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Masterlist Key: Oneshot 💡| Series 🕯️| Chapters are individually marked for sexual content. Poly

Kiss Me More {Reader/ Dick | Jason | Tim | Damian}🕯️

Good Luck, Babe! {Reader/ Dick | Jason | Tim | Damian}🕯️

Bruce Wayne

The Good Death 🕯️

Roy Harper

Painkiller 💡

Also posting on Ao3! Comments keep me going!

[stcrsmoke]

@lcstkey ( for selena & aryin )

"Being who I am has only left me more alone."

song: i'm not okay by citizen soldier

[ofstarsfallen]

( @sailingmakai //Continue from )

"Indeed," was the elf's simple response. While it annoyed him to no end that Akira had no patience - which was a blessing and curse - at least he wasn't doing this stuff out of arrogance.

"Tell me, how has he managed to survive so long before." If nothing else, Aaravos appreciated his tenacity and survival skills. "Humans are fragile. I would think he was more cautious before, yes?"

[ncromancer]

@arkvoodlee ❤'d

A crashed alien ship was something Mason had to get to fast. He couldn't bare to see the government get ahold of another and treat them like he had in the past. Just as the Sapiant skidded to a halt before the crater, he dropped his human disguise, hoping, praying, that whoever was in the ship wouldn't shoot him.

"Hey!" He cursed a little under his breath, figuring they wouldn't speak English. "Hello?" This time he called out in Magican, switching only then to the common language of the shared universe - a language he didn't actually speak all that well. "You're right--Alright?" Stammering a little, Mason climbed into the crater, using his magic to pull the door open.

[hcllking]

@t-errifier

Fingers tapped idly on the metal bar as he practically glided passed it, heading up the ramp towards the bar. In the dead of night on Christmas Eve, not many were there in the bar itself, the neons buzzing, Vox's breath puffing in front of him. He left no footprints in the snow, his silken robes dragging through the cold powder below. One thing he liked about his appearance, he could just pass as a weird goth to people who weren't observant.

The door to the bar opened, the bell ringing out. Most would be shivering as they stepped through, but not Vox. Stepping onto the hardwood, dark eyes scanned the nearly empty bar...pausing at a strange sight. Three dead, bartender included, lurking above them a clown dressing currently in one of their Santa suits.

Black lips twisted into a wicked smirk. What a sight to see. The King stood there in the door as it closed behind him, taking a step forward towards the gore ahead of him. "Well well...Isn't this a beautiful sight?" The demon nearly sang, voice an unnatural melody. Making his way to the bar now, he plucked what was left of a beer from the clutches of one of the dead men, looking at the label as if there wasn't a murderous clown right next to him.

"What swill." He tossed the bottle over his shoulder, turning his attention to Art now. An almost kind smile on his features, welcoming, warm. Something that didn't match his demonic appearance. "Any suggestions for a drink, Mr. Clause?"

[lustforrage]

. . . @goddamndaddies . . . gets a starter !

                    at  first  anya  wasn't  so  sure  that  living  in  the  compound  with  the  rest  of  the  avengers  was  a  good  idea.  she  was  a  far  cry  from  hero  material , but  as  her  parents  had  both  said . . . neither  were  either  of  them . . and  look  at  how  far  her  mother  had  come.  certainly  it  was  time  she  accepted  she  was  anything  but  what  people  thought  she  was.  and  as  it  turned  out . . . staying  at  the  compound  wasn't  a  bad  idea  at  all.  she  liked  it  there.  it  was  just  homey  enough  to  be  comforting , while  still  very  much  a  base  of  operations , something  that  anya  was  plenty  used  to  from  her  days  with  HYDRA.  what  it  also  did  for  her  was  branch  out  the  people  she  knew.  getting  to  know  the  avengers  showed  just  how  different  they  all  were.  she  also  took  notice  of  some  of  them  more  so  than  others.  thor  being  one  of  them.  she'd  taken  a  liking  to  him , and  after  tossing  and  turning  in  hopes  of  finding  sleep . . . she  could  only  think  about  him.  throwing  her  comforter  off  of  her , she  huffed  in  frustration  before  leaving  her  room  to  head  to  thor's.  after  a  couple  knocks , she  watched  the  door  open , and  was  greeted  by  the  god  of  thunder  himself  as  he  opened  the  door.    ❝   i  can't  sleep.   ❞    she  admitted , hardly  giving  even  herself  a  chance  to  finish  speaking  none  the  less  time  for  him  to  answer.

[tealbeats-archived]

Breathing was hard in this moment.

It felt like something spectral pushing into his chest; wrapping around Ezreal’s lungs the more he scrolled on the internet—the feeling wrapping tight and squeezing as it threatened to cut off his airflow. Ezreal’s breathing formed into heavy gasps for air; almost as though he was drowning and trying to expel water from his lungs—but it wasn’t getting better. Why wasn’t it getting better!?

‘If you don’t figure something out, you could lose your career, Ezreal.’

‘Some ‘Pop Star Prince’, huh? Can you even give that title to a One Hit Wonder?’

‘His stuff used to be better…what happened? Talk about a sell out.’

Of course, these were all from before he joined HEARTSTEEL, but he still had a habit of looking at comments or remembering old conversations with producers and managers—mostly to see if there was anything positive, but even some things weren’t…great, in regards to the present.

‘He kind of just fades into the background, doesn’t he?’

‘What’s even the point of him being there…?’

Invasive thoughts swirl into his mind before he shuts his phone off and chucks it at the door; making a large SLAM for anyone near by to hear. Thanks to his phone case though, there was no damage, at least.

Ezreal scrambles to his feet to grab it, swinging the door open, though his chest felt tighter and his knees began to buckle. Man, what if this was it? What if HEARTSTEEL didn’t work and he—and now his friends—lost their careers? Why did he feel like he would just blame himself for that? And lose…all of them? He couldn’t lose all of them.

The walls felt like they were closing in on him and he planted his hand against one, keeping his body close before he succumbed, knees losing way and causing him to collapse; one hand digging into his hair and gripping tightly as he gave out a loud, ear piercing scream from the anxiety that riddled him in the hallway.

[mythlit]

@mouthymercx0x0 - starter; main verse

"... Deadpool, huh?" the adoptive laufeyson can't help but crack a bit of a smile - though for a bit it looks like a crooked smirk, like a certain trickster god would adorn himself with. "It's a pleasure. Big fan."

[walkedlegacy-closed]

CLOSED STARTER : GRACIE LINDON ( amaranthblooms )

they had a new probie coming to join the firehouse. there was always an excitement in anya about meeting new firefighters , and when she heard it was another woman firefighter . . . her excitement grew even more.

there wasn't a worry about being replaced , not for anya. she had worked hard to build her reputation , and bobby made it pretty obvious that he didn't run his ship like that. if you stuck around , or were let go , it was based on more than just someone outshined you.

when she heard the sounds of someone walking into the firehouse through the large bay doors , she perked up , smiling when she saw the woman she didn't recognize carrying the ever familiar LAFD duffle bag , and put her own bag down at the locker room , and made her way to meet her.

"morning! you're early!" that was good. bobby was going to like that. he was upstairs cooking breakfast for the team. part of his 24 hour shift traditions. "i'm anya. you're the new paramedic right?"

[deathxcko]

Here you can have a hobie too

are you jason's type? / always accepting!!

"Hello, I don't suppose you'd be interested in making a series of very bad decisions with me and get to know one another?"

[tenarcana]

"Bloody hells." he grumbles as his eyes catch absently on the odd little... person? ( perhaps that was a touch RUDE. they obviously seem sentient, but then again, a lot of things could be, in his experience. ) "What're ye doin' out 'ere by yersel'? I don' t'ink ye should be alone... too dang'rous, aye?"

@chaosmicjelly starter call

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[stcrsmoke]

@valorxdrive - from this ask, continued.

"I would not go, eh... so far as to say my memory of you is quite so tricky, as it would require me to have properly met you first, no?" the words are intended to be reassuring, and perhaps they fall a little bit short. aryin had never been quite so good at comfort, really. but nonetheless they find themselves smiling at the much younger boy in front of themself, moving to speak again before they finally register the name that was given.

s o r a

a clear shock crosses their features, and the historian in their blood and the ancientness of their mind can't help but shine with a delighted glee. if this truly was sora, then they could get a first hand recount of the things that happened during that last keyblade war, they could finally get some questions answered that weren't so easily recounted in the history books! it was an odd mischief that glittered in their eyes, a sort of i gotcha now! that most people would run from... if they could not see the playfulness behind the look.

"Sora?" the name is lilted with that same shocked delight, but eventually it cools off, knowing that they probably shouldn't tell the boy that they're from a future where nothing truly got better, and people still are cruel.

"Erh... it is, nice to, um. It is nice to meet you, yes. Yes yes." they nod their head in mischievous glee. "Pardon the look I wore just then, it is only that... your name is quite infamous where," when, "I am from."

[oozeyboozey-archive]

❝ i'm not gonna say anything t'mom . . or your day . . but how exactly did you manage that? ❞

▬ 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 : @redheadarcher .

[ncromancer]

@arkvoodlee asked:

👚 femboy hooters outfit ( I don’t make the rules )

"I'm going to scream, Crypto." Hands on his hips, he looked down at Crypto with a cocked brow. Face scarlet, he reached down to pull idly on the white croptop that barely covered his chest. "Who in the fuck let you into a Hooters in the first place?"

Bright orange short shorts, thigh high socks that he had to rip holes in so he could fit his feet in. Tail whipped idly behind him, embarrassed over anything else. He knew he could be talked into most things, but he still had no idea how he got talked into this.

[gobubyourself]

❝ may i have this dance? ❞ - @mutantmuses.

the right answer would have been to just say no , tell her that he wasn't doing that , to go back to scott and just walk away. just walk away logan. but no matter how many times he repeats that thought in his head , over and over again . . . he still takes a moment to look around him . . . habit he supposed , before taking clearing his throat and giving in. ❝ sure . . ❞ he muttered under her breath , leading her out to the dance floor. it's not until they've been dancing a few seconds before speaking. ❝ you should be dancin with someone else jean. ❞