M.D. Sunny Lee-HarrisonThis is not my name, but yeah. (MD also is not in reference to a doctor of any form) Major fan of the Batverse, and an even bigger fan of Babs Gordon.
When I play Hogwarts Legacy, I am not afraid of getting into trouble with most characters.
Sharp is hilarious to frustrate, Professor Weasley I’d hate to disappoint, but I’m not afraid of her being mad (unlike Molly Weasley. Ain’t no way man) and Black is a twit and I don’t care. But not even afraid of Fig or Ranrok. Not even Sebastian scares me with his puppy eyes and habit of using bad spells. AND HE CRUCIOED ME!
Two characters scare me to piss off
The first is Sirona. I feel like if I made her mad I’d have regrets. But at least I’d survive.
And then there is Ominis Gaunt.
If I make him mad I will die. No survival.
The scariest person in the game is at best, a 16 year old blind boy who refuses to use unforgivables.
But he will make me wish he did use the unforgivables.
Honestly, they should just animate 'Wayne Family Adventures'. Each 22-min episode could include 1-3 "episodes" from the webtoon comic sort of like 'Teen Titans Go!'
People already love WFA so WB/DC has an existing fanbase including the existing Batman fanbase, there's an art style to work from that should be fairly easy to translate to animation, and I agree with OP that WB/DC mostly does better with their animated stuff than their live-action.
But as we've learned in years past and from out-of-touch execs, adults don't watch animated shows (yep, animated Harley Quinn is definitely for kids), if there's not a solid "boy" fanbase to sell merch to then there are no fans (females don't count), and something-something reality TV is better (because it's cheaper).
Honestly, I question some of DC’s choices sometimes for things anyways. I WANT to like Titans, but there are too many things that just rub me wrong and I can’t get into it. One of which is the consistency of making Raven young, but always aging Kori and Dick. Like what the heck man. =_=
also, I wish they’d adjust Kori’s wardrobe colours. I get trying to keep her colours true to her character, but they really don’t do the actress any justice. Which is disappointing.
listen I understand that a significant portion of this fandom has never read a comic but surely at least one fanfiction, one out of context comic panel in an edit, an incorrect quote, one clip from a show or video game, there had to be something, anything, they saw that showed at least a mention of Jason killing a guy
Hufflepuffs seems to drift toward the Slytherin boys, and Ravenclaws more toward a Weasley, Slytherin in general I’m not sure are more pro game, or pro trouble makers.
Where are all the gryffindors at? I see a few but not many. Are you all more into Amit or Poppy or Natty? Or maybe Sharpe?
My Accidental Night Tormenting my Favourite Character.
SO! This morning I decided to play hogwarts legacy, and I had found Ominis again after gaining Heldena’s outfit quest. (I was playing last night, took an hour to find him, then refused to leave for another hour because I wanted to follow him then, but he refused to get up and go anywhere)
But anyway, I couldn’t find the darned hidden depulso hall. So I decided since Ominis was walking around today I would follow him around instead. And would t you know it, that ended up actually taking me to the hidden hallway I needed. What a sweet boy, helping me with my quests. 💖🥰💖🥰
So I did the quest, and when I came out he was sitting in his spot outside the door on the floor by the globe. I was thrilled he waited, so I decided to sit around and see if I could follow him again. And of course I could, and therefore did. He took me to see Sebastian twice, and then How do I pay him back for being so helpful? I continue to follow him ALL BLOODY NIGHT!
Like all the students and professors left for their dorms and beds, house elves cleaning floors etc. Ominis tried like, four or so times to also go to bed, but it seems because I was following him too closely the entrance to his dorm wouldn’t open up. So I kept the poor blind boy up and walking around all night. ALL FREAKING NIGHT!
He tried to lose me so many times. Walked through closed doors, gave me false leads and would turn around as I was stepping out the door, and so on. I kept this poor kid up the whole night. Now it’s day time and he’s napping in the astronomy tower. I feel bad now. He’s never gonna be nice to me again. And I can’t tell if I should be sad or continue laughing my ass off.
Your cross-country vacation has come to a grinding halt after an engine malfunction stranded you in the middle of literally nowhere. After spending a few nights in a -1 star motel, you and your best friend, Kibum, are going stir-crazy. All is fair in love and war, and you won’t go down without a fight, not when the most precious commodity is at stake: the frumpy bed and its hard mattress.
Warnings;;
Brief alcohol consumption (literally a sip of beer), playful banter, some flirtatious remarks, slightly suggestive content
Notes;;
Written for @kikisfuneralservice for the @superm-net fic exchange event!
[DUDE I AM SO SORRY!! I didn’t realise this was due at the end of June. I thought I still had time. Totally spaced it. But I hope you enjoy it, and I’m glad you’re out here making content for SHINee, you’re a rockstar!!]
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"It's Saturday night," Kibum groaned, plopping down on the couch beside you. "You're gonna spend the weekend holed up in this tiny motel room?"
"It only feels tiny because it's made for one person, not two."
He rolled his eyes. "Just because it has one bed doesn't mean it's made for one person. Ever heard of couples before?"
You didn't reply, choosing to instead kick your feet up on the coffee table. It shivered and creaked under your weight. Much like everything else inside the room it was on its last leg. In fact, most of the basic necessities were on the fritz. The refrigerator left your drinks warmer than they had been when you put them in, black spots plagued the television screen, and the showerhead pelted you with ice-cold water.
Then there was the air conditioner. Instead of a fresh breeze it pushed out stale air that clung to your clothes, leaving the stench of wet dog in its wake. No matter how much of Kibum's cologne you spritzed throughout the cramped quarters, mildew hung in the air. You'd given up by the second night.
"This might actually be hell," you whined.
"It's not that bad." Kibum's arm slinked around the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers brushed against your shoulders. "At least we're suffering together."
"Looks like someone forgot who's on the couch tonight."
His head lolled back as he groaned, hitting the couch’s stiff headrest with an audible thump. "We're in hell."
After an eternity of the couch trying to swallow you whole, you stretched your arms with a little yawn. Straightening your posture took great effort but you rose to your feet while using Kibum for balance. Tension riddled his shoulder, the muscles taut and tight. Your lips pulled down into a frown. Digging your thumb into the largest knot, you grappled with it, squeezing it between your fingers. Kibum swatted you away with an indignant huff.
“You’re worse than the springs stabbing me in the back.”
“You need a massage.”
“Not from you, not with those hands.”
He chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you mumbled out a ‘fine’. Once you were back in the big city you would schedule a spa day for the two of you… not that a single session could fix the damage this hell-tel had caused. You would need a vacation from your vacation at this rate. Somewhere free from cars and their woes, perhaps with a king-sized bed, and functioning amenities (would that be too much to ask?). At the very least it should have a working fridge, or an ice machine, or even a convenience store nearby with either a working fridge or ice machine.
Snapping your fingers as you remembered why you had gotten up in the first place, you crossed the room. It didn’t take much – once you sidled past the table, a single step brought you to the mini fridge. The cooling component inside grumbled to life, mocking you and your desires. Taking it a step further, it didn’t budge as you tried to pry the dented door open. Just typical. Gritting your teeth, you put your whole back into it. It shook and rumbled within your sweaty palms but remained sealed.
“Just open already,” you growled, kicking the machine.
“Did you unlock it?”
“It doesn’t have a lock.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m… sure?” Giving the metal box a once-over, a wave of confusion swept over you. Near the bottom on the left side was a glimmering latch. “Huh. That’s new.”
“They installed it yesterday.”
“Really?” you asked, snapping around to face Kibum. Incredulity morphed into irritation once you caught sight of his smirk. “Ha-ha, funny. So glad you can find a way to prank me even here. You’re so clever.”
“Thank you,” he said, unable to hide his triumphant glee. “And you’re pretty cute when you get all worked up like that.”
Warmth tinged your ears. You gave him a dismissive wave before directing your attention back to your initial task. When you unlatched the fridge with a huff, it responded with an obnoxious hum that rolled out into the room. It was bare aside from a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of water. The air inside was warmer than the room’s ambient temperature, and the two cans you grabbed weren’t much cooler. You tossed one to Kibum. Froth spilled out as you flipped the tab. It poured onto the floor, earning you a disapproving look from your temporary roommate. Even so he followed suit. Leaning forward, he cracked it open and soon after the carpet soaked up the suds.
“Now we have to leave a bigger tip for the housekeeper.”
“As if they even have one,” you said with a shudder, looking down at the old stains that littered the carpet. “Anyway, let’s toast! Here's hoping the part arrives tomorrow!"
You raised the can to clink against his. Liquid sloshed against metal as your beers bounced against one another. Bringing the drink to your lips, you took a swig. Your regret was immediate. Warm, flat beer rushed down your throat and you choked. Bitter alcohol stung your nose and burned your throat. Kibum’s eyes widened at your outburst but it was too late, the drink was already slipping past his lips. Throwing his head forward, he unceremoniously spat it back into the can.
Shadows crossed his flawless skin as he glowered at you. "Even if the car isn't fixed tomorrow, I'm out of here. I'll walk if I have to. I never want to see this town again."
Clearing your throat of the vile drink, you scratched your head. "Still want to go out?"
"And drink more of that?” He sighed, discarding the drink on the table. "Let's just go to bed. We have to be well rested so we can count chickens or whatever else they consider entertainment around here."
"The baby chicks were kind of cute though," you said as you walked to the sink, emptying the beer down the drain. Even over the strained glugging of the pipes you heard Kibum scoff. "What? They were!"
"I'm taking the bed tonight."
Dropping the can, you tripped over your feet in your haste to accost him. “Like hell you are!”
He pushed the coffee table into your direct path before you could scramble to the bedroom to stake your claim. Standing with poise and grace, he brushed away not-so-imaginary dust while looking you up and down. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he walked around the table. Now opposite you, he tutted.
“I’m not spending another night on that couch”—you opened your mouth in protest but he pressed a finger to your lips—“but since it’s your turn for the bed, I’m willing to share it with you.”
“Share?” you whined before shoving the table back against the couch. He nodded. “Fine. We can share. Since it’s the last night.”
“Good. It’s about time we slept together, anyway.”
Warmth rushed throughout your veins. You spluttered, looking anywhere but directly at him, until you heard his breathless chuckling. Another of his little jokes. The embarrassment fell from your face, replaced with an exhausted frown. Your gaze looped around from his feet to his million-dollar smile. Immaculate despite the environment, his silky hair framing gleaming eyes.
“Just where did your mind go, huh?”
“Are you going to bed or…?”
“I’m worried that I might not get any sleep,” he teased, stepping into your space. With him came the scent of mint. “Are you going to pounce me in the middle of the night?”
Giving his chest a light nudge, you rolled your eyes in an attempt to dispel the heat blossoming across your cheeks. “As if. Stop playing around.”
“Alright, alright, but”—using the side of his crooked finger, he lifted your chin, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down your spine—“I won’t complain if you change your mind.”
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Key / Your POV / 655 words / best friend;love;lost
[requested by superrainbowhl]
You looked at your twitter again to see if you’re best friend had replied to your tweets, as you predicated he hadn’t. You checked your phone messages again, the same result.
Could you do a fluffy scenario where Key falls for a foreigner after showing her around Seoul or something along those lines, please? ^-^
FLUFF!!!!!! FINALLY LET THERE BE FLUFF AFTER SO MUCH SMUT!!! HALLELUJAH!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3
Oh my goodness I’m so sorry it took so long but here you go dear Anon!
I had so much fun writing omg….This Key fluff….omg…I just…dying with happy feels! He’s just so perf I can’t even (I’m so sorry Key just gets to me sometimes…)
ANYWAY ENJOY THE FLUFFINESS OF KIM KIBUM!!!
-Admin K
You sat nervously, tapping your fingers against your warm cup of coffee. The front lobby of the SM building had a refreshing smell and you inhaled as you leaned back into one of the comfortable red couches that were scattered around the room.
You watched people walk in and out of the entrance, but taking no notice of anyone in particular, imagining they were like busy little ants crawling in and out of the cracks in the ground on a day’s work.
You groaned when you felt your stomach rumble. You were hungry and extremely nervous.
Ok so this was a request for when a girl comes back from being abroad and is reunited with Kibum her childhood friend, they are all in love and then BAM there’s some sexy time! It’s longer than most scenarios I’ve done but I hope you guys enjoy it :)
-Admin K
You awoke as the sound of your alarm filled the room and you felt like a giant immoveable snorlax as you groaned, hoping it would just miraculously stop without any need to move and turn it off.
You felt awful. This felt like a hangover if not worse but unfortunately the disease that haunted you was simply jet lag.
You had arrived at Incheon airport the previous day, being offered a well-paid business job that you couldn’t refuse. Considering how young you were, you were a well-established business woman. Your name was quite well known at this point and job offers were flying at you. But once you heard about an offer from Korea, you knew exactly where you were going.
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