#Oh hello!

[feraltwinkseb]

April 4, 2024 - Suzuka, Japan Source: Jumpei Hirano / Alamy Stock Photo

[stars-and-paws]

The hero formally known as shattered space was out patrolling the city for any crime that was effecting innocent civilians when he walked into one due to that fact he wasn't at all looking where he was going.

"oh dear, I'm so sorry there, young one. Are you hurt?

@shattered-space-and-stars

[The child looks up and him with a smile] "hi mister! Im not hurt!" [a look of realisation flashes across the childs face] "your a hero! Like my dads! Well my papa- 'parently my daddy isnt a hero?"

[childoftheriver]

Found this hiding in my photos.

[littlebirdbluebird]

“…hey, another borrower! Finally, someone my scale I can talk to…”

She startled a bit, jumping. "Ah! Wh-who are you?!"

[dragonpyre]

Au where Jason is under the impression Talia told Bruce Jason was alive and just moves back to Gotham to get back to the life he missed. GED, college, part time job, etc. Runs into one of the bats at a coffee shop one day and is confused why they just fainted

[wolfythewitch]

She said to me child I’m afraid for your soul

[foolishfox6]

¿Hey what is a Detwist? Can you hab some info of the twisteds of the au

While I would love to go more indepth, that would be spoilers so I can only say that a detwist is a twisted that is brought back to a state of mind similar to the one they had before being twisted (being "snapped out of it" in a sense), sorta like those redemption aus.

Twisteds are nearly exactly how they are ingame, feral and not really thinking about what they're doing at all. Some are more thinking than others, but that can only go so far.

[srslylini]

uhm

oh my fucking GOD???

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[millyphobic]

˙ . ꒷ 🍪 . 𖦹˙— LIL LOVE BUG

✮ getting a little treat from your girlfriend the morning after

fem!reader x girlfriend!sevika ‪‪❤︎‬ morning after sex ❤︎ reader is booty naked ❤︎ surprisly fluffy but a little suggestive towards the end ❤︎ not proofread (つ.と) | MDNI

“Wake up.”

No response. Sevika rolls her eyes as you simply keep snoring, wondering how the hell you’re still knocked out. She wasn’t that rough…right? Besides, you’re on your belly, one foot dangling off the edge of the mattress, and the blanket tangled around your waist. How the actual hell has your body not forced itself awake from the sheer amount of discomfort this sleeping position seems like? One wrong move and she doesn’t doubt you’d suffocate yourself in the pillows. Seriously, you have no self-preservation whatsoever. The lightbulb is on but no one is home.

At least she’s getting a nice view of your thighs and ass. Respectfully. Every bite mark, every hickey brings her a sense of giddiness. A little sense of possessive pride. That’s her girl lying in her bed and tangled up in her sheets and sporting love bites she made.

“Come on. Wake up, girly. I got you something.” Setting down her gift to you on your nightstand, she gently grasps your shoulder and flips you over, cold metallic fingers of her prosthetic ghosting over the span of your chest and throat until she’s very gently cupping your face. Thankfully you finally rouse from your sleep, an adorably miffed expression taking over you. Between your squinting eyes and wrinkled nose, you looked like a very upset bunny.

“Hand. It’s cold.”

“It’s metal. Of course it’s cold.”

“Oh my god, I know that! Let go!”

A lot of scoffs and eye rolls ensue but Sevika lets your face go, opting to plop down next your bare self. “Nice tits, by the way,” she muses. And because she’s such a good girlfriend she takes a fat squeeze of your tit with her real hand, hot and calloused palm and all.

And clearly you like that, snorting out a laugh as you stretch out your sore body. “Only for you, babes. Also-” you sit up with a groan, shifty hands snatching a little pastry bag on your nightstand. “You brought me goodies. Love you!”

She can’t help but smile, a real soft smile that she’d never give to another person, as you open up the bag. A little treat for being such a sweet girl and taking what she gives you every night.

“This is so cute! Aww, Vika. I love you so much, really!” You hold out a cookie in your palm, a huge grin on your face as you marvel at the treat. With red-and-pink frosting and fondant eyes, it looked like some sort of critter.

“The cookie’s called ‘Lil Love Bug’. Seems appropriate for my baby here.” You can tell she’s proud of herself here and it’s adorable, blowing her a quick kiss before taking a bite of your cupcake.

“Yum, it’s chocolate. And the frosting is good too. Want some?”

“Mhm. Get over here.” And you’re laughing again as she shamelessly leaned in for a kiss, licking at your frosting-covered lips. It’s not long until you’re laying down again and pulling Sevika with you, one hand curled around her neck while the other is carefully holding your treat from harm. “Either hurry up and eat that thing or put it down.”

“I have to enjoy this,” you counter, but do as she says by popping it in your mouth. Between chews you hum out, “well, you can always buy me another.”

“That I can,” she agrees. “You look real cute from here.” There’s a gentle lull in her voice as she swipes her thumb over your cheek, wiping away any stray crumbs.

Look at you. Making her all soft. Domestic. It should scare her how easily you’ve sanded down her rough edges, how you’ve easily soothed her into feather-light touches and honeyed whispers of devotion. But she doesn’t mind. As you lay bare before her and playfully skim your hands over your body in temptation, she doesn’t mind one bit being soft for you.

[kcrra]

it makes me literally sick to think about alicent's relationship to her children. like. they are all she has. she loves them more than anything and hates them just as much. each of them is a shackle around her neck. they are her babies even though she was a baby herself, forced to be their mother. she'll pick up a knife for them. they are her living prison. everything she ever does is for them. their very existence makes her sick. she understands them and yet doesn't know them at all. they are her future. they stole her past.

she was 15 years old tethered to a rotting body of a man entirely against her will, watching each of her children invade her body as a result of martial rape. how were they ever supposed to have a normal relationship!!!!!!!

[rookanisstuff]

“tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms”

[edithdraws]

Hello Adam Warlock nation 🧡

[mintivee]

i care for them......

@buggachat ml bakery enemies au comic binging left me utterly insane and i couldn't sleep until i redrew something there will be more sorry

[mrsbridgerton]

nicola coughlan posting about rafah (palestine) on her Instagram story the day season 3 of bridgerton drops - the woman you ARE nicola