#GOD WHY IS THIS ADORABLE?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[elpida]

It tormented her that she wasn't sure if them being friends or, best buddies... was both compliment and insult.. She felt like jabbing at him that you don't go getting hard for your friends, you don't sit there enjoying their hips in your hands or their breath on your lips. There was an inward demon, nagging at her to make bitter comments that she was just a cherished friend. Yet if she were to weigh it in both hands, what would she say he was? If he asked.. she'd say he was a friend, a prospect, a delicious game.

"Next time you get hard for me... you should just ask for my help with it." to the point as she always was. "Do brothels still exist?" heavens at this rate it might be her the one to end John by giving him a heart attack. "You'd think that in modern day they'd have a... the reverse of a brothel, something that offers up men, you know?" she hummed at the prospect. "Do you really not like me.. being that close? It confuses me because you get red faced but... it's like your body wants me, and your hands.. and yet you hold back." Eris paused, her hands toying with the wind mirror idly. She liked having something for her hands to do. "Is it because of what I am? If I were human... would that be an improvement?" she was not self conscious as she appeared, and she was the rarity of demons. Some of them appeared as monsters, hellish beings but not her, Eris was the most desirable demon they had.

"You won't leave me, that sounds like you'd chose to have your soul owned by me if you were given the choice John... wouldn't every human selfishly pick heaven over hell?" she liked to watch him drive. That's what she was doing now, watching him drive to the store and come out with a whole armful of sweet treats and ice cream. It was cold, enough that she seemed to jump at the sensation at first and then quietly giggle about it.

The ocean, the view.. in that quick smoke she was perched there on the cars front, her eyes adoring the ocean view and the setting sun. "I never got to do this with human eyes." she still wore the sunglasses, they really did help protect her darkness prone eyes. "I never lived close enough to the ocean to get there by horse, we had a lake... but it wasn't the same as this it's..." she took a slow deep breath, smelling the salt from the ocean in the air, the freshness it created. The wind was blowing into her hair, auburn tendrils catching every golden ray of the setting sun. This was golden our but she was the most golden thing on that horizon. "I would've liked it, to live by the sea like this.." she commented with a gentle hum as her fingers offered out his ice cream and fought with the wrapper of hers. "So they have flavours? It isn't just one?" considering that Eris loved fruit, strawberry was a safe place to start. After the first taste her eyes practically lit up, this joy on her face. She had never tried anything like it, cold yet delicious. "I can just eat this, whenever I want?!" she was overjoyed with that, and she seemed happy discovering that there were things in the world that she could enjoy again, things that weren't... all bad, things when she was by Johns side. "Can we do this? Even when you're old? I'll learn to drive by then, I'll bring us right back here."

"wha- what?" John is left speechless when she so openly tells him she can feel his hardness "Jesus, you shouldn't talk about it like that!" he groans in frustration, bringing a hand up to rub over his face.. the situation couldn't get any more awkward, Eris sitting on his lap and announcing out loud that John obviously is hard, saying it so blunt that leaves John a blushing mess. he strikes the side of her thigh gently, as to warn her when she asks if he wants her to stop squirming "it won't stop you at all, so what change-" he's cut when Eris leans down in his space, her lips only few inches apart, so close that he can feel her heat, the vibrate of her body, how easy it'll be for him to just.. lean in and kiss her.. Her hands feeling icy cold on her hot skin, sending a ripple through his body, he feels exposed, open and defenseless under her, the sharp tip of her nails scratching on his skin, heart pounding in his chest and suddenly his whole body feeling like wires, millions, millions of them all over like a system of webs and she pulls the strings beautifully, artistically playing with the cord holding him up, John can't help the small moan that leaves him when she puts a little more pressure on the tense muscle in his shoulders, shuddering with the ecstasy of it and oh boy you better believe me when I tell you creatures from the hell got lovely tricks in their sleeves, as long as John is concerned, Eris can make a man reach his peak by a mere touch of hers and John is left in awe that why she keeps bothered by following worthless men like him around while she can rule with being a succubus. his own hands come up to wrap fingers around her forearm, gently, slowly.. as if not to startle her. She had him in that mesmerizing bubble a second and next she was gone, asking something about the ice cream and he's still in that daze that he can't work his tongue to answer her. what she says next leaves him with no words "maybe I just love what is mine.. and I want you to feel cherished because.." he frowns, balancing the next words in his mouth because I love you and care about you? "we're friends, no? best buddies forever if you put it that way, since I won't leave you even after the death" he smiles, and it barely reaches his eyes why the thing that never bothered me before now tends to be the most hurtful thing I've ever imagined? what happened that made me want more time? more.. I'm not finished with this life. that voice inside his head laughs, like the answer is something obvious.. can't you see, idiot? you want a life with her! look at you, being a sappy romantic you never thought you'll be. "yeah.. ice cream.." and he pretends he isn't mourning the comfort of her weight over his lap. He buys ice creams and cupcakes on their way and shoves all the items in Eris's arms when he drives. "we can uh.. I know just the place- dammit, I've been here before but just.. ohh, there it is!" the place is near the seashore, some hills with tall bushes that he parks the car behind them, sun is starting to kiss the ocean surface in distance. "found it when we were driving back from a meeting outside of the town.. ain't it beautiful?" he hops off of the car and rounds it to open the door for Eris, helping her stepping out of the car. "we can sit on the car's hood and watch the sunset."

[p4nishers]

[thru tears] yah the fifth elephant was nicq

[notbecauseofvictories]

I've seen that "the immortal loses their loved one but not their loved one's family; what if the immortal stayed close, followed them down the generations?" post a dozen times, and I understand it's intended to be sweet---but every single time I see it, all I can think is that it's straight-up the beginning of a horror story.

[ginevrapng]

imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.

one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.

a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."

"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.

[mikaikaika]

CHAYANNE MY BELOVED

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

-

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

-

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

-

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 237

“Wait, so, Captain Marvel is like, three?” 

Said hero pauses as he nearly passes by a cracked door, creeping slightly closer despite it being more than a little rude to eavesdrop. All of the gods were insistent, which he could say no to, but Billy was giving him the equivalent of puppy eyes, which they all knew he was weak to. 

He? They? Marvel was technically an amalgamation of the past champions, currently split between six beings, though nowhere near equally. Billy was and would be the chosen champion- pure of heart to be able to resist the Gods’ bullshit- but he had chosen a team himself, which honestly Marvel approved. 

“What the fuck do you mean by that, Hal?” 

He didn’t move from the corner, head tilting slightly at Green Lantern’s and Green Arrow’s words. Billy, not physically there, not really, wiggled down from his shoulder, passing through the wall like a ghost invisible to all but him. 

Well, him and the Gods, but Mercury’s words were muffled, nearly silenced by Solomon at the moment, so he was probably attempting to wax poetic about Flash again in a way that little ears shouldn’t hear. 

“I mean, Marvel mentioned he was created three years ago, right?” 

Ah. Marvel had meant that the newest Champion had been chosen, but well, he supposed that the team didn’t have all the information, as Solomon pointed out. And he was pretty sure that Billy was mostly in control at that point- it could get confusing with the hive-mind but not-hive-mind. It was hard to explain to those not apart of it. 

But they had to go now, Fawcett called, and it wasn’t like Billy could leave it for long. Chances were nothing would come from this anyway. 

…

Why does this feel like the intervention videos Billy showed them all. 

[locallegion]

Movie Bowser in the wedding suit is peak character design

[darlingpeasant]

It’s the look of awe, disbelief, desire and love, the sparkle in her eyes, the pure feeling of warmth and safety in that moment. It just makes you feel SO MANY feelings 🥹

[feralnumberfive]

What did they do to my boy 😭

Why does he look.....naked?

Why does Toothless, an all black Night Fury, have pink skin?

Where are the large scales on his face?

Why are his eyes so far forward?

Why is his head so large?

Why did they feel the need to make a live action HTTYD?

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Excuse me but the idea of MC and Xav sitting on their respective balconies and texting each other The Tea while people watching in their neighborhood is both so silly and so endearing to me.

So let's go on a small adventure, shall we?

Warnings: None.

Just fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.

The late morning sun was already warming you through the windows of your tiny apartment before you'd even stepped foot outside. It was finally mid-spring in Linkon, which meant you could enjoy your late breakfast on the patio without having to worry about a stray chill or errant frost dampening your weekly Saturday 'brunch' plans.

Opening the patio door with your granola bar in one hand and phone in the other, you settle into the cushioned bench that overlooked your apartment courtyard and took a deep breath. Sometimes it felt like winter was neverending in Linkon, but you could finally feel the tension of the gripping cold that had settled in your bones start to slowly bleed from you.

After getting comfortable, you finally pulled out your phone, and quickly found your brunch 'date's' contact info, sending him the customary "Get up it's people watching hour" text.

[Hey Xav, you up? I'm already on my balcony?]

It doesn't take long for his reply. This has been your weekly tradition for a few months now. Ever since you had both just so happened to see that kid getting dragged down the street by the monstrous hound, it had become something of a... habit for the two of you to text each other the funny happenings on your street when you were home. Not that either of you were particularly prone to gossip, but the simple domesticity of it was oddly comforting after a long week of getting slogged on by wanderers.

[Yeah I'm up. Give me a sec]

The soft ping of your notification broke the peace, followed shortly by the shuffling of his patio door sliding open from above you. Sure, you could simply call out and greet him, as the acoustics out here are great and the soundproofing is atrocious, but the silence is cozy, and the atmosphere almost feels magical. This is your ritual, after all.

It's a bit like a storybook scene, you think, the two of you sharing a moment in time together yet still separated by some outside force. Maybe it was silly, but the fabricated longing almost made it feel romantic in a way that you're sure your neighbor would find ridiculous.

When you hear his footsteps above you come to a halt, you immediately notice something in particular is missing, however.

[You forgot your coffee Xav. Are you gonna be able to stay awake?]

[How could U tell?]

[I didn't smell any burning 🤭🔥]

He doesn't reply, but you can hear the huff he makes over the railing as his footsteps retreat, fading behind the sliding door once again. You don't even try to hold back the laughter his reaction elicits from you, hopeful the concrete carries it to him easily.

When he finally does reemerge, faint smell of bitter charred beans on the wind, his phone is already buzzing with the morning's newest additions to your people watching portfolios.

An older man you'd long ago dubbed "Green Thumb" who liked to frequent the flower garden outside your apartment complex was already taking photos of the new stargazer lily blossoms that had just opened this morning. So enamored by the vibrant petals, he didn't even seem to notice the couple he'd backed into who'd happened to spill their groceries all over the sidewalk. You heard Xavier call "Watch out!" From above you when he'd recognized the impending impact, but at your distance, it was no use.

[That was nice of you Xav. Too bad it didn't help 🫠]

[I can't believe they didn't see Green Thumb. He was so hard to miss. Even when Ur distracted U still see better]

[HEY! I'm not the one who sleep walks! 💀]

[And yet I'm always there to guard Ur back partner]

He's right of course, though you're not going to tell him. Xavier likes to play the part of a soft and harmless little thing, but it doesn't take much to stoke the hunter into burning hotter than you intended. His evol might be light, but you know better than anyone that light, under careful concentration, can start a blazing fire if you're not mindful. His teasing isn't ever harmful though, so instead you decide to simply poke the bear.

[Only because I'm starting to suspect you like it back there]

The distinct sound of a phone accidentally hitting the concrete marks the end of that thread.

Its not long before another of your regulars, pair of young kids Xavier had called the Trouble Twins arrived on scene. Aptly named for the number of times their poor mother has chastised them for chasing the ducks and picking the flowers, the siblings were quite the rambunctious duo. Today they seem to be a few steps ahead of their vigilant mother, rushing into the park with high-pitched hollers and improvised swords made of small branches they'd found. Today's unfortunate conquest seemed to be the pigeons that were being fed by the local grannies.

[They look like a pair of knights today don't they?]

[Knights? Don't knights usually protect people?]

[Maybe they're protecting us from the pigeons]

[Xavier those old ladies look pretty mad idk. That one even tried to chase the boy and almost caught him!]

The pause in messages was punctuated by his soft laughter above you, carried on the spring breeze. It was so warm, so genuine, so comfortable. You didn't need a mirror to feel the heat bloom in your cheeks; the overwhelming sensation of ardor flooding you at the the very sound.

[You're right. He needs more training. A good Knight should never be caught by an old lady]

[.... I don't think that's the message here Xav]

The rest of your morning goes back and forth like this for another hour. Watching your favorite people pass by, concocting new and interesting stories for them as they pass your balconies. Xavier has very interesting and oddly insightful opinions on those around him, considering you don't really recall seeing him with many friends. None the less, his company and companionship on your balconies has easily become your favorite part of the week. The only noises between you are the laughter that passes back and forth as the texts volley from one to another.

Finally, as the afternoon sun starts to become an uncomfortable heat, your phone chimes once more.

[I'm getting kind of hungry]

[Oh good. You're warning me this time. Thanks!]

[What?]

[No. I was going to ask if U wanted to go to lunch. With me, I mean?]

And just like that, the storybook was snapping shut. No longer a fragment lost in time where two people gazed at the same scene together from two separate places, but a tangible moment you could step into. Something intimate and real.

Perhaps you stayed in this thought a moment too long, or your silence below him made him second guess himself, as the chime of your phone snapped you out of your daze again.

[I didn't mean to impose if U have plans]

[I know it's Ur day off too]

Fumbling with the suddenly slippery device, softly cursing, and praying he didn't hear, you quickly hammer out the only thing that's been playing in your head on repeat-

[Yes absolutely! I'd love to grab some lunch I'm starving]

[Meet me downstairs in 30?]

[hakucho-art]

I trust in kaneki's capability to learn absolutely everything from books

[teehee-vibes]

Finally started listening to Riptide, new hyperfixation just dropped