Saeka Rikihisa, Jujutsu Kaisen || Margot Durand, Attack on Titan
Asami Enatsu, My Hero Academia || Mineyo Ginnivan, Free!
Kaida Ishimoto, Blue Lock || Rin Kyutoku, My Hero Academia
I was tagged by my babies @corvosattano @detectivelokis @florbelles (+ @roofgeese for the picrew) to use this HELLA CUTE picrew for my children, so we got rainbow anime bbies again! Thank you sm my beloveds🤍
Artekai x Fross (@artekai) vs Charlie Berger x John Seed (@detectivelokis)
who makes up your ship?:
Artekai (he/him) and Fross (he/him)
why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:
What's NOT toxic about them? Fross is an immortal space billionaire, while Artekai (also Kai) is a mortal on Earth in the middle of a corruption arc. Fross has a victim complex, Kai has a hero complex. They enable the worst in each other, but they would hate each other if they actually took the time to get to know one another. They are in love because they are both somehow equally pretentious somehow, they are in love with the idea of being in love, they are just each other’s escapism. They met because Kai fatally stabbed Fross while he was trying to steal Earth's terraforming system (long story, they are Horizon OCs). But Kai quickly regretted it, because he realized that Fross was unarmed, and it was against his moral code to attack someone who was unarmed. And so, to avoid having that weighing on his conscience, he decided to take Fross and nurse him back to health. Yes, they both thought this was the most romantic thing ever. Kai considers this a casual fling like most of his romantic relationships, but Fross would do anything to make Kai his and only his forever. From lies, manipulation, and guilt tripping, to gaslighting, kidnapping, and isolating Kai from his loved ones, it's all on the table. He’s certainly not afraid to take advantage of the vulnerable state that Kai was in when he got into his relationship (he had just had a really bad friendship breakup, so he was horribly lonely and his ego had been shattered). When the truths that Fross had been hiding from Kai finally came out, Fross snapped and tried to kidnap him, planning to drag him to space with him and make him immortal as well so they could be together forever. It was then that Kai finally decided that he was done, and so he fatally stabbed Fross again in a fit of rage, coming full circle.
why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:
Well, Charlie was originally in a militia trying to take down the cult her parents were in and that John is a herald in. When she arrives at the church he sees her and chooses to enlist his brother, the leader of the cult, in helping him gaslight her into believing that they were fated to become soulmates. He eventually stalks her, convinces her to drink the cult's bliss tea so he can baptize her, and forces her into confession sessions. They both use their unhinged sexual energy against each other, but all it does is make them psychosexually obsessed with each other in the end. He may or may not baby trap her but it's fine! it's her kink and she would have eventually done it to him too! They end up getting married after he pressures her and as a lovely wedding gift they kill her ex husband together. They grow co dependent eventually and he marks her with all of her "sins", as well as his name (she does the same to him too. Equality!!!). During the cult's holy war she tries to kill her own cousin to defend John. Everyone she used to love and know grows to hate her in the end, but at least they have each other?
ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:
ship tag: all sins lead to you. Pinterest board: https://www.pinterest.com/scungilliwoman/x-all-sins-lead-to-you/
I was tagged by the wonderful @voidika @shegetsburned @leviiackrman @baldurrs @detectivelokis and @corvosattano to use this cute picrew! Thank you! 💜
Tagging @playstationmademe @nightbloodraelle @jinfromyarikawa @nightwingshero @carterrogerz @kittiofdoom @phillipsgraves and anyone else that wants to do it!!!
thank you so much to @detectivelokis for allowing me to borrow charlie for a little fic with her and paola for oc kiss week! i hope i did her a modicum of justice ;w;
have an alternate version of the auction with the ladies because. tbh. i think they both deserve a friend during it
Paola awkwardly adjusts the straps of her little black dress, desperately trying to pull up its plunging neckline. On any woman other than her, it might have looked good. Sexy, even. But the way her shapely breasts threaten to spill out of the garment and the way it hugs every single curve of her body makes her feel more naked than she does in her own shower.
There are certainly fewer people ogling her in her bathroom to be sure.
The Rossi Estate, where she currently finds herself, is an affront to good taste. What was once a beautiful classical Roman villa with additions made during the Early Middle Ages to turn it into a church, has been horrifically modernized. Long gone are the robust and vibrant murals on the walls, now replaced with sterile white and sleek lines.
She’s grimacing her way through a one-sided conversation with an “art collector” -- whom she’s never met -- whose opening statement was an insult to her profession and who went on a ten minute long tirade detailing how he thought her entire life’s work of preserving material culture was worthless.
“There’s beauty in the ephemeral,” he said, pretentiously swirling his champagne as if it were wine. “And value.”
In one hand she holds her own flute, while the other clenches so tightly at her side that her nails have bitten crescent shapes through the skin of her palm and drawn blood. It takes everything in her power not to kick this man in the shins. Blessedly, someone calls her name, distracting her before she follows through on the urge.
“Professor Orsini!” a familiar voice calls, and she whips around to find Mr. Adler walking towards her with the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen on his arm. Dark hair. Cherubic face with a wide, ruby red smile. A dark green silk dress that ripples like the waters of the Adriatic. She's like a goddess from antiquity that's come to life.
She gives the man a terse smile and even terser, “Scusi,” as she all but scampers towards her temporary employer.
For the first time since they’ve met, she’s actually grateful to see him. If only because he got her out of that horrid interaction.
They come to a stop in front of her.
She gives them a curt nod. “Signore Adler.”
“Miss Orsini, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
The woman smiles brightly at her, eyes twinkling as she peels herself from his side to take Paola’s hands in her own. “Sono Charlie,” she says and she leans in close, pressing a kiss to each of Paola’s cheeks. “Piacere di conoscerla.” Then, Charlie pulls back and gives Paola’s hands a friendly squeeze. “You look beautiful! The earrings you chose go perfect with that dress!”
Mr. Adler gives her a placid smile. “Charlie here picked out your outfit,” he says, gesturing towards her with his flute of champagne.
“Oh,” she says, her fingers coming to pull at her earlobe. They’re the same earrings she wears just about every day. “Um…Thank you.”
Charlie’s eyes twinkle, and then she’s turning to Mr. Adler. “Rafe, darling, I’m gonna steal her for a bit,” she says, extracting herself from his side and linking her arm around Paola’s elbow.
She barely gets the chance to protest before she’s being dragged away to a corner of the auction hall that’s a little quieter. Along the way, Charlie grabs a whole tray of canapes that were left unattended by the waitstaff. She swoops it up in her free hand and guides them to a small table tucked along the wall. Unlooping her arm from Paola’s, she drops the platter of hor d'oeuvres, leans her elbows against the table, and pops one of them in her mouth.
Paola stands adjacent to her on the other side, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the ache in her heels.
After gobbling down a few more canapes, Charlie wipes the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand -- a decidedly unladylike action contradicting the rest of her appearance. “Sorry,” she says through a mouthful of bread and smoked salmon. “I haven’t eaten in a while.” She swallows the food audibly and then flashes Paola a blindingly bright smile. “So, this your first time at one of these?”
“Is it that obvious?” Paola asks.
“You haven’t had a sip of your drink, and you’re so stiff you look like you’re walking with a rod stuck to your back.”
“I am not used to large parties like this,” Paola says.
Charlie cocks her head to the side. “Really? Not even, like, commemorative Galas?”
Paola frowns. She isn’t exactly used to those either, despite her attendance of many. “I am an academic,” she says slowly, “not a … um…” she trails off, not wanting to be rude to the first person here to show her an ounce of kindness.
“A criminal?” Charlie supplies, and she laughs when Paola flushes and nods. “If it makes you feel any better, pretty much all the ones here tonight are white collar. They don’t get their hands dirty.”
“I suppose,” Paola says flatly. “That is what people like Miss Ross are for, no?”
The look Charlie gives her is patient. “People like Nadine are here to make sure that people like you are safe if things go wrong.”
“I…am sorry,” Paola says, not entirely sure of what she said wrong, but definitely getting the impression that she had misspoke. “I did not mean any offense. I am… out of my element.” She hesitates, and then she asks, “How do you do it?”
“Hmm?”
“How do you do it?” she repeats. “How do you walk around these groups of powerful men, like it is nothing?”
Charlie cocks her head to the side, looking thoughtful. “Well, same way you walk into conference halls and present, I suppose.”
“That is not the same,” Paola frowns.
“No?” Charlie asks. “You get up on stage and tell people a story to impress them,” she starts. Paola opens her mouth to object at such an elementary description of her job, but the other woman doesn’t allow her the chance. “What I do isn’t too different.”
Her first instinct is to argue otherwise, but Paola chooses to hold her tongue, and simply nods as if she understands. “Well, just like the Galas, I look forward to this being over.”
“Once we get the cross and you confirm its authenticity, I’ll see if I can get Rafe to call one of the cars so you can go back to the hotel,” Charlie says.
“Really? You would do that?”
“Parties don’t seem to be relaxing for you,” she says. “We have a lot of traveling to do tomorrow, and even more work to do once we get to Scotland. I would rather have you well rested, and I’m sure he’d agree.”
Paola flushes. “That would be very kind.”
“Of course!” Charlie smiles. “And once this is all said and done, you’re going to have one Hell of an article to publish.”
Bizarrely, Paola finds herself returning the smile. The corners of her mouth stretch in a way that feels entirely unfamiliar. “That,” she says, lifting her glass, “is something I can drink to.”
With a bell like chime, the rims of their glasses clink together just as the lights go out.
Anita, how does it feel to be the queen of Gotham City?
"I don't think I'm the queen, to be perfectly honest. More like... the partner to the self-proclaimed King. But do I enjoy being on Gotham fashion magazines calling me an icon? Did I like that one time McDonald's sent me their new burger to post on my Instagram and I had that funny idea to use the caption 'Is this ketchup or blood'? I... Yep, that's him laughing right now. Batman if you're watching this, please let us finish date night first."
I went with Heather for the dramatics, nothing says meet cute like a good ole B&E <3
Heather hadn't planned for this turn of events, how was she supposed to know John would have somehow managed to convince someone to marry him? Especially someone as gorgeous as the woman standing in front of her with a very unsettled and distrustful stare. An understandable reaction to finding someone breaking into your husbands office, and your home, even if Heather had fully thought it was empty. She put on her best smile and straightened up, closing the drawer to John's desk in a smooth motion.
"Forgive me I wasn't aware you— Well that doesn't matter, I just came to get some paperwork for Joseph." A lie, naturally, she was snooping for a weakness and any openings. This new development made this all a bit trickier, the mess of a situation getting more tangled by the second. Charlie shoots her a look, she wasn't buying it.
Beautiful and perceptive, just her luck.
"Okay, I was supposed to be collecting a deed to a farm today but if I'm being completely honest I was not listening to a word that man said and I thought John would have a list somewhere," Heather tries again, something more believable. She can tell the other woman isn't being fooled but she seems to want Heather gone as soon as possible so she walks around the desk and opens a different drawer sharply.
Her proximity gives way to a waft of sweet smelling shampoo, and up close Heather notes the freckles along the bridge of her nose. Curiosity bubbles away in Heather and she can't help but want to know her story, she didn't seem the religious cult type. But looks were often misleading and she could see there was something deeper hiding in those eyes.
"I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name."
And a lil Dean one for funsies !! Charlie could trick him into the cult faster than John could this is fact.
She sure was a sight for sore eyes, that Charlie Berger, with a dazzling smile and pale green eyes that left many weak at the knees. Dean had only seen her once or twice, right now being the third chance encounter, and he could definitely understand all the buzz around her.
Though a lot of that buzz surrounded her relationship with the man beside her, tattooed arm securely wrapped around her waist and holding her close. They were quite a vision together, a power couple to say the least. One his coworkers had warned him about on multiple occasions.
"John's bad but watch out for Charlie, she looks sweet but anyone crazy enough to marry into that family ain't right in the head."
"She's just as dangerous as the rest of that family, steer clear of her Rookie."
He didn't quite get it, especially as those green eyes and smile directed themselves at him. It left a pleasant warmth within his chest, the small polite wave reciprocated and leaving him a bit dazed. She really didn't seem all that bad to him, he was sure there had to be some kind of misunderstanding going on. He wondered if they'd actually talked to her, because from what he could overhear that honeyed voice didn't have even a hint of bad intent.
Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it
Leon shifts on the bed, arms above his head secured by the tight handcuffs around his wrists and around the posts of the headboard. Daisy smiles as she climbs over him, straddling his hips and dragging her fingers down his bare torso. He hums softly at the touch, tilting his head back as if he were able to calm down his nerves and racing heart.
“Now, officer.” Daisy teases, wiggling her hips a little. “Shall we get started?”
