#I just know he was absolutely shitting himself

[yoitsjay]

not to be a fucking freak but last kinky ask got me going crazyy. i have huge daddy issues/daddy kink and all i can imagine is jason (hell maybe even dick or bruce) but esp after jays blurb (HAVING ME GO FERALL) is him just having your back to his chest arching as he uses his arms to flex and put you in a chokehold with two or three of his fingers in your drooling mouth while he just absolutely POUNDS up into you from behind, whispering just the nastiest shit ever. the choking goes both ways i think, tbh. maybe if he’s real mean he either is holding or even just tied a vibrator to you or in your other hole… sigh..

I got you babes

Release

Summary: long night on patrol, even longer night in bed.

Warnings: rough sex, anal, daddy kink, spit, drool, choking with fingers, vibrator, overstim.

A/n: this one's a bit short cuz it's porn without plot so- your welcome!

plap! plap! plap!

“That's it babygirl, scream daddy’s name”

Maybe it had been a long night. Jason had been texting you periodically through the night to let you know when he should be home, and to not wait for him if you were tired… But then his texts started getting slower, and you could tell patrol was getting more and more frustrating for him.

You wanted to wait for him, though that might've been a mistake…

well, now you definitely didn't think so… but in the morning you would definitely wish you had just gone to bed.

Sweat and spit dripped down your body as Jason pressed up into you from behind, one muscular arm wrapped around the back of your knees, keeping you suspended in air while his other arm was secured around your chest, three of his fingers shoved down your throat, which caused most of the spit spilling down your chest from having your mouth pried open by his fingers.

His cock was absolutely demolishing your ass, while one of your little vibrators was shoved up your cunt, and turned up to the highest setting.

You were crying and moaning and dripping within minutes of him having his hands on you, your head thrown back in ecstasy against his shoulder. His lips and nose were pressed into the side of your face, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered the nastiest words into it, his hot breath fanning against your face as he continued to pound into your ass.

You long stopped coherently speaking, or listening, just nodding your head to whatever words he said as pleasure overwhelmed you.

you were so close to the edge, and he knew you just needed contact in one specific area in order for you to cum.

You slobbered around his fingers as you moaned loudly, your body bouncing roughly with every thrust.

he then removed his fingers from your mouth, and instead roughly shoved you down onto your stomach, his cock still inside you as he gripped your hip with one hand, keeping your hips suspended in air, his other hand pressed down on your head, shoving your face into the mattress as he railed his hips into you impossibly harder.

“You wanna cum? yeah? that what you want? huh? you wanna cum around daddy’s cock?”

another loud moan, pornographic, music to his fucking ears.

suddenly his hand shifted down, and made contact with your clit.

The pounding, vibrations, the cut off airflow of your head being shoved into the blankets, and the way he circled his fingers against your clit just did it.

it ended you.

Jason felt your body tense up as you let out a scream, a genuine scream, like bloody fucking murder (though he knew otherwise) as you clenched around him like a vice.

He groaned, pumping into you one, two times before he buried himself as deep as he could go, and painted your hole with his thick, hot cum.

the room now was silent, minus the sounds of yours, and Jason’s ragged panting as he fell limp on top of you.

You felt him softening inside you, and you let out a low groan, which snapped him out of his little post nut haze, and he pushed himself off of you, sliding out of you, only to slide his hands to your ass and spread your cheeks wide open as he licked his lip, watching as his cum leaked from your ass.

Then you felt his tongue, and your whole body jerked as you hoarsely cried his name. “Jason!-”

“Hold on babygirl, daddy’s cleaning you up.”

and boy did he…

After a few hours, a warm shower, and some food. You laid curled up in your lovers arms, exhausted from that night's activities. It was well into the early morning now, and your eyes were beginning to droop closed.

“Sorry for being so rough babygirl… I needed it…”

“mhmm…”

“Want a hot bath when you wake up next?”

“mhmmm”

“Okay babygirl, I gotcha, get some rest now.”

Tag list:

All: @only-my-unexistent-fiances @francesfarhadi

Batfam:

Jason Todd Smut: @ilaiise

[fast-burn]

sloppy seconds, landoscar + mark webber or tbh whoever

yeah i'm Down To Clown with mark webber being in this!!

kink list here

XXX

"No way," Lando blurts when he shoves his hand down the back of Oscar's shorts and finds him already hot, wet, and open. "Did you start without me?"

"Something like that," Oscar demurs, eyes flicking down and away. Lando wonders, not for the first time, what the fuck is up with his long, light brown eyelashes. Every time he looks at them fluttering against the thin, lilac skin below Oscar's eyes, it's like mental. He has girl eyelashes, honest.

"Couldn't wait, huh?" Asks Lando because he really can't stop to ponder how pretty Oscar is when he's got his middle two fingers hooked right into Oscar's bum.

Oscar kisses him instead of answering, which is alright actually. Lando likes making out more than actual sex sometimes. When you're kissing someone they usually hold you close, all snuggly, so it's double the niceness. Lando licks Oscar's tongue and behind his teeth, and uses his hand snagged in Oscar's arse to pull their groins flush together. It's absolutely mint. Lando could stay like this forever, except he does kind of want to get off. His cock is throbbing in his sweatpants, eager up against the solid line of Oscar's erection.

Lando wiggles his fingers inside Oscar, sort of digging around in there. He's really wet. It's some weird kind of lube, a different texture than Oscar's usual. Lando breaks their kiss and pulls his fingers out, curious.

It's definitely not lube.

"Osc, what is this?" Lando blurts, but it's pretty obvious that it's jizz.

Decently fresh jizz.

"You said it was okay," Oscar says, voice going really quiet, hackles up. Lando hates when he does that. It took forever to get Oscar to relax and be a weirdo around him.

"Yeah, of course it's okay. But I thought we'd maybe talk about it first."

Truth is that Lando wanted to know what kind of blokes Oscar would go for if it was truly open season. There was some competitive part of him that wanted Oscar to go looking for someone supplemental but still come crawling back to Lando, because Lando was the best. He figured Oscar would be into other shy little nerds.

"It came out of the blue, that's all," says Oscar, starting to try and wiggle out of there, so Lando tightens his arm around Oscar's shoulders. "Wasn't much time to run it by you."

"So who was it?"

Oscar goes very still. He looks away again. He mutters something.

"Say again?" Lando asks.

"It was Mark," Oscar confesses, barely above a church mouse whisper.

"Webber?" Lando blurts, makes it sound like Wibbah by accident because he's a cunt and can't help himself.

"Sorry," Oscar mumbles, and Lando kisses him because he can hear the shame, the regret. He never wants Oscar to feel bad about anything unless it's because he came second in the WDC to Lando.

And Lando is kind of upset, but not because Webber is way too old, or because he's Oscar's mentor, or because Webber is not even that hot. Lando's pissed because--technically--Mark is better than Lando. On a purely win-based statistic. So there's only one solution: fuck Webber's come out of Oscar.

"Don't be sorry. It's so hot," Lando lies, because ew he doesn't really want to think about Webber's wrinkly old dick. He's like married. And retired. Gross.

Oscar starts to melt back into Lando's arms. "Yeah? You don't mind?"

"Not if you don't mind me taking my sloppy seconds," Lando says, unbuttoning Oscar's shorts and pushing them down his thighs.

"You're such a perv," Oscar says, wrinkling his cute fucking nose, but Lando can tell that he's not seriously complaining, because he follows up with: "Don't worry about prepping me, mate. You can just slide right in."

Oscar bends over the end of Lando's hotel bed eagerly. He's actually the perfect height for Lando, which is crazy Cinderella's-slipper shit, even if the position is kind of hell on his back and he'll have to slip out of Oscar later to do physio stuff on the floor. Oscar's hole does look used. It's hot pink and swollen. Lando feels another spike of irritation looking at it, so he puckers his lips and spits on it. Oscar shivers.

He's right, though. No prep necessary. Lando thrusts in with hardly any trouble, and Oscar moans, then grunts like Lando heard him once on the massage table, all guttural and loud. Webber's jizz makes a creamy streak up the shaft of Lando's cock when he pulls out. Bad manners, isn't it? To neglect a condom when fucking someone else's man.

Or is Lando fucking Webber's man? Technically Webber had Oscar first, but not like this, Lando is pretty sure. Maybe Webber fucked Oscar because he's jealous that Lando got inside him. Maybe he was all pissed-off because Lando planted his flag in Oscar's hole and took his gay-virginity.

Well, tough shit. Lando is going to be a champion and Webber has one foot in the grave, practically. Lando is going to fuck Oscar just right.

"That feel good?" Lando asks, barely stopping himself from adding baby on the end. They don't do pet-names. That would be a slippery slope for sure.

"Uh-huh," Oscar says. "Feels like you. So good--the best."

Lando might as well be ten feet tall. He's glowing like those big tree-things in Singapore, lit up from the inside and all the way up. Webber's come is smearing around Oscar's hole, Webber is the one who made him all loose, but he's not the one making Oscar groan and whimper now. He's not the one making Oscar say Gonna come Lando, please, please, you're making me come, oh-- Because Lando is the best. Get absolutely wasted, you geriatric old prick.

[hyperfixationhobo]

LADS Headcanons Pt 2!!!

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Wooooo! Part two baby! I’m so happy you guys loved my last headcannon post!!! I hope you like this one as well!!!

Xavier:

. Says wholesome stuff in the most fucked up way possible.

. “I just wanna carve out a hole next to your heart and squeeze in it.”

. “I wanna live in your lungs so I can be the air that you breathe.”

. “The stars look gorgeous in your eyes, I wanna pluck them out and frame them.”

. Says this shit with the most innocent face.

. You made a smiley face on his pancakes once and he refuses to eat them without a smiley face on them.

. Absolutely thinks your mad at him when you don’t put a smiley face on his pancakes.

. Make it a frowny face and he knows he fucked up.

. I read somewhere that he mostly sleeps on his stomach and he most definitely sleeps with his butt semi in the air.

. Mostly it’s from a stray pillow that somehow managed to get under his hips.

Zayne:

. Obsessed with your heart in a wholesome way.

. He’s scared of not finding the cure for you so he constantly tries to feel your heartbeat.

. Hand pressed against your chest, your back, pulse points on your wrist and neck he just wants to make sure it’s beating.

. Let him sleep with his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat and he’ll truly relax.

“Just need to make sure you’re ok.”

. Has chilled sodas with his hands for Xavier.

. Bought those hand warm up bag things once.

. Now a cabinet fully stacked with them.

. Has a ton of onesies hidden somewhere in his closet.

. I think he adores jams, specifically strawberry and peach jams.

Rafayel:

. Much like how I think Zayne’s hand will be naturally cold, Rafayel’s hand would be naturally warm cause y’know, fire.

. Very sensitive when it comes to the cold, always has his studio at like 72 degrees.

. Hates winter just cause of the cold.

. I like to think his legs would be strong as hell.

. “Hey MC! Wanna see me crush a watermelon between my thighs?”

. Solid abs and strong core too cause of how mermaids swim.

. Legs are definitely more sensitive cause he’s used to having a tail and now the sensations are doubled.

. Does that fire trick thing you see where it looks like he breathes fire.

. Has almost burned his hair while doing said trick.

. I personally think that this mermaid boy can’t handle eating oysters.

Sylus:

. Can’t ice skate for shit, always falls on his ass.

. Holds a lot of respect for Zayne since the man is your doctor.

. I think he does little annoying things but isn’t aware of it cause nobody has ever told him.

. Let’s be honest no one wants to go up to this crime overlord and be like “Hey, your finger tapping is annoying can you please stop?”

. Has a very secret soft spot for Rafayel. Will never admit it, in fact he’ll happily chip off his arm to deny it.

. I like to think that Sylus enjoys spoiling those he’s close with and Rafayel most definitely likes being spoiled.

. It works perfectly.

. Walks around in nothing but a towel to grab your attention.

. Such an attention whore.

. Will cough up blood in the middle of a fight and worry that he isn’t at the right angle to make himself look attractive for you.

Bonus: Luke and Kieran!!!:

. Ok so a very personal headcanon about these two bird babies is that they’re actually brown skinned with gray fluffy hair and red eyes. Maybe it’s cause I’m black and I want to see more people of color in the game which I know is very unlikely, but it’s how I like imagining them.

. I like to think that they’re Aro/Ace cause it’s said they can feel whatever the other is feeling and even see out of each others eyes but we’re not given the limit of that ability but we know they can’t just switch it off.

. It’ll be weird that when your twin kisses his partner and you feel it as well. And very very awkward if it goes farther than that.

. They love pulling pranks on MC, much to MC’s dismay.

. They get overstimulated easily, constantly feeling, hearing, and seeing what your twin sees is a lot.

. Sylus bought them noise canceling headphones and weighted blankets to help them through these rough patches.

. Absolutely love cheese burgers. Luke’s likes his without pickles and Kieran likes pickles on his.

. Secretly feed Mephisto tiny bits of human food like fries and popcorn.

. Can’t sleep in separate rooms from one another.

. They were experimented on so it makes since they will feel most safe when they’re able to see the other and know that they’re close.

[papaya-twinks]

International y/n request! Loved the idea!

How about Lan and a Brazilian!reader? She's in London doing her masters on a scholarship (bc girlie is smart) and gets close to Max F.'s Pietra,somehow...

She gets to know Lando, too, and there's undeniable chemistry between them. He feels like he can be himself with her, and she gets the pressure he puts on himself (she feels similar with her masters), she's also super duper touchy just like him.

Maybe bit angst at first, bc unlike P. she's not rich at all and has a hard time feeling like she fits in with them, but Max Lando and P. always make sure to include her because they genuinely like her and after some talks, she feels more like she belongs.

It'd be so cute to have Max and Lando dating Brazilian girlie's, and like have them feeling homesick for the same things, the same food, or experiences (like eating brigadeiro when pns hits you)..a.nd ganging up on the boys🤭

If you don't feel like it, there's no problem at all.

yearn for the motherland - l.n

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of sex, banter

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Sitting on that plane, with all your bags in the cargo compartment, all you could think about was what would happen when you got to the UK.

You were lucky you knew at least one person in the UK, that being someone your parents had known - Pietra.

She was sweet, and Brazilian, so, you weren’t entirely alone.

That too, she’d offered to let you stay with her and her boyfriend, Max, and one of his friends.

But oh how you’d miss Brazil.

The food, and the people and the atmosphere and everything that made the country as special to you as it was-

You were snapped out of your thoughts but your phone pinging.

P ❤️: Hey, just checking how long til you’re here? x

Y/N: Just about to take off, I’ll be here soon x

Well, if anything, you were lucky that you had someone like P. She was nice and a very good friend.

Anyways, the story of how you ended up on a voyage to London?

You were smart. Like, major smart. Big time. And so, you’d somehow managed to secure yourself a cool little apprenticeship.

But, anyways, you had flight and a new sleep schedule to get used to.

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“Hey,” you smiled, breathing in the scent of P’s flowery perfume, matching her personality perfectly.

“Hey gorgeous,” she said, squeezing you as Max wheeled your suitcases into the apartment.

Behind Max, stood another man, with gorgeous curly hair, curious green eyes, silently questioning his best friend as to who you were. Well, P hadn’t informed Lando, then.

“This is my boyfriend,” she said as you gave Max a slightly awkward ‘hello’, your accent clear and thick.

That was one of the things you’d been afraid off.

Your accent wasn’t ugly or bad or anything like that, but you were afraid you’d be picked on for having a different accent to the people around you.

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Lando’s POV

I don’t know who or where this angel came from but holy fucking shit.

She has this little awkward smile and it’s so freaking cute, and her accent? To DIE for.

Thing is, Max didn’t tell me that him and Pietra happened to be having an absolute beauty staying with us, but hey, things happen or whatever, right?

And I didn’t even care that I was shamelessly checking her out, who wouldn’t?

“This is Max’s friend, Lando,” Pietra said, her voice snapping me out of my lovesick daze as I looked up to her, and then to the new girl.

“Hey,” I said, clearing my throat and running a hand through my hair, trying to subtly tame the mass on my head.

I didn’t want her thinking I couldn’t practise basic cleanliness!

“Hello,” she said and wow, at that moment, I swear she had my heart right there.

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Max’s friend, Lando, he was a funny guy.

In the sense that you found him to be very, very odd.

Like how he’d just been staring and hadn’t said a word til Pietra had snapped him from his thoughts, or how he ran his hand consistently through his hair.

You were pretty shy as you followed them into the lounge, your gaze set on the floor.

This was gonna be an interesting new life…especially with her very interesting person beside you. Lando.

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One Month Later

To say that you and Lando had grown close was a bit of an understatement.

The odd Brit and the shy Brazilian.

Your studies, the reason you’d actually come here, had been going okay. It was stressful, very.

You were working your hardest but mistakes were creeping in saloon and slowly from the pressure…sometimes you wished it would go away.

As much as Pietra cared for you, she just didn’t get how you were feeling, she didn’t get it.

Well, at least not like how Lando got it.

The pressure of his season and the pressure of your work were, somehow, pretty similar.

Other people expecting things from you and hundreds and thousands of more pressure when you slipped up…it was a lot.

Especially for someone as young and fresh as you and Lando.

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“So,” Lando said, his voice maintaining the soothing and calm tone he often used for you.

You were both on the sofa, pretty close for just friends, as Max and Pietra kept reminding you, but they’d gone upstairs and left you to it.

“How’s your studies?”.

“Alright,” you said, fiddling with your fingers as Lando sighed.

“I know ya well enough to know that’s not the full truth, is it now?” he tilted your chin up as you sighed.

“It’s just stressful,” you mumbled, letting Lando take your hands in his so he could prevent you from hurting yourself.

“I mean, what about you then?”.

Now it was Lando’s turn to go all bashful and shy.

You both had a similar habit of picking at your fingers when you were nervous or anxious, hence the plaster round his index finger.

“You’ve seen it, haven’t you? The media being pricks as usual,” he mumbled, voice half reluctant to tell you.

“Yeah,” you said, moving closer to him, your head on his chest.

“Do you sometimes wish you didn’t take the apprenticeship?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.

It hadn’t been one of those awkward periods of time.

Instead, it had been calm and relaxed, and you hadn’t at all felt pressured.

That’s what Lando had done.

Throughout your stay, he’d made sure you felt comfortable and dof t feel left out, often letting you play Tarkov with him, no matter how bad you were.

“Sometimes,” you admitted with a sigh.

“But then again…” you started, “I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t,”.

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Lando’s POV

That brought a smile to my face.

I was so glad she’d come, the same, if not more happier about it.

I wouldn’t have met someone so sweet and caring and understanding - someone who’s truly related to the hurt I was feeling.

And if, well, if I had to admit it, I’d even say…maybe I loved her.

Maybe I was in love.

“What about you? Regret anything?” I looked up as she spoke, and god, her voice was so addictive.

That sweet, sweet accent, it was like music to my ears. “I…sometimes i wonder what else I could’ve done if not being an F1 driver,”.

“Well, it would be a waste of talent,” she laughed, the sound somehow topping her accent.

“Yeah? Ya think so?” I asked. I loved teasing her, the way her cheeks went all pink and her lashes fluttered…she was an angel, I swear.

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“Yeah, I’m for real,” you smiled, squeezing his hand, watching the subtle pink tinge coat his cheeks.

He was so cute sometimes.

“Sorry to break up the pity party,” Max said, walking in behind you as Lando groaned silently, the mood breaking.

“Well, I’m sorry,” he said, “just wanted to ask you losers what you want for dinner,”

“Something Brazilian,” you suggested.

“Ohhhh, yes! Me and Y/N, we’re in the kitchen,” she said, dragging you upwards as you giggled.

Max went back upstairs to carry on his gaming as Lando slowly followed the pair of you to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe.

He had a week or so til the next race, and if he was honest, that soft, shy little smile hadn’t left his face since he came to see you,

“So, what are you makin’?” Lando asked, directing the question to you.

You wouldn’t even know P was there, if she hadn’t cleared her throat indignantly.

“I know y’all love flirting and stuff, but we have some thing to do,” she gestured to the ingredients she’d laid out.

“Oh, right,” you said sheepishly.

“It’s just a Brazilian like…truffle kinda thing,” you explained as Lando nodded.

You weren’t even sure if he knew how intense his gaze was, a heat creeping up your cheeks from just that alone.

“Go play with Max,” you scolded, turning your back to conceal your blush.

You mixed the ingredients, shuddering subtly st the feeling of Lando’s gaze, roaming across your body…god, this man, it was like he was trying to do this to you.

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Lando’s POV

Was I making her flustered? I was trying to, not on purpose anyways.

I just liked…seeing her. She was easy on the eyes. And something about how she moved so gracefully…wow.

Everytime I saw her, I thought to myself that she just had to he an angel sent by the gods.

Even her mixing all the ingredients, and the smell of cocoa, combined with her gorgeous perfume…wow, it was almost too much.

Dude, like, when I say she’s perfect? I think I mean it.

Like the way her hips move when she walks, I can’t even begin to describe it.

I’m also vaguely sure she’s caught onto my obsession of staring but hey, what about it?

She can’t blame me when she looks like that.

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“Holy shit, you’re such a good cook, Y/N,” Lando said through a mouthful of brigadirro as Pietra huffed.

“You know, I kinda did help…oh wait, you wouldn’t know coz you can’t stop staring at her,” she said as Lando blushed.

“Well sorry,” he muttered under his breath as you laughed.

“Yeah Lando,” you said, and god, did he love how his name sounded under that accent.

“Pay more attention to the chef,” you said gradual, gesturing to P.

“Exactly…hey, are you takin’ the mick?” she said as she handed Max one of the truffles.

“Me?” you said in mock indignance. “Never,”.

“Yeah, never, sure,” Lando said, mimicking you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

[glamourscat]

you’re now my new friend so im gonna complain about some fans🤭🤭🤭

THE OTHER THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS tim isn’t weak????? its canon damian says “drake is stronger than i like to admit” or something like that but the idea is that tim is canonically strong i mean cmon he’s a bat??? i saw something that another writer wrote and i really don’t want to disrespect but she(?) wrote something like tim couldn’t do the ‘jacked and kind’ trend. HE CAN HE HAVE TO IF HE COULD NOT HOW CAN HE BE A BAT HE HAVE TO BE STRONG

and he’s really smart like i don’t even now how to say it but its conan bruce think tim can even be smarter than him and damian says tim is the smartest!!!

i mean i get it tim isn’t the most popular robin but he’s really great but tiktok and tumblr makes him look like an idiot who’s just soft??? HE IS NOT his story is really interesting if you just read instead of making him look like some weak thing.

and bcz of the misinformation people just don’t like tim😭😭😭😭

and i don’t even want to talk about coffee addiction LIKE PLS STOP THIS MADNESS

ps:i probably made grammer mistakes sorry🙏🏼 AND i would like to send some asks when im more awake😭😭😭 it’s 3am rn

Don’t worry about it ahaha. Me and grammatical errors are like this 🤝🏻. Also, if you’re comfortable with it, let’s be moots 😭. I honestly need more people to yap with about Tim.

and yes ofc! Feel free to send more asks about Tim whenever u wish :)

Now, onto what you said. YES, YES, AND YES AGAIN. Thank you! I’m going to be honest here, I think Tim’s mischaracterization as “weak” boils down to the fact that many people see him as a twink……. The amount of art, both drawn and written, where he is depicted as this frail little thing that can’t think for himself and is weak and shy is too big. I mean, are we looking at the same character?

When I see people butchering Tim’s character, it’s clear to me that they haven’t read the comics. I’m not saying you need to read ALL of them—that’s just absurd considering the number of runs there are. Just the main ones could be beneficial. You know, having a general idea about the character.

He was trained by Bruce (and we know Bruce’s training is anything but easy), Nightwing and lastly, Lady Shiva herself. He has mastered many unarmed styles of fighting, including Leopard Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Capoeira, Karate, Dragon Kung Fu, and Bojutsu.

He might not be a tank like Jason (side note: let’s remember Jason is the way he is thanks to the Lazarus Pit, because he was malnourished growing up, which stunted his growth). Just because Tim isn’t ripped and has a leaner build doesn’t mean he is weak. Nor does it mean he is stupid. His IQ is 142, and he is cited as the most analytical of Batman’s proteges, with detective skills on par with Batman himself. Like you said, BRUCE HIMSELF says he believes Tim is smarter than him in some ways.

And on the coffee addiction—that’s so funny to me because, if I’m not wrong, he drank coffee ONE time in canon, someone made it his personality, and everyone ran with it 😭.

I just can’t. Honestly, Tim is a skater boy. A punk at heart, who listens to bands like Oasis and Green Day. He is absolutely obsessive at times, loud and opinionated. He is a child prodigy and grew up rather isolated. Then his mother died. He and his father got into deep arguments because of his job as Robin. He stopped, then started again. His father died, and he found his father’s dead body while wearing his Robin uniform. He escaped Bruce for about a month, forging a fake adoption certificate from a FAKE uncle he made up because he didn’t want to be taken in by Bruce.

He feels like he is a burden and still keeps that sentiment, which was incremented when Damian joined the family and took his spot as Robin, leaving Tim feeling hopeless. He became Red Robin, lost his best friend (or something more) and went absolutely insane trying to clone him. He can’t handle loss for shit. The same thing happened in his Red Robin run where he ignored both Nightwing and Steph, who tried to stop him from following his unhinged plan of finding Bruce, who was presumed dead but Tim thought was alive. To save his loved ones, he willingly jumped from a building while injured, almost dying.

This, in my eyes, is anything but weak.

He is my unhinged bisexual gremlin. Love him so much

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

not enough people discuss how genuinely horrifically disrespectful the Utah ending was like legit the nadir of the server along with the Also genuinely horrifically disrespectful nuke ending but at least with the nuke ending we know behind the scenes shit that makes it a little less awful (namely that tommy was being told that season 2 would be a thing which was. very blatantly a lie in hindsight and that means I can give him some grace bc that was a shitty thing that happened to him and not entirely his fault) the Utah ending is just straight up a suicide bait and switch joke that got retconned into straight up “yeah he killed himself ignore how this is painted as a Good And Triumphant Thing” which is even worse. plus the horrific extra ableism against people with intellectual disabilities with ghostbur being treated like he's less than human and therefore his suffering is irrelevant if he has one thing that makes him happy like he’s a fucking dog or something. absolutely horrific and has no benefit of the doubt.

better than Utah ending

honestly 9/11 was better than the utah ending

[sleepymim]

Ok so this is going to be my attempt to put all of my thoughts about Silco and Vander and their relationship and how they might achieve reconciliation into one coherent post because I cannot! stop! thinking about them!

As we see in s2e7, reconciliation between them is definitely possible. However, I think it definitely wasn't easy, and it wasn't motivated by a single event like Silco finding Vander's letter or Vi dying. I think a million little things needed to perfectly align for them to find back to one another. As others have already said, and I agree with this, I think the "happy" timeline is a statistical anomaly for them.

So what was needed for them to find back to each other? And like, disclaimer that this is obviously only my own interpretation of events.

First of all, I think one of the prerequisites for reconciliation is that Silco doesn't start working with Singed and doesn't get into Shimmer, which is supported by his eye having healed normally in the alternate timeline.

I also think that Vander's letter could only ever be a starting point for their reconciliation, something that would get them in the same room to talk again. After that, I think they'd still need a long, long time to get back to how things were.

Vi's death imo has absolutely nothing to do with whether they reconcile or not, because in the alternate timeline she dies during what would be Act 1. Silco is already past the point of no retunr here, he doesn't give a shit about Vi or the other kids, he's deep into his Shimmer business. He's literally planning to kill all the kids in episode 3. He would not give a fuck if Vi died in that explosion. If Silco and Vander are to reconcile, it needs to happen pretty soon after the betrayal.

But I think the most important aspects for their reconciliation are violence and ideology.

Obviously the actual betrayal is horrifically violent and traumatizing. Vander actively chose to drown Silco which is just like, such a brutal way to die. He does this because he puts the blame for the bridge fight escalating on Silco. This is unjustified, and the show wants us to know that Vander was in the wrong here. Vander himself admits in s1e3 that he has regretted what he did to Silco since it happened. In general episode 3 in my opinion very clearly communicates that Vander overreacted and that what Siclo did (throwing the first molotov) does not justify Vander's reaction (violent murder).

However! Vander also clearly still thinks Silco is dangerous and despite regretting how he reacted still puts some form of blame on Silco.

In the apology letter, he says the blood is on both their hands. The letter in general is shit considering the weight of what Vander did, and what it shows is that even though Vander feels bad about what he did, he does still put the blame for the bridge fight on Silco.

In act 1, Vander also says there are worse things than enforcers in the Undercity while looking at his brace that covers the scar Silco gave him while escaping. This is, presumably, before he knows Siloc has been funding Shimmer development and getting into human experimentation. He thinks Silco is worse than enforcers based on whatever happened between them in past. With s2, this is explicitly Silco's escalation on the bridge.

So obviously despite the time that has passed and the fact that Vander can admit what he did was unjustified, he does still believe Silco is dangerous based on their differing ideology. Benzo, too, obviously still holds a grudge against Silco for what happened.

So really the crux is that even though Vander feels sorry, he does not change his stance on non-violence being the right way forward for the people of Zaun, and thus he can never truly forgive Silco for what he did on the bridge - he still believes that Silco is responsible and that his own way is the right way.

I think as long as Vander keeps his ideological stance, reconciliation between them isn't possible. From both sides, because Vander thinks Silco's ideals are dangerous, and from Silco's side because he thinks Vander is a coward and a sellout.

Then let's look at Silco's side of things a little bit.

I think there's two aspects to his forgiveness/reconciliation with Vander: the violence and the ideology.

Canon pretty much tells us that Silco is willing and able to forgive the violence Vander inflicted on him. We see this not only in the alternate timeline, where they're obviously close again, but I think s1e3 tells us the same. Silco kidnaps Vander, but still offers him the chance to join him in the fight against Piltover again. I don't want to talk here about Silco's methods at this point in time, but he's obviously willing to put the murder attempt behind them IF Vander is willing to switch to his side again. He even says that his hatred for Vander passed with time. I think this implies that, somehow, eventually, with time, in a nicer timeline Silco could really forgive Vander for trying to kill him.

However, and I think this is the much bigger issue for them, there's still the matter of ideology. Vander betraying their shared goals, turning towards a pacifist, more passive approach to revolution and ultimately striking a deal with Grayson is what really drives the wedge between them.

This is what Silco despises Vander for: For turning his back on violence. Silco encourages Vander's violent tendencies, he wants him to become the person he used to be again, wants him to embrace that part of himself again. I think this supports the assumption that Silco would forgive the violence inflicted against him much easier than Vander abandoning their shared dream. Until the end, he wants Vander to embrace that violence again.

And a Vander who is committed to non-violence is a Vander who stands in the way of Silco's goal of a free Zaun. So as long as Vander stays firm on his ideological stance, Silco is always eventually going to get rid of him. There is no way for them to find back to one another if they remain on opposite sides of the struggle they used to fight together.

This is, I think, the crux of my interpretation of them:

Reconciliation doesn't only depend on Silco coming back to Vander and forgiving him for the violence Vander inflicted upon him. It also depends on Vander coming back to Silco, internalizing that the bridge figth was not Silco's fault, and being willing to compromise his non-violent ideology and take action again for their shared dream.

It's about the two of them coming back to each other.

[noblecorgi]

2024: A Re-Entry to Fandom

I guess this is a thing? (Oh shit this brackets bit was written at the end and I appear to have emotionally vomited an essay. Sorry ‘bout that.)

In late 2023 I experienced a personal tragedy and retreated to where I had always found comfort: books.

I read a series that had been recommended to me before, but I hadn’t had time to read it - The Simon Snow Trilogy by @rainbowrowell and it awoke a dormant-but-never-forgotten love of fanfiction in me.

In my teens and early 20s I wrote a lot of fan fiction on the ol’ FF net, all of it of atrocious quality I’m certain, which is why I haven’t tried to rediscover that account.

Instead I found AO3, and restarted regularly writing for fun instead of for work or study/research.

I didn’t do any summation for 2023 because I think my first fic was posted on like 10 December 2023, but AO3 tells me I wrote 4 works, all SnowBaz, at a total of 55,154 words.

In 2024, I’ve published 5 works, at a total of 94,323 words.

What truly blows me away (and honestly makes me a bit teary) is the 1013 kudos, 100 subscribers (inc 15 subscribers to just me rather than a fic!), and 222 comment threads on my works. 🥹

So: my 2024 works.

Use your words, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 3,930 words

A smutty lil gift fic wherein Baz teaches Simon how to sext.

Splendid Morons, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 12,886 words

Published for Erotic Grope Fest, aka Baz’s birthday. A collaboration with @alexalexinii and a story written to enable their amazing art of Baz in lingerie.

Precious to me for not only getting to work with Alex, but also for being the beginning of my relationship with Becky @rbkzz, my incomparable beta who has become one of the dearest people in my life.

On The Rocks, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 74,592 words (WIP)

My opus, as it were. It originated from a fluffy cute prompt of “what if Baz and Lady Ruth were work besties?!” And I came along like “YEAH! But with trauma, exploration of love in mental illness, and alcoholism!”

I began posting it in March and it’s about 2/3 done now. But for Becky it would be both an absolute pile of horse poop, and an abandoned WIP. Instead it has a clear direction and she found motifs that I’d repeatedly used by accident in my drafts and built imagery, greater meaning, and also debated me ad nauseam on my preference for spelt over spelled.

Immune Response, @lumosinlove’s Cubs, Rated: G, 1,421 words

I was a big consumer of WolfStar in my teens and was recommended Lumosinlove’s Sweater Weather and, like many before me, fell in love with the story, the original characters, and ice hockey itself (much to the surprised glee of my Canadian spouse, who for a decade has tried in vain to get me on board. Little did he know the key was obviously gays.)

This is a lil’ slice of life sick fic examining how each of the Cubs responds to getting sick.

I have a lot more unpublished drabbles about these characters and some fics that are being cocreated so stay tuned for 2025?

Preliminary, my dear Basil, SnowBaz, Rated: T, 1,494 words

A gift fic for @martsonmars as part of the Carry On Discord’s Secret Snowflake Exchange.

Among their suggestions was “Sherlock AU, but not BBC Sherlock, 19th century Sherlock” and it hooked me with the idea that Baz would absolutely fancy himself as Sherlock. I actually sketched out a plot to SnowBazify 4 of the Holmes stories, so maybe 2025 will see them unearthed.

There is one other published fic I worked on this year, but as a beta rather than a writer for @swoopswrites @rsbigbang piece Class A which was super fun to do (and got me to watch a great series - The Gentlemen on Netflix) and Swoops has a fantastic mind so I’d encourage you to to check it out.

Finally, I have always been a writer rather than an artist, but I do enjoy drawing, and the need to upgrade my iPad for work arose and so I also tried my hand at drawing again for the first time since I was 17 or so.

In order from the first one to the most recent one, the lil scribbles I did this year:

Penelope Bunce, Wolfstar on a train, Baz with coffee, cuddly Cubs, FinnLo being adorable, iconic Moony with a cane, emo Sirius Black.

And THAT was 2024 (and 2023).

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[librarygarten]

Holiday Special: Links x Reader - New Year's Kiss HC

Where I live, it's a tradition to kiss your partner on New Year's Eve. Let's celebrate with some Links (+Ravio)! Warning: pure, tooth-rotting fluff below the cut. Consult a dentist before proceeding

Sky

An absolute blushing mess leading up to it, but he manages to hype himself up. He’s the Hero of the Skies. He fought a demon and won. He can handle a kiss… right?

Gives you a firm kiss with his lips pressed together, kind of like a cartoon character

He’s a bit off-center and pulls away right after

Give you a nervous smile and a cute little half laugh

In his head, he’s kicking himself for doing that. In his opinion, that was probably the worst kiss he could have given you to start off the new year.

Until you pull him back in for a proper kiss

Boy just melts and lets you do your thing

Four

He literally cannot reach unless you bend down, but asking you to do that seems wrong to him

He tries to sneakily get you to sit down next to him so height isnt an issue

His kisses are surprisingly soft, especially compared to his calloused hands that cup your cheeks

He’s really hesitant to pull away

If he splits, though, my Hylia have mercy on you

All four of them try to kiss you at the same time.

Key word: try.

They end up headbutting each other and you. Ice packs are gotten. Apologies are said.

Time

He is lowkey not having a great time trying to stay up

He’s old. He’s tired. His knees hurt. Let him go to bed :(

At this point, the only thing keeping him from face planting into the mattress is the fact that he gets to kiss you at midnight.

The moment the clock strikes 12, he pulls you in by your hips and kisses you

It’s the kind of kiss people who have been married for years share. Neither of you pull away for a very long time.

He always tries to get closer to you when ya’ll kiss, and tonight is no exception. Ya’ll are literally hugging but he tries to hold you tighter and kiss you deeper.

Legend

It’s not a custom in his Hyrule, but hearing you talk about it makes him scoff

Why does he need to wait until midnight to kiss you? How is that different from any other time? He could kiss you right now!

Is huffing in annoyance watching the clock count down to the new year.

Then you bend down and capture his lips in your own as it hits midnight

“There! Now the first thing we did this year is kiss!” You smile happily at him

Legend.exe has stopped working

He's red as a tomato for the rest of the night. Maybe the tradition isn’t so stupid after all.

Hyrule

His Hyrule also doesn’t have New Years, but he’s very interested to learn about this custom

It sounds so romantic! He can’t think of a better way to kick off the new year

He’d be a blushing mess even before the countdown gets close

You want the very first thing you do next year… to kiss him

If it wasn’t obvious enough already, boy is smitten

When you kiss him, you swear his pupils turn into hearts

Will pull you back in for another one

Twilight

He pulls you in by your hips, places a hand on the small of your back, and kisses you for as long as you’ll allow.

He actually started a bit early. That way, the last and first thing he did that year was kiss you

When you finally pull away, his gaze is so soft

He holds you for a bit longer after that, just glad you’re here, with him.

If you’re with the chain, someone will yell at you two to get a room

Alternatively: Turns into Wolfie at the last second and licks half of your face

Super tender or absolute menace. There is no in-between.

Warriors

He’s a little shit about it

He’ll kiss you every hour, on the hour, because “It’s the New Year in a different timezone”

Even after it hits midnight, he’ll keep on going for as long as you two stay up

And he doesn’t even have the decency to give you proper kisses. Just quick pecks on the corner of your mouth.

He knows it flusters you, which only adds more fuel to the fire.

If you want to shut him up, just grab him by his scarf and pull him in for a bit harsher kiss. Leave him gasping for breath, then walk away.

He will go BEET RED and stop his antics… for a while

Wild

Forgot it was a custom. Like, full on forgot he was supposed to kiss you when midnight hit.

Someone else reminds him of it after the fact and he instantly feels like the worst partner in the history of the entire world.

Sprints to where you’re standing and just tackles you into a kiss

You, who was a bit bummed out and not expecting this, fall to the ground with him on top of you

He apologises profusely, first for knocking you over, then for forgetting to kiss you

Ofc you forgive him

He keeps kissing you the rest of the night and even the next day to make up for it

Wind (Aged Up)

He’s got his arm slung around your shoulder, drink in hand, watching the clock count down

Gets super into the 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 chant

As soon as he’s done screaming “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” at the top of his lungs, he plants a fat, wet kiss on your cheek

You push him away and wipe the honestly disgusting amount of saliva off your face while laughing

He laughs at your reaction, but it’s short-lived, as you also give him a big smooch on the cheek

Now it’s his turn to wipe off his face

Tetra filmed the whole thing

Bonus!

Ravio

Lorule hasn’t had holidays in a while, and even if they did, they don’t have this particular New Years tradition

So he is caught completely off guard when you pull him in for a kiss at midnight

A stuttering, blushing mess

Once you explain what the custom is, he blushes even harder

Pulls his hood down over his face to hide from the world. The notion that he is loved this much is still so foreign to him. What do you mean the first thing you wanted to do this year is kiss him?

You just kiss his hood’s bunny face as well

Please, have mercy on his soul. He’s not strong enough to endure this

Koridai (I have only seen a couple bits of his game)

I’m sorry, Link “how about a kiss for good luck” Koridai

Sooo smug about it. Expects a full make-out session at midnight

When the countdown begins, he closes his eyes and puckers his lips, stretching his neck out in your direction

His hands are folded near his cheek, and one leg is off the floor, toes pointed

It’s honestly a miracle he doesn’t fall over, especially considering he took the pose pretty early in the countdown

You give him a peck on the lips, then pull away

“Aww, babe, that’s it? :(“

[sschizoid]

would you be willing to do Tulpar crew getting sick headcanons 👀?

like, who’s popping zinc at the first signs of A Symptom, who burns themself into the ground ignoring it, who’s man flu about it, etc

anon !! gives u a big kiss i love this question sm

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curly

has a pretty strong immune system and only gets sick about once a year, if even that. but when he does, he's not much different from a sickly victorian child withering away from consumption

he lives alone, so any attention he can't get from friends or family checking in on him he gets from social media. posts selfies of himself sick in bed and captions them on his story as "feelin like shit lol anyone else sick rn?" immediate 30+ likes in the first few minutes of being posted

all the while is absolutely downing those emergen-c immune booster supplements with coconut water for the electrolytes. he's trying to get over this cold as fast as humanly possible because honestly it sucks and is super inconvenient

jimmy

just has the worst immune system. gets absolutely sick as a dog— pallid skin, sunken eyes, the works. he's pretty used to it at this point and just expects himself to get sick 3-5 times a year at minimum

at the same time he'll go about his day as usual, now just twice as irritable. spreads his shit to everyone he meets because he refuses to stay home. what, he's just supposed to put his life on hold because of a little cough?

the most he'll do in terms of medicine is down 80mL of nyquil (way too much) before bed and hope for the best

anya

a complete mother hen when friends and family are sick, but the second she falls ill, her executive function is all over the place

stays home, but tries to keep herself busy anyway. uses the extra time to catch up on household chores, to rearrange some cabinets, or to catch up on some of her favorite shows

tries to eat healthy in the meantime, as she knows it'll make her feel better faster. but sometimes she just can't help herself and has to have either a pint of ice cream or a full bag of chips for dinner. she's allowed !!

swansea

the last thing he wants is to be fussed over. will insist he's fine to anyone that shows concern, but is still sure to take care of himself behind the scenes

is a hardcore vick's vaporub truther. the second he feels congested or has a tickle in his throat, he's slathering that shit on like its nobody's business. also he just really enjoys the smell of menthol

can sleep for days when sick, and honestly, he probably needs it. his wife thought he was dead once but it was just a combination of the cold and sleep apnea

daisuke

big believer in the whole "feed a cold, starve the flu" mentality. while he himself isn't the best cook, his mother makes sure to feed him lots of broth-based soups and high-fiber foods

he drinks a lot of tea with lemon and honey, usually making a pot at a time and just keeping it his bedside table for easy refills

big cough drop fan, specifically the ones that taste like cherry candy and nothing at all like actual medicine. this of course usually leads to him finishing the whole bag in one day, but it's just an excuse to buy more in other fun flavors

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THIS WAS REALLY FUN tysm for your request! if anyone else has any requests; my asks are open !! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ⁾⁾

[david-bearman]

wet and messy oscar and lando!!

god what a vision yeah, so many wayysssss

some thigh fucking ✨

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Often people thought Oscar was oblivious, he was not. He just often decided not to say anything or acknowledge the matter at hand because there were other things to do.

So he was very well aware of the way Lando looked at his thighs, aware how he ate himself up from the inside when Oscar wore shorts to the paddock. Once, Will even berated him for wearing shorts to a meeting, because Lando couldn't pay attention, stared off in Oscar's direction like a magnet was pulling him in.

And well he's Lando's boyfriend, he would be a shit boyfriend if he didn't notice the way Lando gripped his thighs when they fucked, or how he lingered by Oscar's thighs when he gave a blowjob.

They hadn't seen each other for a particular long time, two weeks at most, when Oscar suggested it. Out of breath from the punishing kiss they just broke off, "Do you want to fuck my thighs?"

Lando stilled under him, frozen up as if he had been caught.

"What?"

Oscar pressed a small kiss under Lando's eyes and slowly worked his way down to his neck, "You're always looking at my thighs. Thought you'd maybe want to fuck them."

Oscar felt it when Lando took in a deep breath, he clearly was trying to say something, but all that came out was a high pitched squeak.

Amused, Oscar kissed lower and lower until the collar of Lando's t-shirt got in his way. He sat up on his knees, in between Lando's legs, "You don't want to fuck my thighs, baby?"

He pouted a little as he pulled his own shirt off, cold air hitting his flushed skin. Lando looked incredibly flushed, his cheeks red. Oscar pushed his hands under Lando's t-shirt and rucked it up, trying to get enough space so he could fully pull it off.

Lando finally got the message when he reached his nipples and slowly let his finger go over one of them, the pebbled skin raising under his hands. He pulled his arms up and Oscar easily let his t-shirt go the same way.

"I- just, are you sure?" Lando asked in a rough voice.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Lando squirmed under his gaze, Oscar knew there was something he wanted to say, but he probably didn't want to offend Oscar. He leaned down and kissed Lando slowly, in the process accidentally making their semi-hard cocks touch. Oscar groaned in the kiss, savoring it before he pulled back.

"Come on, say it. Want you to be honest," Oscar pressed.

Lando flushed before he rattled it off, "You- you often don't want to bottom, and- that is absolutely fine. You know I like being fucked- so, you know. What if you-"

Oscar shut him up with a kiss and this time deliberately pressed his groin against Lando's, rolling his hips to chase any kid of friction.

He pulled away with a dark look, "Just because I don't always like to bottom doesn't meant I'm going to hate it when you fuck my thighs. I'm asking for it, baby."

Lando stared at him with an open mouth and then as if kicked into gear he pulled he legs away from Oscar and unbuttoned his jeans, taking them off in rapid fashion. He threw them by the bed and then scrambled off to muck around in his messy suitcase, most likely for lube.

Oscar smiled fondly as he laid down on the bed, undoing his own pants and taking off his underwear to leave him naked on the bed. The second Lando turned back around to the bed Oscar could see his eyes widen in arousal. He propped himself up with a pillow behind his head and eagerly met Lando in a deep kiss. Tongues exploring one another as if they were meeting for the first time, wanting to commit everything to memory.

Lando's hands wandered to his thighs and Oscar grinned into the kiss, grabbing Lando's nape to claim his possession. They kissed desperately until Oscar pulled away, his cock already hard enough as it was.

Lando looked at him as if he had hung the moon and stars and Oscar felt overcome with love. He took the bottle of lube from where Lando had dropped it on the bed and gave it back to him.

"So how should we do this? If you still want to kiss me maybe I should turn half to the side?"

Lando licked his lips, "However you feel comfortable."

Oscar hummed and turned his hips and legs to the side, making sure he was still laying straight so he could look at Lando however he wanted. He watched as Lando opened the bottle of lube and squeezed out almost a quarter of the liquid onto his hands. Oscar opened his thighs inviting Lando to slick up his skin.

"Come on, love," Oscar encouraged him.

Kicked into motion Lando rubbed the lube onto Oscar's skin, Lando's hand dangerously close to his balls in a way that made him hot all over. He closed his legs and groaned at how wet he felt, the feeling unfamiliar but so arousing.

Lando slicked up his cock with even more lube and Oscar deliriously thought that if all he needed to be fucked was to be dripping with lube they should've done this ages ago.

He pulled Lando in by his wrist, "Please, Lando. Come on."

For a moment Lando searched his face and while Oscar understood he couldn't help but moan out loud when he felt the tip of Lando's cock push into the wet space between his thighs. Lando's big hands on his hip felt grounding, he groaned when he felt Lando push in further and further until he felt their cocks bump together.

"God, yes," Oscar shuddered as he threw his head back.

"You have no idea- no idea what you're doing to me," moaned Lando, as he slowly pulled back.

Oscar tensed the muscles in his thighs, creating an even tighter space for Lando to fuck into.

"Faster, Lan, please."

Lando obliged immediately and fucked into Oscar's thighs, the sounds of skin against skin, added by the glide of slick lube send shivers through Oscar's body. He felt his cock weep as he clenched the mattress covers beneath him.

"You feel so good."

Oscar nodded in response, "Yes, yes so good."

Lando gritted his teeth as his fingers dug into Oscar's skin, "I'm not going to last, Osc."

Oscar shook his head and moaned out, "Don't care, please come between my thighs."

Begging or ordering Lando to come had always worked wonderfully, as it did now when Lando spilled between his thighs, adding to the mess. Oscar groaned as he felt the cum covering his own cock and balls.

Lando pulled away and immediately Oscar opened his thighs, Lando scrambling between them and jerking him off in a punishing rhythm. Oscar didn't need much at all before he came as well, all of the tensing pouring out of his body as he lay limp in their bed.

He tried to steady his breath as Lando laid down next to him, "Fuck."

Lando grinned, "Fuck indeed."

send me a number and maybe a preferred of the three and a ship and lets make these dark das a bit warmer

[klara-v-klyare]

Never thought I would ever think (absolutely not post) anything like this here. But, fuck, I have this disgusting thing to ever acknowledge about myself, but I've *never been in the group where you acknowledge your shit and people support you, 'cause I don't live in the country, where anyone pretends to ever care*.

Okay, my reason to ever address this is my irritation. So, if you haven't figured out, I'm talking about a severe case of alcoholism. Like, no jokes,I've got like 8 years strong and you all irritate me writing Logan like some amateur pussy. That he is vomiting after all this time. Sorry, I'm fucking laughing at this (and at myself, but it's sarcastic and desperate, 'cause, I guess, nothing fun about being despised by yourself and the people you know). But, well, it's still okay, you just live and try.

Okay, what I wanted to tell you first-handed, that after some time you would never experience your usual signs of hangover, if you really drink THAT much. No throwing up, no headache, no nothing like that. Sounds good, doesn't it?

Nah, you've got a completely new thing, because your body starts to get used to the alcohol tolerance. Like you can drink a lot of shit and you don't get drunk. You still feel sober, like awful, but still sober. Until you aren't.

And then you start going throw a very interesting thing, where you start missing the usual hangover routine. You never gonna vomit again, never gonna have a descent understandable headache.

All you're gonna feel like for 15 hours when it's starts to really happen is really not knowing how to fucking breath. You're gonna feel, like your consciousness is trying to leave your body and you have to control every fucking breath you take and try to not lose control. Your blood pressure is going to stratosphere. Yeah, you pretty much feel like you're dying and you can't do anything about it. Just try to breathe. Gotta feel so fucking interesting with the healing factor.

If it's getting worse you get to the point of delerium tremens (fun, been there, done that). Hallucinations are fun like for few seconds, then you want to kill somebody around or come off through the window to make it stop. Imagine this happen to unkillable Wolverine, who can kill whoever and never gonna die. Fuck, my dear precious everything.

So, what I'm talking about really. Search the withdrawals and all this shit for Logan's fictional sake. Yeah, sounds stupid, but I'm pretty sure he's got it much and much worse than me, after like hundred plus years.

Okay, all I want you to get out of this is kinda an understanding from people who never faced it that alcoholism is not what you know of it from your party time experience, just because you've got few fun nights, where you don't remember things you did.

It's unraveling and more difficult and, I don't know, maybe you want to be a little more authentic about our favourite fucked up Wolverine.

I'm absolutely sure, his alcoholism after all this years is even more difficult than he himself is.

And, yeah, it's pointless post, but I feel like no one really get it. The Worst Wolverine aka Logan made me feel kinda understood for being fucked up in the alcoholic way.

He is just a loser after all, despite his incredible potential abilities. But he's doing good, he's found a whole family in a new fucking universe after years of shit.

He gives me hope, that I can go better about my life, even if it's shit.

Maybe, we can all do better.

[yonomori-rei]

Tanizaki’s Entrance Exam – definitely involved Yosano...

A/N: Hey all! Rei here! Tanizaki had once stated that his entrance exam was so traumatic that he had buried it deep within his memory, but I hate secrets so I’m gonna try and decipher exactly what is going on... 

Why I think Yosano is involved:

Like I mentioned above, Tanizaki had stated that he had some very traumatising memories of his entrance exam that he wished to bury deep in his consciousness when Atsushi had enquired him, and therefore I wondered...what is Tanizaki scared off? If it had been something to do with Naomi being hurt/in danger, that would have set Tanizaki off and he would have been more furious than terrified, so, it had to be something that had hurt Tanizaki himself. It is also canon that Tanizaki is dead scared of Yosano...so that definitely meant (to me, at least) that Yosano is involved.

Who found him:

It obviously couldn’t have been Kenji, Atsushi or Kyouka – they haven’t even joined the Agency. Neither could it have been Yosano, because the person involved in the entrance exam couldn’t be a member the rookie knows (as seen with Atsushi’s entrance exam). It would’ve been adorable if Ranpo had found him – but let's be real, this sweetheart would have been too busy munching away at his infinite stock of candy or terrorising all the police officers in Yokohama. 😂 And Dazai would be too busy slacking off (and something tells me that Atsushi was the first and ONLY member he found cuz of their sweet (but possibly toxic) relationship + he only acts as a mentor to Atsushi). Therefore, it is likely that either Fukuzawa or Kunikida (the responsible adults...and probably the only sane ones).

What had happened:

Tanizaki probably was following Kunikida, and Dazai would have most likely decided to tag along to annoy our fav glasses man (Ik, that’s such a horrible nickname XD) AND cuz he knew that he was in for some entertainment – or maybe, Dazai was the one who came up with the whole idea for Tanizaki’s exam... And our bundle of bundle of bandages would no doubt have been too happy to terrify poor Tanizaki.

By the time they’d reached wherever they were meant to be, Tanizaki would be shaking from the stupid shit Dazai had told him and Kunikida would be too annoyed with Dazai to reassure Tanizaki. And Yosano being the “crazy criminal” Tanizaki has to save everyone from would just make matters worse for this poor rookie (why do I feel that Yosano would absolutely enjoy her role 😭😭).

So, when Tanizaki had to deal with Yosano, he was really brave and passed, but he must have done something extreme and got inured – this could be something a small or big injury. Either way, Yosano would be absolutely eager to heal him. Now, we all know what would happen. She’d go FULL OUT with NO MERCY and our two, lovely mentors would have escaped the room (let’s be real, Kunikida is waaaaaaaay to scared of Yosano and Dazai is a lazy bastard who has no need to save anyone) and from that moment onwards, Tanizaki has been diagnosed with severe PTSD due to his entrance exam. 😂 + 😭= 🥲

A/N: Tanizaki is one of the most mysterious characters in BSD, so I can’t wait to see what Asagiri-sensei has planned for him... 😊

[avelera]

#THANK YOUUU#i see people project a political motivation onto him that really doesn't exist nearly as much as one may assume#and again with the 'sassy mean viktor' thing. when he teases jayce it's usually light friendly teasing#sometimes i see him getting written like a grandma whacking you with his cane and telling you to pick your shit up off the floor#of course he's a part of politics because he's from the undercity and he's faced discrimination because of that and bc of his disability#his existence is politicized in a way it's clear he never wanted it to be. he does not lean into it though. he tries to stick to science#which to him is objective and apolitical - of course it very much isn't and that becomes a point of conflict plotwise#it is neither free of emotion nor untouched by political agendas#i mean like imo there's a reason we don't get much of viktor's backstory or see him go to the undercity or talk about it#(rather one of the pivotal things they choose to show us from his childhood is his empathy for Rio. he's lonely but has a big heart)#to me it's because that's not the story he wants to tell. he doesn't think it important to emphasize that connection.#he wants to be seen as his own person worthy of legacy on his own merit. he feels shackled by every perceived setback in his life#whether that's his leg or his illness or his place of upbringing. he sees those things as necessary to overcome and overcompensate for#so he can just do the work he wants to do unburdened by physical limitations or the perception and judgment of those around him#i feel like people might project onto him what they feel are 'correct' or 'progressive' ways of thinking that someone like him should have#and thus ignore how he's actually presented as thinking and feeling about himself and his place in the world#he knows he's worked twice as hard for half the recognition compared to piltover students at the academy#but he has no desire to utilize that as political fodder to make a point or even start a conversation about zaun#he just wants to be allowed to have the opportunities he deserves to work on important science.#i think he'd prefer if peers stop making a point about him being from the undercity and congratulating him on coming so far#and just treat him equally#he doesn't forget where he's from and as we see he genuinely wishes to help the undercity population out of compassion#for their plight. but there's no indication he wanted to engage in the larger piltover/zaun conflict and definitely not become a#political pawn in it as he perceived jayce getting sucked into.#thank you avelera for being one of the true viktor understanders#i hope when i finally try to write some fic i do him justice @asgardian--angels

I've absolutely LOVED your tag essays on these meta posts and I just wanted to thank you for this one, highlight, and add my agreement that there is a tendency in fandom for people to ascribe "correct' or "progressive" ways of thinking to characters that they share themselves or would execute on if they were in that character's position.

However, I also see this tendency as part of fandom-inevitable Flanderization and/or process of filing away all the sharp and unique edges a character might have, often until they devolve into thinly veiled versions of the author, or who the author would want to be in their place, up to and including ascribing progressive and activist politics to characters who are apolitical or even conservative.

To me, I find such changes to characters boring overall. I don't want to read about characters doing what they "should" do or being perfect little paragons with nothing that can be criticized about them. Holding perfect political views and acting stridently on them is just one way I see this evolution happen when characters inevitably drift from canon to fanon over the course of repeated fanworks.

That said, 1) I will never, ever actually fault an author for telling the story they want to tell. I might not personally find it interesting, but people should always tell the story they want to tell but also:

2) I think there is a plausible tale to tell with Viktor becoming political. There's plenty of seeds and events there within his story and the wider story of Arcane for him to get sucked into the political maelstrom and even become a champion on Zaun's behalf as a political entity in a way he never does in the show. And I'd be super curious to read such a fic! I just think it would require an extra step within the fic for me to find it plausible for Viktor to do so, given his demonstrated blindspot and apathy towards politics. Honestly, a mirror story where Viktor gets sucked into political life in Zaun the same way Jayce got sucked into political life in Piltover would be super interesting, either as a total AU (where Viktor is political instead of Jayce) OR with both becoming political, and Viktor realizing he's been overly harsh to Jayce and that if the situation was reversed, he'd do a lot of the same things to help his home.

Anyway, at the risk of another long and rambling tangent, I just want to say I love these tags and also I really loved your observations about how Viktor wants to be judged on his own merits! Getting off my soapbox now lol

Thank you for talking about how Viktor wouldn't be mean to Jayce! I do really agree that fandom really tries to boil them down to their basics or preexisting tropes and it really sucks to see people think he'd really insult Jayce or hit him with his cane. Something I started thinking about after I read that post is that so much of the cast are Zaunite and nearly every one of them are sharp-tongued, and so maybe that's why people think Viktor would be mean? But that doesn't really take into account his personality or how he might feel he has to present himself as someone from Zaun living in Piltover.

Yeah the "hitting with the cane" trope definitely feels OOC for him to me. I could maybe see him tapping or hooking Jayce to get his attention but... even then. We rarely see Viktor use his cane or crutch for anything but their intended purpose.

If I may extrapolate out, I find it notable that when he has the cane pre-time skip he leaves it aside when possible, like when standing at the blackboard, and tries to mask his disability. I know for many people with disabilities, they love their aids, and the aids given them freedom of movement and from pain, but I would venture to say that Viktor does not see his crutch or his cane all that favorably.

I think Viktor sees his disability aids as necessary indignities that he'd rather do without if he could. See how quickly he drops his crutch once he tests out being able to run post-experimentation. He probably only goes back and gets it, rather than abandoning it there, because he wants to continue to hide the experiments he's doing.

Combine that with Jayce noting how he saw his leg as a "weakness" and I think there is further evidence that Viktor sees his crutch or cane rather negatively.

Which is a roundabout way of saying, I don't think Viktor would use his crutch or his cane as a hook or a bludgeon against Jayce not only because he's arguably the most pacifistic character in the whole show, but also because I don't think he really likes using it or thinking about it for anything but its intended purpose of assisting his mobility. I think Jayce views Viktor's crutch more favorably than Viktor does, he sees it as a part of Viktor in a positive way, an extension of him.

As for the topic of Zaun, I do agree that I think some fics give Viktor more of a, hmm, "class consciousness" around Zaun than he's shown to have?

For example:

Viktor only ever calls it "the undercity" in S1. Calling it Zaun at all is something that radicals like Silco do, it's even implied that Silco is kind of resurrecting a long-dead name for the area as part of his separatist movement, so it might not even be in wide use beyond Silco's circles, like Viktor may not have even really heard of it as a common term in S1. In addition, if "Zaun" is a politically charged term, I wouldn't be surprised if Viktor would avoid calling it that at all, because he's not a separatist or a radical, he's just from there and he thinks of it as "the undercity". Viktor is not shown as someone from the undercity who really wants to rock the boat in Piltover politically and he's certainly not a separatist, he wants to help the undercity as a disadvantaged community within Piltover.

The only time I think we see Viktor call it "Zaun" is somewhat in the abstract in S2, when he admires Vander's vision for "Zaun as it could have been". To me, it felt like he was discussing Zaun as a distant ideal rather than as the place where he was currently located or a political identity he identified with. He admires that other people who are more political than him had a cohesive vision for something the undercity that Viktor knows could become.

Viktor is actually incredibly apolitical, which is interesting when you consider he was assistant to Heimerdinger, who was head of the Council. He considers Jayce's time as a Councilor a "waste of our time", it never even occurs to him to use that political power to improve lives in the undercity, instead of science. In general Viktor tends to be pretty blind to other discipline besides science when it comes to bettering the world, and is even dismissive of them, which I think is a bit narrow-minded of him to be honest.

Viktor's dismissiveness towards anything that isn't science when it comes to improving lives is certainly a factor in how his and Jayce's relationship becomes strained in S1, he never sees Jayce's work as a Councilor as potentially offering a broader avenue for achieving their goals to help the undercity, not once, which is actually rather baffling and interesting that he has this blindspot (possibly because of my theory that at a certain point in S1, once he knows he's rapidly dying, Viktor is only using "helping the undercity" as a smokescreen to others but mostly himself to cover up his shame for the fact he really just wants to use Hextech to save himself while the undercity has become secondary, but he doesn't want to admit that. That also explains his shame when he sees Sky's notes and realizes he's been trying to save himself to the exclusion of all else, that he's lost sight of his larger goals and dreams.)

Even when Viktor starts the cult in the undercity, it's not a politically motivated enclave, he doesn't describe it as part of a Zaunite movement. It really is just posed as a refuge for those in need, separate entirely I would argue from the Piltover vs. Zaun conflict, unlike Ekko's Firelights who provide shelter AND do community action and freedom fighting. Indeed, Viktor heals Salo, a Councilor, the most privileged of the privileged from Piltover. I'd argue this is an additional sign that he is "colorblind" when it comes to the conflict between the two cities.

Finally, I would argue that Viktor is from a generation that somewhat precedes the class conflicts and brewing civil war between Piltover and the undercity. I think he's from a generation where the cities were still linked enough that they were more like the "good" and the "bad" side of the tracks. He was smart enough to get out and make something of himself in the big city, he has a goal of helping to uplift those he left behind, but he sees them as one city still even if he has sympathy later for a separatist movement. The way he talks about the undercity to me feels less like a separate entity and more a particular disadvantaged community within Piltover.

Anyway, I've gone off on like three crazy wild tangents based on your reply. Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed that post! And I agree, of all the Zaunites, Viktor is actually quite different from the others and that is really interesting to explore!

[porcelainmothdoll]

Which genshin impact character(s) are you full on down bad obsessed with?

Wanderer. Not only because I relate to this man so bad but also because he looks so bbg. Also has a very cool hat. I am holding back the urge to yap endlessly about this man. But I absolutely hate how the fandom keeps mischaracterizing him or sexualizing him. Like okay, sure. Be horny for him and all that but stop making him be a fucking sex slave and everything. I may be part of the Scaranation but most of the Scaranation disgusts me more than I dislike most people. Now I know I said be horny with them or whatever but don't be horny for fucking Kabukimono, this innocent little bb doesn't deserve that. Let him keep his innocence. It won't last for long anyway. I hate the fanon version of Scaramouche which is either like "Oh he can do no wrong!!" Or "Oh but he's just an UwU boii!!" Or shit like that because NOO. You're missing the entire point of his character. He was a puppet. He was misled into thinking everyone betrayed him and he did horrible things. The point of erasing himself from Irminsul was not just because of self hatred, he wanted to reverse his terrible actions. It didn't, he has to live with the guilt of every single mistake he has committed and overcome it. He is not a femboy, he is not UwU, he is not a sex doll and he can do wrong. I know this is a fictional character in which it doesn't matter what you do with him, so I'm not gonna be like those Scaramouche fans that bash and wish death upon people for including the tiniest thing relating to Wanderer just because he's their comfort character. I'm not gonna gatekeep him as long as people start treating him with some goddamn respect. That's all I want for him. For his fanbase to give him some space and respect him or at the very least sympathize with him. Now, if you don't wanna that's fine. Walk away. But you shouldn't take your hatred for him out on anyone or anything, in real life. If you hate him, that's okay too. People can have their opinions but don't go bashing people for it.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[ofswordsandpens]

I can't remember how much of this is implied canon or my own interpretation, but I fully believed that Chiron recognized Percy was a son of Poseidon from the fountain incident with Nancy Bobofit, knew that a child of the Big Three being claimed would be a total shit show, and simply chose not to say a word about it