#(he hates it)

[messymoonmad]

You said Poseidon is insecure for looking for feminine than his brothers

What if someone saw him from behind and mistook him for a girl? How would he react?

He would be so angry he would cause an earthquake.

Anyways You should see him when he shaves his peach fuzz (rare sight) he looks so bbg and pretty

Yup I draw him in drag /cross dressing on patreon lmao

[orphicmeliora]

Secret identity au

You're what people call a walking disaster. You walk into a room, down a street, through a building, hell, even a park bench—anywhere at all—and it's almost guaranteed that someone, somehow, is getting hurt. Maybe a potted plant falls on a passerby. Maybe a toddler accidentally kicks you in the shin with a toy truck. Maybe a scooter mysteriously careens down a ramp and knocks over a vendor's hotdog stand. Either way, pain is usually involved, and statistically speaking, it’s either you or some other poor unfortunate soul caught in your gravitational field of chaos.

The worst part? Most of the time, it’s not even your fault. It’s like the universe itself has you on speed dial for comedic misfortune. Things just happen around you—doors swing open, drinks spill, ceiling tiles fall. Some say you’ve got a black cat’s luck. Others whisper it’s your evol to attract chaos like a lightning rod. Like some sort of cosmic magnet for near-death experiences.

Enter this Lumiere guy who shows up out of nowhere every time you need help. The masked man with a heroic streak and perfect timing. He always seems to be there the second you're dangling from a balcony, caught in a runaway shopping cart, or about to be squashed by a suspiciously fast-moving food delivery drone. He’s graceful, mysterious, and efficient—like if Batman had a Pinterest board full of soft lighting and silk capes. Naturally, you’re halfway in love. Because who doesn’t catch feelings for the guy who literally saves your life every 48 hours? The mask only makes it worse, honestly. What does he look like? Why won’t he take it off? Why does his voice sound like a lullaby dipped in espresso? It's all very stressful.

Anyway, fast forward. You're back from a long shift of not dying (you tripped, a ladder fell, long story), and you’re practically vibrating with excitement over your latest Lumiere sighting. So you do the most obvious thing: call your bestie to fangirl.

You're pacing in the hallway, phone pressed to your ear, animatedly relaying every detail ("I swear, his cape glowed when the sun hit it—no, I'm not exaggerating! And then he caught me—like, full-on princess-style caught me, I thought I was gonna die, but no, he just—ugh, the way he looked down at me, I swear—") when the elevator finally dings and the doors glide open.

That’s when you notice him.

You falter mid-sentence. “Hold on, I think my neighbor wants to murder me with his eyes.”

Xavier doesn’t even blink.

He’s standing a few feet away, waiting to get past you into the hallway, staring like you’ve personally offended his ancestors. As your words trail off, he levels you with the kind of look usually reserved for gum on expensive shoes.

You lower the phone slightly. “Uh…hi?”

Nothing. Just a sharp exhale through the nose and that judgmental, soul-piercing stink eye like you’re the human equivalent of elevator Muzak.

The man is wearing a plain white hoodie and sweatpants like he walked out of a moody fitness ad, and yet he exudes the same intensity as someone plotting world domination—or at the very least, filing a very strongly-worded HOA complaint.

You step aside as he brushes past, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “loud.” The nerve.

Okay then.

You resume your call, lowering your voice only slightly. “I don’t know what this guy’s deal is. I’m not that loud. Maybe he’s allergic to joy?” Okay, maybe your voice carries, but you’re excited! You could’ve died! Again! Some people journal. Some people drink. You cope with high-volume storytelling and minor public disturbances.

And you’re just about to get over it when something weird happens. Just for a second, Xavier's hoodie sleeve slips up as he adjusts the grocery bag in his hand.

There’s a flicker of something silver peeking out from under the fabric. Thin, intricate. Almost…mask-like?

Wait.

No.

It can’t be.

Can it?

[fishymom-art]

I do wonder how is Bill when it comes to memory gun? He almost died and I assume when to semi-prison therapy because of it. Is he alr with it? Does he hate it? Is he afraid?

Uuhhh…. Well, it could’ve been worse, right?

[chaotictoasterstrudel]

Here’s a headcanon I have for Apollo

When the Olympian’s have to have a meeting they all have to talk one after the other and cannot interrupt each other. Zeus has made it a rule.

The reason?

Whenever someone lies Apollo, who is always shining light, stops shining for a little bit.

Zeus ended up finding this out and began using Apollo as a lie detector.

So now the gods make sure to be careful and not get too personal. The best way to keep your secrets is to keep them to yourself.

Artemis learned this from Apollo and told every god because Apollo just wants to go back to riding his chariot while he writes songs and poems.

Everyone try’s to stay out of trouble with Zeus because they don’t want to deal with his anger and Apollo has a book that he puts a tally in for every time he has to be called in to play lie detector and when Summer comes it the amount of tally’s a god gets is the amount of hot days they will get in their region and if it’s more days then should be warm then they get doubled up on to other summer days and make them hotter.

They have been doing good for a while at the beginning but over the years it has gotten so bad that summers are now almost always extremely hot.

It’s climate change and Apollo being called into interrogations to play lie detector. 

[didderd]

plot twist: th bunny is fell sans

[pizzycrisisline]

Posting late but here's bunnydoll Easter bc I couldn't NOT ....,

[dizzieskizze]

Valentine's day Clones Art from 2024. Zohakuten is not having it.

[cinthgarden]

Nisekao by Yama but it’s Sunday

[trashideas]

Exploration of Jin-woo’s loss of emotions.

The only emotion he doesn't lose is the love for his family?

Or is that a lie?

Is he hyperfocusing on keeping his family safe to say that he still feels love?

In which, Jin-woo loses all emotions, but he still cares. Or at least, he wants to.

When he comes home late at night, he doesn't expect Jin-ah’s worried figure pacing the halls. He doesn't expect when she comes up to punch his shoulder, only to reel back with a, “Ugh, you stupid Hunters!”

“Did I do something wrong?” his head tilts as he takes in the view of their cleaned apartment. Nothing was amiss.

She looks at him, stunned. “Its 4 in the morning. You left two days ago.”

The fridge was stocked before he left. Nothing was set to expire, he double checked. He told her he would be leaving for a while. None of his soldiers indicated that something happened.

So what was the problem?

“You really don't understand, do you? Or are you just fucking with me?”

“Don’t swear…” he finds himself saying. Mother wouldn't want her to swear. “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Today?” she scoffs, “Yes. I do have school. And you need to start texting me more.”

He texts her often. More often than anyone else. “I’m a bit confused. Why are you so upset with me?”

Jin-ah gives him a strange look. Her eyes are glistening with tears. Was she about to cry? What did do?

“You can't just… leave like that for so long. Especially with no contact. I thought- I thought,” she takes in a stuttering breath, refusing to let tears fall, “I didn't know if you were coming back. I didn’t know if you up and died somewhere or if you… left.”

Oh. So like father. “Jin-ah, I would never do that. I just got sidetracked was all.”

“That’s it? That’s your apology?”

What was there to apologize for? Ugh. This is why he prefers fighting. At least then-

At least then he wouldn't have to deal with emotions. The thing he is currently not feeling.

Oh.

Oh he hadn't expected the system to affect him so deeply. It was supposed to just be a way to get stronger. A way to protect himself. A way to get money for food, rent, and Jin-ah’s college.

It wasn't supposed to change him.

“Jin-ah,” he starts.

“No,” she interrupts him, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” she trods off into her room.

“…Goodnight,” he says after her door has been slammed shut.

She never slammed doors.

And he never did this.

He cringed. He would text her more often. But about what?

He retreats into his room. The only thing that could beat him was his own sister, after all. The house feels colder somehow. Maybe she forgot to turn the heat on? For some reason, he doesn’t think that's quite right.

He shuts his door gingerly. His phone feels heavy in his pocket.

[Jin-woo: I’m sorry.]

[shortbcofkoffee]

There's two of him. Sitting face to face in comfy cushioned armchairs. Tim doesn't know what he's doing here or how he got here. But he had an idea.

"We're awful people," he says to the... clone? Other? Whatever this was.

"Why? Just because we have a pension for procrastination?"

"Because we have more opportunities than others. And we squander them just so we can complain to ourselves later."

The other Tim tilted his head. "Is that what we're doing? I don't think it's just so we can complain. I don't know why we procrastinate but it can't be that."

"What else could it be? We’re the best at wallowing in self-pity."

The other Tim almost laughed. "Bruce is much better at that."

"What does that matter? My point stands, we're privileged and we never use that privilege for any good. We ignore it until it's too late."

"Well if you word it that way, we doing like the type of billionaire that hordes wealth. We help people. We want to help people. That's what we're using our privilege for."

"I dropped out of school and still became a CEO. Jason never got that choice."

"That's a stupid comparison and you know it."

"It still happened."

"Your circumstances are completely different. Jason never got a choice because he died. You dropped out because someone needed your help. That wasn't selfish. Becoming a CEO was also to help. Nothing stops us from helping people." He smiled gently.

"We're selfish in our motivations."

"Wanting Bruce not to kill himself or others is selfish? That why all this started."

"We were his stalker. We just wanted to keep our entertainment alive."

"Neither of us even almost believe that."

They were both silent. Tim's jaw tightened. Other Tim spoke again.

"Are we selfish for being with Steph during her pregnancy?"

"I almost missed the birth," Tim frowned.

"But we didn't. And we may not be dating anymore, but we still love her. She's one of the most important people in our life."

"We fight all the time."

"Everyone in our family fights all the time. That's a different problem and it doesn't effect how much we love each other," he waved a hand dismissively.

"I've killed people," Tim said through gritted teeth.

"So has Cass. Is she a bad person? Damian? Dick?"

"That's different. Cass and Damian were raised that way. Dick killed the Joker. I killed people who didn't deserve it."

"Who, Lady Shiva? We resuscitated her right away. And if you're talking about the LOA bases, they're assassins. They've killed plenty of people. They certainly didn't deserve to die but saying that they were innocent is simply untrue."

"That would make Damian and Cass bad people too." He finally caught his other in their argument.

"I never said they were innocent. I just said they weren't bad people. We can't judge them for the lives they took."

"There were definitely people our age, younger, in the League when we blew it up."

"Was that selfish, though? It is an international terrorist organization. Someone would have to do something eventually. And basically everyone made it out of the one at the cradle alive, who's to say no one made it out of the others?"

"Even if we believed in killing, those weren't our lives to take. The League hadn't wronged us, Ra's was even helping befo-"

"Don't. Even finish that thought. That's such fucking bull."

They glared at each other.

"Okay," Tim said. "You're right. But that doesn't change the root of the problem. We're a bad person."

"Only because you want us to be. We know way more, way worse people. And don't bring up selfishness again, even if we're being selfish, we're still helping people. We've saved enough lives to make up for whatever selfishness we may have."

"It'll never be enough."

The other Tim just stared. "You're a pain. If you don't want to accept you're not a bad person, that's okay. But I don't want to talk to you anymore. Not about this."

.

Tim jolted awake in the same comfy chair from the dream. Dinah was across from him in the other chair.

"How was that? Did it work?" She smiled expectantly.

Tim grimaced. Yes, it worked. But it was awful. He didn't want to do this ever again, he never wanted to face himself ever again.

"It was a little too intense, maybe. I'd hold off on using it for now."

Dinah frowned. He was being selfish again. This could help people, he was just putting off using this as long as possible.

"Are you okay?"

Tim stood up. "I'm fine."

[saintsunn]

People keep forgetting this but jason was SHORT before the pit, like he was 5'2 (157cm) or something. Not only that but he was also very skinny with little muscle mass because of all the muscular atrophy. So I don't know why everyone keeps writing a Jason who never died like a really tall guy with a bunch of muscle. I totally think he would be like YJ!Jason Todd.

[kalesaladd]

referring to dew as “dip dop” from now on

no reason i just like it

[igotathingforwolverine]

⭐️Logan Begrudingly Letting You Pamper Him: 616 Worst!Logan⭐️

How He Got Here:

You were doing a Self Care Day.

Logan had no idea what that meant but Wade does . “oooo Peanut Self Care is ALL the rage. Vanessa has to do it, ya know stripper gotta look good.” The Merc’ with the Mouth says.

Logan all Masculine Lumberjack: “that sounds dumb.”

He don’t need no self care! HE takes care of others not the other way around!! Damn it.

So how the fuck did he wind up in a bath tub with something called ‘Pine and Cedar’ smelling bath oil, his hair slicked back with warm tones of some kinda earthy leather brand of male leave in conditioner. With you running fingers in his beard with oil and cleanser and beard balm.

And why does he like it….

You and Wade while you work on scrubbing under his nails perched on the edge of the tub as Wade watches trying so hard not to squee.

Logan up to his slutty pecs in bubbles: “gimme the booze”

Who wants Part 2? LOL

[tehcherrya]

"We" Smeagol always spoke of himself, through never having anyone else to speak to...

Very often I think of the hobbit of the river-folk whose life was cast into darkness (both literally and metaphorically)

Alt. versions can be found below!

[impcr3atur3]

au where instead of being absorbed into the light of the universe, lux is instead defeated by somehow being trapped on his own film reel, forcing him to play the part of mr. ring-a-ding in the desperate hope that he gets another chance at a physical body