#aka dick the prick

[pollenallergie]

Hey, do you think- *takes a minute to catch my breath after running all the way over to your place and barging inside* Do you think Eddie calls his dick “pretty guy?” Like, he gets home after a long day, immediately settles into his desk chair, and finally whips his cock out - which has been half hard and begging for attention all damn day. And, like, he blissfully sighs once he’s finally wrapped his hand around it and gruffly says, “Don’t think I forgot about you, pretty guy,” as he begins to languidly stroke the length of it. Do you think he does that???

[gyrlliar]

Doggy

(sub top author (aka me) x pwr bottom male/ftm reader)

(tags: bl*wjob (o), oral fixation, me being a degenerate, mentions or implications of r*ding (i) me)

Argyle whimpered loudly, throwing his head back as you sucked on his fat, musky cock eagerly, teasing the throbbing tip of his cock with your silk like tongue made his hands grip the bed and onto your hair.

"F-Fuck...! Please, keep going...haah...please!" Argyle moaned out loudly, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, he panted heavily as his glasses became crooked on his face.

His clammy hands then shoved your head down his throbbing, leaking cock. The taste of his precum with the mix of his cries made you feel in control, you chuckled, the vibrations from the chuckle made his cock twitch violently.

Some tears pricked at the sides of his brown eyes as even the most simple touch from you made him overstimulated with pleasure. He was a degenerate, a fucking dog for you.

You pulled your mouth away from his cock with a string of saliva connecting you two together, his sweating face contorted into confusion as to why you stopped, his dry mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he stuttered out. "W-why did you stop...?" He sputtered out whilst tears dripped down his flushed face.

You placed your warm hand on his cock gently, squeezing the base, making him shudder and choke out a whimper.

"Beg for it, Argy- no, doggy." You said into his ear, his face flushed up even more if it was possible. Argyle gulped, he was so desperate for you and your touch that he was willing to just throw away his goddamn dignity just to get his dick sucked.

Slowly, Argyle dipped down his head, by the way the tip of his ears reddened, he was heavily embarrassed but not embarrassed enough to start begging for you to just touch his horny dick.

"Please.....touch me, m-master! I need your mouth to just slobber all over my pathetic dick, please, please, please...I wanna cum so fucking bad...." Argyle begged, his drool and tears mixing together pathetically, he didn't dare to touch his own cock because his hand wouldn't even compare to your touches.

You laughed, he blushed in shyness at the sound of your sweet laugh. You let out a sigh, "I didn't even ask for you to call me master, yet you did. How adorable." You said with a purr in your voice that made Argyle's cock somehow become bigger, you chuckled once more.

"Alright, come here. I'll make you cum since you're such a good doggy for me." Argyle's imaginary dog ears perked up in happiness as you dipped down and started sucking on his dripping dick.

"O-oh! Please, master...yes! Haah..." He babbled out, his mind going blank in pleasure once more.

After just 2 minutes of sucking his overstimulated cock, his dick was violently twitching in your mouth and his hard thrusts became sloppier.

Argyle's precum was dripping down your chin, and the glasses he once wore were now discarded on the ground without a care.

Even though his vision was blurry with tears, it was very clear to see that he was about to cum in your mouth.

"O-oh..! I'm gonna cum, master! T-thank you!" He rambled frantically as his thick cum inconsistantly spurted into your mouth, starting out small and then filling up your mouth in an instant.

You pulled away from his cock with a echoing 'pop', he looked down at you with an embarrassed look in his eyes that replaced the mindless look. "I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cum in your mouth! Um, you should probably spit it out!" Argyle rambled frantically.

You stared at him blankly whilst audibly gulping down his thick, heavy seed making him gasp and his cheeks flush a bright red. "Y-you didn't have to do that..." Argyle mumbled shyly, his stutter prominent as he looked away from you.

Suddenly, you pushed him down on the bed forcefully. He yelped in surprise as you suddenly started grinding on top of his cock, his flaccid dick immediately hardened once you touched it again. "W-What are you doing, (Name)?" He stuttered out nervously.

You laughed, "I haven't given you the full experience yet." You purred out. His heartbeat quickened as his cock throbbed. "Let's go for a ride, shall we?" Argyle nodded eagerly, his imaginary dog ears perking up. You chuckled warmly whilst petting his head.

"Good doggy."

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(cringe but whateve r)

[sukioyakio]

thought

Cowboys!Sukuna who is the most handsome and fearsome cowboy in the west,Who’s is ever western girl crush,every time he out girls were always talking his ear off or trying everything in the book to get in his pants (I would to-WHAT WHO SAID THAT🫢).His large muscular body was a dream to have wrapped around your body,while he fuc-.He Was always challenging other cowboys to a race,he always have that smirk that made girls dream things about.(he always in my head and it not even in dreams anymore)

Cowboy!Sukuna who originally said that he wouldn’t go out with you aka his best friend but somehow finds himself going to. Cowboy!Sukuna who is surprised that you decided to not wear any of your Adam slander outfits;the ones you always wear whenever your on the barnyard or field but instead to wear a something decent.(Flare jeans and a cute cropped top with gloves and boots on)

Cowboy!Sukuna who has been staring glancing at you for a bit now,watching you goof around the dance floor,with that same breath taking smile you always have on.And he takes notice of the other cowboys in the bar looking at the dance floor and even looking at you. (What a good man,he already look like a walking candy bar who just waiting to be eate-Woah woah I’m gonna stop) Cowboy!Sukuna who was getting quite irritated by multiple girls that were trying to get into his pants,and constantly flirting with him.As he just glares them off or just start off say that he’ll never fuck a whore like them.As he gets another drink to get him through the hours.

Cowboy!Sukuna who walks towards you on the dance floor because he was getting annoyed of those others cowboys staring bored he said to you and you made jokes about how he such a Lone Wolf,and he nudged you on the shoulder and you laugh while nudge him back.

Cowboy!Sukuna who hears you say that your going back to the bar to get a drink and then go back to the dance floor,but that was ten minutes ago and he was starting to get a bit annoyed.Now walking down to the bar he see you talking to a Low Ass Cowboy.More like the cowboy mouth just spitting out his ass.He just leans over the wall where he wouldn’t be seen.

He says that it wasn’t his business to tell you to go away from those Ass talkers.

Cowboy!Sukuna,who saw what cross his mind,and completely charged toward your direction,as If he couldn’t stand the thought of you going to get fucked by some small dick prick and did something he knew he shouldn’t have. He put his own hat on your head (it a rule of the cowboy,basically saying if a cowboy put or you put there hat on,it their way of saying that your there’s).

Sukuna knew that you don’t even know what he was doing,and he knew immediately when your confused eyes looked up at him with your doe eyes lance with confidence and challenge the same eyes he had dreams about.

The same girl he said to himself that he would get over,but he could never do.Your face,your eyes, those soft lips, your curves that somehow make him feel like your the one who intoxicates him with your existence.He never mind when you wear your little Adam slanders fits,to be honest he enjoys it more then you trying to fit in more with others whores.

Don’t know should I continue this or ACTUALLY focus on part two of usemehuh

Please be more then happy to leave comments or your opinion in the comments.

[starwrighter]

A DpxDc prompt because I <3 all of you but am too shy to talk in the discord.

The Subnautica au I promised! (I might make two of them)

Okay, so Danny is around 14 or 15 in this. He is still a halfa but the portal has been temporarily closed for plot reasons. So the portal is closed and Danny has no clue what to do now. Due to the portal being closed Danny's grades have improved exponentially enough that he gets an work offer from Altera (ignore the child labor it's the Giw/Altera's shady business practices fault)

Danny is ecstatic because he's finally getting the opportunity to go to space! He knows if he waits the portal will be reopened and he'll never have a chance like this again so he takes it. In less than a month Danny has been trained and is shipped off to the Aurora. He's heading towards planet 4546b with very little information on the planet itself.

The crash happens and Danny doesn't use his powers to save the ship because something around the atmosphere was preventing full accessing his powers in full. Danny scrambles to the life pods and ends up being the only one in life pod five. The whole life pod scene happens with Danny being knocked out by the panel flying off the wall.

He wakes up with the life pod on fire and quickly uses what he can of his ice powers to put it out not realizing there's a fire extinguisher. Danny exits the life pod and realizes that a lot of people he talked to on the ship not even a day ago were probably dead. Judging by his inability to go ghost, he wouldn't be reuniting with them in the ghost zone any time soon.

He is devastated but goes about exploring and trying to find any other survivors. His hope of finding survivors near the crash zone dies when the ship explodes and starts leaking deadly radiation. Danny of course rushes to try and fix this. It's easier for him to get there because he can stay under water for an inhuman amount of time and has a built up immunity to radiation as a halfa.

Now to the DC part of this. Let's stick with only the batfam existing in this universe. The entire batfam are classified as leviathan's. All of them have two forms with one of said forms being semi humanoid mer like appearance. They are still pretty big in this form, think 7-8ft at the smallest (aka Damian) The other form is something I like to call

Big f-ken fish™

Which is full on terrifying reapers (we'll decide what each of the fam specifically look like later) and a lot of them are chilling in the crash zone when Danny is fixing the Aurora's reactor. Danny has not yet been spotted by the reapers.

Now they're already pissed off because a big arse ship just crashed into their planet and destroyed a great deal of it. They don't exactly know what a space ship is but they do know that the technology is advanced and the only thing remotely close on their planet is from the precursors who were a bunch of pricks.

Before the explosion the fam kept an eye on the weird creatures that crawled out of the metal eggs They watch them almost immediately start dying from predators or Kharaa. They were there when the ship exploded and started leaking radiation and killing the local wild life much to Damian's despair.

So the Fam are pretty pissed off at this point and are circling the ship. They immediately noticed when the ship stops leaking radiation and spot Danny swimming away from the reck quicker than any of the other ones that crawled out of the eggs.

Granted most of the other ones from the eggs immediately died and didn't have faces (the wet suits looked weird and Danny refuses to wear them no matter how much easier they would make things >:(

They start watching him because obviously there's something odd about this thing it looks kinda like a much smaller version of their smaller forms. Danny is getting pretty ticked off that his PDA keeps making false alarms of leviathan's. Duke, and tim are the ones monitoring Danny in the safe shallows. Jason and Dick in the crash zone. Barbra and Stephanie in the kelp forest. Cass and Bruce are patrolling the grassy plateaus.Damian is by himself at the quarantine gun/ sunbeam landing sight.

Danny sets up base near the quarantine gun™ because for some reason even though he's not infected he can't turn the damn thing off. So Damian is the only one currently capable of watching him. Damian has a theory that he 100% sure is correct. As a 1600 year old leviathan he's not a baby he's almost an adult and doesn't remember being a baby. This thing crawled out of an egg and is super tiny so it is obviously a baby and a very smart one at that. While it didn't have the claws, gills, tail, or scales they had it was super fast, could freeze things, had super strong hands despite looking dull and frail, it could take useless scraps and rocks and turn them into complex structures. It was obviously a new type of leviathan the ship carrying eggs. Danny was the smallest of the babies but he was also the strongest, and smartest; surviving long enough to have eyes and hair. This baby was young enough that he still needed to surface for air he needed to be protected.

Danny has no clue he's now being stalked by a group of reapers that decided he was their new baby brother/son

[chaoticace2005]

Why Valentino needs to chill the fuck out (AKA a list of complaints on the pissbaby):

(By Velvette, the only one here with a braincell)

(Her list for Vox (to stop obsessing over Alastor) here)

1. I can’t stop you from being a dick to your employees but STOP RIPPING UP MINE

2. Can you keep your obsession with Angel Dust in the studio? Bringing him up elsewhere makes Vox think he can bitch about Alastor and I don’t need anymore of that.

3. Bringing up the Radio Demon to win an argument just makes everyone suffer.

4. I know therapy is a lost cause with you but seriously?

5. Figure out whatever the fuck you and Vox have going on. You’re not dating but you have Radio Demon- related foreplay and Vox gets jealous whenever you bring up “Angelcakes.”

6. I’ll blow my brains out if I hear the name “Angelcakes” again.

7. I don’t want to keep replacing lights after you run into them head first

8. I don’t want to keep having to spend money buying mothballs so you won’t eat my clothes.

9. When you get pissed you get horny, and I’d prefer if you didn’t fuck anyone on the kitchen counter.

10. Or my closet

11. Can you stop crying about the fact I have (gorgeous) hair and you don’t? Not my fault your head looks like an egg

12. Also weird pheromones? Can you keep that stuff inside you until we need to make more Love Potions? The whole place stinks

13. Your rage bedazzling has begun to get out of hand. I took a shower and rhinestones came out of the tap.

14. STOP FIRING BEDAZZLED (OR ANY) GUN INTO WALLS. AND STOP SAYING ITS FINE BECAUSE YOU LIKE HOLES.

15. Chasing down your employee who is staying with the PRINCESS AND KING of HELL isn’t the best idea.

16. Also, again, Radio Demon. And he may be an ancient prick but Vox is so insufferable.

17. Seriously if anyone gets to kill you it’s me. And since I can’t nobody can.

18. We keep having to replace phones because of your tantrums.

19. And employees

20. And TV screens for Vox

21. When you get angry you put things in the top shelves which is really a dick move.

22. At this point I’m starting to worry if you’ll take the name “pissbaby” seriously given your recent fixation and I do NOT want to deal with that.

23. I know tormenting employees can be fun, but also Angel Dust gets us a lot of money. And if he finds a way to opt out then I’m making sure the financial loss comes out of YOUR funds.

24. I don’t want to go to any more shitty overlord meetings alone because Vox is busy having a mental breakdown and you’re busy looking up new forms of torture.

25. Unlike that Carmine hag I am NOT a wrinkly old mom so STOP making me act like it.

25. Apparently you can only be so “problematic” in Hell and you’ve definitely passed that point

26. Seriously? Do you know how often #CancelTheVees is trending? #CancelValentino is FINE but then you go dragging me into this shit…

27. I’m tired of being the responsible one. Why don’t you two old fucks get your shit together?

[softspaceboibrian]

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago || Jamie Tartt

Chapters: 1 - more to come

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Y/N - Social Media Manager for AFC Richmond || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: When Y/N received that email, she couldn't believe it. He was coming back.

Warnings: maybe some swear words. hints and mentions of sexual acts (still SFW). S1 Jamie Tartt aka a dick. a little angsty. Sam being is lovable self.

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes, Dani Rojas, Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton. Some others may appear as mentions.

Wc: 3800 (this works as a pilot or a prologue, to set up the story)

A/N: this story is based on this idea I had and that a few people seemed to like. hopefully you enjoy this first chapter/prologue. and if you want to read more, feel free to leave a comment. If enough people like it, I was thinking to do a taglist, so that people can stay updated. anyways, thanks for reading &lt;;3

When you first heard the news, you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that they could do such a thing. Not to the team, not to you. That was the reason you were stomping up the stair, the clinking of your heels echoing against the walls, as you reached Rebecca’s office.

You didn’t knock, you didn’t wait for them to welcome you in. They knew you were coming. Especially after the email they had sent out. The email had been sent only to the “necessary” people that needed to be involved, and you, being the social media manager for the club, received it. It was probably a way for them to warn you to start preparing the content for the announcement. But you obviously didn’t take it well. They knew about your history, they knew how things had gone down. They had to be expecting you.

“How could you?” Your loud, clear voice, full of anger and disappointment filled the room.

“Good morning, Y/N!” Ted’s cheerful greeting made you want to scream. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” The sarcasm was obvious.

“How could you? After what he did to the team? After what he said about you?” Your tone was loud, so much so that you were sure people from downstairs could clearly hear every single one of your words. “How could you?” You choked on your last words, and as you finally met Rebecca’s gaze, you could feel the familiar sting of the tears that threatened to fall, spill, pour.

The woman sighed, getting up from her chair to make her way around the big desk. “Listen, love, he’s a great player. When Ted told me about their talk, I knew we had to get him back.” She explained, walking over to her. “We cannot let our feelings get in the way of the team’s success.”

You shook your head, taking a step back. “I never thought you would become this cynical.”

“I’m not cynical, just rational.”

“It’s all the same thing. He’s a prick. And pricks don’t change.” You were furious. “And it’s not just my feelings, but the team’s feelings. But you obviously don’t remember how he used to treat everyone.” You lingered on that last word, looking briefly at each of them, before turning around and making your way out of the office and down the stairs. “No one understands.” You whisper, your fists so tight you started to feel that burning sensation of your nails leaving marks on your palms.

Keeping your head low, trying to hide the tears streaming down your face, you made your way to the changing room. You knew you couldn’t say anything to any of the boys yet, but still, you needed some comfort. You needed Sam.

You quickly reached the locker room and knocked, waiting for them to give you a sign to let you know you could come in. And, as soon as you opened the door, you ran straight to Sam, immediately burying your face in his chest.

“Hey, Y/N/N. What is going on?” His thick Nigerian accent immediately bringing comfort to you. “Did something happen?” He asked as he tried to pull away slightly, trying to understand what was happening.

“Just… hug me… please.” You pled, the voice muffled by his jersey. And he did. He wrapped his arms around you, softly placing a kiss on top of your head, before laying his chin in the same spot. You’re immediately comforted by the warmth of your best friend’s embrace. However, you didn’t fail to notice how the familiar chatter of the changing room had started to slowly simmer down until it ultimately came to a halt. A sense of pain and anxiety washed over you at once, and your head started again to fill with the same questions you had asked Rebecca and Ted. Why? Why him? Why now? How could they?

But soon, your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Isaac’s voice. “Who do we have to kill?” You didn’t need to raise your head from Sam’s chest to know that the feeling was shared by most if not all the team’s players.

“No one. Yet.” You mumbled, sniffling. “It’s complicated.” You added as you finally pulled away from Sam, yet still remaining extremely close to him, as if his presence was the only thing keeping you sane and calm at that moment.

“When the moment comes, just call, okay?” You gave a quick nod to the team captain, accompanied by a shy smile. To any casual passer-by, the comment may have seemed sarcastic, the usual banter between friends that care about each other. But the team knew that that was not sarcastic at all and that Isaac would indeed, without a shadow of a doubt, kill someone for you.

You couldn’t exactly remember when, but somewhere down the line, the team had become your chosen family. However, you could clearly remember how that process had started.

You had started working for AFC Richmond around the same time that Ted and Coach Beard did. You didn’t care much for football or sports in general, but you had just recently graduated from university and had found this work through Keeley. You and her had met at your cousin’s going away party a few years before, when he had decided to move to Greece to become an archaeologist. You had immediately bonded over who can even remember what, and remained close friends ever since. So, when she heard that the position had just opened up, she immediately sent your CV to Rebecca, without warning you first. You found out about the job only when you received a call from a certain Mr Higgins, who told you that they had read your curriculum and found it really interesting. And so, you ended up moving to Richmond-upon-Thames and started working for the club.

It didn’t take you long to get to know the team and become friends with them. Obviously, you had your prejudices against footballers, who you thought were self-centred egomaniacs – and you weren’t completely wrong about that – but, to your surprise, most of them turned out to be great people. You quickly became very close with Sam; Roy tolerated you; Isaac and Colin were always kind to you. Even Jamie Tartt, the prick of the team, would usually drop his dickhead persona when he was with you. And that was how you two ended up together. For the first month or so, you would notice his constant flirting, but you never really gave it too much thought. You had read about him in the tabloids, and you knew how he was famous for having a different girl every week. You weren’t that oblivious, you knew he was fit. But, every time he would flirt with you, you would play along for a while, before brushing it off and going back to your business. I’m just his latest challenge, he will move on sooner or later, you thought. Until, roughly a month and a half after you had started working there: he started waiting for you outside the clubhouse, asking you if you needed a ride home. Which then turned into him asking you to grab a coffee with him one day before practice. Then it was dinners. Movie nights at his place. Stolen glances in the hallways of the clubhouse. Sneaking in the boot room to secretly make out. And sooner than you could realise, you were sleeping over at his place most of the time.

You asked him to keep things private for a while. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him. You just needed to be sure about him. So, you kept sneaking around. Avoiding each other as much as possible, too worried that the team might just figure it out. Let me show you off, Jamie would whisper into your ear, in-between wet kisses, as he stood behind you in the kitchen in the morning, wrapping his arms around your waists. Let me take you out to a restaurant, on a proper date, he insisted. But you kept declining his offers. Not yet, baby, you would reply, as you slowly melted under his touch, I need a little more time, you said as you turned around in his arms. And the conversation would die there, with Jamie immediately picking you up and placing you on top of the kitchen counter, his lips trailing their way down your neck, your collarbone, your chest, down, down, until your vision turned hazy and you had to grip onto the marble countertop with all the strength you had in your body, too afraid you might fall off of it, as his lips met finally met your core.

You were able to keep your relationship private longer than you had expected. It was after almost 4 weeks that Nate eventually walked in on you two in the boot room. You weren’t doing anything too private, you were merely making out. But Nate being Nate, froze on his feet as he saw you two holding onto each other, too stunned to move. I was… I needed to… sorry… I didn’t…. As usual, he was too embarrassed to form a complete sentence, so he simply left the room. You two looked at each other and knew that it was only a matter of time before your secret would be out. And you were right. The secret didn’t last the entire day, and when it was time to go home after practice, you were met by a horde of football players, asking you when it had started, how long had that been going on, if you two were official, and so on.

Somehow, but still not completely unexpectedly, the news reached the press in less than a day. The next morning, as you lied in bed with Jamie’s head on your chest, you were woken up by the constant buzzing of your phone. Check this article from The Sun, said a message from your high school friend, with a link attached to it. Is it true? Asked your mother. Congratulations! read the message from your aunt from whom you hadn’t heard in ages. And the messages kept coming. Yes, it was true. You were now in a relationship. Yes, your boyfriend was a famous footballer. Yes, you knew about his fame. Still, you didn’t care. Because, when Jamie was with you, he wasn’t Jamie Tartt, star striker for AFC Richmond, but just Jamie. And you loved just Jamie. He was sweet, he was passionate, he was kind, he always made sure you were feeling well, he brought you flowers once a week, he left some coffee for you in the pot in the mornings, he always made sure you were sexually satisfied – something he was really proud of.

Sadly, you hadn’t realised that, with going public, also came the hate from his fans, who thought that you would be too distracting for their beloved favourite player, and from the girls, the actresses, the top models, the reality tv stars, who had hoped to one day end up with him and whose dream you had shattered overnight. You pulled through it, and that was also thanks to Jamie, who never missed the chance to remind you how much he loved you and cared for you.

However, two months after going public, things started to change. You couldn’t understand why if it was something that you had done or said, but he started to become distant, cold. He would invite you less and less over to his place, and when he did, it was mainly to have sex, to ‘release the tension from practice’. And whenever the team lost, the sex would be rough. He was always on his phone, texting, dming, emailing. A part of you knew it was girls he was talking to, but you couldn’t bring yourself to confront him about it, so you just said nothing and held on. He soon stopped asking you how you were, telling you how much he loved you. You tried asking him what was going on, but he would always deny everything, saying that you were imagining things, that you were just paranoid, and that everything was fine. Fine. Oh, how you came to hate that word. You asked him how he was. Fine. You asked him if he wanted to spend the night together. Fine. You asked him if he wanted to drive to the clubhouse together. Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. You hated fine. In Jamie’s language, fine meant if you really have to, or I would rather you left me alone, or I don’t really care. You hated it. And you hated what your relationship had become. But still, something stopped you from leaving him, maybe the hope that soon things would go back to normal, that soon he would go back to being just Jamie.

But that never happened.

And things only got worse when Ted decided to take him out during a match. You knew that Ted was doing it to teach him a lesson, and he was right to want to do so. But as you watched your boyfriend leave the pitch, you knew things would only get worse. So, you stopped constantly looking for him. You stopped texting him every day. You only met when he asked you.

It was in that period that you grew closer to Sam. You could distinctly remember the day he walked into your office to ask you for a few suggestions on how to make his Instagram page more appealing. Instead walked in on you sitting on the floor, with your back against the wall and your hands in your hair. You didn’t even have the strength to pretend things were okay, so you simply looked up, black lines scarring your cheeks, and met his eyes. “Sorry, Sam, it’s… not a great moment.” You struggled to get the words out.

But Sam didn’t say anything. Instead, he closed the door behind him, made his way across the room and took a seat on the floor next to you. “Is it Jamie?” He asked with his thick Nigerian accent that you would grow to love and even find familiar. You nodded silently. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. “Do we just sit in silence?” A nod. A beat. Then your head slowly fell to the side, until it found its resting place on his shoulder.

You don’t exactly know how long you stayed there, on the floor, in silence. It could have been a few minutes or entire hours. In either case, Sam stayed there, and didn’t leave your side. He never once took out his phone to check his messages, even though you could feel it buzzing in his pocket. He only changed position once, to move his arm and wrap it around your shoulders. That was the first time you had spent that much time in silence with someone without feeling the need to fill it with superficial chatter.

From that day forward, you and Sam were inseparable. There was something about him that simply brought you comfort, a comfort that not even Jamie had been able to give you. Whenever you weren’t sleeping over at Jamie’s, he would come to pick you up and drive you to work. He would drive you home in the evenings, making sure you were all the way inside your house, before sprinting off the road to go home himself. You would start having lunch together, usually joined by some of the other guys – in all of this, most of the time Jamie was nowhere to be found. And whenever your boyfriend acted like a dick with you in front of everyone, he would speak up. Are you his boyfriend now, Sammy? Jamie would mock him, using your nickname for him. I don’t think so. She’s me girl, so I’ll talk to her how I want, a’ight? He would puff out his chest, trying to look bigger and intimidating.

That evening, after practice was over, Jamie sprinted off to who knows where or to who knows who, leaving you there, alone. And, as per usual, Sam would come to the rescue, offering you a lift home.

“Why are you still with him?” Sam asked you as he stopped in front of your house. “You deserve better, not an asshole like him.”

You shook your head. “He’s not like that when it’s just the two of us.” You would always find a way to make excuses for him.

“I don’t care how he is when he’s alone with you, Y/N! If he really loves you, he should treat you well in public as well!” You had never really heard Sam raising his voice before, and it would have been a lie if you had said that you were not intimidated. But, despite everything, you could feel the care and preoccupation in his voice. “You deserve someone that truly cares for you, and that isn’t afraid to show it!” You knew he was right. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say something, to break up with him.

But you never had to.

It was maybe a week after your discussion with Sam when you showed up unannounced at his place. It was cold outside, and you were only wearing a thick jumper. You stood there, in front of his door for at least three whole minutes, before finally knocking on his door. You knocked instead of ringing the bell so that if he was already asleep, you wouldn’t wake him. But he had heard it, and less than 10 seconds later, he was opening the door.

“Y/N, what are you-” He didn’t even finish his question. He took one look at you and knew exactly what had happened. He took your hand gently in his, and immediately pulled you inside, guiding you to the living room. “Wait here a moment.” He said, making you seat on the couch, before running off in search of a blanket. “Okay, wrap yourself in this while I put the kettle on.” He opened the blanket and put it around your shoulders.

“Stay here, please.” You whispered, grabbing him by the wrist before he could move away again.

“But you’re shivering.”

“Just… please.”

As soon as he met your eyes once again, he felt his heart drop to his stomach. He had seen you in distress before, he had comforted you multiple times after your fights with Jamie. But this time he didn’t even need for you to tell him what had happened, he already knew. He took a seat next to you, fixing the blanket so that it was properly covering your entire body, before pulling you to his chest.

“He said that I was too much work.” The words left your mouth watery. “That I asked too much of him. And that, since he was going back to Man City, it was better to call it quits.” You whispered. You could feel Sam’s body tense, the air blowing through his nose. You knew he wanted to say a lot of things. He wanted to tell you that he was a dickhead, that he never realised what he had in front of him, that he had just lost the best woman he could ever find, that he was a moron, a jerk, an idiot, a fool. But he didn’t. He remained silent. And he did the best he could to comfort you. He stroke your hair and your back, he rocked you and hummed to you, until you fell asleep.

After that night, it didn’t take long for the rest of the team to find out what had happened, and how it had happened. Every single one of the boys sent you a text, saying, each in their own way, that they were sorry, that Jamie was a dick, and that they were there for you if you needed them. And you were glad to know so many people cared for you, people that up until a few months ago didn’t even know you and that you would have never expected in your life to end up being friends with. They all stopped and hugged you when they met you in the corridor for the first time after it had happened. But some of them surprised you.

You hadn’t been able to sleep for the last few nights, which was made obvious to everyone by the way you dragged your feet against the floor whenever you walked around the clubhouse, your legs too heavy for your exhausted body to properly move. You had also stopped taking care of yourself. Yes, you showered and brushed your teeth because you hated not being presentable for work. But you had stopped brushing your hair every morning and every night, like your grandmother had thought you when you were little. And you had stopped wearing make-up. Not that you would normally put on a full face every day, but you stopped using mascara because it made your eyes burn whenever you cried, and the light concealer you used under your eyes to make yourself look fresher, more awake. And now your puffy red eyes and dark circles were there, on display, for everyone to see, a reminder of how you were feeling.

That morning you had opted for a very comfortable pair of sweatpants and a warm AFC Richmond hoodie. Using supportiveness as a way to hide your depression. Smart, you thought. Sad. You were sitting in your office, alone, working on the new social media campaign, when suddenly you heard someone knock on your door. “Come in.” You said flatly. As the door opened, you looked up from your laptop, only to see Sam walk in, followed by Isaac, Colin and Dani. “How can I help you, boys?” You forced a smile on your face.

“Want to watch a movie with us tonight?” Asked Isaac, taking the lead. You looked at the quartet in front of you, unsure of what to say. “We can watch whatever sad movie you prefer, and Dani can bring some Mezcal.”

“Boys, I-” You started, but you were instantly cut off.

“Uh-uh!” The Welsh stepped forward. “We don’t want to hear any I’d rather be alone or I don’t want to be a bother bullshit, okay? We want to do this.”

“Yes, we only asked to be nice, but if you say no, we will just kidnap you and force you to do it.” Said Sam, a soft, warm smile on his face, as he leaned over your desk.

“Por favor, Y/N” Dani pled, showing you his big, brown puppy eyes.

“Fine!” You gave in. “On one condition: we order Chinese.”

They all look at each other, before bursting out laughing.

A/N: if you read all the way through, thank you ! feel free to leave a feedback/comment. i would love to know what you think about it and if you would be interested in reading more of this story. let me know if you would like to be put in a taglist for this fic! love you <3

[not-so-lost-after-all]

Moments before the disaster

Astarion and Tav having supposedly the last chance to have some fun time together AKA the missing opportunity to go on a date.

Inspired this amazing piece by the talented @lirotation This is not your Amaara but I hope you don't mind ;)

Tagged: @spacebarbarianweird

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His heart was lighter, she knew. It's been two tendays and something since he gloriously murdered Cazador, that prick who ruined his life, and they both were giddy. Amongst all the violence around, it was perhaps the only comforting thing, Esipre thought.

They both knew it's only question of time before he'll have to return to the shadows - if they survive at all - and they had an unspoken deal to make the most out of it.

They made love almost every night and sometimes it felt like her legs are shaped around his hips and her breasts were always sore. "He would make a fine consort if you're the type to be addicted to dick," Minthara raised her eyebrow and Esipre just shook her head and laughed.

She gave him her blood once, the most she could effort. As always it felt like falling into the cold water and then heatwave thanks to his touches. Her eyelids were already heavy when he kissed her and he tasted like smoke and brandy and the iron in her blood. She rolled her hips and sighed when he filled her up and then Astarion whispered something in elvish while brushing her chin and neck with his lips. Sometimes she woke up to him curled around her like a cat. One morning she watched the first rays of sun coming through the window and through the tip of his pointy ear before waking him up by kissing that ear.

The two of them were always the last to go to sleep and the first ones to get up, just shortly after sunrise.

But the time was almost up. Tomorrow or the day after that, she thought. Their merry band was well prepared and Esipre tried to keep their spirit high the best way she could. She was strangely calm about what they're about to do, she wasn't more sure about anything in her life.

When Astarion asked her about it, she shrugged. "Of course. But being afraid was never of any use to me. I'm done running."

"That's my girl," he grinned and nodded.

"Truth to be told, it was you who inspired me to not run away just because it's the easiest way."

He looked at her, bewildered. "Easy now, darling..."

Gods above, she loved all of him but it always made her heart flutter how precious he was whenever thrown out of his element.

"Anyway, this may be our last chance to have fun. Come with me?" Esipre smiled at him. She offered him her hand and Astarion immediately took it.

First thing first, she stole a bottle of red wine from a street vendor while laughing at his stupid jokes. Astarion was simply standing nearby, enjoying the show. "I could say I'm shocked about your criminal behaviour, you villain, but that would be a lie," her vampire rewarded her with a high pitched giggle. He stole two iron cups in a short few minutes...

The were walking along the waterfront and watched the last returning fishing boats.

They heard a scream from a dark alleyway and then a Sharran cultict running from that direction. She blasted him with a firebolt, then dramatically bowed like an illusionist when two temple guards were thanking her.

They were sitting in the shade of an apple tree in the park, with Astarion's head in her lap. The sun was already low in the sky, its light golden. They heard some female voices calling their kids for dinner. She wrinkled her nose as one of the buzzing bees briefly stopped in front of her. Esipre sipped a bit of the wine from the cup and laughed as Astarion was gossiping about Shadowheart. The moment was like the last day of summer, sweet and melancholic at the same time.

"What is it, darling?" Astarion noticed her unfocused eyes.

Esipre didn't want to ruin the mood but then decided to simply tell the truth. "I just wish to freeze this moment in time."

"I don't. I'm just happy there's something always changing in my life now, after two centuries of doing the same with the same outcome."

"And you can deal with anything, I'm aware of that." Astarion was the strongest person she knew but telling him that would make his ego the size of the moon. Though he wasn't so sure how well he's going to take the ending of his love affair with the sun because that surely won't come gently. But she left that unsaid.

Esipre caressed his collarbone with her finger. "You're still warm from the sun," she smiled.

There was a hint of something darker, painful in his ruby eyes but it almost instantly faded. Astarion then took her hand and kissed her wrist. "Just an illusion anyway. I can perform the same trick using't heat from the fire whenever you want to."

Esipre was a bit tipsy which always made her say things she would probably regret saying otherwise.

"Provided we'll survive. I... may not be some serial killer you can swoon over or a young girl who you'd have easier time to wrap around you finger..."

"Don't," he moved a finger across her jaw. "How many times do I need to tell you you're perfect everytime?"

She hapilly giggled. "...but I think we've still had a great time together. Just so you know." Becase you may not want to see me ever again if we survive tomorrow.

"Look," Esipre pointed at the last small part of the sun disappearing on the horizon with childlike wonder.

"I can only see you," Astarion continued watching her, now sitting next to her.

She turned to him, then they both closed their eyes. "Three. Two. One," she whispered to the last rays of the sun.

The kiss was teasing and playful and long like they have all the time in the world. "That choice was painful, you know that," he said when their foreheads touched. "It'll be even more. But for moments like this I wouldn't have it any other way."

[starculler]

strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

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Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

[fandonnavyce]

Ship Week: Afterdark

Sweet Endings aka The Epilogue

CW: Mature Sexual Themes (skirting around subspace/aftercare)

Part 1

“Shit, ok that was too much. Let’s get out of here.”

Cupping Jason with his power, Danny teleports with him. He reacts with horror as Jason’s ghost core flinches away in pain from contact with his powers. Danny immediately lets go, dropping them into a private corner.

Like a puppet with cut strings, Jason collapsed to the ground; dropped to his knees. Cascade-failure. His mind turned static white.

Jason keened.

Mindlessly, he nuzzled Danny’s crotch. Jason's heated breath misted the metal zipper. Restless fingers fidgeted with the buckles on Danny's boots. Jason felt overwhelmed. He could feel his cock desperately straining against the confines of his jeans, hard beyond belief. But he couldn’t quite dare reach out to touch himself for relief.

Everything already didn’t feel real. Distorted. Disconnected. Unreal. But Jason was terrified that everything would come to a sickening stop. That reality would crash upon him with horrifying realism. That Danny would react and treat him with disgust and disdain.

A soothing hand petted his head even as it pulled Jason away from his solid warmth to instead rest his head on his thigh. Jason could feel tears prick the corner of his eyes, completely against his will. Danny’s hand, caressing his hair was simultaneously making Jason feel so much better and so much worse. He was trembling. Jason knelt there, at Danny's feet, too weak to move. Suddenly aware of all the strangers in his vicinity, the music pounding in his ear. Jason rested his head for shelter, hiding in Danny's embrace.

Someone was walking towards them. Jason could feel himself bristle and snarl. But Danny’s hand held a touch of warning to it. Jason heeled, even as he vibrated out of his skin.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Part of Jason felt mortified, that was being seen on his knees basically being stroked like a pet and a knife-edge away from panting to suck Danny’s dick. So he solved it by burying his face further into Danny’s crotch. As if that solved anything. As if, because Jason couldn’t see Sam, he would finally be able to turn invisible. Danny’s hand turned soothing. Danny shifted his body to further hide the kneeling Jason from sight.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sam asked as she approached. Jason was on the floor and looked worryingly out-of-it whilst Danny, instead of doing something to help or at least teleporting Jason to the Speeder, Danny was just holding him here instead.

“I did a stupid,” Danny admitted to Sam. “I wasn’t being careful enough and I overwhelmed Jason. But this seems to be calming him down.”

Sam crossed her arms, looking very unimpressed at Danny.

“Overwhelmed him, how?”

“While we were dancing Jason’s core began feeding off the emotions here and building itself. I wanted to help so I added some of my ectoplasm to the mix, but I must've accidentally given too much, too fast or something. Now his ghost core is straining under the metaphorical weight of it. I would try to take it back but that would require touching his ghost core.”

“Which would just overwhelm him further, thus exacerbating the problem.”

“Exactly. It hurt him to even try to teleport him just out of this building with me.” Even whilst he was still speaking, Danny made sure to continue comforting Jason.

Line Break

Jason could hear Sam and Danny continue talking but it was like he was underwater. He couldn’t focus on it. He played with the green laces of Danny’s knee high boots, feeling the coarse texture of the lace’s fabric between his fingers. The laces glowed in the dark. Jason felt his breathing even out. He still wanted to suck Danny’s dick. But he held back.

"Hey Jason," a soft, gentle voice greeted him.

Jason blearily opened his eyes. He didn't even know when he had closed them.

The first thing he saw was Danny's face looking at him with a concerned, tender look on his face. Jason felt his stomach flip-flop.

"Easy Jason, how are you feeling?"

Jason's tongue felt really heavy. Talking, moving his lips, making his voice go, felt beyond him. Instead he relaxed fully into Danny’s caressing hand and breathed in contentment.

Danny chuckled. "I'm glad you're feeling so comfortable, but I think you'll feel so much better if we got outta here. Do you feel up for the trip?"

Jason blinked slowly, taking a moment to let the words sink in. Rubbing his face up against Danny's thigh, he slowly brought himself back to awareness. Getting back to his feet was another though.

"Ah here, let me carry you."

The next thing Jason knew, all 6feet and 225lbs of him was being effortlessly scooped up.

"Ha, don't worry Jason, I won't drop you."

Jason blushed. He was being carried tenderly in Danny's arms. He relaxed into Danny’s secure hold, burying his face into Danny's broad chest

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[aufucker]

Good Boy

Aka Jack is Coping™️

BJ POV first half, Jack's in the second

CW: Super brief mention of wanting to noncon someone, talks of decomp work, pet play if you really squint, and dude just cranking it on the clock

You called him a lot of things over the times you begrudgingly had to work with him. Jackass, prick, pig, all things he had heard before in excess, with words losing more and more bite as time went on; almost becoming words of endearment, insults said with a snort and a roll of your eye. Said with a crinkle of your nose you hadn't noticed until he pointed out out.

Always did it when you smiled, apparently.

So he let you call him a dick, a fuck head, an old man, and a fucking pervert, for every insult would be met with that same smug grin that just barely pulled at the corners of his mouth, every response with the same "Mm-hmm." before finally doing what he should have in the first place. You knew he was doing this on purpose now.

And insults were so easy. So expected. It was simply how the two of you spoke to each other, and you were sure anyone else wouldn't get off so lucky trying the same.

You watched him sign his lazy scribble of a signature on insurance paper after insurance paper, every proof of detail of gruesome deaths that happened in each of those homes for some suit far away to pick apart, until the very last one was finally done and handed to you with little interest.

"Good boy." You told him as you reached for the paper. You saw his hand seize ever so slightly, the veins and tendons shifting underneath his pale skin as his grip on the paper tighted. Involuntary.

You always liked his hands.

"...what?" he asked. You never heard him sound so unsure, and by how he was looking at you, it was like you had someone else speaking from your mouth.

"Said 'good boy', figured trying positive reinforcement would get you to signing these off more often, yeah?"

His face was clearer than others, but even in the mess of shapes, you could see the shades of red and pink burning into his complexion. Ears picked the quiet hitch in his breath he tried to cover with the knitting of his dark brow and a curl of his lip. A desperate burial of the amused grin he usually wore. A bleeding of red darkening in his face with mossy eyes suddenly so much more interested in the legal jargon of the paperwork than they were looking at you.

But they still wanted to look at you.

"Just take your shit, B. I'll see you around."

"Gotta let go first, Officer Dean."

With a quiet huff from his nostrils, his grip finally released the paper's corner, now slightly softened and indented from his skin.

"Good boy."

"Bye, B."

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Your face was burning, blood boiling under your flesh from your anger, from your bruised ego. From your confusion. Her stupid fucking smile that crinkled her pierced nose, the way she honeyed those fucking words as she slid them to you.

Good boy.

She knew what she was doing. Rarely did the two of you do anything on accident. The clicking of your pen was loud, matching your heartbeat. Who the fuck did she think she was? What the fuck was she trying to gain from calling you that? Why the fuck was everything so God damned tight.

You hated your uniform; tight, stiff, and stuffy on even the best days, but now, it hurt. It ached and it pressed against the teeth of your fly and why?

You still heard her, her words and tones still so clear that they drowned out the sound of you freeing yourself from the smothering confines of your midnight blue trousers. Red and angry, just as you were.

You didn't even fully know why, yet you gripped yourself in calloused hand and pumped with quiet growls and swears through your clenched teeth.

"Good boy... who the fuck..." Your teeth found your bottom lip, pulling it in and locking it tight between canines until the taste of whatever boiled blood didn't traverse below coated your tongue.

Good boy. Good boy. How good would I be slamming her face into a wall and doing what I should have done years ago? I could be so fucking good making her choke around it. I could--

Good boy.

You could hear her so clear, even over your gasps for breath, over the grinding of your teeth as you tried so hard to swallow the practically pathetic whine of release that still poured between your fingers despite the vice grip you had on yourself.

You realized your anger poured out with it, leaving nothing behind but confusion and an unfortunately sticky mess under your desk.

What a good boy you are, yeah?

[clay-cuttlefish]

Some speculation about the New 52 Question.

aka: his identity was finally revealed and I'm trying to figure out why he's like that.

If you haven't read any of Trinity of Sin, it is bad. Mostly for normal event reasons - it's cluttered, the OCs are boring, the continuity and characterization changes needed to make it work are bizarre, you know the drill.

On top of that, though, there's a very strange problem: the central Trinity is barely a Trinity. Pandora and the Phantom Stranger are both powerful magical beings with obvious reasons for being the world's "greatest sinners." (Not that this is a good angle for PS, but it's a well defined one.) They're set up as foils almost immediately, and they each get their own solo to develop them before the Trinity events properly kick off.

And then there's the Question, who has 1/3 as many appearances, no solo, no clear reason to be part of this trio, and powers that mostly let him be a dick. His true identity is a mystery, and his arc never resolves. In his final appearance he tells the others he hates them and learned nothing from their adventure together, betrays them, and disappears.

So. Who was this guy, why was he here, and why was he the Question?

Well, he's Narcissus... (can't believe it took a decade for that come out) ...sort of. The hints we get of his identity before it's wiped are that he tries to fight the wizards, he claims he'll regain his power, and that the world fears his name, none of which line up with Narcissus. Those hints were dropped by Geoff Johns in the Question's first appearance, and it sounds like he doesn't really know what the ideas editorial ended up pursuing were, so I doubt they were part of that later plan.

Narcissus also doesn't make a lot of sense as a huge dramatic sinner. He's a jerk who breaks one person's heart and dies for it, not associated with grand ideas of sin or lasting punishment. Really not the mythological figure I'd go to as a match for Pandora and Judas.

I think Johns started with the idea of the Question being on the team first, then assigned him a supernatural role and mythical figure afterwards. On its surface this is an even weirder choice for a character who's mostly a detective, but consider:

Johns is open about Vic and Renee's scenes in 52 being his favourites, and was the one who pitched Renee becoming the Question in the first place.

The Trinity of Sin was an original concept Johns had a lot of control over, not an established team, and they were originally meant to appear in books he was writing.

This Question mostly has nothing to do with Vic, but in an early Johns-written appearance, he's in Hub City saving a kid who might be Jackie.

Vic would be a reasonable fit for a story about sin and seeking redemption, since he's a deeply philosophical ex-douchebag with a lot of identity problems.

Vic's pre-development self, as characterized in the O'Neil run, was a self-centered prick who loved attention and had zero respect for authorities or people who could kick his ass.

My guess is that Johns wanted to write Vic, came up with a way to cram him into an OC project he was working on, and then assigned him a mythical figure with vaguely similar motifs without caring too much whether the details lined up. When the plans for Pandora and the Phantom Stranger changed, the Question was pulled away from being more Vic-inspired, and there wasn't a lot left over.

Not a very satisfying answer, but it's more than I had before.

[suekreandtheidiots]

Vacation Gossip Circle Location // Characters: Palma de Mallorca // Cal, Tim, Mark and Fozzy June 2006: The lads (minus Lance) are on their well-deserved after-school-vacation, and Cal brings up his favourite subject. Status/Notes: unfinished/I always wanted to write a bit of dialogue going along with this doodle. Also kinda inspired by my unhinged friendship rambling with Teo aka @teo-s-art-corner, who is a terrible enabler and makes me want to write certain wee shitheads. 😂 Warning: I wanted to keep the tone of that time at least somewhat authentic, so there are offensive phrases and questionable stances on romance matters. It's 2006, these boys were stupid, and society wasn't very sensitive in general back then.

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"I'm just sayin' I have a good feeling about this now. About me and Hallie."

Cal looked around the table, into his friends' faces, hoping to see at least a hint of affirmation in their expressions, but they all just kept staring at him like he was completely out of his mind.

It was Mark who deigned to answer after a few moments of silence. "Mhm." he made, sounding not at all convinced and earning himself a few chuckles from his peers.

Cal decided to pay no attention to the less-than-encouraging reaction. "I mean, it's not like there's any competition now?" he said. "Aside from that guy last year, what's his name again- Simon Pearson. Oh, and that other bampot, Julian Sparkles." "Is that really his name now?" Tim frowned. "Always thought that it was a fuckin' weird family name." "Nah, his name's Sparks. Lance once called him Sparkles, though, and we just kept that up behind Hal's back." Cal shrugged. "Anyway, those guys've been long out of the picture, and I'm now in the picture, if you catch my drift-" "So you're counting on being the last resort. Nice." Fozzy cackled. "After all those months you've been pining for her - quite pathetically, if I may say so - there's no one else left now, and she can finally consider dating you, is that what you're sayin'?" "That is not what I'm sayin', idiot." Cal rolled his eyes. "And what's not to love about me, anyway? Hm?" "I don't know how to answer that." Tim said. "I don't even want to answer that, even if I knew how." Mark agreed and made a face. "I'm tall, I'm smart, I have great taste in music, and I'm hot." "So modest, too-" "Don't you think I'm hot? Come on. You know I am!" "Again, no one cares to grace that with an answer."

"Alright, so if it's not about you being the last dick on earth…" Fozzy took a deep sip from his straw before he went on. "What exactly makes you so confident now?" "Well, if you have to know, it was the way she looked at me when we said goodbye." "… uh, what now?" "She gave me that look! She hugged me, told me to take care and watch out for myself and… and she gave me that look. I don't know, it's hard to explain, but it was a look that has never been there before!" "Good grief, a hug and a look, I hope she's not pregnant now." Fozzy said dryly.

The lack of enthusiasm from his closest friends irritated Cal and at this point he deeply regretted filling them all in about his feelings for Hallie Henderson. All that confession had done for him was make him the laughing stock of the group, almost any time the subject of dating came up. Why couldn't they be more supportive? Why couldn't any of them see it, even remotely imagine it?

"That's more your thing, isn't it?" he hissed. "Watch it, prick." Fozzy snarled back. "Oh god, stop that." Tim groaned. "Look, Cal, it's not like the idea of you and Hallie is completely far fetched, it's, uh, more that she's has always been so vocal about her random crushes, so we just think-" "But that's the point, isn't it? Random crushes. Anyone is vocal about random fuckin' crushes. I'm not random, though. I'm her friend and I assume she has the same second thoughts about all this. It's not that simple. Would you tell a friend of yours about your feelings, just like that?" "I guess not, but still. I mean, it depends! The reason we don't see it is because we think nothing's there to see, Cal-" "What Timothy is politely trying to say is that you act like an idiot around her and she doesn't act like an idiot around you." Fozzy said. "If she had given you any hint whatsoever, even you would've dared to make a move but she fucking hasn't given you anything, and you know it, and that's why you-" "I am not taking dating advice from you, shitface?!" "I dated more than you?!" "You fuck around, you dump the girl, on repeat, that's not dating." "Maybe you should try that at some point. It's liberating. Makes you less whiny and pathetic, y'know-" "Jesus Christ, you two, shut it!" Mark groaned. "We're on vacation!" "Lance would back me up?!" Cal tried again. "Lance? Lance Abbott; our Lance?" Mark asked. "Do you know another Lance?" "No, but apparently you do, because the one I know isn't exactly a hopeless romantic who sees weird things." "At least he has never ruled the possibility out on principle. Seriously, you're all such wankers about this, I don't even know why I told you in first place." Cal groaned and slumped back in his chair. Fozzy chuckled. "We never really got that either, to be honest, you know we're wankers about everything. At least I am." "So, what should I do, according to you experts?" "Tell her." Tim shrugged. "Once we get home, tell her. No matter what. You've got nothing to lose, we're each about to go and do our own thing anyway." "He's right." Mark agreed. "If she feels the same, you could laugh in our faces - a benefit, right? - and you and Hallie could try long distance. If not, well... you'll live? There's plenty to do in Los Angeles to distract yourself with." "Good thing you're rich, bet those Hollywood Boulevard tarts are expensive." Fozzy mumbled while lighting himself another cigarette. "Who said anything about- that's what you think of first? Really?" "What else is there in LA, then? Palm trees and a few big white letters, woo-hoo, big deal." Mark squinted. "You're awfully small minded for a guy with your background." "What can I say, I like what I have."

(... to be continued.)

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Idk if you'll appreciate these but:

Igor and Snape remind me of the guitar solo in Out of The Fire by Type O Negative or Change by Deftones

Igor and Charity make me think of basically any Sir Mixalot song but definitely the nasty dog one. I could totally see some Hozier like Too Sweet and maybe even some Britney Spears

Edmund makes think of Hit Em Up Style

Igor is.... a mess of his own aka My D!ck by Little Big

Rosekiller is like every MSI song ever

You get it, man

Alright so I had to go listen to some of these to give a proper expert opinion here but here's my verdict!!

I definitely agree with the guitar solo for crownest, the fact that there's no vocals seems very fitting for them tbh. I can see the vibes with Change by Deftones too, but I'm definitely leaning more towards Out of The Fire (I'm hoping I listened to the right one) Funny enough I don't think this is music Igor would listen to (I'm not too sure about Severus's taste in music) but Igor listens to those like,, lowkey misogynistic "get drunk, fuck a lot, titties, ass, any Macarena!" songs you know? Like Faggot by Mindless Self Indulgence and She's So Nice by Pink Guy or something like that vjnfjbgn

You're so right about Nasty Dog, I've not listened to a lot of other Sir Mix-A-Lot songs but I've had Nasty Dog stuck in my head for days now and it's so them jvfnjbgnjb. I was honestly sceptical with Too Sweet cause I was like surely that can't be their vibe but I pulled up the lyrics and OH MY GOD ITS SO THEM LIKE???? Toxic and Criminal by Britney Spears too tho, like it's a little basic but honestly that fits a bit with Charity's vibe vjnfbjg (sort of related but I do actually believe that Igor would get Charity's name tattooed on him in like fancy cursive or some shit, have a bit of soft Igor for once jvnfjbg)

Like,, these lines in particular are so sea bunny coded "He is a villain by the devil's law He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun That man's a snitch and unpredictable He's got no conscience, he got none, none, none, none"

"You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before the daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then"

"But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate The rest of you like you're the TSA I wish I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong"

For Edmund I'm assuming you mean Hit 'Em Up Style by Blu Cantrell? Or am I just exposing my own music taste here lmaooo. I'm so curious as to what makes you think of him with this if it is the right one. He would be so offended that one would connect him to such a thing but also the whole "I'm mad so I'm gonna go spend someone's money" is,, very Edmund I fear vjfnjbngb. He is however also a "cheater" himself (as in he's engaged to someone and they don't at all care for each other but he does technically marry her and after lots of trial and error they have two kids but he still bats his lashes at Severus/sleeps with him later on) and does not really care if his fiancé/wife does anything similar. He's a pretentious prick who doesn't listen to anything but like,, violin and piano music or some shit like that

I'm once again assuming on the song that you mean Big Dick by Little Big because yes that is stupidly Igor in every way

Molly by MSI, obviously Faggot and What Do They Know? are so rosekiller coded tbh,, I feel like it's definitely more Barty's music taste than Evan's tho?? Or like,, Barty has no problem admitting that it's his taste in music where as Evan is like "I'll listen to it if you put it on but I will complain if there's other people" meanwhile he's made half the playlist and made Barty put it on lmao

Also you cannot convince me that Barty wouldn't listen to (and know all the words to) Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) by The Offspring. He has sung it to Evan during like,, karaoke while hella drunk. He also unironically listens to It's All About Me by Chelsea Staub from the 2007 live-action Bratz movie (that he also watched and thought was a banger).

Speaking of It's All About Me I think it's very funny that this is one of the like,, key Edmund songs. He'd HATE IT especially because Barty likes it but he's just,, he's such a selfish it-girl mean girl that it fits. Homeboy probably relates to Regina George and thinks she's being treated unfairly throughout the entire movie (not that he'd ever watch it willingly). If anyone goes to look up the song PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO if you don't already know it I beg of you, you need the full experience

This got so long but it was so fun to listen to all of these and add more songs jnfjbngjbg

[queerponcho]

WEEWOO WEEWOO i finally watched spiderman across the spider-verse and i have some THOUGHTS-

i’ve been avoiding spoilers so like i am probably not the first one with these thoughts but here we go:

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

- we all know; miguel o’hara = hot as fuck

- BUT everytime hes on screen the music that was played sounded very similar to the vibe of the prowlers theme in the first movie. coincidence? i dont think so👀

-EVERY spider was shown having doubts about their position. they ALL doubted their stance when miles said ‘we’re supposed to be the good guys’ everyone BUT miguel

- WHAT IF miguel isnt actually his universes spiderman

- WHAT IF miguel is ACTUALLY his universes KING PIN

HEAR ME OUT-

- when hes introduced he says ‘i am not like the other girls- spidermen’ while he is LITERALLY injecting himself with some typa green liquid??? like tf is that????

- maybe that shit actually gives him those spidey powers BUT do we actually ever see him like sticking to a thingie upside down or anything? he is always upright and he doesnt have the spidey stickiness

- he only gets like feral kinda and even his webs are like gleaming red??? and his mask is like SUPER evil and as pointed out by dad peter (aka nick miller) HE ISNT FUNNY

-Literally ALL of the spiders have some kinda funny thing or like cool power

- this man only has vampy teeth (hot) and is fast??? and like has these elbow slashes like???? he has nothing unique like all the other spiders.

- like gwen has her entirely different colours scheme and her ballet movements or the british one (kill me i forgot his name but i LOVED this guy) has his punk and guitar, fuck anarchy thing. like all of them have smth thats their thing but all of miguels traits are like super evil and sussy as fuck…

- AND he was SUCH a dick to miles. any actual spidey would NEVER be such a prick to another spider EVER- my guy is afraid of miles and wanted to break him down which brings me to the motive…

- idk what his plan is but he might know that miles can/ will be his doom. OR he knows that one of the spiders might find out and kill him so he makes this elaborate web of lies (pun intended) about these canon events and like scares everybody into thinking they have to just let these bad things happen when in reality he is just looking for this control. this might be a bit far fetched BUT IDK WHO KNOWS the writers lol

that motive thing i am not so sure about but i am certain hes afraid of what miles can do and will do cuz he is acting like a racoon trapped in a trashbag (shoutout to taylor tomilson lol) and gaslighting everybody onto his side…

then theres his alleged backstory;

- he went to a different universe to live his dream life and conveniently that universes miguel DIES????? MMMMHMMMM and u expect me to believe that mr sexy o’hara????

- he literally did what king pin tried todo in the first movie- and it failed

- thing is WHAT IF it failed not because he just went there and took his place BUT because he killed off that other daddy miguel

- what if the universe just collapsed cuz he went there and actually changed the entire universes future by killing this other miguel????

honesty its like 1am and i watched the movie like 5 hours ago so all this might not make sense. BUT I BADLY NEEDED TO TALK ABT THESE THOUGHTS- again i am for sure not the first one i just really need to speak this into the void lol

PLS if anybody wants to geek out over this movie PLEASE dm me i am BEGGING YOU i so badly wanna talk abt it cuz i love it SO MUCH

[bigskydreaming]

Re: that post about Dick and Jason’s similarities in character trajectory and how this reflects in their dynamics with Bruce pre-ADITF, part of why I think its significant that their arcs read more like parabolas to me is because yes, they both started out bitter, angry and untrusting but that was like....in general. At the whole world. After living with Bruce they were able to work through and past that in a lot of ways.....until they both started ‘regressing’ in the sense that they were regularly angry, abrasive with him, constantly questioning or second-guessing his orders.

But the key part of this was THIS WAS NEVER REGRESSION. This wasn’t them reverting to the way they were when Bruce first came into their lives.

BECAUSE THEY WERE ONLY ANGRY WITH BRUCE.

Like, Dick and Jason weren’t running around being aggro-rage maniacs picking fights with everyone they could see. They weren’t regularly having the same fights with him with Alfred as well, Jason wasn’t getting in fights with the pricks at school, no adult heroes Dick interacted with where like yikes, Bruce, what’s up with Kid Numero Uno.*

There was a specific, directed focus to their anger at the tail end of their tenure of Robins, and like, Bruce, honey, that focus was you. YOU were the root common denominator here, you and your approach with them, the way you responded to their attempts to question you or chafed at your directives.

At a certain point, when you’re the world’s greatest detective, you kinda have to apply some of that critical thinking & deductive reasoning here and wonder if maybe just maybe it could be your approach that’s the problem, if you’re the fly in the ointment here. And NOT doing that, at least not on the surface level while your usual self-doubts and insecurities which you try so hard from even your closest loved ones and confidantes run round and round in your head like they’re on a hamster wheel.....ironically leads to YOU being repressed and doubling down on your conviction that you weren’t the problem, at least not the main one, you TRIED, the issue was just.....

Dick should have never been Robin. Jason should have followed orders. They both should have been less reckless. Etc, etc.

When really all along, the chorus resounding in Bruce’s head while his lips shaped accusations at Dick and Jason’s memory, was.....

‘You should have listened to them when it actually could have made a difference, but there’s no point now, we’re past that and there’s only pain left here now.’

*The exception here is Dick, actually, and depends largely on where specifically you focus on canon here because as much as I don’t think I personally ever see it brought into fics from this particular angle - as in, not even brought up for angst but more to examine how this specifically could have eroded his relationship with Bruce - from certain angles, the Church of Blood’s conditioning really could be a factor in the dissolution of his relationship with Bruce between the end of his Robin years and early Nightwing years. 

Thanks to the way the Crisis on Infinite Earth retcons ended up compressing a lot of stuff, technically the brainwashing....which HAS been specifically cited as leading to Dick lashing out around him a lot and being angry and abrasive with his teammates on the Titans while he was under it as well....like, it was stated that the brainwashing happened the first time the Church got their hands on him and the other Titans way back when Terra was still on the team, before The Judas Compact. Aka when Dick was still Robin. 

Now the compression thing matters here because originally, Dick and Bruce were fine when he became Nightwing, it was completely unrelated to them having any issues at all. But by the time NTT brought back the Church of Blood as a major threat and retconned the brainwashing -

- (retconned in the sense that it likely wasnt planned out from that first story about them, since the anger issues they talked about Dick having only started appearing regularly in the six issues or so leading up to the reveal of the brainwashing....so the brainwashing itself wasn’t a retcon, it was a story point with buildup, but it did INVOLVE retconning in the sense that it pointed back to that earlier point in the timeline and used it as an anchor/reference point which retroactively fit everything that happened in between those two points as happening under the umbrella of his brainwashing arc) - 

- anyway, by the time the Church of Blood came back and the brainwashing angle was introduced, Dick and Bruce DID have a much more contentious relationship, as well as different angles to how their partnership dissolved and what their relationship had been like since then, as evidenced in the Batman issue where Dick goes to confront Bruce about making Jason Robin.

Thus, in the same vein that the Church of Blood story adds another layer you can work with if you want, in terms of Dick’s dynamics and interactions with his friends and teammates in the time covered by the brainwashing arc.....it CAN do the same thing with Bruce, its just something I haven’t seen explored often.

But because that covered time period does in fact involve Dick’s departure from Robin and early period as Nightwing, the same story point which claimed that his mind control led to his lashing out at his teammates could also be clamed as a factor in eroding his relationship with Bruce, leading to them fighting more and more until the incident with the Joker happens.

Course, it goes without saying that I’m not at all suggesting that all that be PINNED on the brainwashing arc as like, my biggest contention there has always been the scrutiny placed on JUST Dick and his actions (both by in-universe critics and readers) when so many of the referenced fights were ones we saw happen on the page, with other characters who bring their own issues into the mix, like Bruce and his problems taking criticism, or backing down, or trying to see things from the other person’s POV....like, very much had both parties equally engaged in the fight, Dick AND whomever a specific conflict was with.

That’s why to this day it drives me crazy the way the comics just had the characters ‘forgive Dick’ for his brainwashing and everything he did under the influence of it, because it would be one thing if they were just like okay we GET that there were other factors here and its not like you wanted to do it or it was all your fault, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t still affected and that we don’t have to contend with the fact that for all we knew, it was YOU that was hurting us with those words, etc.....

The problem is, THEY DID IT TOO. But the apologies were entirely one-sided, even though the fights that were referenced were decidedly NOT. And you can’t just sweep it all under the rug and move past it like, phew, glad we finally have an explanation for that, if you were just as guilty of saying and doing shit that had those fights be between equals and not like, Dick going around victimizing his teammates for several years. (Not saying that Dick didn’t start these fights, necessarily, just that once started, if others are the first to throw a punch or hurl a line they DESIGNED to get past his defenses, etc, like, this is not the same thing as in stories like where we see Tynion and Seeley writing Dick’s brothers punching him and he just takes it without complaint. And yet...)

Dick’s famously chafed dynamics with Bruce and most of his teammates during that time period can not be blamed on him and him alone, is all I’ve ever been saying there. Its not like there were concerted efforts to try figuring out what was wrong with him, what led to him lashing out....most of his closest friends just defaulted to a tough love approach, like ‘whatever’s going on with you, snap out of it’ and like, no, that was never the only option available. If Bruce thought his eldest was genuinely being a butthead, he could have put aside his own hurt feelings that his chum wasn’t being his precious, twelve year old self anymore and asked the question WHY.....even to the extent of inquiring around, has anyone else felt that Dick’s acting unusually lately?

Now obviously, due to the retcon element of this story, there was no way to change how Bruce and the Titans had been written engaging in fights with Dick, even if the motivations for those fights, on Dick’s side, were now altered by the brainwashing storyline. Its impossible to write Bruce and the Titans inquiring into Dick’s behavior with the possibility of them uncovering an underlying cause that flat out didn’t exist yet in the writers’ minds, at the time of the earliest stories there.

The problem lies with the aftermath. The way I’ve heard it so often said that the other characters were thrown under the bus by the brainwashing storyline because now they looked bad for fights that Dick was entirely a victim of.

Problem is THIS IS NOT WHAT THE ACTUAL AFTERMATH WAS, EITHER IN-UNIVERSE OR OUT.

Because like I said earlier.....the aftermath entirely revolved just around Dick saying I’m sorry for all that and everyone else just being like okay we forgive you, moving on.

You can’t claim characters were thrown under the bus when literally no scrutiny, acknowledgment or accountability is ever paid to their side of those earlier conflicts. Dick may have ‘reaped all the benefits’ of that storyline but he also reaped all the fall-out, which kinda canceled most of that out. If, as I said earlier, you acknowledge that Dick’s loved ones still have to contend with the hurt he inflicted, even if it hadn’t been his fault.....then the flip side of that is Dick himself still has to contend with everything they said and did in response, entirely of their own free will, and with no apology ever made for any of it.

I’m still desperately waiting for the day SOMEBODY writes a ‘Donna says regardless of what you said to me and why, there is zero excuse for me getting physical with you the way I did in our fight after Tamaran, you do not deserve to be remembered as the bad guy for that fight just cuz I was crying when I threw you through the wall of your own freaking apartment that you’d already asked me to leave’ story

BUT I DIGRESS.

Anyway, I’ve gotten off topic like, multiple times here as I’m wont to do, but to go back to the original point of the asterisk, I’m just saying, technically speaking, if you take non-Batman stories into consideration when writing or headcanoning about the end of Dick and Bruce’s Batman and Robin years, its not TECHNICALLY true that Dick’s anger was focused solely on Bruce. BUT in my mind, that only works if you then delve into the reason Dick was lashing out at everyone else, ie the brainwashing, and thus explore that and the Church’s INTENT to erode his bonds with those close to him, as partly a catalyst for the end of Dick and Bruce’s partnership.....because if you focus on just the Batman stories, then there are no other examples of Dick being angry other than just...at Bruce. Ie that thing where its like he wasn’t being a bitch to Alfred, he wasn’t getting more violent with criminals, etc, etc.

So. Digressions aside. Food for thought I think. I guess? Idk. Do with it what ye will.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I am soo sorry for the late reply. I've been going through some things, and I went back into my shell . Your message has been on my mind and literally been my own motivation to reply.

Also I re-read what I sent and I apologize for any mistakes. My mind will delete words while I'm reading. I'm sorry..again. 😞

~~~~ back to leooon ~~~

Games like that show that they believe their audience have cognitive thought and... fucking thank you 🥺. I wanna come back to a game or spend more time playing it because I can't get over whatever vague/mysterious element. You need a game to come back to, and if i found out about everything, I'm not coming back. Let me stop before I go on a rant about the lack of critical thinking nowadays.

Lol it's almost like Leon's bad lines are a virus too😏😌 aahh I just read your message of calling it a disease so I'm not erasing my previous statement. Great minds think alike.

One of the PRETTIEST BOOOYSSS!!! Plus the depression and a bored expression are what keep me coming back to that buffet of a man. Hooo-Weee! 👅 Keep em coming! Speaking of list...who's your top 6?

Ofc! You know he'll have a shit eating smirk when he says the line too. Oop- cuz he never gets taken by surprise? Hmm. How do you think Leon would react to his s.o trying to sneak up on him?

🥺🥺🥺 he really does need a hug (😙 maybe a kees)!! AND A DAMN DAY OFF!! Yoo Leon is not a fool! He will not turn into a top heavy bitch. Like you said you KNOW he doesn't skip leg day. 😈 honestly if I could get a lil gross, his arms and thighs!! Nah I'm dying because I was drooling over them and not paying attention.

Long time no see my friend, Its great to hear from you again and I hope that you’re alright during theses times and know you’ve got someone to talk to if needs be. ❤️🦦

My top 6 pretty boys? Ur asking the real brain ticklers but I shall give it a try. Though keep in mind this list is subject to change.

1. Leon S. Kennedy

2. Chishiya Shuntaro from AIB

3. Jamie Reyes from blue beetle

4. Jason Todd aka Red Hood

5. Sam Alexander aka nova from The Ultimate Spider-Man animated show

6. Vergil/Dante/Nero from dmc (yes all three of them)

(Bonus: Loki, Link, Dick Grayson)

How would lean take his s.o trying to take him by surprise?

He’d probably heard their breathing or footsteps or something but plays pretend because he loves how happy they get when they achieved in ‘taking him by surprise.’

Or he’d be a little shit and ruin their little plan by taking them off guard first. He’s a smug prick afterwards bc it proves that his training had paid off whilst holding his s.I in his arms as they pout, do they care? No they’re in Leon’s arms and staring at his veins.

Petition to kiss and cuddle Leon whilst giving him words of comfort but also listening to him when he talks about his terrors and traumas.

Leon’s thighs are firm as fuck, so I bet sitting on them would be like sitting on a plush armchair or swim thing along those lines. His arms aren’t anything to scoff at either bc we’ve seen those sexy things! I just wanna trace those veins whilst also caressing the moles he has there.

Be as filthy/gross as you want, there ain’t no judgment here!

(I remember making a fic about tracing the moles on his necks and now wanna do one for his arms cuz I might be asexual but god those arms are making me think things.)