#and he doesn't expect to have any fun and it's like

[malacandrax]

How to give Father Eugene an aneurysm, now in one convenient twunky package!

I have been wanting to show Cliffs concerning attitude to...his life. He's often doing things like this, without any thought or care for consequences. Part of it is undiagnosed ADHD, part of it is attention seeking (prob related to the adhd tho), part of it is a response to trauma. Tbh he doesn't expect to live long and doesn't know what he's doing with his life (thinking about it seriously scares the shit out of him). Doing shit like this makes him feel alive and in control of his own fate for a moment. I think him pursuing a priest was initially along this same risk taking behaviour, it'll be fun, it's exciting, something to make life interesting when he can't drink or fuck strangers. Anyway that backfired. I think Eugene is a good anchor for him! Eugene is...the opposite of a risk taker, the poor man lives in fear most of the time.

[they're my OC's]

how I made this texture/colour effect

[caprisunisgud]

I feel like I'd love to be taken on a date where we have a picnic lunch under a shady tree 😊

Don't really know what this means tbh

Affirmations and physical affection. I've been really badly touch starved recently, but I still remember how these things feel, and I miss them

Single and yearning, fr

A few, don't really remember them too well

Anybody who makes me feel safe enough to be unhinged around them

Maybe? I'm not sure 🤔

Monsters vs Aliens, I want my date to laugh while we're together

I don't really know flowers

I don't know, but I'd probably give him an experience, like dinner somewhere he likes or tickets to something he wanted to go to, like a movie or concert

Don't really have one

I love (miss, rather) physical affection and words of affirmation. I want to feel warm

I've never been called any, but I think "honey" would make me flustered. Also, being called "good boy" in a non-cringe way would have me SWEATING

Not often, but yes

Doom Slayer, Gwyndolin the Dark Moon (technically gender-fluid but I'm including him anyway), Solaire of Astora, Minos Prime, and several others I can't remember

Probably quiet boys, as I'm quiet and don't like loud people, but not as introverted as me

Sonic the Hedgehog, of course. My boy Solaire. I think that the Chosen Undead is canonically male, so I think Solaire's flirt in Anor Londo tells us exactly where he falls

Spaghetti. Fun to make and I can eat an entire box in one sitting if I season it good

The world looks red, Ultrakill

I'll just put a screenshot here;

I think I'd like forehead the most. I'm a bit uncomfortable with the concept of kisses on the lips, I'm self-conscious about my dental health

Scalp massage. I want to be laying on top of him with my head on his chest and I'm probably sleeping and he's doing this while just admiring me (I'm so fucking lonely dude)

Keanu Reeves 🥰 I'm not into him because he's attractive (he is), I like him because he's such a good guy

Loafing around and watching random shit

I'd wanna keep that to a minimum, but hand holding would be nice :)

Sitting with me and rubbing my back while I'm crying in the fetal position. He doesn't even need to say anything, I just wish someone would stay with me through my breakdowns and not walk away (this has happened so many times. I don't need time to "wind down" on my own, I need a fucking hug)

Physical touch. With my irl best buddy, he always wears beanies, and he has this one with a poff on the top, so I always try to grab it. That, and shoulder touches

Little spoon, all the way. It's my curse as someone who's 6 foot to be expected to be the big spoon. NO, I wanna be held and feel safe and warm in someone's big strong arms >:(

I feel like I already am the robot I picture myself as in my head. I'm largely unfeeling, I'm always cold, I don't have anyone to lean on. What I feel I need is the spark of someone real, someone to make me warm, to make me feel alive.

Anyway, time to tag the mooties :D (yes, all of them, idgaf)

@emptiest--sink @vanillaveil @cartoonmadness2230 @renekoyuki @thatknifeanon @spashadow @loser-37 @moonblossuhmm @lethal-spaceship @simp4diobrando @beyerstatic @blackenedbleeding @carcan64 @yourfavvvintj

mlm ask game!

1. ideal date location?

2. favorite mlm song?

3. what makes you feel loved?

4. are you single or taken?

5. how many crushes have you had?

6. what's your type?

7. do you develop crushes quickly?

8. best show or movie for a date night at home?

9. what are your favorite flowers?

10. what would you give as a gift on an anniversary?

11. what's your favorite album?

12. what's your love language?

13. what are some pet names that make you blush?

14. do you read fanfiction?

15. any fictional crushes?

16. loud boys or quiet boys?

17. any characters you headcanon as mlm?

18. what's your comfort food?

19. last song you listened to?

20. best compliment you ever received?

21. kiss on the lips, cheek or forehead?

22. scalp massage or back massage?

23. any celebrity crushes?

24. what's your guilty pleasure?

25. do you like PDA?

26. how do you prefer to be comforted?

27. favorite way to express affection?

28. big spoon or little spoon?

29. freebie! ask or prompt to share something random

[crowttore]

Genshin characters as ways animals court and mate

Welcome to another round of (hopefully) the weirdest biology lessons you'll ever receive. Essentially a shitpost, someone should take away my writing privileges. There could be better suited animals out there, I just chose from the ones I know.

Characters: Childe, Xiao, Xinyan, Dainsleif, Diluc, Albedo, Ganyu, Ifa

Not seeing your fav character? Find more here

Tags: nsfw in the way a national geographic documentary is, there are no graphic details but proceed at your own discretion

Childe / Ajax / Tartaglia - Vulpes vulpes (red fox)

Am I pushing an agenda here? Absolutely. Childe gets excited when he notices that you're beginning to pay attention to him - however sparse it may be - and does everything he can to interact with you, making sure to keep it fun and engaging (both for himself and you). Bright and cheerful while courting you. Childe is generally very easy-going but doesn't take kindly to others getting too familiar with you and he can, in those instances, turn quite territorial. Has a habit of disappearing for long periods of time on missions, but when he's there, he's very devoted. Male foxes get aggressive towards other males around breeding season. Courting includes loud calls and frolicking around with a chosen mate, typically play fighting and nipping at each other. Male foxes stay to help raise the pups, letting the female stay with the pups for the first weeks while he fetches food daily.

Xiao - Drosophila spp. (fruit flies)

This one isn't exactly a calculated move on Xiao's part, and he'd prefer that this wasn't a byproduct of sexual intimacy (intimacy of any kind really). Due to his karmic debt, Xiao affects his surroundings and 'taints' them. On his partner, this means that for a time after being with him, they experience mild symptoms akin to those you'd experience after being in close proximity to old god remains. The emotional effects last a couple of hours and make others less likely to engage in any kind of social behaviour with you. Drosophila males use a pheromone to mark a female as unattractive after mating, reducing the chances of his sperm being outcompeted. Some evidence suggests that the pheromone has mildly harmful effects on the female.

Xinyan - Cebuella pygmaea (Pygmy marmoset)

It might not come as a surprise that the courting (or dating) phase isn't particularly long with Xinyan, after all, you lose every chance you don't take. She has little care for norms, if she likes you, she'll let you know first chance she gets! Through music, Xinyan has a multitude of ways to convey her thoughts and feelings, be it with or without vocals. No matter her way with words, writing songs couldn't prepare for standing in front of you and getting the words past her lips, but she'll figure it out. One thing you hadn't expected is the way she slowly adopts your way of speaking (as you do hers) allowing you to develop what might sound like a completely new language to outsiders. It makes both of you laugh from time to time while spending quality time together, realising what you're saying sounds like a load of nonsense. Pygmy marmosets have incredibly complex vocal calls and a great intuitive understanding of how sound travels and interacts with things around them. Pairs will 'sing' together to strengthen their bond, and new pairs will rapidly adjust the sound, length etc. of their calls to create new and unique ones to use with their partner.

Dainsleif - Antechinus spp. (Marsupial mice)

Dainsleif yearns. And he lingers. His love is vast as an ocean and just as deadly- he knows (thinks) it will drown you both the moment he lowers his guard. For this reason, you're kept at arms length for a while, unsure if he wants you gone or not. It's impossible to tell with his tendency to appear for a moment and be gone the next. Every time you think yourself free and healed, he appears again to drive the blade further into both your hearts. When he finally caves, in a moment of weakness, the love he shares is passionate, the ferocity of a starved beast, keeping you awake throughout the night, crying out his name in pleasure. When you awake next, there's nothing but a scribbled apology next to you. Dainsleif doesn't return after that, but you swear he still lingers in your periphery. Marsupial mice have uhh interesting mating habits. Males are ready to breed a few weeks before breeding seasons start and females enter ovulation. Mating is intense but has a narrow window of opportunity. The males funnel so much energy into maximising reproductive capabilities, using up all energy storage, that a vast majority of males die off after mating. The level of free corticosteroids increase in the males during mating, which suppresses the immune system significantly.

Diluc - Pygoscelis papua (Gentoo penguin)

Once Diluc finds himself ready to settle down, you can rest assured that plenty of care went into that decision. After hovering around you for a while, slowly finding that he doesn't wish to be without your presence (I could write so much about this turning point for Diluc whew) he presents you with two seemingly odd items. One is an old-looking key, the other a locket containing a few grape seeds. The key is for the back-door to the winery so you can always come and go. The locket belonged to his mother and the seeds inside are for you to plant. He hopes you're as ready to settle down and build a life together as he is. Gentoo penguins build their nests out of rocks and males will essentially present a female with a carefully selected stone to signify "I would like to build a nest with you". Gentoo penguins are also known for being very strictly monogamously, to the point that sleeping around or attempting to can get an individual kicked out of the colony.

Albedo - Siphopteron quadrispinosum (sea slug)

This is dedicated entirely to you Petal <3 And to everyone else, sorry. While Rhinedottir did everything she could to make Albedo, he's lacking in certain places. Which was fine. Until he met you. But that's fine, he has a solution to that. He's spent weeks fussing over creating everything that would be needed, a bottle of pheromones to get you properly prepared and a perfectly shaped rod for insertion, the tip sharpened for piercing your skin of course. A lot of sea slugs are hermaphrodites and will, after feeling each other up, stab the other with a penile stylet and inject their fluids. Some of them do it directly into the other's head. The penile stylet regrows.

Ganyu - Capra spp. (Goats)

Sweet docile Ganyu absolutely adores it when she gets to cuddle up to you, especially if your arms are wrapped securely around her. At first, you find her tendency to bury her head into your armpit a bit odd, but it's pretty endearing to be honest. Xianyun clearly makes sure her daughter is dressed to impress, and although Ganyu flusters easily; especially when you grin happily upon seeing her, you have no doubt she enjoys the compliments. Each sweet word is rewarded with a little kiss to your forehead (why her smile always looks a little sad when she pulls away is something you'll have to ask about, maybe she's still insecure around you?) Oh I promise you dear reader, this particular behavior is not a sign of insecurity. Goats are self-anointing animals, meaning they make sure to smell. For goats, this behavior includes males urinating on their forelegs and his own face, which combined with a secretion from glands located at the base of his horns, ensures a seductive scent. Some females have been observed to completely refuse mating with a buck who's had those glands removed.

Ifa - Giraffidae spp. (Giraffes)

When Ifa has to travel, he makes sure to always stop by your place every chance he gets. Some might call him clingy (and they would be correct) but he simply can't stand being away from you for more than a week at a time. There are, of course, certain benefits to dating a vet (what are humans if not animals as well) and Ifa is always looking out for you, running a few tests here and there, and making sure you're in top condition, he's quite the attentive partner! Back to the 'needy' point, Ifa can't keep his hands off of you. In fact, he can't keep his tongue away either, always licking at your skin before inevitably nudging your legs apart to have a taste. Male giraffes roam while looking for opportunities to mate, with them going into rut approximately every two weeks. They determine if a female is in oestrus by tasting her urine. If the male moves on to courting, he will start licking the female, attempting to rest his head against her, and occasionally give a little nudge with his ossicones.

[vxnillabxn]

hii!!! your zayne!fic is amazing <3333 can i request teasing!zayne and shy!reader like he effortlessly wink at him WHILE pulling the edge of his shirt to wipe his sweats just him being so insufferable (lovingly) <3333

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚ZAYNE ZAYNE ZAYNE !!! that's me, i'm literally the shy reader, i love this idea so much, especially if both zayne and reader are like... already in a committed relationship yet they still get shy around each other ( ˶•ᴖ•) !! i didn't use gendered pronouns for the reader, so it is pretty much gn! hope that's okay! thanks for requesting, and enjoy!

you hate it.

you hate how he doesn't even try.

or at least, how it seems like he doesn't have to.

you could literally just be sitting in front of him in his office, and he'd purposely take off his coat and flex his defined muscles under the short button-up shirt he decided to wear on a conveniently sunny day.

he'd take his glasses off too, just to look at you.

“you're oddly fixated on me today.”

dang it.

you quickly look away, trying to hide how nervous he makes you feel.

he only smiles faintly, typing back into his computer.

if he finishes earlier, he'd take you out to eat.

and he definitely knows you'll get messy, because when some cream drips down the corner of your lips, he smoothly picks it up with his thumb and licks it.

and your heart does cartwheels.

“here, let me feed you. it seems you are being rather clumsy today.”

you want to kick him under the table, but how could you, when he takes the spoon to your lips with such an expectant gaze?

you'll get back at him…

after you compose yourself, of course.

now, something he does quite a lot is flexing his back.

as much as he loves holding and tracing yours with his fingers when he hugs you, he also likes showing his off.

because, let's be real, his physique is god-chiseled.

whenever he changes in front of you, he turns around, flexing his back muscles.

he knows you're looking.

and his act is so infuriating.

“have you finished your daily check-up, love? what's your diagnosis?”

your skin feels warm and you avert your gaze, before throwing a pillow his way.

gosh, gosh, gosh, you hate him.

if he chooses to stay shirtless, you literally have to sleep on your side without facing him, or else he'd take any opportunity to tease you if you even glance at his chest.

and if he does put a shirt on, he'd lift it up to clean his glasses —totally on purpose— not even thinking about how his abs are showing —he totally thinks about it— and not noticing how flustered you get —he notices, all the time— when he does.

it's so out of character, but he loves to see you struggling to keep composed.

especially after you tease him too, without realizing.

the difference is, you truly don't notice when you do subtle things to get him flustered.

massaging his shoulders, kissing behind his ear, taking his glasses off and cleaning them gently for him, or even coming behind him and stealing some of the muffin he's eating.

his heart rate shoots up.

and he wants to get back at you, which is fun, because you actually show how shy and nervous you can get, and he feels proud to even elicit those reactions out of you.

he'd have some mercy, though.

if he notices you are shifting way too much, and if your body heat increases to the point you have to excuse yourself to freshen up, he'll quietly follow you and hug you from behind, kissing your nape gently…

and telling you the nerdiest, most incomprehensible and obnoxiously advanced piece of information you've ever heard, thinking that will calm you down.

“...what?”

“yes. it has been researched recently. actually, if you look through pages 556 through 579—”

but poor zaynie doesn't know that being such a smart pants actually…

gets you even more flustered.

especially when he uses those complex words you didn't even know existed.

and when he quietly explains everything to you.

you need to…

you need to kiss him.

you quickly turn around and clash your lips with his, effectively shutting him up.

it isn't a passionate kiss in any way. in fact, it is rushed and clumsy, and you soon excuse yourself to get away before your heart explodes right there.

and that kiss, that seemingly-out-of-nowhere kiss, has zayne's ears red as a cherry, and his cold hands now warm and sweaty.

because if he “doesn't even try to tease you” in your eyes, then you “don't even realize you are teasing him.”

at all.

and all of these months, when you've tried getting back at him for making you a shy mess, he's been trying to get back at you…

for the exact same reason.

and until one of you points it out, which won't happen because he's too proud sometimes, and you refuse to lose to his charm, then this cycle will never end.

so you'll keep hating him for being so lovable and teasing.

and he'll keep loving you for making him feel things his usually composed self never thought possible.

[rosenclaws]

Not Fair || Worst Logan x Reader

summary: Worst Logan is trying to start his second chance but you seem to hate him and he has no idea why.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, talking about og logan :(

a/n: I had this super angsty idea and idc if its over done I wanted to write it so bam here it is. Plus I miss writing for worst wolvie

Logan was used to dirty look. In fact that was pretty much all he got for the last 20 years or so. But for some reason the look of absolute hatred on your face stung more than usual. He didn't expect a warm welcome when Wade dragged him into this new world. The last Wolverine may have been a hero but probably wasn't always the nicest guy. But so far everyone has been pretty nice.

Yukio was sweet but didn't say much. He likes Negasonic a lot, she's got the same no bullshit attitude that he does. Peter is uh, interesting but not terrible and having Laura here was a new but fun feeling.

The only problem was you. You seemed to hate him. He doesn't know why but the way you look at him really stings. Your eyes are full of hatred it makes him feel so small. Maybe it hurts more because the two of you were something back in his world.

Calling it a relationship would be overstating it but you and Logan had something special. Maybe if he had gotten his head out of his ass and done something about it things would have turned out differently. That seemed to be a common factor with all the Wolverines. Too stubborn for their own good and refusing to let themselves be happy.

Seeing you again was like a slap in the face but maybe he could change something about his timeline. Fix his cowardice and make you feel loved and cared for like he should have. But perhaps he was too late. The other Logan might have already done the damage and he was here to suffer the aftermath.

He sees you across the room. You're uncomfortable. It's Laura's birthday and she had invited both of you. It was weird. The last time you saw Laura she was just a kid. She told you she was okay to go off with her friends and so you let her. You of course offered to help those kids but they declined. Instead you'd send them care packages whenever you could. You didn't know Laura was zapped to the void.

Now she's here and all grown up and just. So perfect. Logan was invited too. Laura knows that he's not the one who saved her but she wants to know him. She's a version of Logan and honestly, he's grown very fond of the kid too.

He can see Laura trying to balance it all. Mingle with her friends while spending time with you and with him. The least he can do is try and reach a hand out. Try and apologize for whatever the other him had done.

He slowly makes his way over to your side of the room. The large group of people and small apartment was not in his favor. As fate would have it Logan does not smoothly appear at your side asking if you want to talk.

Instead he trips over Mary Puppins and sends your drink right onto your chest. Spilling all over your clothes. Fuck. Logan stumbles to his feet. Everyone is staring and he has the overwhelming urge to tell them to fuck off.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Your voice so sharp he nearly flinches. He reaches out to try and wipe away some of the wine. Of course his dumbass would go and make you hate him even more.

"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to-"

"I said I was fine!" Logan shrinks back at your harsh tone. His hands fall limply to his side. You storm away from him into the bathroom.

“Fucked it up again.” He groans.

"It's not you. Well not really." He looks to his side to see Laura offering him a towel. He grabs it and lays it on the floor, cleaning up any mess.

"Logan, my Logan was very important to them and I think seeing you is just a lot is all." She says.

Logan nods, he knows it's weird for him to have shown up here but he's trying to make things right. He's trying to make this second chance worth it. He can't help that his heart seems to be drawn to you. You want nothing to do with him but for some reason he still cares how you feel and how you feel about him.

"Thanks kid, sorry about the mess on your birthday." He ruffles her hair and she shoves him off.

"Don't worry about it old man." He smiles as she's pulled away by a few of her new friends.

He spots you slinking your way back to the party. Moving through the crowd to the door and out of the apartment before anyone could notice. His feet move before he can think. He just wants to apologize and see if you're okay.

He's pushing it but he can't stop. He follows you all the way to the roof. He almost laughs. Of course you'd be here. That's where he'd always find you back in his world. The roof of the mansion was your safe spot.

"Why are you following me?" You turn to look at him. A tired but pissed off look on your face.

"I...I just wanted to say sorry for spilling your drink and to see if you're okay." Logan says gently. He approaches you slowly, like a wounded animal.

"Well I'm fine so you can go." Logan sighs, just walk away Logan he tells himself.

You clearly don't want him there. But something in him won't let him. He walked away from you before and you ended up dead. He just can't do that again.

"I'm sorry, for whatever I've done to you. I get that this whole thing is weird but I just want to make things right with you." Your jaw clenches as Logan continues to stay. Stubborn. Always so damn stubborn. You get to your feet and walk right up to him.

"Can't you take a fucking hint? I said to leave me alone!" You shout and Logan just stands there. That stupid caring look on his face.

"I'm not gonna leave you when you're hurting." He says firmly and it makes your heart hurt even more.

"Still the same stubborn stupid man, you could never listen to what I wanted. It was always what you thought was best." You snap.

Logan always swore he knew best. When he tried to leave you when he got old, he tried to force you away because he thought he was saving you and he never seemed to listen when you told him otherwise.

And this, this Logan seemed to be just like him. That same face, the same voice, the same sharp tongue, the same kindness with Laura, the same laugh.

It was driving you insane.

“You know what Logan? I can’t stand you." His eyes flash with hurt but he doesn't fight back.

"I can't stand even being in the same room as you because you look at me with these sad eyes and I hate it.” Those sad eyes were so familiar that it's just another slap in the face when you realize it's a different man.

“And I can’t stand you because you're messy and you drink too much and because…because-“ You struggle to speak as you try and piece the words together. Everything is building up and the flood comes before you can stop it.

“Because it’s not fair! It’s not fucking fair that you’re alive and he’s not!” You shout. The whole street could probably hear you but you don’t care.

“You are the worst wolverine. You let your friends die!” You shove his chest hard and he lets you.

Staying silent as you fall apart in front of him. Whatever was festering deep inside of you was finally coming out. You needed this. So Logan just stays quiet.

“He wasn’t perfect but dammit he tried. He was a teacher and he protected his friends and he had finally found peace.” You let out a frustrated yell as you kick a rock into the street.

“We were happy. He had fixed everything and we were so fucking happy. Then everything went wrong. Like the world looked at him and decided that some sins couldn’t be forgiven. It killed our friends, our family. It poisoned him. Slowly changed the man I loved into a shell of himself. But fuck I still loved him with everything I had.” You cry as you mourn the man you knew.

The Logan you met that day in the mansion who was so handsome and so cocky. Even as his hair turned gray and his powers weakened you still saw the man you loved. You loved him so much.

“And he died. He wasn’t supposed to die! We were supposed to be happy.” You fall back onto the cold concrete of the roof.

Staring up at the stars as you laid exhausted. The anger had fled your body and now you’re just tired. Tears still falling down your face as you cry and cry. Logan slowly sits down next to you. He isn’t sure if you even want him here. But something compels him to stay.

He’s not the man you knew but he is a variant and every variant of him is destined to love you. He can’t walk away while you’re in pain. Even if you hate him. He can live with that.

"Sweetheart." Logan places a hand on your shoulder.

You look up at him and before you can stop yourself you throw your arms around him. Hugging him tight as you cry into his shirt. He wraps his arms around you tightly. Letting you find comfort in him for as long as you need.

He smells different. That's the first thing you notice. It's a nice smell but it's still different. It pulls you out of your spiral. You pull away to look at him, really look at him. He was Logan. But there were small differences that almost made you cry again. Why? You don't really know. His eyes had more green than blue and he had more wrinkles. He was still just as handsome though.

"Thank you. For not walking away." You say quietly and he nods in reply.

“If I could, I’d trade places with him in a heartbeat.” Logan says. You look at him, tilting your head at his words.

“Why?” You ask.

“If it would make you happy. I’d do anything.” He says like it was nothing. Like he wasn't offering to give up his own life to make you happy.

“You don’t even know me Logan.”

“No, I don’t. But I knew a version of you and I know how much he must have loved you too.” He says as he cups your cheek in his hand.

He knows what that Logan must have felt because he feels it too. Not as strong because he doesn't know you as well but it's there. Maybe it's always meant to be there. That love between you two.

“He was the luckiest one out of all of us you know.” He says.

“How can dying be lucky?” There must be Logan's out there who are still alive. Surely there's no way your Logan had the happy ending.

“He was lucky to be loved by you." Logan whispers.

He's a hard man to love and he's sure that carries on through every timeline. But you still did and you stuck by him through it all. How lucky was that man to have you. Your lip wobbles as you take in his words. The sincerity of it all. Is that really how he felt?

“I’m sorry for everything. I was punishing you for something you didn’t even do.” You say, offering him an awkward but apologetic smile.

“It’s alright sweetheart. Sometimes we just need to let it out. Even if it hurts.” Logan takes your hand and you let him. He squeezes it softly and you squeeze back. You two sit on the roof for a little bit. Watching the stars. You used to do this back at the mansion.

“I’m not trying to replace him, I’m not him and we both know that.” Logan starts.

“But if you’d give me a chance, I’d like to get to know you.” There's no expectations, just a need to be close to you. How ever you'll take him he'd accept it. He just, he really missed you.

“I’d like that.” You whisper quietly.

The love you have for Logan will never go away. His new variant could never replace him. But maybe…just maybe your heart could be big enough to love them both.

“We’ll take it slow. Here, What’s your favorite color?”

“Okay slow down there, thats very private information.” You say with a soft smile. Logan chuckles and raises his hands up.

“Mine is blue." He says.

"Blue like the blue of your suit or a different blue?" You ask and he shrugs.

"I don't know, just blue."

"Logan there's more than one shade of blue."

"Okay well then I like all of them."

You talk for hours. About anything and everything. Some small things and some big ones. But it's nice to have someone to talk to again. You truly missed this. You missed him.

The man beside you is not the man you loved but he is someone you could learn to love. You both each other before, you don't want to lose him again.

[p-artsypants]

Astrid struggled to stay below below him in the water. She wasn't sure if floating up to be higher than him would be offensive. Actually, she didn't know if anything she did would be offensive. Hiccup was more interested in learning about human culture than telling her about his own.

Oh well, too little, too late.

"Your...royal fishyness?" She tried carefully, hoping that was appropriate. "I am responsible for keeping Hiccup away." She swallowed. "Maybe not solely be responsible, as he did show interest in seeing my world, but I certainly facilitated this adventure. I found him on the shore, and I've always been fascinated by merfolk. I approached him and talked do him. I didn't really even give him a chance to run! I was just so excited. But he didn't leave. He indulged me. He talked with me, like I was his equal. I had this plight: there's a boy in the village that was persistent with me and I hated it. Hiccup gave me advice on how to scare him away; to pretend to have a suitor. I decided that Hiccup should fill that role. I thought it would be fun! He'd be able to see the human village, and I'd get Snotlout off my back. It would only be a few days, and I'd keep him safe and secret, so no one would know he was a merman."

She swallowed again, the taste of salt impossible to clear. The water was frigid and she was shaking like a leaf. But whether it was from the cold or nerves, she wasn't sure.

"But then there was the accident. A raid on the village, and I was expected to fight. I had to leave him behind." Her eyes burned as she remembered the sound of the axe embedding in the dirt, the scream he'd made. She still felt guilty. "An axe sailed through the air and landed on his tail. No one could have predicted it would happen. No one wanted it to happen." She couldn't cry under water, her tears just melted into the sea. "We did everything we could. Gothi stitched the wound, Gobber made a prosthetic fin. Even my father carried him at times."

"He was so brave, King Stoick. He had to have been in so much pain, but he was so strong. The village slowly came around to having him around. They accepted him. They gave him a job, a way to contribute to our society. They love him. I love him."

She squared her shoulders. "He told me everything. All the loss you've suffered. I can understand that you want to hold him tightly. But...he also told me about how ostracized he is here. How the pod just barely tolerates him. I know why he sought out the surface. He just wants to be accepted. I don't want to take Hiccup away from you. Not at all. I want him to be happy, and I think I make him happy. But he also loves you greatly."

An idea started to form in her head, but the logistics didn't make sense yet. It would need time.

"I think we can come to a compromise. I think we can all be happy. Berk doesn't now or ever mean any harm to you or your people. Gobber made sure of that. Maybe we can think of a solution together. But right now..." She took the shell out and held it in her hand. It was crackling with a green energy and bouncing with urgency. "He needs me. Please."

After a long training session, all Astrid wanted to do was cool off on the beach. Maybe a tiny swim, even though the ocean was so cold at this time of year. She pushed through the brush and staggered down to the shore.

Only to find a boy lounging in the shallows.

“Oh!” She dropped her axe in the sand. From his bare torso, she assumed he was naked. “Sorry! I didn’t know someone else would be…here…” as the apologies flowed, she realized from the waist down, he had green scales and a pair of fins.

No wonder she hadn’t recognized him.

“No way…” she inched closer. “A real mermaid! In the flesh! Are the stories true?” She stamped down her overwhelming curiosity for a moment to give him a stern point. “Don’t try anything fishy, mermaid. I’m very capable of protecting myself, got it?”

((I saw the prompt and went feral, hope you don’t mind))

[X]

Hiccup started, the water around him splashing as he sat up straight in surprise, before he moved a little further back, his cheeks flushed.

"No, sorry, I, I shouldn't--" Ducking his head, the merman awkwardly held up a hand, "Usually no one comes here..."

But his movements only caused his tail to briefly break the surface, emerald scales glittering in the sun for a moment before dipping below the water again.

Firmly, he responded, "Merman. I am a merman. And no, don't worry, I, I wasn't going to try anything...I know you'd probably kill me if I did..."

Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, which had partially dried in his time sitting in the shallow water. "What, what stories are you referring to?"

He knew, or at least had a gut feeling about what she was asking, but he wanted to hear it from her. She appeared wary, but not fearful. Maybe these humans didn't have the same fears of his kind like the others?

[smolgaedragon]

Switcheroo (DP X DC)

Danny was definitely not expecting Damian to ask what he thought about pulling a prank on their birth father. The Waynes had apparently never been told about Damian's twin that had been sent far away from any and all Leage businesses from the moment be took a breath.

Dami had defended himself by saying stuff about how the fact that father had had another child whom he's never met just never came up. They seemed to shy away from talking about where Damian had grown up, which included him secretly keeping in contact with his twin.

After Damian had been taken in by their father, he began to text with Danny far more often as he never had to worry about getting caught and Danny getting killed anymore, which was pretty nice.

When Danny died Damian was the first to get the full story about everything, followed by Sam and Tucker. Damian and Danny knew everything about each other, even though they lived in completely different worlds. Danny knew everything about the Bat's, including how emotionally repressed all of them are.

So, when Damian wanted to go on a road trip, he asked Danny to take his place in the manor for the 2 weeks he was supposed to be gone. He didn't want any of his brothers to stalk him while he was away. Danny had gleefully accepted. Under the condition that for every blatant lie he got everyone to fully believe Damian had to spend a day with him and the Fenton's. Jazz was upset that she'd never met Danny's twin. His parents, and more importantly Jazz, were all for this, even if it meant sending Danny away for almost a month.

He made sure to spend a week in the manor while invisible to get a better sense of how people interacted with each other, especially how Dami talked to his brothers and their father. If Danny didn't mimic his twin brother perfectly then their whole plan was over before it started.

Danny already knew that this would be a challenge because of how different his and Damian's personalities are, despite being identical. Luckily because of being Phantom he didn't have to worry about struggling with the physical aspects of being Robin, or the lack of sleep it caused.

This was going to be a fun 2 weeks. Danny just had to start thinking up some sort of lies to get Dami's family to believe. Which will be easier than he thought as Dami to have absolutely 0 social skills and doesn't see the point in lying. Sure, he knew that growing up somewhere like the league made Dami as emotionally stunted as their birth father, but with how he acted when he was calling or texting with Danny, he would have thought that the social incompetence had lessoned, at least a little. But nope. He's the epidemy of awkwardness.

During day 1 Danny focused on simply not being detected by anyone. Which went really well. For a group of great detectives and vigilantes Danny was a little surprised to find them not batting an eye at him. He waited until day 3 to see about adding in a lie, he started out really simple to test the family.

"Alfred's cooking in a lot better than Ra's cooking" he said during dinner, it was only Bruce and Tim at the table with him, as everyone else had one thing or another to do instead of eating dinner as a family. Bruce seemed to just accept this bit of new information and kept eating after a slight pause. Tim however looked a little shocked, "Ra's never cooked though?" Danny faked a very confused face, "Yes he did Timothy, you were never allowed in the kitchen so you may have not noticed it as he didn't cook very often. He was horrible at it" It took a few minutes before Tim seemed to come to terms with his new reality and continue to eat his dinner.

He waited 2 days before deciding to say something again. His comment about Ra's cooking hadn't been brought up by either Bruce or Tim. This time he was with Jason. The hardest part of this was to have to deny himself the pleasure of straight up asking if Jason would break into Arkam with him to kill the Joker, as Dami abided by Bruce's to killing rules. Danny, however had no such wish to abide by that specific rule, there are some people who truly do need to be killed to ensure that they don't cause more pain.

"Dam flying rats" Jason mumbled as a heard of pigeons took off right above them as they turned a corner towards the Bat Burger, which was now in sight. Danny had to hide his excitement about not having to fight his food before getting to enjoy it. "Mother used to take care of a room of pigeons in order for Ra's to be able to send messages to those who thought cell phones made you turn green and go insane."

Jason, to his credit, didn't stop walking or change his pace, but he did turn his head to stare at who he thought was his brother who just randomly said something completely insane. He processed what he thought was a truth that came from his brother who wouldn't bother telling a lie. "Theres's people who think cell phones drive you insane and turn you green?" is what he asked once he could speak again. Danny had great control over his face, but it was still a challenge to not burst out laughing there and then. "Of course there are" Danny wondered if Damian would count this as 2 lies or just 1.

Danny got a delicious burger and fries; Jason got an unholy amount of chicken nuggets that he somehow managed to eat all of them within an hour. Day 4 was the only day Danny spent alone with Jason, which Danny thought was pretty sad and had hope that after it was revealed that he wasn't his twin he and Jason could kill some people together as the only 2 who seemed to not bat an eye at braking dear Brucie's rules. It would also be nice to actually be able to float again instead of having to walk. Danny did miss being able to play video games while floating upside down.

Days 5, 6, and 7 were bland and honestly, Danny was running out of ideas that could maybe be believed and wouldn't be something that they knew was false. It was on day 8 out of his 14 days long stay in the manor that he was alone with Barbara in the bat cave.

"So," she said after blatantly ignoring Tim on coms making a very bad pun. "What do you think Damian wanted to do so badly to finally ask you to come here, and who's idea was it for you two to switch places?" Danny burst out laughing.

"Finally!" He yelled, "It's like none of them are aware of their surroundings at all!" Barbara was also laughing when Danny shifted into his ghost form and floated up a little before answering her questions, "Oh, it feels so nice to be in the air again" he took her lack of surprise as a sign that she knew absolutely everything about him already. "Dami wanted to go on a road trip without getting stalked the entire way, which makes so much more sense after spending a week with you guys"

Barbara smirked, "I know exactly where he is right now, like I'd let someone show up pretending to be him and not go looking" "It was also his idea," Danny was upside down now, "We're gonna tell them when he gets back and shame them all" "As you should, I'm also going to shame them, just because you two look alike you're not the same person" "So I also am guessing that you know about our bet?" When she nodded back at him, he continued, "I'm so out of ideas for them! You have any ideas?"

"What if you tell them that Bruce listens to K-pop in his free time? I'll back you up on it too" Danny grinned at her, "That's amazing, and if you back it up, they'll totally believe it no questions asked. You and my sister would be like, best friends. She is also 100% stalking where I am right now, but that's mostly because she doesn't trust the GIW to stay out of Gotham since I've come here"

Barbara sighed, "That horrible branch of the government has been a personal project of mine to try to dismantle from the inside and not start an interdenominational war, but after finding out who the feared Ghost King is I could probably move a whole lot faster"

"Yay! I'm so sick of those guys following me around constantly" Danny was back on the ground now, "It felt so nice to be weightless again, it's so relaxing" Barbara smiled at him.

It was the next day when Jason, Tim, Barbara, and Danny were in the kitchen getting a quick lunch when the topic of music had been brought up by Tim, who was trying to guess what kind of music Jason listened to. He'd guessed a bunch of genres that honestly did seem to fit with what Danny knew of Jason. "Perhaps Korean pop, like father"

"Theres no way Bruce listens to K-pop, right?" He turned towards Barbara, who was eating her sandwich, seeming to ignore the conversation, Danny knew she was trying not to laugh though, "Of course he does Tim, there were even a few articles about it a while ago when it was mentioned at a gala" The two boys seemed only a little stunned at this point.

With Barbara's help Danny was able to get the Wayne family to believe a grand total of 9 lies over the 2 weeks Damian was gone without being found out by anyone other than her.

When Damian walked into the game room where Danny was playing Mario Cart against Tim, everyone turned to stare at him and Danny. "How many did they believe?" Damian asked Danny. "9" Danny said, letting himself burst into a giant grin, Barbara mimicked that grin.

That did seem to let everyone know that who they had thought was Damian playing video games with Tim was actually someone else and none of them had known. "How could you believe such blatant lies that could have been easily fact checked" Damian asked his family as Danny was having a laughing fit on the floor.

"I for one, am disappointed in all of you guys" Barbara spoke up, "Over the last 2 weeks Damian hasn't been in Gotham at all, and Danny has been in his place and also trying to see how many blatant lies he could get you to believe" Bruce hadn't said a word, his eyes going between Damian and Danny.

"Wait, who are you?" Jason pointed at Danny, who had recovered from his burst of laughter. "I'm Danny, Damian's twin" Danny took so much pleasure in everyone's shocked faces, "Where have you been living?" Bruce asked, clearly mentally preparing to adopt him then and there. "Oh, cool your adoption craving dear Brucie" Danny once again made Bruce blue screen, especially since he was here that in the same voice that he heard from his youngest who was always the most formal no matter the setting.

"I have a great loving family that I was adopted by before I even knew who our grandfather was. The whole reason I made up so much stuff while I was here was because Dami promised me and my sister Jazz that for each thing you all believed he'd spend a day with us in Amity Park"

Bruce seemed a little sad at this information, "Danyal also assured me that he would stay here for the next week to actually form a bond with our father while not impersonating me"

Danny and Damian had planned for Danny to start to slowly freak everyone else out with his ghost abilities. But that first night Tim brought up the topic of how Danny was able to be Robin so easily as he hadn't grown up with the Legue nor went through Bruce's crazy training, "Oh, I became a superhero before he did so I have a leg up on him"

"Who are you? I don't know anything about Amity Park enough to guess your 'hero' name" Time said, "Oh I'm Phantom," he said, letting his eyes glow a bright unnatural green that made Tim jump back away from him as he had only that kind of green with the Lazarus pits. "And don't worry, next to no one in this realm knows about me"

Phantom didn't join the bats for their night out for that week, mostly out of fear that it would draw the GIW to Gotham and he really didn't want to do that. So, he grew closer to Barbara and helped give ideas on ways that they could take the GIW down now that she knew that she could have the help of a ghost or 2 doing some stuff in Amity Park if it was needed.

There was a night where Danny heard Jason in the kitchen at a ridiculous time in the morning and decided to scare him by walking into the kitchen on the ceiling with his eyes glowing as brightly as he could make them while in his ghost form, and saying something in ghost speak, which meant that Jason was properly freaked out when he rubbed his eyes and the next second Danny was standing in the doorway looking normal giving Jason a confused look "I said, what are you doing eating cereal at 2 in the morning?"

When it was eventually time for Danny to head home again, he turned into his ghost form, and made a portal right into his room, "Dami, you better follow through on coming here for a week at some point, and I'll definitely visit again, maybe once the GIW aren't trying to tear me apart atom by atom and the law stating I'm not sentient is reversed" and with that Danny vanished into the portal.

The last thing he heard from his brother's family was "Excuse me, what the actual fuck?" From a bewildered Tim and a "Danny being here was certainly an experience" Barbara patted Tim on the back, before he was back in his room realizing that he had to fight his food during dinner tonight.

[loliskywalker]

Showing Love

James Kelly x Fem! Reader

Summary: Free from prison, but still bound to one undeniable truth: he needs to see her again. And he knows exactly where to find her — the bar where it all began... and maybe, where it could all begin again.

Words count: 1.4k

Author’s notes:

Big thanks to @moonlightkb for helping me develop this one-shot. love you babe 😉🩵

English is not my first language! I'm sorry if you have any mistakes or a word that doesn't match the context so much.

Feedbacks are welcome! I'd love to know what you thought of this one-shot.

Genre: angst + fluff

Dividers by @strangergraphics

In the summer, Los Angeles seemed to shine even more at sunset. The waves breaking on the horizon allowed us to breathe and reflect on the beauty of the city. It's that view that helps me relax at the end of each workday.

"Hey, are you coming later?" — I heard Jenna's voice behind me as I started putting my belongings into my bag.

"I don't think so, Jenn. I'm a bit tired and just wanted to rest a little."

"Then come relax with us! It'll be fun — we can drink and talk about the ridiculous outfit *you-know-who* wore today," said the brunette with a hopeful smile. "And you didn’t come last Thursday."

"Alright… Is it at 8 p.m.?"

"7:30 p.m. at Joe’s."

"Okay. I’ll stop by home to take a shower and meet you there."

After a long shower, a quick makeup session, and a slightly messy room caused by my indecision in choosing an outfit for no real reason, I left for the bar listening to music. I always liked getting ready to go out, so it was actually a pleasant moment.

The music echoed through the place, and the mix of warm and cool lights created an inviting atmosphere for a summer night. In the back, I spotted Jenn and Sarah talking animatedly.

"Look who finally showed up!" — said Sarah as I approached.

"Hey, Sarah!" — I greeted the blonde with a quick hug and did the same with Jenna. "How are you two? Have you ordered anything?"

"We’re good. We just ordered some beers. Here, take one."

In no time, we were immersed in laughter and gossip. What felt like just a few minutes quickly turned into hours. When I noticed it was almost time to leave, I decided to get a different drink.

"I’ll be right back, going to get a drink from Joe."

"Okay, we’ll wait for you so we can leave together."

"Hey Joe, can you make a Sex on the Beach for me?"

"Of course! So… how are things with James?"

"What do you mean, ‘how are things with James’? We’re not together anymore, Joe. Is he here?" — I asked, confused, since I hadn’t seen him since the last time I visited him in prison. That was months ago.

"He was here last Thursday. Said he’d been on a trip with his brother and stopped by to see if he could find you, but you didn’t come," he explained.

Trip with his brother.

Joe’s words made my whole body tense up and my breath caught in my throat. That simple phrase brought back something I had been trying to forget for a while. Thinking about him still hurt, because of how everything ended.

"I didn’t know he was back… from his trip." — I said, shaking my head slightly, trying to push those thoughts away. "But either way, it’s not my business. And honestly, I don’t want to see him again."

"Then I think you might have a hard time with that," Joe said, glancing toward the door just as it opened with the sound of the bell. "This one’s on the house," he added with a half-smile, handing me the drink before turning to finish washing glasses.

"Thanks, Joe," I said, taking a big sip and feeling the burn of the alcohol down my throat. That feeling took over me completely. Moments later, the seat next to me was occupied by the last person I ever expected to see. His scent reached me — the one that used to calm me now made me feel uneasy. Yet, there was still something about it that drew me in, inexplicably.

"James.”

"I was looking for you," he whispered, his breath unsteady, fingers nervously tapping on the counter.

"So I heard."

"You changed your hair… It looks nice," he said, drawing a dry laugh from me. As he turned to face me, our eyes met. His freshly cut dark hair gave him a more youthful look. His black shirt and dark blue flannel rolled up at the elbows, enhancing your forearm tattoo, along with his broad arms, contrasted with the intensity of his blue eyes, which now gleamed with an indescribable feeling.

"If that’s all you have to say, I’m leaving," I said, standing up and pushing the stool back into place.

"I missed you. I still do."

"James, stop."

"I’m being serious. Can we talk?"

"I don’t think we have anything left to say. You made it pretty clear months ago what you wanted and what you thought," I replied, walking away toward where my friends were.

"Are you okay? Did he bother you?" — Jenna asked, noticing my discomfort.

"I’m fine. I just want to go home." — We paid the bill and headed for the exit.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, girls." — I said goodbye to Sarah and Jenna, then walked to my car, which was parked a little farther away in the lot. But it seemed like, out of nowhere, my night decided to turn upside down — my car wouldn’t start no matter what.

I sighed as I realized it was no use. The exhaustion and alcohol made me rest my forehead on the steering wheel. I got out to see if I could figure out what was wrong, opened the hood, and fiddled with a few parts I thought might be the issue. I left the hood open and got back inside to try again. The engine still made weird noises, but finally, it started.

I stepped out to close the hood and heard footsteps mixing with the sound of the car.

"From the noise, it sounds like the belt."

"I’ll take it to get checked tomorrow. Don’t worry about it," I replied, trying to ignore his presence.

"I could take a look for you."

"Can we not do this?" — I asked, turning to face James, who looked pale and tired, tension heavy on his shoulders.

"Do what?" — He cleared his throat, as if trying to say something he couldn’t.

"This," I said, gesturing between us. "You don’t get to say you miss me. Not after you pushed me away. Not after you left me waiting for hours. After I went to the prison to see you and you never showed up."

"I’m sorry. Look, can we please talk?" — His eyes shimmered as he stepped closer, his jaw tense and hands clenched at his sides.

"I don’t think we should. It’ll only bring more pain," I said, crossing my arms as a cold breeze hit me. I stepped back and reached for the door handle, looking at him again. "It’s too late."

"I love you."

Those three words made me freeze.

"I love you. And I know I don’t deserve you. Not after everything. But for once, I want to be selfish. Because the pain of losing you doesn’t go away. I let myself live without you, but I can’t anymore," — he shook his head slightly, closing his eyes as if the thought crushed him — "the idea of not having you… of seeing you with someone else… it suffocates me," he finished, his voice low and strained.

He stepped even closer, just one pace away from me.

"I want to be the one who makes you feel loved. I want to be the first face you see in the morning. To play the piano for you while you drink cheap wine before bed," he murmured, closing the space between us. "I want to be worthy of being by your side. I’ll do anything for that — just let me love you one more time."

His words made my heart race in a way I’d never felt before. His lips hovered inches from mine. I tried to think clearly, but gave in. I kissed him like never before. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe our conflicting emotions. The bittersweet taste of his lips mixed with tobacco and the weight of everything between us hit hard. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me like he couldn’t believe it was real, while my hands found their way to his neck.

When we couldn’t breathe anymore, we pulled back just enough to press our foreheads together. I felt the cold metal at my back. His right hand cupped my face, and in a reflex, I leaned in and kissed him again. Slower this time, but still intense — pouring everything I felt into that moment.

My love for him had never left. It was wounded, yes, but still alive. Love can be given by anyone, but being truly loved — that’s something different. And in James, I once felt that. And I have no doubt I can — and want to — feel it again.

hope u like it! thank u for reading 🫶🏻 And feel free to comment on what you thought of the one-shot

MASTERLIST

[thesoftboiledegg]

After poking fun at Marvel years ago with "Vindicators 3: The Return of Worldender," Rick and Morty set its sights on DC with "Ricker than Fiction." However, instead of roasting superhero movies for 20 minutes, the writers came up with a loving parody that allowed real-life DC alums to join in.

I loved Zack Snyder's cameo because he's been a long-time Rick and Morty fan, to the point that he met with Dan Harmon about making a movie, and letting James Gunn voice himself made his appearance a lot funnier. Celebrity parodies are usually lame and don't age well, but I could get on board with this because he basically played himself as a character.

The plot wasn't that original, and it stretched the characters a little (Rick always criticized superheroes in the past, and now he's suddenly invested in a franchise?), but in this era of superhero fatigue, the writers found a narrative beyond "Action movies are dumb!!" This episode combined a DC parody, a Rick and Morty adventure, some surprising character moments, a dash of social commentary and a fictionalized look at the life of a DC director.

I don't know how far in advance the writers' room produces scripts, so maybe they wrote this episode before AI took over, but Rick's Movie-lizer seems like a jab at AI-generated fiction. He explains that the machine uses a "prompt-driven CPU" that auto-generates changes to the script. Sound familiar?

As predicted, the machine goes haywire, leaving Rick and Morty trapped in the movie. When Jerry says that the plot is a mess, we get another appearance of Dan Harmon's famous story circle--the first since the Story Train episode in season four.

From there, the plot is fairly predictable, but the writers managed to throw in some twists that kept me guessing. I knew that Rick, Morty and Jerry would have to fix the plot somehow, but I didn't expect James Gunn to barge in and hilariously sabotage their efforts.

When he took control of the Movie-lizer, I figured he'd start writing his own script and make the situation crazier. The fact that he just tried to steal the machine instead seems like a missed opportunity, but I'll admit that Gunn tying chains around the machine and trying to haul it away with his car like he's relocating a fridge is a lot funnier.

And it led to Jerry having some great moments: beating up James Gunn because he wanted him to betray his family, doing his best to save Rick and Morty, and crying when he thought they were dead. Near the end, Rick proves that he believes in Jerry despite everything.

He might've slipped in another dig at AI, too. Maybe it's just me, but "Any idiot can plug an idea into a machine when they don't care what it spits back out, but it takes a special kind of idiot to get on the keys and write us an ending" sounded like a jab at people who choose prompts over original writing.

Speaking of Rick: after he stumbled in "Summer of All Fears," the rest of the season has emphasized that he really is changing. He's still mean, crabby and inconsiderate, and he struggles with empathy, but he's there when it really counts.

When the villain bites Morty, Rick whacks him on the head with a shovel, killing him instantly. Later, Morty furiously confronts Rick and shoves him to the ground, yells at him and shakes him, and Rick does...nothing. He doesn't even launch into an insult-filled tirade. Instead, he takes the beating with a silent frown. Is he finally realizing that he can't keep using his strength to hurt his grandson?

Just like he surprised himself by getting attached to Karen and Doug in "Cryo Mort a Rickver," he surprises himself again by getting attached to Tannenbaum and sacrificing himself instead of letting Morty kill his new favorite character. And then we get yet another "Vat of Acid Episode" reference...the writers never get tired of going back to that one, huh?

Morty's not afraid to speak his mind, either. When Rick told Morty to assemble the bad guy's henchpeople, I think he had confidence in Morty's ability to take charge and sway them with his natural charisma. The writers have backtracked on Morty's character development before, so I don't want to get too excited, but I hope this is headed somewhere.

While this episode is ostensibly about DC, it might also have some meta commentary about Rick and Morty fans. You get attached to characters you thought you'd hate (or I did, at least), you want to see Rick change ("Everyone sucks until they don't. That's the arc of every good story"), and Adult Swim is never going to be able to please the maniacs who want the show to return to season one again.

And even if it doesn't, you know Zack Snyder had a blast talking about Rick like he knows him personally. He's ONE mega-fan who won't be crying about season eight.

[generic-sonic-fan]

Character flaws for Team Dark

We all know that as fans we can get sappy with our favorite characters. This is not a bad thing! But sometimes it can be useful to include a character's flaws into a story. Here's some ideas.

Shadow:

He tends to bottle things up until he snaps

He complains a lot

STUBBORN

Pessimist! He always expects the worst out of situations or people.

He's gruff in conversations. Not very charismatic and prone to putting people off when he meets them.

Secretive- he'd much rather deal with something alone than show any sort of weakness.

Thinks of himself not as the superior person, but the superior tool for getting any job done. If anyone else tries to solve a problem, he rolls his eyes, assume they failed, and steps in to deal with the problem himself.

Obligatory self-sacrificing idiot tendencies mention.

Obligatory tragic backstory/PTSD symptoms mention, but inject a little bit more of the not-as-pretty PTSD symptoms and less of the beautiful tragic nightmares, mkay?

Rouge:

Liar liar! Pants on fire! This is a girl who lies! To everyone! Even her friends if it fancies her!

Of Team Dark, she's the most self-centered by far. Sometimes she really just doesn't care about other people.

She gets a kick out of screwing other people over, even innocent people, though she was much worse about it when she was younger. Nowadays she might steal the last candy bar someone wanted from the vending machine; younger Rouge might have slashed tires for fun.

Manipulative even to those who have earned her respect. Almost like a sort of game she plays with them, if said person knows her tricks.

Guarded and distant. An expert at sorting out other people's emotions while not showing any herself.

She thinks she has perfect control over her emotions but she doesn't.

Can and will talk her way out of being responsible for said thing she's responsible for. Can and will gaslight anyone except Shadow about this. It wasn't her turn to do the dishes! Omega, how could you say such a thing!

(She only stopped gaslighting Shadow because of. y'know. but at the same time Rouge can and has invoked Maria to persuade Shadow to do something.)

Omega:

The most overtly flawed of the trio. Loud, single-minded, rude, reckless etc etc etc etc. . .

Readily disparages anyone who doesn't immediately meet his high standards for worth.

(Oddly enough, said standards are the same standards he holds himself to. Which is a problem for all the non-robots/non-ultimate lifeforms in his vicinity.)

Unpredictable which rules he'll decide to humor today vs tomorrow. Applies to social norms as well as government laws.

Really he just fucking hates being told what to do, even if it's something benign. Never ask this guy for a favor, he will say no.

Completely callous of (most) people's feelings. Greatly indifferent towards the suffering of others unless he's directly confronted with a sad-looking face.

Jaded and pessimistic (but not shy!) about interacting most people until he knows them well.

This motherfucker has to be right about everything and won't let an argument go. Having flawless memory does not help with this.

S T U B B O R N

Finally, add a dash of all his canon character flaws (which is. his entire canon character pretty much.)

[maybeyoushoulddateeverything]

Johnny Splash smut headcannons

A/n: Sorry the only thing rattling in my brain is the shower this will happen again. I got a little freaky with it. Feel free to use any of these (just @ me)

CW: GN! reader unless the headcannon specifies, clothed sex mention, mutual masturbation, body positivity, aftercare, public sex, and quickie

-He's very lanky but hairy (chest, legs, arms, and bush) he keeps it trimmed before and after you two start dating. Though he wouldn't care if you had a bush or some hair.

-I think he has a thing for lingerie or some clothes on during sex. He's seen you showering naked for years, but he won't complain if you are naked for him. In fact he would love it since he can actually touch you now.

-BIG into eating out/sucking dick. He sees it as romantic. It might have taken him some practice but when he gets it down, he knows the exact spots that make you scream. Receiving he doesn't mind but expect him to say "woah nelly" or "That's it momma/partner"

-When you do have sex, he ALWAYS asks where you want him to cum., he doesn't have a preference he just wants to make sure you are both comfortable and in a safe space doing it.

-That being said...mutual masturbation. He's watched you get off in the shower more than enough times you cannot convince me that he wouldn't jack off either. It's not as common anymore after he was realized but when you both do it. It's always fun.

-He does not have a preference for body type. If anything, I think he thinks the chubbier the better. Though he just LOVES to worship your body no matter what.

-Whimpers when he cums. (During the first time you thought he was crying he was whimpering that much)

-Huge switch I think he likes to lean towards bottom but loves being on top.

-During aftercare and while he takes care of you, he likes to sing. Anything that comes to mind, he thinks he sounds better.

-That kicks off the tradition of a quickie in the backroom of a show. It boosts his confidence a lot and sometimes...he does sound better (kinda).

[illumeew]

childe x teacher!reader (and a little bit of kaeya x reader). modern!au. he's an ancient god only you can see, and you find him tethered to you spiritually - he can't leave. so, he has no choice but to follow you around including... going to work.

Tartaglia materializes in the staff lounge with every intention of messing with the vending machine and maybe moving the air conditioner remote somewhere inconvenient.

He expects the sound of keyboards clacking fervently, coffee sips, and maybe perfectly timed yawning from the short brown-haired woman who always wore red.

What he doesn’t expect is to hear your laugh.

He floats to the ceiling, into the vents, and presses himself against the tiles, peeking through the grills and the lights.

You're sitting with Kaeya, elbow propped on the table, poking at your lunch like it’s background noise.

Kaeya says something that Tartaglia doesn't catch and it makes you laugh . Again, It’s not just a polite laugh, it’s a real, head-tilted, teeth-showing kind of laugh. The kind Tartaglia usually only hears when he's knocking over your laundry rack at 2 AM on purpose.

He scoffs, “He’s not that pretty.”

Kaeya leans in slightly. His voice is smooth, effortless, all velvet and teasing.

“You know, there’s a new place down the street. Good shabu-shabu. Quiet enough to hear yourself think.”

You shrug, smiling. “Sounds nice.”

“Do you have any plans later?”

You stop to think. “No, not much. Why?”

Kaeya smiles. “Dinner?”

Tartaglia slams his head into the ceiling beam.

He phases halfway out of the ceiling by the corner of the room as your lips form the cursed words, “Yeah. Sure,” with that— that smile on your face.

Sure? SURE?

You don’t know it but your ghost is short-circuiting just a mere few inches behind you.

Kaeya leans back, relaxed. “Great. I’ll pick you up after work. Wear something nice, or don’t. I’m not picky.”

You laugh again.

Tartaglia begins planning Kaeya’s spiritual demise. Nothing violent, just little things: mild haunting; tiny plagues; misplaced keys forever—the worst things a teacher can even experience that doesn’t involve any blood or broken bones.

You arrive home and toss your bag on the couch, humming and suspiciously cheerful. Tartaglia manifests on top of your kitchen counter, looking at you like you just massacred his entire family.

“So, you and… Kaeya, was it?"

You pause as you remove your coat. “Oh my god. You were there?”

“No, just happened to overhear through the vents.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re haunting the air conditioning system now?”

“Don’t deflect. He asked you out!”

“It’s not a date,” you say, hanging your coat. “It’s just dinner.”

“ Just dinner? With the guy who called you ‘charming’ while adjusting his sleeves and flipping his hair?”

You blink. “You saw that?”

“I saw everything.”

You throw a dish towel at him. It passes through his face and he pouts like he felt it.

An hour or two later, you’re in your room, changing into something presentable—comfy but decent, just in case. You dab on a little cologne, not because you care, just because��� you’re polite. Why not, right?

Tartaglia hovers by the mirror like a judgmental parent.

“Do you always put that much effort into people who aren’t spiritually tethered to you? ”

You arch a brow. “Are you mad?”

“Spirits don’t get mad. We get… metaphysically unsettled.”

“Sounds a lot like jealousy.”

“Sounds a lot like betrayal.”

You walk past him to grab your bag. He floats alongside you like a dog.

“What does he even have that I don’t?”

“A pulse.”

He gasps.

You laugh as you close the door behind you. “Don’t wait up.”

Oh, believe him when he absolutely waits up.

You come home later than usual.

Tartaglia is waiting, upside down on your couch like a vampire bat.

You’re glowing, softly, from laughter, broth and gossip combined. You didn’t even notice time pass. Kaeya’s easy to talk to. Fun. Good company.

But your ghost? Sulking.

“You were gone a long time. ”

“We had dessert.”

“Oh, dessert ? What kind?”

“Cheesecake.”

“What a disgrace.”

You kick off your shoes. “Okay, grandpa.”

“I’m not old. I’m ancient . There’s a difference.”

“Mhm.” You drop your bag on the couch. “Did you haunt anything while I was out?”

“No, I just sat here, alone, thinking about betrayal. Also, your fridge is out of alignment. I fixed it, again. I didn’t even think about payment for my services.”

You smile to yourself as you pour water into your mug. You turn to him. “You’re so dramatic. Thank you for fixing the fridge.”

He huffs. “You laughed more with him in one hour than you’ve laughed with me all week.”

You stare. “You’re counting ?”

“I don’t count, I keep emotional tabs.”

You walk past him, a smile on your face. “ Good night, Tartaglia.”

He sinks halfway into the couch as you enter your room.

“Tell him if he hurts you, I’ll haunt his future children.”

You poke your head out the door teasingly. “Don’t you mean our future children?”

“Go sleep, why don’t you?!”

this is a series on ao3! go check it out here!

dividers ⓒ @hyuneskkami

[onyx-eeeee]

New idea: Hen or Chim challenge Buck and Eddie to a game of gay chicken.

Buck: Great! now what

Chim: well you keep going now

Eddie: how do we win?

Hen: whoever doesn't chicken out wins

Chim: You know honour, you just sees who can go the longest without blushing or backing off because it's too much for them.

Buck: isn't this a bit yk counterintuitive? I'm bi, Eddie's the straight one here isn't this unfair?

Chim: it's the fun of the game, you two aren't attracted to eachother

Ravi*quietly*: supposedly

Eddie: It could be fun Buck, I remember some of the guys playing this back in the barracks during down time, some cracked some didn't. How hard can it be?

Buck: But you're straight

Eddie: yeah and? I think I can handle being close with my bestfriend, we've saved eachother's lives before, dragged through the firing line all that we could beat Hen and Chim anyway.

Hen: beat who and who?

*Chim laughs hysterically*

Hen: oh boys, this is gay chicken, not straight chicken, I'm not having any part of this and we're both married

Buck: then Ravi-

Ravi: Ravi will be on washing duty, no thank you

Chim: cheer up guys it's for fun. Tell you what-

Hen: We'll give $20 to whoever wins, sounds like a deal?

Buck: ....

Eddie: seems a little low

Hen: that's all I'm giving

Eddie: Chim?

Chim: sigh.... I'll throw in a gift card to that new restaurant on 23rd

Eddie: Deal.

Buck: hmm

Eddie: Cmon buck, there's free food and cash, and I know you wanna try their new lemon pasta Primavera, they use zucchini to make their noodles, you can even meet the chef

Buck: I don't know Eddie

Eddie: it'll be fun! It's not like we haven't been close before, this'll be easy. Besides it's us.

Buck: yeah...it's us. Fine I'll do it.

Chim: any more convincing and I'd have to pull out the Jee and Robbie combo

Ravi: Buck's already losing in my books

Buck: we haven't even started yet

Ravi shrugs

Ravi: doesn't matter to me, seemed a bit suspicious.

Eddie: well Buck you're on

*Eddie places a kiss on buck's hand as a shiver runs down buck's spine*

Buck: I- got it you too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hen: I give them a week

Chim: 3 days

Ravi: I don't know I give them 2 shifts before they realize it's no longer a game.

(Small dialogue fic I was just gonna spit an idea out but this went longer than expected 😬 anyway

Hen and Chim get bored and tired of Buddie's antics.

Buck and Eddie get challenged to play gay chicken during their downtime on shift

Ravi manages the tally chart and betting pool, he's on team Eddie wins)

[dross-the-fish]

What does it take to be friends with each of the Motley Crew?

Because, I would love to be friends with Quincey, Selma (they seem to be very kind people), and Adam.

I would also say Jekyll/Hyde, but they are obviously unhinged, and I would probably die, so...

It's really circumstantial. Quincey is pretty easy to make friends with. Be nice and a generally decent person and he's down to be buddies. A lot of people tend to mistake him for being bookish because he a little over formal and wears glasses. Once you are his friend he's ride or die, as Larry can attest. He sometimes clashes with his schoolmate Robert Liddell (Alice's son) but never holds petty grudges. Larry is more shy so he may take awhile to warm up to you. He prefers people who have kind of an off-beat sense of humor and don't take life too seriously. Not the most outdoorsy he prefers to hang around reading magazines and listening to music in his room so if you're good with just hanging out at each other's houses you've got a life long friend. Selma is looking for a good time. She tends to live like every day is her last and if you want to spend time with her you might want to be ready to do some hard drinking, fast driving and gambling with your life. Honestly she is a little bit of a thrill seeker. She is smart enough never to bite off more than she can chew and her risks are calculated but they are still risks. She has a touch of wanderlust and is a bit grizzled and haunted but she has a good heart. Theo is the kind of person who seems very friendly and charming but you'll discover after awhile that she's holding you at arms length. She'll never be rude or aggressive but she's not making any efforts to let you know her intimately. if SHE feels like she's vibing with you then she'll open up a bit. She might start small, little conversations about her Nan and missing Ireland and eventually work her way up to deeper more emotional topics. She wants a confidant and companion. So far her closest friends are Selma and Adam. Watson, depending on your age he may treat you more like he's your stern but kindly father than a friend. He does like adventure and gets really swept up in the excitement of a mystery. Indulge his sense of wonder and he's pretty easy to befriend. Erik, if you like music, magic tricks, are willing to recognize his genius and don't balk at his body count he's not hard to befriend. The Daroga will tell you to lower your expectations though. Erik is kind of like feral raccoon. Inexplicably there will be some mysterious noises coming from behind the walls at night, and some of your things will disappear only to reappear in odd places. He generally only comes out at night and if you startle him he will scamper away, disappearing into tight places you didn't think a whole person could fit. But he is a very polite gentleman and when he's not being a wet gremlin he's fine company.

Adam easy to make friends with as long as he believes you're being sincere. You can bond with him over going on long hikes, appreciating nature, reading poetry and debating over philosophy and literature. Jekyll/Hyde likes good people, is drawn to good people, especially if they are passionate and inquisitive. He does prefer the company of educated people and gets very impatient if he feels like the other person can't keep up with him intellectually. You have to accept that being his friend means you're going to get a lot of cattiness and petty spite. He is amused at the misfortune of others and being someone he likes doesn't make you immune to his abuse. If you can handle the fact that he's awful he can be a lot of fun and he can be very civil and congenial. He loves his work and is fascinated by the strange and the supernatural so his conversations can be very interesting.

[icy-book]

For the terronica fans: Vampire Terry jr meets monster fucker Veronica

Veronica reads a ton of those cringy monster erotica novels that every mom has, and she is way more excited than Terry expected when she found out she’s got a real life vampire in the house! He’s not really the bodice-ripper type, but thankfully she’s also into sad pathetic vampires who look at her like this 🥺

Thank you for your consideration :]

Finally completing this after *checks watch* 3 months. I hope you enjoy!

This was very much not how Terry planned on Veronica finding out. After all, being found guzzling blood from a plastic bag very clearly labelled "Lark's blood, A+, tested like a week ago, nerd" was not exactly the most glamourous moment of his life. In his defence, he just wanted a midnight snack.

"Is that... blood?"

"...no," he lied unconvincingly, taking another small sip of the very clearly labelled blood bag filled with a very suspiciously blood-coloured, and blood-viscosity, and blood-smelling liquid.

"Hold on," Veronica said, turning on the lights to reveal his fangs, normally hidden, on full display. He didn't need them (he was using a straw, because he wasn't an animal) but instincts are hard to control when feeding. Her eyes went wide with.. fear? Maybe? He'd never been good at expressions.

"You have fangs?!" She was practically bouncing. Excitement then, not fear. Wait, excitement?

"This is... a good thing?" he said in disbelief.

"Of course it's a good thing," she scolded lightly. "You've seen my erotica collection, why wouldn't I be excited about you having fangs?"

"Just because you like reading about vampires doesn't mean you'd actually be happy about having one in your house! You know, where your kid is."

"So you're actually a vampire?" Clearly, she did not view him as any sort of danger. Which, to be fair, he was drinking blood like a Capri Sun while sitting on the counter cross-legged. He knew he wasn't exactly intimidating at the best of times, let alone now.

Veronica climbed up onto the counter with him, leaning against his shoulder. "Soooo. You're hungry?"

"No, I'm drinking blood for fun," he deadpanned, much to his wife's amusement.

"I'm just saying," she titled her head back, exposing her neck, "I don't mind feeding you, if you want."

He awkwardly held up his blood bag (open) (straw in it) (being drank from), and chuckled at her pout, giving her a peck on the lips.

"You're sweet, Vee. But I hate puncturing skin. Can't even watch when I get my blood drawn." Her pout growing stronger only increased both his amusement and affection for her. "I'm not exactly a sexy creature of the night like in your books."

She sighed. "No, not really." She kisses his cheek and wrapped an arm round his waist. "You are adorable though. My cute little bat."

"I can't become a bat."

"Never mind, we're getting divorced."

[atangledfate]

She tensed up a little at the mention of Michael, as the image of that man still put fear in her heart. He wasn't like other Angels, he didn't know the first thing about Mercy. He saw enemies all around, and that drove him to near madness. He was Heavens sword and shield, and his flaming sword cut through evil and burned it away. If that day came... she prayed they were truly ready for such a threat.

Yet that didn't stop her from smiling at Bee's inner fire! she'd have done it without question wouldn't have she?

" I want a front row seat for that-- Though if i'm honest... i pray that day doesn't come for a long time. Michael is truly unlike any Angel i ever met... he has no remorse... and utter blind loyalty to heaven. "

She extended a finger toward bee

" Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? The cities who once turned from the grace of heaven and embraced us Sins. It was glorious place... a true hell on earth. Until Heaven sent Michael down... he turned the city to ash in less then a day... men, women, and children... they call us demons but that--- That was truly monstrous "

She snorted and turned a deep shade of red at Bee reminding her about her former self. Baphomet, the goat horned devil as some called him. Hells, it was such a phase for her wasn't it? Full of rage and spite and twice as horny! she really was an awful goat whore back then! she was a little ashamed of it... but happy with who she had come to be.

" Hells, i was hoping no one remembered that... but don't sell yourself short Bee. You've always been a firecracker... i'm not much for physical combat. My power lies in my magic, tactical planning... and being as blitzed as i can before hand! "

She grinned playfully as if to her that was just a good time! though the reality of boosting her physical power through special alchemical potions, was something few had seen. Few in Hell wanted to see... the stories were enough for most.

" Oh i'm far stronger now most certainly. But i hardly have a desire to bare my fangs at anyone. I am the Queen of Sloth after all... fighting sounds like work...and besides--- There is more then one way to skin a cat or so the mortals say... i rather like that saying "

Belphegor was not a fighter, but many within Hells rings still feared her all the same. Not for her raw power but for her tactical and business sense. She had her claws in every ring across hell. Every hospital, every vending machine filed with her narcotics. Hell would grind to a halt if one day she decided to stop selling her medicines to hell... it would take days to send everything into chaos! every Addict in withdrawal, every party would feel empty! and every doctor would become useless...

Belphegor might be the least threatening Sin and yet... she held enough influence to saw the most powerful of sins.

She however mused at Bee wondering about her breakup and pondered back in her mind. She had to laugh a little it was a joyful memory of the day they put everything aside and had a good time. One of those rare moments anyone got her to dance, or leave her realm at all! A great party not for one grieving her break up--- but celebrating her freedom!

" It was a long time ago, but i believe you were less upset and more celebrating... i suppose the why is less important then the fun we had. All i know is you were hosting a massive party.. and you sent invitations across hell. I was shocked to even get one... But Ozzie thought it would be good for me to be present and at least remind Hell i was alive. "

She smiled at Bee and the memory of that night and couldn't hide a gentle giggle of amusement.

" I never expected you to want to dance with me--- maybe it was to see if i could. Hells if i remember much after we started drinking! its all a blur of music, booze and drug filled euphoria... not even sure if we did anything i just know we woke in the same bed... "

She was silent for a moment as she nursed on that bottle like these memories weren't the most clear for her anymore. You live long enough and everything becomes muddled by time, and the pain that memory brings. But she'd set out on this path she had to finish it right? She was unlike anyone else in hell... not even Luci took her path and she was sure he could have.

" Michael is a soldier first, and rarely thinks beyond what needs to be excised to protect heaven. In his head it was the only excuse he could come up with to justify what they did to me... his idea of justice was always so black and white... "

She mused softly about how she came to where she was and couldn't deny it was complicated and probably best left vague. Maybe trying to explain how she came to be was more complicated then she realized. Still Bee had the right idea, even if it was more messy then that.

" Yes, split is... accurate, i tore myself to pieces and let hell reconstitute what was left. Both halves of me wandered hell for so long feeling lost and alone. I never felt right, like i was missing something... I even married my other half, and for awhile we were a happy couple. In the end we realized that we were happy because what we were missing was each other... long sappy story short, Baphomet and Belelfagel became Belphegor when we merged back together. Its a little fuzzy... my memories of time before i merged. "

She sunk down into her seat and looked kind of ashamed as Bee asked about there early days and why they never interacted much. Truth was they had, at least Baphomet had but the encounter had not gone well. She couldn't recall the details but she did remember having to nurse her wounds after.

" Umm... i think we did, but uhh--- i think you beat my face in... for being a rude ass bitch. I wasn't very nice back then... i'm sure i deserved it... i'm glad we've come a long way since then. Honestly trying to remember when we did grow close--- I think it was after one of your breakups... you threw that big party and we woke up in bed together... Hells that was what, the renaissance? seems like ancient history. "