket and shot him into his
„You wanna know what really is
funny?“, he asked and puts his tattoed grinning hand onto Tom’s
„Seeing you die, after torturing
you“, J answered.
„Oh, I can’t wait to show you my
toys. Bring him into my back office.“
A big goon throws Tom above his
shoulders walking with him into J’s office.
„Don’t worry, doll. You’re with me
now, no one will ever lay a hand on you again“, J said holding you into his arms.
this world, when you’re a girl, there are a lot of disadvantages :
period, inferior salary, car insurance, idiot whistling you in the
street… So to be honest, when there some advanges, I like to use
theme. Gallantry, for exemple, was great. But my favorite was the
fact that in winter, when everyone was in black and white and gloomy
as hell in the rain, I would dress with colorful flying on the wind
dress, and smiling widely to my coffee seller, of any people helping
me with something. The guy who sells newspaper, the gatekeepers, etc.
And they would be complimenting me and be super nice to me.
was giving me the feeling that I was doing something usefull in my
life : making smile people on cold rainy day.
it was pouring as hell outside, and I choose a yound green and yellow
dress – the colors of spring – with a coffee brown strench and a
pink umbrella, and headed out for my work. I was working at Lex Corp
as a clerk, and even if that sounds boring, I loved helping people to
organize their works, their papers, to clean up the archives, and all
that sort of thing. People would always tell me that I was a beam of
sunshine and that they would be lost without me.
was very important to me, because this work was everything I had. I
took the bus and said Hi to the driver, and we talked a little about
the weather, baseball, and his great-daughter, then I stepped out at
the end of the street where was the compagny. Pink umbrella in head,
I walked happily until the building and chatted a little with Gary,
the Gatekeeper, who told me the last gossip he heard off.
I got to my desk, and started working while chatting with every
people passing by. To some point, I was asked to prepared the route
of Mr Luthor around the states – for a campaign – and started to
look for hotels, restaurant, airport and all those details that no
one had the time to think about – like some gift to the local
power, the coffee shop on the way etc.
took a break to the cafeteria downstair, I took a cup of coffee that
I started to drink in a place where I could look at the basket ball
field. Not long after I got installed, someone sat beside me.
Mr Luthor” I said to the red hair man.
Y/N. Nice day?”
was something fun in the fact that the clerk and the boss would take
their break at the same time, in the same place, but even if I was
drinking coffee next to her employer, I never felt pressured in any
way. Mr Lex Luthor was someone you could feel at ease around,
probably thanks to his smile and manners. Even in a suit, he never
looked like he was in one, and at the office he was always in jeans
and funny T-shirt.
nice indeed, I love rainy days, they clean the air. What about
Y/N !” One of the basket player of the moment shouted, cutting him
in mid sentence. “Nice dress, I almost thought that sping was
smiled akwardly, feeling bad that Mr Luthor was interupt just for
that, and said :
that’s the whole point of it you know!”
Dan, stop flirting with our Y/N ! She’s everyone’s sunshine, can’t
let you take her for yourself!” Laughed another worker.
started to joke, but my akward feeling didn’t leave, and I turned to
see my coffee budy staring intently at Dan with a very annoyed look,
with his business smile. That was kind of a scarys sight, and I tried
to kojed it off:
Are you jealous or something? Caus you should'nt ! Last time I heard
of it Dan was seriously thinking about proposing to his girlfriends
come that everyone in this buildings loves you, Y/N?” He abrutly
asked with a strange look.
started to tap his ginger in tythme on his cup of coffee, while
looking in intense reflection, and I found myself at loss of words.
I don’t think everybody
loves me… It’s just that… well I have a good memory, and always
remember what they told me so I ask some news about this or that when
I see them?”
Because people like when you pay them attention, and uh…”
why are you trying this hard to tlak to them?” He said, a little
fall silent for a while with a bitter smile, looking at my coffee
remebering bad memories.
I want people to see me. To notice me. To realize that I exist.” I
whispered those last words.
a while, there was no sounds but the slipping and shouting of the
guys playing basket, and I could help but remember my mother. The way
she would forgot about me for days, going out and leaving me alone.
Or when she was here but too drunk to notice her only daughter,
always searching for the love of perfect stranger, when she already
had her daughter who loved her with all her being. Well, she died
three years ago, and even if she never gave me any kind of attention,
I still loved her, and cried like crazy. Quite the fool right ?
He suddenly said, breaking the silence. “Just call me Lex okay. Mr
Luthor was my father, I’m Lex.”
Okay then. Lex.”
I noticed you.”
his usual cocky smile was back and he gave me a playfull look.
do you think I always take my break in the same time you take yours?
Really, there are no such coincidence in true life.”
looked at him with wide eyes and he laughed.
why don’t you just settle for just my attention and gave up on the
looked at him dumbfounded, and he rose an eyebrow, and I blushed like
settle then!” He clapped in his hand and stood up. “Diner tonight
at eight. I’ll pick you with a car. Don’t be late!”
I’m not even gonna say something usefull in this authorsnote, because this story… It needs to be read. Just. Read.
“EVERY ONE IN THEIR BOATS, PLEASE!” The aspirant-students of the Shonda Academy felt scared, by hearing the loud voice of Miss. @glances-and-stares , the key keeper and superintendent of the school, but they also felt really excited. For each and every single one of them, their adventure had started with a simple letter, written by @cicinicole-14 , head of the satanhouse.
The Shonda academy, school for writing, fangirling, and feels Shondaland
Headmistress @magicalpostface , professional fangirl first class, born as queen of the Omeliafandom on tumblr.
Dear Miss\Mr. (fill in name)
It is a pleasure for me to inform you that you have been accepted into “The Shonda Academy, school for writing, fangirling, and feels.“ The first term starts on August 1. We hope to hear from you soon.
From all the Grey’s Anatomy fams in the world, they had been the chosen ones, to attend to one of the most succesfull academies of all. They felt blessed, and most of all… Excited. “TIME TO GO!” @glances-and-stares yelled. “Up to the castle!” Without any movement from the tiny boats their passengers, the boats started to move, into the direction of the castle, one of the most famous buildings in Shondaland, the land far behind the borders of television. “I’m going to be sorted into the house of smut, that is for sure! They are the true elite.” Each boat had four passengers, and in one of those boats, there were four girls. One of then was @greysukay , someone who was selected because of her love for smutty stories. “The house of smut? Really? If there is one house that belongs to the elite, it is the house of satans. Angst is Shonda her speciality.“ The girl who was sitting next to @greysukay , was @monicaaaaatje, a fanficwriter as well. She was selected for her sadistic way of writing, and she didn’t make it a secret that she was a fan of @cicinicole-14, teacher of angsty story writing. “Can the two of you just shut up for a moment?” Behind @monicaaaaatje and @greysukay sat @thefemaleshepherd, a fic writer and vidder. The conversation of the two fic writers annoyed her to death, just like the girl who was sitting next to her, @omelia-scorsone. The only thing they wanted, was to enjoy the view. “Where do you think you will be sorted?” @omelia-scorsone asked @thefemaleshepherd. “No idea,” the girl replied. “At least, I don’t want to be in the house of smut. That isn’t my thing.” “Yeah, mine neither.” “Who would the others be?” @omelia-scorsone asked. @thefemaleshepherd shook her shoulders. “No idea. I was stuck with @monicaaaaatje in the train, but that was it. I have no idea about who else got selected for the new year.“ “I hope I’m with you, though,” @omelia-scorsone smiled
“Then at least I know someone.” The two girls smiled to each other, while in front of them, @greysukay and @monicaaaaatje gasped, by seeing the beautiful view of the castle. The castle was indeed beautiful. It had the highest towers they had ever seen, and on one of them, there were a lot of TV-satellites. @omelia-scorsone saw that the castle drowned in the light of the stars, and she knew she was going to like it here. She was going to like it for sure.
Instead of hacking into celebrities icloud accounts why not do something usefull , hack Jeff Co and leak the fucking basement tapes. I don’t want to see famous boobs, I want to hear and see angry Eric and Dylan.
ghost!Jehan following Montparnasse at night (never in daylight) and commenting on the people he kills/he robs.
“You know, he bought that hat yesterday, you could have waited.”
“Do you really need to make them bleed that much?”
“Are you going to buy something usefull with those money or are you going to waste them in another waist coat?”
And Montparnasse is all like “I don’t need a ghost to act like my coscience, go away Jehan.”
And it’s all fun, they have a good time together; until Jehan doesn’t show up and Montparnasse realize he never will again and fuck that’s fucking unfair, especially because when he’ll die he’ll never get in the same place where Jehan is.
Cherry Bomb In A Soda Can (just waiting to explode)-AU-
If he had to look at one more cup of coffee he was going to ram his head into a wall, yes, he liked coffee, but being at Starbucks for three hours waiting on someone who APPARENTLY was never going to show up was NOT made up for by his liking coffee, even worse, he had almost forgotten that he needed to get party decorations for his sister on the way home, far off from any party store however, he strolled into a strange looking little store with colorfull plants and orbs lining the windows, maybe they’d have something usefull to him in there… he certainly hoped so…
During last semester I really got into art history but sadly, in class we didn’t cover any of the old masters. I decided to look some of them up on my own and then realised that I could learn a lot from their paintings, especially when it comes to colour. Therefore I decided to make some studies.
Usually, my attempts at trying to learn something new don’t go that well… I get discouraged after only few failed drawings or I’m too indecisive as what to do next. This time, I decided to simply prepare some sheets with old paintings and blank boxes on them, so I’d just have to open the file and get to work on the next piece in line. I’m trying to do one every day (which is not always working out as planned, haha), but I’m surprised that I managed to make six of them already!
I’m trying to guess the colors (no colour picking involved) and I believe the effort is paying off at least a little. I’m starting to think of colour in a very different way. For now I’m still not very good at this. Those tiny pictures take far too long and painting them tires me out immensely… But I’ve decided that I need to start somewhere and I can’t be discouraged by not getting an instant payoff. I’m just hoping that with time, I’m going to learn something usefull!