#Left Wanting More

[cakerybakery]

Cause I’m editing The Stork on paper which can only happen a narrow window of time I’ve been working on other projects to satisfy the itch to write. And I like talking about what I’m writing so, scenes. Working title is Happy Father’s Day.

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Adam rinsed his brush, “okay, going back a second. You knocked Lilith up? In Eden? I thought you were all, true love and dreamers or what the fuck ever.”

Shrugging Lucifer finished brushing his teeth before continuing. “Fuck no. It’s what we told Charlie cause she was fucking five. What was I going to say?” He rinsed the brush and leaned against the counter. “Your mom had an ass you could bounce a quarter off and tits I could bury my face in? That the whole reason I even gave her the fucking apple was because she couldn’t leave the sight of the garden walls without eating a bite. That heaven made you two that way so that you couldn’t wander off. And I wanted the blow job she offered for that bite.”

Adam and Lucifer went to get dressed. “So you fucked over humanity for a blow,” Adam grabbed onto bed frame trying to catch his breath before continuing, “blow job? That is not the story the angels told us.”

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“Oh that’s, that’s interesting. You should keep talking.” One of Adam heavy hands squeezed Lucifer’s shoulder.

Lucifer turned his focus back on Adam. He didn’t usually let Lucifer prattle on but he’d been letting Lucifer get off to the sound of his own voice for longer than normal. At the very least he thought Adam would be angrier about Eve.

Adam’s face was flushed, one hand lifting his large belly up to remove the strain of the weight. He had his eyes squeezed shut and the fingers on Lucifer’s shoulder were digging in as Adam struggled to breathe and not tense up too much.

Posted the full story on AO3

[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.

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[eydilily]

quick sketch before any of the eps drop today !

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[canterbury-bell]

Fanart for @beanandberry 's This Love Is Ours 💗

[toboldlymuppet]

gripped by fear

my piece for dark waters, an op angst zine

[laurencin-draws]

women who are rude to me >>>>

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[cakerybakery]

You’d be real ducked up? If heaven gave Lucifer the opposite curse. Like Lilith only miscarries, has stillbirths, or has monsters. But Heaven cursed Lucifer to be able to impregnate anyone he cums in.

It would be an attempt by heaven to punish them. Basically heaven going, good luck having sex now, you degenerate freaks!

Lucifer, about to invent the pull out method, “bitch you think that’s going to stop us?”

Anyways

Adam's mouth writes a cheque his ass has to cash and learns challenging the sin of pride was not a good idea.

The working title for this was Happy Father’s Day, as originally the story ended on Father’s Day.

[feralnumberfive]

[harmonysixx]

what am I doing

[bubblybloob]

I find it very funny that supposedly every time our voices bicker and argue, the princess is just left there, totally unaware.

She seemingly acknowledges this too! After a while of back and forth in our mind, she’ll pipe up because she’s noticed we’ve gotten lost in our thoughts. She must think we have trouble with zoning out. She’s not necessarily wrong, I guess.

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.

[black-and-yellow]

Someone said Micnight was like Team Rocket. And they were right.