#Crossover confession

[transformersconfessions]

My hot take is that there have been too many Transformers / G.I. Joe crossovers and not enough Transformers / Jem crossovers. (I say this as someone who loves G.I. Joe.)

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[cutely-inserts-my-opinion]

Guys hear me out on .GIFfany from Gravity Falls x Hatsune Miku/The fangirl does TSAMS fandom like cross ships and or rarepairs

CHAT WAIT OH MY GOD THEYRE COOKING. YOU ARE SO RIGHT ANON

The mutual toxicity bro- sjsnsus

[raliciel]

A man in his thirties and his favorite job is beating kids

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

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Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Is Starscream the best big brother? No. Is he trying his best? Uhh, sometimes?

[dmmdconfessions]

[Image text: wish there was epic rap battles for yaoi like EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! AOBA. VS EIDENNNNN!??!?!!?? BEGIN.]

[romantacysblog]

Joe Goldberg | Smut

You walked through the door, your body aching with the weight of a long, stressful day. Your mind was a whirlwind of worries and tasks, but as soon as you saw Joe standing in the kitchen, his eyes softened with concern and desire. He could read you like an open book, and tonight, he saw the exhaustion and tension written all over your face.

" Rough day, huh?" he asked, setting down the glass he was drying and walking towards you. His voice was a low rumble, a comforting sound that immediately started to melt away your stress.

You nodded, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek. "Yeah, it was a nightmare."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I've got you. Let me take care of you."

You felt a familiar hunger stir in your belly, a need that only Joe could satisfy. He led you to the bedroom, his hand never leaving yours, grounding you, making you feel safe and desired.

As you reached the bedroom, he turned to face you, his eyes dark with intent. "Tell me what you need," he said, his voice a commanding whisper.

You bit your lip, considering his offer. "I need you to fuck me like you're in debt to my body," you said, your voice steady and sure. "I need you to rail this stress out of me."

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "With pleasure," he murmured, beginning to undress you slowly, deliberately, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

He took his time, kissing every inch of skin he exposed, his hands roaming your body with a familiarity that made you ache with need. By the time you were naked, you were already dripping wet, your body begging for his touch.

Joe pushed you gently onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his own clothes. You drank in the sight of him, his muscular body on display, his cock hard and ready for you.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your hips already bucking against him, seeking friction, seeking relief.

Joe chuckled low in his throat, pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your neck, your collarbone, your sternum. He took his time, teasing you, tasting you, his tongue swirling around your nipples, making you arch off the bed with a cry.

He continued his torment, kissing his way down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button, making you squirm. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust and something more profound. "I love you," he said, his voice a low growl. "I love taking care of you. I love making you feel good."

You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him up to kiss you briefly before pushing him back down. "Prove it," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

He returned the smirk, a promise in his eyes. "Oh, I will."

He continued his journey south, kissing and licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, opening you up to him, exposing you to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, a groan escaping his lips.

"Fuck, you smell good," he murmured, before diving in, his tongue licking up your slit, tasting you, devouring you.

You cried out, your hips bucking against his face, your hands fisting the sheets as he brought you to the brink of orgasm with his skilled tongue. He could feel it in your body, hear it in your moans, see it in your eyes—you were close, so fucking close.

But he pulled back, a cruel, knowing smile on his face. "Not yet, my love," he said, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh. "I want to hear you beg."

You whimpered, your body aching with need. "Please, Joe. Please let me come," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

He chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. "Please what? Please fuck you? Please make you come? Be specific."

"Please make me come with your tongue," you demanded, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm.

He smiled, a slow, evil smile. "As you wish."

He dove back in, his tongue working you relentlessly, bringing you to the edge once more. This time, he didn't stop, didn't tease, didn't torture. He sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm tearing through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

But Joe wasn't done. He continued to lick and suck and fuck you with his tongue, drawing out your orgasm, making you scream and sob and beg for mercy. He only pulled away when your body was limp and spent, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He crawled up your body, a satisfied smile on his face. "Feel better?" he asked, his eyes soft with love and concern.

You nodded, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Much. Thank you."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."

But you could see the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, not taking what he needed. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand.

He groaned, his head falling back. "You don't have to—" he started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"I want to," you murmured against his lips. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

You pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips, his cock pressing against your entrance. You took him in slowly, inch by inch, your body stretching to accommodate him, your eyes locked on his the entire time.

He groaned, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck, you feel good," he ground out, his teeth clenched, his body tense with the effort of holding back.

You leaned down, capturing his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss as you began to ride him, your hips rolling, your body taking him deeper and deeper. He met your movements, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, their bodies slapping together, the room filling with the sounds of their passionate love-making.

You could feel your orgasm building, a coiling tension in your core, a spark of electricity at the base of your spine. Joe could feel it too, could see it in your eyes, hear it in your moans. He sat up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as he took control, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his body slamming into yours, chasing your orgasm, urging it on.

"Come for me, baby," he growled in your ear, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Let me feel that tight little cunt milk my cock."

And you did. You came undone, your body convulsing, your nails digging into his back, your scream of pleasure filling the room as you shattered in his arms. He held you tight, his body still moving, still chasing his own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside you, his release filling you, his groan of pleasure a low, guttural sound in your ear. He collapsed back onto the bed, taking you with him, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

You lay on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, your body boneless and spent, your mind finally quiet and at peace. Joe stroked your hair, his touch gentle and soothing, his love for you a palpable force surrounding you, protecting you, cherishing you.

"I love you," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest.

He tightened his arms around you, holding you close. "I love you too, my dear. More than words can express. Always and forever."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what life threw at you, you could face it together. Because Joe would always be there, supporting you, loving you, pleasing you in every way imaginable. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[rwby-confess]

Confession #812

[mishavoltaire]

curiosity

[irongiant-9000]

My Confession to why I choose Knightshade.

Well... this had to get explained sooner or later...

I guess I want to get this off my chest as to why I push these two so hard...

I know that Jaune and Blake don't really talk in canon. I know that they barely interact at all in the show, and the fact that I ship them at all is just plain crack.

But... for some reason I can't help it. Maybe its just my ignorance, or hell it could be that I am honestly not really a RWBY fan in terms of the show. I truly am an outsider looking because funny enough Fanfiction is what pushed me towards these two.

I just don't really care for canon when it comes to those two. It seems silly, but I just love a knight and ninja dynamic and these two just fit the bill in my opinion and my storytelling brain just tells me to but these two in a relationship. One feels cynical and dreary, while the other one is full of positivity when it comes to their emotions.

They both put themselves down when it comes to letting down their teams, and I just love the idea of them bonding over not only heavy topics like their family issues and the like when it comes to confidence and pushing forward, but maybe even goofy writing prompts like reading materials or food related shenanigans. I know that could be anyone with Jaune and Blake, but I guess I see them both most of all when it comes down to it.

My heart and mind can't help but think that if these two were in a different show or more of an adventure anime as main characters, they would be love interest with their conflicting personalities or how their dynamic would just flow like water. I don't mean to dog Bumblebee or Arkos, but this just something I feel in my heart.

I guess... I just love the clashing colors of the wonderful Knightshade... and I just can't let go...

Its why I asked for those commission from Sesh and Mc, I just think a cat ninja girl and a blond dorky knight was what did it for me.

So yeah... I don't really care to get judged by others for liking these two... I just think the dynamic works, and I can't help but defend my position on these two.

I don't mean to ruffle feathers, I just wanted to explain why I do what I do.

[transformersconfessions]

I desperately need a Transformers x Star Trek: Next Gen crossover fic someone anyone please—

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[oneblorboatatime]

I must confess something.

11-year-old me was deep into Super Smash Bros. I liked shipping characters. I didn't actually play the game. I only paused it constantly to create "photoshoots" of my favorite pairings.

[lonely-moon-artist-blog]

Eheheheee

Stabby and Typegingi but eerrm WITH A TWIIIIST.

Yes i played Slay the princess and.. Guys.

HEAR ME OUT.

THE VOICE OF OPPORTUNIST IS SOOOO STABBY CODED FOR ME IM BEING FOR REAL WITH YOU HERE.

[confessions-sm]

same person, different universe

yes I’m summoning the Dandy’s World fandom with this one 💥💥💥

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[ultrakill-confessions]

Hellooooo I am also a sky player V1 would walk up to people and honk relentlessly at them and then walk away without lighting their candle.

Also I think it’d enjoy the instruments play your music strange bug

Should I make skykid designs for the Ultrakill characters?

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