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[punkeropercyjackson]

@fuckyeahamphibia

brush tests with annabanana and her cool bone sword

[mead-iocre]

id die for brat!reader

so would alexia tbh.

alexia would constantly moan and rant about her girl in the locker room but everyone knows alexia is down bad for that girl

there’s just something about the way she constantly pushes her buttons, her outlandish extroverted nature and the way she would just unashamedly grab life in a chokehold every. single. day.

alexia can’t think of a perfectly imperfect lover

and that’s why she puts up with it all (even though it makes her want to scream into a pillow sometimes)

[rizzanon]

Just finished chapter six’s “.” and when Cass and Duke were talking about Reader’s last words I just had to re-read them: "H-hello? Anyone... anyone copy? Oracle? Batcave?" … “Please… anyone…”. Ugh, I’m just imagining if someone stumbled upon the audio recording (if there is one) of that call for help from the Reader and the guilt because so many of the others were like “if only Reader asked me for help” because /she did/

i was waiting for someone to bring this up 😭 (spoilers. there will be an audio recording reveal in the next og universe chapter 🤭)

[punkeropercyjackson]

Saying Hobie Brown dosen't seem like a minor is batshit antiblack but also genuinely funny in how stupid it is.I've never seen a character who embodies 'boyish' as much as Hobie does,he's teenage boy supreme

[fagdykevash]

[ID: A series of tweets and tumblr posts.

galacticidiots: I like it when love turns people into smitten fools. Sloppy with adoration. Stupid with infatuation. Silly with longing.

adorewordss: hey (with the intention of dragging you to every bookstore in the city)

faeriedreams: i'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse *puts my forehead close so he can kiss it*

ijaazat: we could glow pink in the night in my room together if you wanted to

princehendir: If I ever respond to you w just a heart emoji it's not meant to be dismissive. I'm bumping my shoulder against yours bc I like you. I am blinking slowly at you like a cat.

@cake_hoarder: if i had a girlfriend i would let her take as many sips as she wanted from my Taco Bell baja blast soda even though I would really prefer to drink it all myself

fairyghoulish: hey are you busy for the next 50 years? I'd like to sit on the porch with you and watch the sunsets

androgynosaurus: I love you so much I hope we get reborn as housecats who sleep together like puzzle pieces

prtygal777: If we were two sunflowers I would have faced you instead of the sun

boymiffy: hey (with the intention of brushing our teeth in the bathroom side by side)

nothingbutloveforyou: the fact that laughter is contagious is so beautiful to me. like oh that made you smile? that made you happy? well then, i have nochoice but to be happy with you! End ID]

[Plain text: hello. I'm silly and in love with you. End PT]

hello. i'm silly and in love with you

[halloween-sweets]

[mead-iocre]

brat!reader definitely the very definition of a very bratty bottom

....who said brat!reader is a bottom 🤨

but yes. she is (although she'll never admit it)

as expected she's the type to purposely provoke alexia-- even between the sheets-- with the intent to get whatever she wants. she has no qualms about telling her lover how and when she likes-- and she's not shy to take her own initiative either.

alexia always wake up with a few bite marks on her shoulders, collarbones, neck; meanwhile brat!reader has to rub lotion all over her wrists first thing in the morning x

[maidfrin]

tricks or treats u :3

YOU GET oh. Oh dear. Oh no oooohhhhhh (READER CONTEXT: THIS ASK WAS SENT ON OCTOBER 31ST 2024

yougget . onion

[punkeropercyjackson]

@aishabellasbigblogofeverything

pjo percy: i CANNOT allow nico to die after being pushed into a world of gods and monsters, since i witnessed his only family member die i feel a sense of responsibility and want him to be safe. he has a whole life ahead of him and it'll only be harder knowing he's a son of hades and one of the big three children. even if he pushes me away and likely hates me I'll still do my best to make sure he doesn't get caught up with the wrong people. he helped us greatly and even convinced his father to help us fight. i'm glad after the end of all of this he's decided to stay at camp and we can finally maintain a normal friendship

hoo percy: oh nico ? u guys wanna leave him to die ..? ya he's a major reason why we're still alive but .... his loyalties are ..... unclear .......

[schadentekkers]

i personally believe zsj v drew parker must be a custody of chris brookes match. let’s get creative here!!!!

but then when the match is over, chris walks into the ring and they all three way kiss holding the gay flag

[rizzanon]

This just came to me bc I've read some Batfam-hallucinating-Jason-post-death fics and I couldn't help but think of how would it work with your neglected!Batsis series. I've also been binge-reading some Batfam stuff and rereading Undoing Fate (and a lil bit of your Batfam Febuarary bc help your writing is contagious aaaa), and I can't help but think of a lil prompt: Hallucination!Batsis. Like, after the overwhelming amount of guilt and regret, the family is gon have some cruel hallucinations about her like–

"*whistles* Now, that's gotta hurt. Y'know, you've put a lotta effort into finding and beating these guys than you've ever been as my brother, right? Even though you've known me first, but not enough as your little sister? Haha. It's funny. How people would suddenly miss you, even though they've hardly knew you at all..."

"What are you sulking around for, Jay? You've finally proved your point: that this lifestyle got me killed! Shouldn't you be happy about that?! Now, that you're right?? ...Haha. You're sad 'cause I'm dead? That's impossible. Ever since you came back, you've made it very clear when I was alive, Jay. I thought you would've been proud of me... But I guess that's all you see me as: a failure. Just like everyone else. Maybe it really is a good thing now that I'm dead... You wouldn't have to worry how much I'm such a liability."

"This is like, the nth time you've been visiting here and you still didn't have any flowers for me?? Who cares about my favorite flowers at this point, just bring flowers! Hey, I have an idea! You could just ask me! Oh, wait..."

"You're watching that again?? What's there to figure out about? That there's some mistake I've missed so you could get mad at me about it?? That it's my fault that I'm dead!? ...Haha. What does it matter anyway? You loved to pick apart the flaws in my work... and then scold me for not figuring it out sooner. Is that why you hate me, Tim? That I'm always falling behind?? Well, good for you 'cause I won't be around to mess things up again! Isn't that so nice?"

"...I know it's your way of showing how much you care... but I wish you've made it clear to me about how much I mean to you, Damian. Because maybe... Maybe I wouldn't be so ashamed to go to you for help."

Maybe this could also be a fear toxin thing?? I dunno, this idea just came to me when I was tryna s l e e p and then I can't stop thinking abt it, so I thought I'd share it with you XD

WAIT STOP THIS IS SO???? i can totally imagine this happening in the og universe, epecially if they’re being affected by fear toxin. reminds me of that one issue from nightwing 1996 (i think it’s #9-10 iirc)

[baekhyunsbestie]

Heyy Liiisaaa ❕

How would the members propose? 💍 🙈

hi nonnie babie!!! this req was so cute omg :') ty ty tyyyyyy for sending it in!!! but omg the way im feeling so so soooo soft after writing this 😭💘💞💓💖💗

⟢ jongin

you wake up to the feeling of soft fingertips tracing lazy patterns against your arm, kai’s body curled against yours, warm and familiar. the room is still dark, the early morning light barely creeping through the curtains, but he’s awake—just lying there, watching you.

his voice is quiet, rough with sleep when he murmurs, “you know i’ve never been good with words.”

you blink at him, still half asleep. “hmm?”

he exhales a small laugh, like he’s frustrated with himself. nervous. it’s unusual—kai is confident, smooth, always knows exactly what to say. but right now? he just looks soft.

“i was going to do this differently,” he admits, eyes flickering away for a second before finding yours again. “something big, something planned.” a pause. “but then i thought… why?”

his fingers reach for something under his pillow, and before you even process what’s happening, he’s holding a small velvet box between you.

your breath catches.

“this is the only way that feels right,” he murmurs, flipping it open to reveal the ring inside. his gaze stays locked on yours, warm, steady, so full of love it hurts. “just us. just you.”

a small, shaky smile tugs at his lips. “so, what do you think? will you let me wake up next to you like this for the rest of my life?”

⟢ chanyeol

he’s been restless all night, fingers drumming against his knee, leg bouncing beneath the sheets. the air between you is thick with something unspoken, a tension you can feel.

you catch his wrist, stilling his movements. “what’s wrong?”

he exhales sharply, a frustrated sigh that doesn’t quite make it past his lips. and then, before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into him, pressing you against his chest, so close you can hear the unsteady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“i’ve had this in my pocket for weeks.” his voice is raw, laced with something fragile, something desperate. his fingers tighten against your waist, grounding himself in your warmth, in the moment that suddenly feels too big for him to contain.

“i kept waiting for the perfect time, the perfect place.” his breath hitches, his forehead resting against yours now, eyes burning with something deep, something aching. “but none of that matters. not anymore. all I care about is you.”

his hand trembles as he reaches into his pocket, the small velvet box almost weightless in his grasp compared to the way his heart is pounding. he swallows hard, voice dropping to a whisper.

“i just… i need you. i need you to say yes.”

he opens the box, the ring catching the dim glow of the bedside lamp, but his eyes—his eyes—stay locked on you, pleading, waiting.

“say yes, and let me love you for the rest of my life."

⟢ sehun

it’s late, the kind of late where the world feels softer, quieter—just the two of you in his car, parked at some overlook where the city lights flicker like distant stars. the air is cool, the windows cracked open, your favorite playlist humming low in the background.

he hasn’t said much for the past few minutes, just sitting there, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the steering wheel. you glance over, sensing the weight in his silence.

“what’s up with you?”

sehun exhales sharply, like he’s been holding something in. then, without a word, he reaches into his pocket, pulls something out, and just holds it there between his fingers. the small velvet box looks almost surreal in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

your breath catches. “sehun—”

“i keep trying to plan this,” he interrupts, voice quieter now. “thought about setting up something huge. something extravagant. but every time i imagined it, it felt… wrong.” his grip tightens around the box, like he’s grounding himself. “because this? this is us.”

he finally turns to face you fully, his expression unreadable at first—but then, you see it. the rawness in his eyes, the quiet vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see.

“i don’t need some big, perfect moment,” he murmurs, finally flipping the box open. the ring catches the faint glow of the city lights. “i just need you. so tell me—will you let me have you forever?”

⟢ kyungsoo

the kitchen is quiet, filled only with the soft clinking of dishes as you dry them while kyungsoo rinses. it’s a familiar routine—one you’ve done countless times before, side by side, moving in sync without needing words. the warmth of home lingers in the air, the smell of dinner still fading into the night.

you reach for another plate, but before you can grab it, kyungsoo’s hand covers yours, still damp from the water. you look up, only to find him already watching you, his expression unreadable.

“you know,” he starts, voice steady but laced with something heavier, something real. “i’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.”

your brow furrows, lips parting to ask what moment? but then, he’s reaching into his pocket, and suddenly, there’s a small box in his hand.

your heart stutters.

he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t make a big spectacle of it—he just looks at you, his grip firm, grounding. “i don’t need anything extravagant. no grand speeches, no big gestures.” a small, almost nervous chuckle escapes him. “just this. just you.”

finally, he opens the box, revealing a ring that catches the dim kitchen light.

“i want every day to be like this,” he murmurs. “ordinary, simple… but with you.” his thumb brushes over your knuckles, warm and steady. “so, what do you think? will you stay right here with me, forever?”

⟢ junmyeon

the waves roll in quietly, brushing against the shore in slow, rhythmic whispers. the world feels softer here—just the two of you, standing where the ocean meets the sky, the salt air cool against your skin.

you glance at junmyeon, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, gaze fixed on the horizon. there’s something different about him tonight, something quieter than usual.

“you’re thinking too much,” you tease, nudging him lightly.

he exhales a small laugh, shaking his head. “maybe.” a pause. then, almost absentmindedly, “but i always do when it comes to you.”

your heart stirs at the weight in his voice.

he turns to you then, the moonlight catching in his eyes, soft but certain. “i spent so long trying to find the right moment,” he admits, fingers tightening around something in his pocket. “but the truth is… every moment with you already feels right.”

his hand finally emerges, a small velvet box resting in his palm. he opens it carefully, revealing the ring inside, his gaze never leaving yours.

“i don’t want to wait for another perfect moment,” he murmurs. “i just want you. today, tomorrow… always.”

a slow breath. then, gently, like a promise—“marry me?”

⟢ baekhyun

he’s not nervous. at least, that’s what he tells himself as he watches you, as he listens to you talk about something completely mundane—what you had for lunch, a random thing you saw on your way home. he’s heard you ramble a million times, but for some reason, tonight, it’s hitting him differently.

you pause mid-sentence when you notice his stare. “what?”

baekhyun blinks, like he’s snapping out of something, then exhales sharply and shakes his head. “nothing.” a beat. then, quieter, “everything.”

you frown, confused. “what are you talking about?”

he shifts, pulling something from his pocket so smoothly you almost don’t notice. almost. until suddenly, there’s a small velvet box sitting on the table between you.

he doesn’t open it right away. instead, he leans forward, propping his chin in his palm, and just looks at you, expression unreadable.

“i had this whole speech planned,” he admits, tapping his fingers against the box. “wanted to make it romantic. perfect.” a small smirk plays on his lips, but there’s something softer underneath. “but then i realized… every moment with you already is.”

and finally, finally, he flips the box open, revealing the ring inside.

“so, what do you say?” his voice is steady, but there’s something vulnerable in the way he watches you, something real. “will you do me the honor of letting me be yours forever?”

⟢ minseok

the night is quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a warm blanket. the two of you sit on the couch, legs tangled together, a forgotten movie playing in the background. there’s no rush, no urgency—just the soft hum of the world slowing down around you.

minseok watches you, his gaze steady, thoughtful. he’s been doing that a lot tonight, like he’s memorizing you, like there’s something sitting on the tip of his tongue.

you raise an eyebrow. “what?”

he exhales, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “nothing.” but then, after a beat—“everything.”

before you can ask what he means, he shifts, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie. His fingers curl around something, and then suddenly, there’s a small velvet box between you. he turns it in his palm, almost absentmindedly, before finally looking back up at you.

“i thought about doing something bigger,” he admits, voice quiet but certain. “something more… elaborate. but then i realized—this is what i want. just us. just this.”

he flips the box open, the ring catching the dim light of the room. his thumb brushes over your wrist, grounding, steady.

“so,” he says, his lips curling into the smallest, softest smile. “stay with me? for forever?”

⟢ yixing

the record player hums softly in the background, filling the room with an old, familiar melody. you’re sitting beside yixing on the floor, backs resting against the couch, a half-empty bottle of wine between you. it’s late—too late—but neither of you feel like sleeping just yet.

he’s been quiet for the past few minutes, fingers idly tracing circles on your palm where your hands are intertwined. there’s a softness in his eyes, a thought lingering on his lips that he hasn’t spoken yet.

finally, he exhales, almost like he’s steadying himself.

“i’ve written this moment a hundred different ways in my head.” a quiet chuckle. “but none of them feel as good as just… being here. with you.”

your heart stirs at the weight of his words, at the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s seeing the rest of his life right in front of him.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, his fingers brushing over the edges like he’s still processing that this is real.

“i could try to put it into words,” he murmurs, opening it to reveal the ring inside. “but nothing i say could ever be enough to tell you how much i love you.”

he laces his fingers with yours, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“so let me just ask,” his voice dips lower, steady but filled with something deep—longing, devotion, love. “will you stay by my side? for the rest of our lives?”

[punkeropercyjackson]

White proshitter guys:Being into sexualized age gaps and incest isn't amoral,it's just a universal tboy thing!!!!

Black trans men:

[halloween-sweets]

[punkeropercyjackson]

Gracias gracias gracias,me veo tan lindo!!!!!♡♡♡♡

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