#also sorry for the delay!

[delucadarlingwriting]

19 for Lucas and Adam? For the kiss writing meme!

Ask for a Kiss!

Thank you nonny!!! I love any excuse to write about these boys.

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“Get back! Luke!”

Those words in Adam’s voice echo through his mind as he crashes beneath the surface of the icy lake. Cold steals his senses entirely, leaving him paralyzed and unseeing as he sinks. Still, he hears Adam’s voice. 

Luke. 

A rare treat, to have Adam use the name only his closest friends call him by. As rare as seeing the dimples that Lucas has found himself addicted to drawing out of the usually stoic man. His heart thumps, drawing up a memory of the last time he’d seen them. He’d been trying to run a training session with Lucas, teaching him to fight properly. A pretty fruitless endeavor, but when Lucas had managed to trip Adam up with an outstretched leg, his reward had been a barking laugh and Adam’s cheek dimpling adorably. He hopes he gets to see that again. Can’t do that if he dies here.

Jerking, Lucas tries to right himself in the water. Fuck, it’s cold. Really cold. It’s not his first time going under ice, and he’s a better swimmer now than he was then. The main problem is that it's so dark and his vision so blurry he can’t figure out where he fell in. The last thing he wants is to swim up only to bash his head against ice. 

He might not have a choice. As he looks up more and more frantically to try and find an air hole, his vision blurs and panic starts to take hold.

At just that moment, something moves above him, a figure approaching. Even if he can’t see it well, Lucas just knows who it is and kicks towards him. Adam comes into view, snatching Lucas by the lapels and dragging him in. Their faces bash together painfully before Adam grips Lucas by the jaw, locks their mouths together, and then blows hard. Lucas’ lungs fill with air, immediately untangling the fear digging into his spine. 

He doesn’t get a second to recover, he’s immediately grabbed and hauled up. Lucas tries to loosen Adam’s grip on him, knowing he can swim just fine on his own now, but Adam is unrelenting. Shocker. Admittedly, Adam is swimming at a far faster pace than Lucas can manage at the moment, so he doesn’t fight it much. He even kicks along with him, for all the good it will do. 

They break the surface just in time for Lucas’ lungful of borrowed air to expire, and the first thing he does upon sucking in an icy breath is to yelp, “Jesus fuck.”

“No kidding!” Farah says from just a foot or so away. She’s on her belly, amber eyes shining with worry. “Now come here. I’m going to tow you back.”

“So fucking cold,” Lucas grumbles, allowing himself to be shoved and tugged until he’s on the surface of the lake’s icy crust. He works with Farah to wiggle across, until they’re close enough to shore that Nat and Mason can snag them and haul them over. Naturally, Adam just busts the ice apart with his fists as he swims, then drags himself out. 

“Didja get the—” Lucas starts to ask. Mason stops him by holding up the artifact they were after before Lucas fell in. “Sick. Better be worth it.”

“Well, you’re not dead yet, so probably worth it,” Mason says. Nat throws him a look that he immediately pretends not to notice. Lucas laughs, even if it hurts. 

“Yet is correct,” Adam says, though his teeth are chattering so badly it’s hard to hear. Nat hurries to throw his coat on over his shoulders, but Adam shakes it off and moves to tug it around Lucas instead. “We need to dry you off and warm you up, now.”

“Sure,” Lucas says with a shrug. Farah peers all the way up at him, brows furrowed.

“What’s with your nose?” Farah asks. She reaches up to tap the bridge of Lucas’ nose, making him hiss and recoil at the sudden flash of pain.

“Shit.” He gingerly tries to feel if it’s crooked. “Adam, if your little stunt broke my nose—”

“You’re welcome,” Adam replies dryly, then in a tone that brooks no argument, he adds, “Get in the car.”

Lucas stomps wetly over to the SUV, Nat and Mason helping him to weave less than he would without them on either side of him. He complains loudly about his face being ruined, doing his best to not ruminate on whether that’s the only kind of kiss he’ll get out of Adam from now on.

[hetaween-event]

Hi there! I’m sorry to ask again if it’s already been asked, but are two+ part fics allowed in the event if each chapter meets a different prompt, or do the entries have to be separate? Thanks so much!

hi anon! you're all good, this is a new query to us to be honest!

our thought is: yes, you can absolutely write a multi-chapter fic in this manner, with each chapter being for a different day/prompt. equally if you want to keep all your works in one single work, where each chapter is unrelated to the last but they are all still for hetaween, this is fine too!

as long as the work in its entirety is new, so the work is in effect purely for hetaween, then we're happy to welcome this to the event 👻

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[volatilemask]

P RANK QUOTA REACHED

[luffyadolover]

@acid-ixx here it is :))

(excluding first three drawings)

first drawing:

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence.

second drawing:

you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together.

third drawing:

it was your teachers who would be the one having to walk you up the stage whenever you achieved an award. alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions.

fourth drawing:

it's ironic, really, for a child to prep and plan for their own celebration just to hope that a single member of their family to even walk by the kitchen and join them in on their already lonesome celebration.

too bad everybody only goes to the kitchen when alfred cooks for them. who would want to taste sadness in a sloppily made birthday cake, right? nobody, not even you would have the appetite to eat your cake with the knowledge that it was you who had to put all the effort to bake it because you didn't want alfred to feel obligated to.

fifth drawing:

your family celebrates holidays together as a whole, but you never once attended after that one time where everybody had forgotten to get you a gift for christmas, save for alfred who gave you a bracelet (one that you cherished deeply).

sixth drawing:

the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names — a bastard child, he told you one day.

seventh drawing:

you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers.

eighth drawing:

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes

[fexjam]

for the requests: can you draw pyro and medic bonding? i was thinking smth like pyro giving medic a heart and medic appreciating it for surgery but idk!!

Thanks for the request!

I love Medic and Pyro interactions, they're my favorite characters♡

[samsheughan]

I'm not afraid Of the war you've come to wage against my sins I'm not okay But I can try my best to just pretend

So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? (I have to let you go)

[alchemaxed]

"Am I supposed to know his name? I thought trying to figure out secret identities was a big no-no of nemesis etiquette. He's got this new suit, it's black with red stripes down the sides? It's kind of working for him, but he needs a tailor, so if you see him just tell him to fix the back. He didn't listen to me last time."

"Who--? Have you been paying attention at all? Spider-Man! He did this to me! He blew up an entire collider room with me inside!" Science had done its job beautifully, as had Johnathon. The collider had worked. It had even been safe, despite constant pressure from Mr. Fisk to work harder, faster. Riskier. This isn't some tale of hubris; everything that's happened to Ohnn is all Spider-Man's fault.

But Spot's going to get his revenge sooner or later. He just has this little pit-stop to make, first.

"Wow!" he says, matching her invisible smile with faceless excitement of his own. His own portals are nothing like this; the trade-off of faster travel is, apparently, not getting to see the sights on the way over.

"This is so cool! This-- hey! Not okay! You can't just handcuff people who haven't done anything wrong, that's not very heroic of you at all, Silk."

'So you don't get lost.' Right, like he'd fall for that one. ...although, maybe this will help show people that he's not a threat. Better to be temporarily chained to his guide than for people to get the wrong idea, right? From the sound of things, they'll be running into quite a few Spider-People.

..."quite a few" being the biggest understatement of the century, apparently.

Spot is stunned speechless when they arrive, the hole on his face widening in comical surprise.

"No, no, no, this is not what I signed up for!" This place makes "spider-infestation" sound tame. The place is crawling with them-- literally!

He clings to Silk, opening up a spot right below them to bring them back to her dimension, but whatever she's cuffed him with is doing a number on his abilities; instead of bouncing over to another reality, they simply blip a few feet down the hall.

...oh, no.

He's made a terrible mistake.

"Mhm. SURE. I probably won't find out what your real name is," Cindy mused, a little passively. Really, it's not like it wouldn't POP up when they got to HQ anyway. Her eyes flicker towards him at his next comment, actually ROLLING her eyes.

(Was I GUSHING? Ah shit, this has got to stop. I'm a very SERIOUS spider.)

Cindy stopped and arched a brow. "Who is your SPIDER-MAN by the way? What's his suit look like? Maybe we've met," she quizzed. There was no way of knowing what universe he came from until they got to where she was taking them--and the Spot's universe wasn't something Miguel had given her. And he clearly wasn't from hers and Peter's.

Hm.

"No, it couldn't be SCIENCE's fault. No, the issue would have to be man-made, right? Who screwed that up for you?" The more information out of this bozo the better. She had no idea the capability that his HOLES had, but the key to understanding him and STOPPING him may lie in his past.

Cindy watches him examine the portal, tapping her foot a little impatiently. Now she was CRAVING some coffee and this was taking way too much time. As his hand wrapped around her wrist, she grimaced. (Look, I was literally INSIDE him earlier, there should really be no boundaries but ugh.)

Soaring through the portal, she feels a familiar ELATION, smiling behind her mask. Her free hand slips into her pocket and reaches in for the cuff, linking it to the hand on her wrist. "So you don't get LOST! Wouldn't want you running into the wrong people, right?!"

[royalarchivist]

Pac: What is this, man?!

The relationship of Sims Hideduo is too strong for even Pac to sabotage, despite his best efforts 😅

[uc1wa]

making out with jason in the backseat of his car mhmmmmmm

tags: fem reader, slight dumbification

it was exhausting, the bickering that hadn’t seemed to stop after leaving the gala you and jason had attended. you weren’t sure where it started, but it was painfully obvious that jason’s vigilante work was stressing him out, on top of bruce forcing him to go to gala’s every weekend.

gala season was exhausting in itself, but when working a job during the day, attending galas every weekend, and being a vigilante at night, jason was frustrated.

fifteen minutes from the gala and twenty minutes from yours and jason’s home, he had pulled his car into a commuter parking lot that was empty. flickering yellow lights partially illuminating the space, but the dark tinted windows didn’t allow much of it to make its way inside of the vehicle.

you’re turned in your seat, arched eyebrow while jason’s hands are holding the steering wheel with a grip that had the potential to snap it in half.

jason wasn’t saying anything as he took his hands off the steer, opening his car door and closing it with a harsh sound, making his way to the back end doors and taking a seat in his backseat, eyes looking at you knowingly.

"please don’t make me wait," his words come out like a warning, like if he has to ask again, he’s not going to touch your body for the next week.

your eyes watch his figure, the way he’s sat in the middle of the three seats that line the section of the car. his legs that are spread in a way that’s inviting you to take your seat where you belong. one arm is crossed over his chest while the other is resting on it, hand holding up his tilted head that has a bored expression on it, lips in a straight line and eyebrows holding no emotion.

you know better, so you do as he says, slipping into the back seat and sitting on his lap comfortably, the top of your head touching the car roof, but the slight discomfort is wavering as you're stared at with dark eyes.

"you know i’m tired baby. don’t you?" he asks, crossing his hands over his chest, careful to not touch the hips that he would usually claim as his. your head nods, eyes widened at the fact that your boyfriend isn’t all over you yet.

his eyebrow arches half a centimeter, moving back down to where it was not a second later. "then why do you keep testing me? can’t ever listen to me when i say be quiet, can you? just wanna keep running your mouth, and at a gala too? no fucking manners."

he's right, you know you need to stop blabbering on when jason tells you to be quiet. you know how to act at galas. hell, you've been to hundreds, it felt like. but... can you blame yourself for wanting attention? after all, you're getting it just like you'd planned.

you're quiet, looking at every line on your boyfriend's face, like studying the face you've grown to love will give you an answer on what to say next. but, jason knows what you're about to say; he knows the way you're about to apologize one-too-many times, all pathetic.

so, uncrossing his arms from his chest, a hand grabs your chin and pulls you forward, smooshing your lips together with his in nothing but harsh intent. a kiss that's short of sensual and filled with teeth and uncomfort—until it isn't. until jason's tongue is licking the inner of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth. until your lipgloss is smeared over his lips and it's hard to catch your breath and you can't help but to grind yourself down on his growing erection. as always, you'll get the attention you deserve, that jason swears he'll never give you, 'till he does.

note: am wishing everyone a good and great finals season. scheduling this 4 saturday so my blog isn’t dry asf hahaha. wooohoooo two more weeks!

[filurig]

final artfight dump of revenges ive yet to post, cuz i think im all out of steam now sadly x_x but it was really fun, even if i didnt get to do as many attacks that i wanted to! i at least exceeded last years amount...

characters in order:

@nootellaa , @arachnits , @rayebiez , @ PANG0LIN , @ EdgyPotatt_ , @hellhunde , @reallynotwelcomed

[sioraiocht]

Jamie sees everything. Years of training have instilled in him the importance of observation. And there's a whole lot to see when you're working security at a bar. It's like the Wild West - Drunk people filled with 2-for-1 cocktails are just a whole different ball game. You have to be on the lookout for everything. That perception extends to the quieter patrons too. At the end of the day, the Pink Pony Club is supposed to be a place for everyone to enjoy themselves, not just the loud, energetic ones.

He's been watching the guy for a little while, keeping an eye on him. Not because he's doing anything outrageous - More so because he looks vaguely familiar. "No, no problem - I just thought I recognised you." Eyes study him for a moment. "You're a cop, right? I think we were on a case together - Must've been eight years ago now. Bank robbery downtown - I was on the tactical team they brought in. We crossed paths briefly but I remember your face." Smile turns faintly apologetic. "Didn't mean to barge over here and land that on you, it was just bugging me trying to figure out where I knew you from." He rests a hand on the table. "Are you having a good evening?"

CLOSED STARTER.ㅤㅤ@sioraiocht.ㅤㅤJAMES TAYLOR.

THE PINK PONY CLUB ISN'T NOT BRADLEY'S STYLE, but it, well, isn't somewhere Bradley's been before. It's all sweaty, seedy bars that Bradley's been to, shoulder to shoulder with loud, drunk guys, sloshing beer and gawking at the women who walk through the door. The Pink Pony Club's different. Much nicer than a performatively masculine hole in the wall bar. Less sweaty, too, and sweet liquor and almost lavender scented. But he's long-since become accustomed to those sweaty, seedy, performatively masculine bars, where he'd sit with his head down to drown himself in scotch whiskey, to hide the pretty boy face he's been called out on one too many times. He has to seem suspicious, then, sitting by himself, far from other patrons, and hiding his face. That has to be why he's approached by someone who appears to the a security guard. (He sure as hell must seem awkward, if not suspicious.) He glances at the security guard and offers a smile. The security guard's good looking. Former police, too. He'd recognize that severity anywhere. He knows how to weasel his way out of this, then, if he needs to. "Hi," he says, sipping whiskey. "Is there a problem or something?"

[charpim4ever]

cherry Dropping before carti does 💔💔 lowkey crazy….

also..

love yuo my twizzies

(lost 2 followers but we still GOOD)

[opal-owl-flight]

Olive Tree

3 wakes up while 4s away in the rough seas of faraway salmonid territory and finds out shes been missing for the last few weeks. Distraught, theyve been unresponsive to most folks, their guilt-ridden silence impenetrable. 8 successfully manages to get them to speak again by asking them to tell her more about their friendship with 4.

They tell her about the tree they meet under after solo patrols, so they can cool down from the day’s missions and plan what to do for the rest of the day, if there was any time left. 4 likes to sing her little invitation almost every time, over the comms, to let 3 know that shes heading there. Olive branches represent peace, right? That tree has become a safe space for the both of them.

mid-story, 3 realizes that theyre in love with her.

And the second they hear about her return, they want to sing that song she always sang to them. Maybe confess? …no, they cant. Not when theyre not completely sure of what 4 feels about them.

bonus 8 bc I thought that her connecting the dots would be so fuckin funny wjdjked

[starflungwaddledee]