christy are you more of a frog, a bunny, or a wet cat? (the three genders)
oh good question! i’d love to say i’m a frog but more realistically i’m a wet cat. my entire vibe is cat and i do meow at people ??? from time to time ????????? definitely wet cat thank you <3
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i Read your toji soft!dom fic …
girl why’d you do it so good TELL ME WHY IM LOWK TEARIN UP BC ITS THAT GOOD KANSHWSJS
First of all… princess ☹️ i was quaking by the first letter 😭 THEN THE ILL HOLD YOUR HAND ACTUALLY HIT BC WHY ARE MY EYES WATERY?? LIKE I WANT THAT,, YOH
then you hit me with a “just lean against me” and “easyyyy..” IS THAT WHAT TALKING THROUGH JT IS LIKE?? DAWG, I WANT THAT SHIT 😭😭 “I’ll take it from here” PILLOW PRINCESS READER?? I KNOW DAS RIGHT 😻
”awh, no need to act tough, ‘s okay girl” i felt a mixed ass feeling…. like why did I moan and shed a tear at the same time.. what was yo intentions makin ts mane 😭😭😭 its positive i swear tho, i love alla this
“listen to it” MEOWWWWWWWWWW 🤤🤤🤤😻😻😻😻🤭🤭🤭
sorry, that slipped out
”come on princess, make a mess on me and I’ll clean it right up for ya” AWOOGA !! THAT SHIT MADE ME GIGGLE IM SO DEADASS, ILL MIGHT TELL A JOKE BUT IAN NEVER TELL A LIE, SMTH SNAPPED IN ME AFTER THIS FIC, LAWD
just wanted to give u my in depth reaction to ya fic, u can tell i love toji (and you, mwah <3)
—pearl anon
AAAAAA i’m so glad u liked it pearly boo🙍♀️
LMAOAODFOOHO ur so funny pls 😭😭. idk omg i rly like writing for soft doms i feel like it’s a big strong suit of mine in writing tehe. YEPPP the petnames, esp since i feel like toji would always call his bb “princess” or “baby”
UR CRYINGKTLHLJ. thank u for reading i’m glad u enjoyed it mwaaaaaah 💛💛💛.
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Dead People Book Club - Part 3
Hero knew that life had been too easy as of late. Gothamites knew that if there were a consecutive amount of peaceful days in a row...something was afoot. Two weeks without some major danger or crime occurring in Crime Alley, well it had lulled her into a state of ease. However, it all came to a head on a night where the drafts and leaks in Hero's apartment were the worst.
She'd picked up two extra shifts at the cafe and upon arrival back at her house she had fed Doyle and collapsed on her couch. Sleep took her swiftly and she didn't move until two in the morning. An acrid scent burned her nose and something sharp dug into her side. Groaning, Hero rolled over and attempted to stay asleep. It worked for a few minutes until something hot licked at her fingers and a wracking cough shook her awake.
"FIRE!" A scream mixed with a growing roar and creaking timbers.
MEOWWWWWWWWWW!
Hero's eyes shot open as searing pain rolled along her arm and Doyle's cry rang in her ears. Fear lurched into her throat along with more coughs as she struggled off the couch and patted the fire off her arm.
"Got... to get...out." Smoke stung Hero's eyes as she stumbled to her door , the handle blistered her hand, and she knew her path was blocked by fire. "Window." She dropped to the ground and crawled to the opening.
The fire was spreading rapidly, its fiery hands were burning through the floor and sweeping towards Hero. Her head spun from lack of oxygen, and she fumbled with the window latch.
CREAKKKK! A huge section of the floor gave way and Doyle leapt from her arms in fright.
"DOYLE!"
The rest of the floor gave way and in a desperate move Hero latched onto the window-sill. Pain and oxygen loss caused stars to appear in Hero's sight. Tears streamed down her face as she felt her strength fading.
I never even got to meet-up with Jason again. I'm going to die...
One second, two, three... a scream ripped past her lips, and she plummeted into the flames beneath her.
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Things had gotten busy, as they were apt to do when you were connected to batman. Somehow Jason had been roped into working with his family on a joint case that had turned into a farce...he was not pleased. A quick glance at his phone showed that there were no new messages and it was nearly two in the morning.
"Red Hood signing off Oracle."
"Hood, debrief at..." Bruce's voice cut through Jason's ear and he scowled.
"No can do." Jason moved to cut off his comm. "This has been a waste of time."
"There's a fire in Crime Alley, whole apartment building going up in flames." Babs rattled off the exact address. "Maybe that can break up the monotony of your night."
"Say that again." Jason's chest clenched. He knew that address. It was the address that he'd been stalking for weeks. Bab's repeated the address and Jason grappled off the building and towards his bike. That was where Shakespeare lived! "Are they dispatching help?"
"There's several fires throughout the city Hood." Tim's voice cut into the com-line.
Jason heard a roar in his ears and his vision tinged green. A deep breath kept the fury at bay as he cranked his bike. Faintly he could hear Babs and Bruce dispatching various members of the family.
"I've got Crime Alley." He jabbed at his comm and focused in on his newest mission.
Driving towards his own territory, Jason found himself fighting off green. He had to stay in control for his friend's sake. It was so strange to consider the idea of having a friend. His grip tightened on the handlebars of his bike and his gut clenched as the acrid scent of smoke nearly choked him.
As he approached Crime Alley, Jason's eyes were drawn toward the night sky. Specifically, they were drawn towards the red, orange, and yellow flames kissing the horizon. Knuckles white he managed to arrive at Shakespeare's apartment just as several stories collapsed. Screams cut through the night, and he moved towards the searing heat. The possibility of help coming to the Alley... well it wasn't very plausible.
"It's Red Hood!" A working girl he knew as Ginny ran up with a child on her hip. "She's still in there!"
"Who?" Jason's full attention shifted to Ginny. "Who's still in there?
"Hero. She came in late, and I had to get Micah and myself out. I heard her scream! Please can you see if she got out?"
Jason didn't take the time to respond before he was moving towards the rapidly deteriorating building. He had to see if Hero was still alive. Common sense...and Bruce would tell him to check those watching the fire, but he'd never had the most common sense.
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Hero thought she should be dead; in fact, she knew should be dead. Instead of death, Hero found herself very much alive and on fire. It was a strange sensation, flames curled around her skin as she blinked awake. Doyle was absent, which was both a cause of grief and relief.
Trembling, Hero staggered to her feet and spun around, she needed out. NOW.
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