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༉‧₊˚. j’s note. for @redskies-7. turned out a bit longer than i expected but only because i adored your request … warnings: mature content. 18+. mastūrbation. fingēring
peter had been on high alert ever since the mission that left you with nasty gashes across your abdomen. the memory of you collapsing, blood soaking through your suit, haunted him, and he’d been an absolute wreck ever since. even now, with bandages wrapped snug around your waist and most of the pain fading to a dull ache, he still treated you like you were on death’s doorstep. “okay, careful, careful,” he’d mutter every time you so much as shifted on the bed. peter would zip over in a blur, fluffing pillows and checking the bandages even when you insisted you were fine.
you had tried to hint that you wanted his attention for something other than fussing over you. but to your disappointment, he’d just shake his head, “uh, no can do, babe,” he’d say, practically vibrating with nervous energy. “you need rest, and i’m, like, a terrible influence when it comes to resting. last thing i wanna do is, y’know, make things worse.”
but you were feeling better. really. and you were tired of the distance he was forcing between you, however well-intentioned it was. late one night, you woke up feeling restless, perhaps a little too desperate. the ache of your injuries having dulled considerably, transferring to a different kind of ache, slow and burning between your thighs. peter was sprawled next to you, completely conked out and snoring softly. wincing, you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position before slipping your fingers under the waistline of your panties.
you squirmed at the much-needed contact, hoping it would be enough to take the edge off. you bit your lip, trying to stifle any moans… but your small fingers were far from enough to ease some of the pent-up frustration from two long weeks of forced rest. but then, just as you finally felt the tickle of a weak orgasm, you heard your boyfriend let out a low, sleepy groan.
“hey… what’s goin’ on?” you turned your head to see him blinking himself awake, silver hair sticking up in all directions. as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, they landed on the guilty look on your face, how your hands were conveniently under the covers. a slow, lazy grin spread across his face as he put two and two together.
“wait a sec…” he raised an eyebrow, looking far too pleased with himself. “are you…?” heat flooded your cheeks, and you froze, pulling the blanket up over your face in embarrassment. “peter, it’s nothing. just… go back to sleep,” you mumbled, but he only chuckled, clearly enjoying this far too much.
“wait, are you…?” he asked, a hint of poorly concealed amusement in his voice. “no way.” he stretched out his arms and looked at you, that amused smirk making your face go even hotter. “you couldn’t just ask me for help?”“peter,” you whispered, mortified, pulling the blanket up in an attempt to hide your face.
“just—g-go back to sleep.”
“nah, can’t do that now,” he gently tugged the blanket back down to see your face. his smile turned downright devious. “you’re over here trying to go solo when i’m literally right here?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “babe, i’m almost offended. i thought we were supposed to be a team.”
you buried your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed. but, to your surprise, the teasing stopped immediately; off like a switch. peter nudged your hands away gently, looking at you with earnest concern.
“look,” he began, softer this time, “i know you’re still healing, but—i’ll get back in the groove real quick. don’t want you wearing yourself out, right?” peter flexed his fingers, stretching them out with a flourish, and then, his whole hand started to tremble, no that wasn’t the right word — his hand was vibrating. there was a slight blur to it, as his fingers quivered like a hummingbird’s wings, the movement almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
“…or did you forget my specialty?” he wiggled his eyebrows. you giggled despite yourself, embarrassment starting to melt away as peter braced himself with one forearm planted carefully by your side, making sure not to press into your bandaged torso. “so… what do you say?” he whispered into your ear, “let me take care of you?”
and just like that, you were granted something you’d been denied for weeks. peter had always prided himself on his unique style of “multitasking”. thanks to his ADHD, focusing on one thing wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but with you, he was hell-bent on trying. besides, he was pretty sure he could handle it—especially since you’d made it clear you really needed him right now.
“mghm ohmygod yes, right there, right there–”
he let out a little chuckle at your enthusiasm, lips brushing along your jawline as his vibrating fingers plunged in and out of you. “you know i kept telling myself, ‘peter, you gotta be responsible, let her heal,’” his voice dropped, almost like he was letting you in on some big secret.
“but… c’mon, you’re you. how was i supposed to stay away?” he moved to press a kiss just below your ear, letting out a little dramatic sigh. normally, you would’ve been slightly annoyed with peter’s chattiness, but his voice now possessed a soothing quality that served the purpose to ground you… and distract you from the lewd squelches that reached your ears.
“fuck, you’re, like, my kryptonite. i missed you like this,” your fingers were tangled in his hair, threading through the soft, messy silver strands, and as you gave a gentle tug, peter let out a low hum of contentment. his eyelids fluttered for a second, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a lazy grin as his lips continued their slow, lazy journey from your collarbone down to the soft curve of your breast.
“mhm, keep doin’ that baby. you’re so good fer me.”
he mumbled against your skin, swirling his tongue around your rock-hard nipple while sinking in knuckle-deep. reduced to nothing but a writhing mess in the sheets, the only response that sounded from you was a strained whimper, the moment you felt his fingers curl against your sweet spot. the glorious stretch made you realise just how much you were missing out in this two weeks of abstinence, and how hard it must’ve been for peter as well—judging by the way his hips were rocking against the mattress.
“should’ve woken me up sooner—would’ve saved you a whole lotta trouble.” another moan slipped past your lips as peter began to thrust his fingers with more vigour, reaching deeper than you never thought possible while simultaneously maintaining that delicious vibration in his fingertips. the heat that had been building in the pit of your stomach was fuelled with each stroke of his thumb on your on your clit, and within seconds, a mind-numbing pleasure set your entire bloodstream ablaze. as you rode out your orgasm, peter’s other hand slid over yours, lacing your fingers together.
as your breathing finally started to even out, you glanced over at your boyfriend, who was watching you with that soft, starry-eyed look, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. he caught you staring and gave you a small, lopsided smile, reaching over to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “feelin’ better?” you nodded yes, still catching your breath, and leaned forward to press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, feeling the heat of his erection poke against your abdomen.
when you pulled back, you whispered, “i wanna do something for you, too. with you, to be exact.”
his eyes widened, that hint of pink deepening in his cheeks. for a second, he just stared, looking torn, like he was debating with himself. you could practically see the gears turning in his head, weighing his worry against his own need for you. then peter sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair, trying to muster his usual bravado.“okay, fine,” he finally relented, shifting to move on top of you carefully, his hand bracing by your side to avoid putting any pressure on your bandaged torso. “but if i hurt you—or if you start bleeding again—i’m… i’m wrapping you up in so much gauze you won’t be able to move,”
a/n: sorry if this sounded ooc… it’s been a while since i’ve written for peter </3
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#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x y/n#peter maximoff smut#peter maximoff x you#peter maximoff x reader#peter maximoff fluff#quicksilver#quicksilver x y/n#quicksilver smut#quicksilver x reader#x men#evan peters
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Wrote a whole mini-fic again. sorry.
High School, no Upside Down, platonic Steddie:
Sometimes Steve wants to be left alone. Sure the popularity has its perks, but it can also wear a guy down. There's no quiet in his social life. Tommy and Carol are always badgering him about things and girls are vying for his attention. It's nice but... it's just alot.
That's why Steve is ducking through the library door during his lunch period instead of going to the cafeteria. He squat-walks behind the low book shelves to wards the back of the library hoping Kelly didn't see him out in the hall. She's been haunting his locker the last two days and while she's cute, she's not really Steve's type and he hates letting girls down.
He reaches the back of the library and opens one of the study room doors, swings inside quickly and shuts the door with a soft click. Letting out a deep breath he presses his forehead to the worn wood. Finally, some quiet.
"Uh..." Steve nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice. He whips around to see Eddie Munson at the table. "Sorry, your highness. Occupied."
Steve lets out another breath (Jesus, can't he catch a second to breathe around here?). "Shit, Munson, you scared the hell out of me."
"A thousand apologies," Eddie replied sarcastically. "Now, if you don't mind?" Eddie made a shooing motion towards the door.
Steve looked through the door window and out into the library... Kelly had seen him. She was slowly making her way across the library, head swiveling back and forth like some sort of search dog on the scent.
Steve pulled away from the window, back flat against the door.
"Look, Eddie, I promise I won't mess with you. You won't even know I'm here."
Eddie's eyes flicked to the window before a pointy smirk crossed his face. "Now that's interesting. What's got the great Steve Harrington hiding out in a room with the freak?" Eddie moved to the window, peering out like Steve had. "Kelly Jacobs? That's who you're hiding from?"
"She wants to go out with me but I hate trying to let them down easy because it never works and she's not my type and I don't even want to date anyone right now and my head hurts and..."
"Alright, easy there, playboy." Steve leveled a look at him before Eddie looked back out the window.
"Uh, she's uh..."
"What?"
"She's coming." Eddie said.
They moved at the same time, Eddie throwing himself back into his chair and Steve throwing himself behind the big wooden desk, hoping the angle and the other chair were enough to hide him.
He held his breath as the door clicked open.
"Have you seen Steve?" He heard her ask, could see her sneakers through the tangle of table and chair legs.
"Steve who?" Eddie asked dismissively.
"Harrington." She replied impatiently.
"The hair? Haven't seen a strand of him."
Steve heard Kelly let out a scoff and shut the door but not before a quiet "freak" floated into the room.
Once the door had clicked shut Steve let his head fall back against the wall with another sigh, closing his eyes. There was a few seconds of quiet before he heard the creak of Eddie's chair. He squinted his eyes open to see Eddie peering at him over the edge of the desk.
"Such a charming young lady. You sure you don't want to..."
"No." Steve cut him off. "Thanks... for all that."
"Yeah, let's not make it a habit. Trying to keep my conscience clean and lying to the student body isn't helping." Eddie said with mock sincerity. Steve huffed out a laugh at that.
They didn't say much for the last ten minutes of the period, but Steve did get up and sit catty corner from Eddie at the study table, head pillowed on his arms and eyes closed. Ten minutes of beautiful quiet.
Problem was that ten minutes was addicting. Steve didn't hang out much at the library before... except when he was dating Nancy... but now he's seeing the advantage.
The next week Tommy had hinted at ditching after lunch so they wouldn't have to put up with Mrs. O'Donnell's class, but Steve was barely making it through her class as it was. If he missed another class he probably would fail, then he wouldn't graduate. Plus they had an essay due in her class at the end of the week that Steve had barely started...
He ducked into the library again before Tommy could track him down in the hall. Quickly he made his way to the study rooms, two of which were occupied by actual study groups and one... well.
Steve cracked open the door and stared at Eddie until he looked up from his, again, numerous notebooks and books.
"Again?" Eddie sighed.
"Listen, I promise I'll leave you alone like last time." Steve said stepping into the room.
"You should probably just tell her instead of running away from her. That's gotta be bad for your image, no?"
Steve slumped into his chair and ran his hands over his face. "It's not Kelly."
"Oh, a new admirer. Probably shouldn't be running from them either, honestly..."
"No! No, it's Tommy."
Eddie let out a low whistle, "Wow. Didn't know he swung that way. I guess all those accusations he threw at me were a little hypocritical."
"What? No! Tommy's not gay! Jesus."
"It's okay if he is. You should be flattered..."
"Dude!" Steve squawked at him. A slow smirk spread over Eddie's face. "Oh, fuck you, man." Steve laughed and Eddie chuckled in response.
"Why are you avoiding him?"
"He wants to ditch, but I can't miss O'Donnell class again."
Eddie let out a sympathetic groan and held up one of the notebooks. The words "State's Rights and the Civil War" were scrawled across the top.
"You too?" Steve winced. Eddie nodded.
"Maybe we can help each other." Steve said, cautiously. It was one thing to invade Eddie's space. Suggesting they work together was an entirely different beast.
"Aren't you failing?" Eddie squinted at him.
"Didn't you already fail once?" Steve squinted back.
"Yeah. Sure. This can't backfire in the slightest." Eddie said before sliding over so he was directly in front of Steve. "Let's do this, Big boy." Steve raised an eyebrow but got out his notebook none the less.
Steve met Eddie in the library for the next three days. He told Tommy and Carol that he needed some time to study. No, they couldn't come with him, can't they spend three days on their own? Jesus.
He conveniently left Munson out of the conversation. He didn't want to here what Tommy and Carol had to say about him studying with "the freak."
And it turned out Eddie was actually really good at understanding history... Steve just had to keep him on track.
"Dude, if you open that dragon nerd book one more time I'm taking that sandwich back." Steve huffed at Eddie who pulled the half of Steve's sandwich that he gave him to his chest.
"Finders keepers." Eddie said taking a huge bite.
"Dude, I gave it to you." Steve said through a chuckle.
They turned in their essays on Monday. That Wednesday Steve slammed into the study room.
"Jesus! You scared the shit outta me, Steven." Eddie said, dramatically clutching his chest. Steve was already swinging his backpack off his shoulder and throwing a ziplock bag of cheez-its at Eddie.
"Did you get it back?" Steve asked, dropping into his seat.
Eddie stared at him for a second before reaching into his bag and pulling out his essay, slapping it down in front of Steve.
"B minus." Eddie said, barely keeping the grin off his face. "She gave me the most evil look when she gave it back." Eddie smirked.
"Dude! Awesome!" Steve said grinning at the paper. "I hope mine was enough."
"It will be. It was solid, man, don't worry."
Steve looked up at him with so much sincerity Eddie almost felt like he should look away. "Thank you, Eddie."
Eddie shrugged.
"I mean it." Steve insisted.
"Yeah... no problem." Eddie murmured. Steve nodded and then pulled his bag into his lap, taking out a notebook and his lunch.
That night found Eddie on the phone with Jeff, describing the last few weeks and his encounters with Steve.
"He's been coming into the library during my study hall period. We worked on O'Donnell's essay together. He *feeds me,* dude!"
"Feeds you?"
"He keeps, like, giving me parts of his lunch!"
"He-" Eddie could hear Jeff starting to laugh. "He actually-" Jeff cuts himself off with his own laughter.
"Jeffery!"
"You're friends with The Hair!" Jeff finally gets out.
"Oh.. shit," Eddie considered it for a minute. "No way. We just had a mutual essay. right?"
Jeff's laughter finally calms down. "I dont know, man, sounds like more than that."
"... Harrington?" Eddie mused in amazement.
"I told you he wasn't that bad." Jeff gloated.
"Shut up."
The next few days Steve didn't storm into Eddie's study room, but Tuesday he did.
"Hey." He said, sitting down at the desk.
"Hey." Eddie said, watching him and expecting Steve to say something. But he just pulled out what seemed to be algebra homework, and his lunch, and didn't say anything.
"What?" Steve finally said, looking back at Eddie.
"Nothing. Just. ya know, thought after you got through the essay you'd go back to, ya know, Tommy and Carol."
Steve shrugged, taking half his sandwich and sliding the other half, still in the bag, over to Eddie. "Didn't feel like dealing with them today."
"Wait..." Eddie said, slow smile growing on his face, "You, Steve Harrington. would rather hang out with me, Eddie "the freak" Munson, than Tommy and Carol."
"Don't call yourself that. And yeah. At least you don't try to stuff freshmen into lockers."
"Oh my god, Jeff was right!"
"Huh?"
"We're friends!" Eddie smiled, what probably seemed a little manically, at Steve.
"Uh, yeah..." Steve timidly offered back.
"Let me tell you something, Harrington," Eddie chuckled, picking up the sandwich, "This is not how I saw my super senior year going."
Steve shrugged and pulled Eddie's Dungeons and Dragons manual towards him, flipping open the cover. "So how does this game work anyways?"
Eddie grinned. "Strap in, Stevie, you've got alot to learn."
#steddie#platonic steddie#honestly this came out way cuter than i thought it would#but you be the judge#uhg there are typos... i wrote this in an hour and i dont feel like fixing it#typos it is
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night watch
for the @steddiemicrofic prompt “guard, 532 words” | rated: t | cw: none | tags: pre-relationship, eddie pov, nightmares, sharing a bed, pet names, soft boys, fluff
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With shaky hands, Eddie pours himself a glass of water.
Nightmares rarely leave him so rattled these days but this one was so horrifying he doesn’t think he’ll sleep more tonight.
So he sticks a cigarette between his lips, grabs a lighter, and heads outside, hoping it’ll help calm him down.
He flicks the porch light on and that’s when he sees it– Steve’s car parked in his driveway.
“What the hell?”
Eddie tucks the cigarette behind his ear and walks to the car where he finds Steve sleeping in the driver’s seat.
He taps on the window and Steve jerks awake, head whipping around in confusion until his eyes find Eddie, widening comically.
Wiping drool from his face, Steve rolls the window down. “Uh hi, Eddie.”
“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie says, leaning against the car.
“Why are you out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing. I came outside for a cigarette, and lo and behold, Steve Harrington, standing guard by my house!” Eddie chuckles amusedly. “Terribly, I might add, considering you were asleep.”
Steve sleepily rubs his eyes. “I usually don’t fall asleep. Guess I’m really tired tonight.”
Wait–
“Usually?” Eddie blinks. “You’ve done this before?”
Steve bites his lip nervously. “Every other night but I leave before anyone sees me.”
“Why?”
“I have these– nightmares about you dying. One night when I couldn’t go back to sleep I went for a drive and ended up here, your light was on and I could see you through the window and that helped. I went back and got some more sleep. Sometimes I stay longer if the nightmare was really bad–”
“Oh, Steve.”
Steve grimaces. “I know it’s creepy–”
“Stevie, I’m not mad,” Eddie says softly, “I just wish you told me.”
“I didn’t want you to laugh!”
“I would never! Tease you a little maybe.”
Steve scoffs, but his mouth ticks up.
“Okay, come on.”
Steve tilts his head. “Where?”
“Inside. It’s fucking cold, you’re tired and my bed is more comfortable than your car.”
“I was just gonna head back–”
“Like hell you are.”
He leads Steve to his bedroom where they both climb into bed. Eddie doesn’t know if he’ll be able to sleep, but he’ll make sure Steve does.
“Sorry for not telling you,” Steve whispers.
“Promise me you will next time,” Eddie nudges Steve with his foot. “Sorry for haunting your dreams.”
Steve chuckles. “Not all of them are bad–”
“No? I get good dreams too? What do we do in those?”
Steve inexplicably blushes. “This– and um, hold hands. Sometimes we kiss.”
Eddie’s breath catches. “Damn, I’m jealous of dream me.”
“You don’t need to be,” Steve whispers, looking at Eddie with molten eyes that flicker to his lips, his fingers brushing Eddie’s hand.
“Christ.” Suddenly, sleep isn’t Eddie’s priority. At least not until Steve yawns. “How about you tell me about those dreams tomorrow?”
Steve must be really tired because he doesn’t protest. “Okay.”
“And next time you have a bad dream, you come here and I’ll turn it into a good one, okay?”
Steve sleepily agrees.
“Good, now sleep.”
“What about you?”
“It’s my turn to watch over you, sweetheart. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Eds.”
#steddie#steddie fic#steddiemicrofic#stranger things#stranger things fic#and then they make all those good dreams come true! the end!#steve harrington#eddie munson#monse writes
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Hi I’m obsesseddddd with your hunger au and after reading the lore doc and the fic I have a couple questions if you don’t mind
Ok first off this isn’t really a question and more like a “huh wouldn’t that be fucked up” thought but uhhhh. So og grian was pretty much trapped in a box and constantly watched while the larva developed right. Did the watchers ever feed off him? Bc I imagine being trapped and just waiting to die wouldn’t be great for your emotional state. Or would they not since he is hosting the larva and that point so they can’t/wont feed on a host? Oh also you said that he made the deal to become a watcher while under duress. I imagine that duress could easily be heightened by some hungry watchers. And having your brain lightly fried would probably make you more susceptible to agreeing to a fucked up situation
And for my second question I was curious how aware the general populace/the hermits are of watchers?? Like are they a known thing and ppl just aren’t sure how they work or what. Because the rescue group had to puzzle out that grian was benefiting from their suffering in some way, but pearl seemed to have some idea of what grian was with the whole “eating our brains” bit so I’m curious what levels of knowledge they’re operating with here
Anyways thanks for reading my silly little thoughts on your amazing au!! It’s so fun I’m having such a good time with the horrible things happening
Im so glad you like the fic, anon!! :DD im always so touched when people tell me they enjoyed it enough to read the lore behind it-- gods ive gotta update that, there are a sizeable amount of newer asks i havent added to it yet, plus my beloved friend @/corvidaearts made a proper carrd for it on my birthday that i plan on replacing the google doc with!!! Just, uh, as soon as i add aforementioned posts dkcjsjdjfj
That would be super fucked up if they fed on him while he was trapped, OUGHHHH.... id say in canon probably not, because feeding off of one Player is really really dangerous for them, and Grian was now a host for their experiment to see if they could bring their population back up. If anything, nobody touched or interacted with him beyond the bare minimum it took to keep him safe from any potential respawns, and it was likely only the colony elders who even had direct access to him in the first place. THAT BEING SAID..... GODS THATS FUCKED UP I LOVE IT. And, well, i suppose one Watcher did feed on him.. which was Grian himself, as he emerged from his Player cocoon. Player!Grian's final moments of agony and terror were amplified to the max as his Watcher-self's very first meal, and that haunts Grian a lot late at night if he lets himself think about it
The duress he was placed under to become a host in the first place involved a significant amount of heightened emotional leverage though, thats for sure. One of these days i need to map out how exactly that went down, but i know that it involved an offer that was not actually an offer, several lies through omission, intimidation tactics that spanned the entirety of Evo in the first place, and using Grian's own fear-- both of them, and for his friends-- against him. Real fucked up situation all around 😔😔😔😔
General populace does not know much if anything about the Watchers!! The Watchers are, aside from this one colony, pretty much extinct; even before that, they relied quite a lot on camouflage and secrecy to keep their presence from being discovered, both by their prey and by the Seekers that hunted them.
Some very very old Players might know whispers of information-- rumors from the tail end of a game of telephone, as it were. And there are for sure a few individuals here and there who know of them due to personal experience (including the entire Evo crew, which was ofc a special case), but because Player information is not centralized in any capacity in this universe, the vast majority of Players have zero knowledge that Watchers even exist, let alone what they do and how they feed.
Pearl, with her previous knowledge and experience with Watchers and how they operated while involved with the Evo server, made some really good educated guesses about how Grian works and what's going on with him. And ofc everyone on Hermitcraft, plus all the lifers, knows that Grian at the very least can manipulate Player emotions to an extreme degree-- putting those context clues together, you can piece together quite a few connections. She doesn't have the full picture, but at this point in time she's basically figured out a good chunk of it. The rest will have to come from Grian himself >:]
#shouting speaks#asks#hunger au#grian#evo watchers#watcher grian#pearlescentmoon#hermitcraft#life series#THESE WERE VERY GOOD QUESTIONS THANK YOU :DDD#i hope these are satisfying answers!!!#txt
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Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him
Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.
It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.
So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.
Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.
Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).
Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?
All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.
Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.
One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.
They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.
Memes For The Vibes:
#captain's posts#this has been haunting me#the flash/any of the speedsters:*exist*#danny:*can feel the speedforce on them* i like your vibe funny man#basically danny is actually an alternate version of Ra's Al Ghul and gets chucked into the dc vesrse#because natural portals are bitches hijinks ensue#and while i do love batfam adopting danny i think its very funny for flash to just yoink him while the big bad bat isn't looking#i desperately need him and tim to be besties tho specifically before they find out danny is an alternate Ra's Al Ghul#danny:*sitting in a park and tinkering with some circuitry* oh hey flash :)#flash: hey kid! great news i might be adopting a kid soon!#danny: oh really? thats cool-#flash:*holding out adoption papers and doing his best puppy eyes* its you. sign here.#danny:*vague memory of clockwork complaining about speedster pops into his mind* hmmm#danny:*deciding to be a little shit cause what else do you do when you're almost a year into being stuck in an alternate dimension* >=)#danny: sure why not? soooo full name or what?#flash:*didn't expect to get this far* uh-#i also really like danny being clockworks apprentice/time line clean upper so danny just remembers cw bitchin about the speedsters#also cause im a sucker for tim x danny...#tim:*having a crisis cause the cute meta kid he befriended/has a crush on may or may not be a vlone of Ra's Al Ghul* aaaaasaaaaaaaasaaaaaaa#dick: you okay buddy?#tim:*aggressively points at the dna match of danny to Ra's Al Ghul on the bat computer* AAAAAAAAAAAAAA#dick: Oh-#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc
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Shuake/akiren
Bittersweet
"You know, I don't actually come to Kichijoji that much," says Ann. "I didn't even know this place was here."
It's kind of a hole in the wall. In the floor. Ren glances back towards the narrow stairs like he's expecting someone. Muhen looks bored. He's flipping through a book at the counter.
"This is super good, though," Ann adds, holding up her mocktail. "Thanks for bringing me!"
"Sure," says Ren.
There's no singer today. She's not scheduled to come in for another couple of days. Maybe he'll bring Haru to see her then, since they're technically dating as of last Sunday.
Ann knows this, but didn't say anything about that when he asked her here tonight. She's too tactful for that. Besides, they're here as friends.
Ren's never brought a friend here. He's never brought anyone here. A handful of times, he was brought. The Jazz Jin feels comfortable and familiar enough to be an old haunt, but now that Ren really thinks about it, he hasn't even tried all the mocktails on the menu. What is it they say--that people come, and they go?
"Hey, so," Ann says softly.
It feels too weird to contemplate bringing Haru here. He really should. They're dating. He likes her. She likes him. He really does like her. It's just, the boy who'd brought him here that handful of times might have killed her father.
Some people may stay with you, though.
Ann's nails are painted an eggshell blue today. He isn't really sure why he called her--no, of course he is. It's always Ann he calls when he needs exactly what only she can give, something uniquely warm. Ren had been on the way to Kichijoji before he'd registered the tap of his train card, realised he couldn't stomach the music alone, and she'd said Hello? only a few shorts moments before he noticed he'd called her at all. Her company is like hot chocolate or a sticky toffee cake, warm and sweet, hard to feel empty with.
She folds her hands over his and says, "Hey, Ren, how are you feeling?"
Pretty alive, all things considered. So his cheek's a little tender, and maybe she had to help him down the stairs.
Ann squeezes his hand.
Someone changes the record. Ren likes this one. Someone else hadn't so much, but then, his opinion isn't of consequence anymore.
"I like the music here," Ann chirps. "Should I get a record player, do you think? You can give me recs, yeah?"
"Sure," says Ren again. He smiles back at her and doesn't look at the stairs again.
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#UH OH... DID I HIT THE BRIEF WITH THIS ONE. IM NOT SURE#i unfortunately really like doing ship stuff where one half of the ship isnt there...</3#something super fun about his presence haunting the whole thing like an entitled ghost and his name doesnt even get said#like what's the opposite of a vampire. no invitation? no problem#anyway. this is based on my ng+. my ren started dating haru about three seconds before the interrogation room kicked off#then was left with a wealth of free time because everyone had been about maxed out. and i wanted to go to the jazz club#and i was thinking about how ren probably would also want to go to the jazz club but i/he hadn't invited a single other person all game#and i thought maybe he should invite haru since they just started dating but somehow inviting his actual girlfriend felt like cheating on#you know. the boy who just tried to shoot him in the head? like what about good old fashioned loyalty. so i had him bring ann#which i just liked so much from a narrative perspective that now it's canon to me#rookfic#p5#this is akeshu but i wont tag it akeshu. people looking for akeshu might actually want to see the other guy#im cool with his absence.
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Based on this absolutely galaxy-brained idea by @jell-o101 with a bonus doodle based off a comment @istadris made on the same post
#dumb doodles#listen. i think it would be really really funny if the movie starts off with him having the same level of smug; cocky; near jerk behavior#shaggy and scooby displayed in goblin king before everything goes downhill#cuz all this spooky stuff? scary movies? it's fake#everyone knows it's fake; he knows all the behind the scenes tricks to make a haunted house or scary movie scary#but uh. maybe he /shouldn't/ have mocked and made light of the giant angry floating marshmallow for the past three hours#cuz uh. there's no explaining away how mario ended up /in/ a painting and not knocked out from getting hit with said painting#super mario#king boo#luigi#mario
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Valentino Rossi & Marc Márquez
all i need—radiohead
#ignore me…this is a meltdown…a breakdown really…no iam fine why u asking? haha. ha. ha—#either way.. brainrot time scuse me!#next act in the wings=young marc being the next big ‚act‘ in motogp coming forth on the stage to ‚steal‘ vales show!!#a moth wanting to share light=moths are drawn to light thinking it‘ll save them but normally it’ll kill them…vale‘s the big shiny star..#the light#everyone‘s drawn to him but the light is draining and weakening you with its brightness#in the middle of your picture=how woven they‘re into each other‘s careers..pictures..always lingering..a little hidden but never far off..#and and and#I AM ALL THE DAYS YOU CHOOSE TO IGNORE#!!!!!#marc is all the days vale chooses to ignore and forget!!#rattling rattling RATTLING like a wild animal in a cage!#*scratches head*#sooo yeah. uh. rosquez in the year 24? hell yeah babe#this is because of jerez 24!!🥲#also this song is sooo beautiful. haunting. longing. unrequited love. ughhh#rosquez#marc marquez#valentino rossi#motogp#s.edits#sorry tumblr sees all my meltdowns because i need to put it somewhere. i need to get it out. you just are forced to endure it :)))
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i have SUCH an image in my head for a mourn watch rook that i KNOW the game won't allow me to realise. but a man can dream
guy who is inspired both in concept and in-character by catacomb saints. both his lil rib-exposing waistcoat and the eye-shaped jewel he's holding are inspired by actual catacomb saints - some of them have jeweled false eyes, and there is one specific saint who wears a little waistcoat cut to show their ribs. though this guy's ribs are just stylistic, much as i'm sure he'd LOVE to get them thangs out
#guy who gently places his hand on a jewel and gold-encrusted skeleton and goes we're really in it now#rook ingellvar#datv#dragon age#veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#image description in alt text#still workshopping a name for him and also uh. if he should be an elf or a human. but yknow#the image of him holding up a false eye ready to give it to a skeleton. it's haunted me i had to scribble him#picturing this freak little baby looking at the necropolis inhabitants and going ohhh thats what i wanna look like forever
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“go to hell” is basic. “i hope you have the opportunity to write a romatically dense character in a situation where even you can see the other characters romantic sense” is smart. it’s possible. it’s terrifying
#❛ ♡ › jupiter : 𝐨𝐨𝐜.#insane how i keep on finding such trait haunting me ... got back into a game with my best friend and omg ... the character who i write in#our dynamic came out in leaks like : oh yeah i am avoiding them bc i think they hate me and now idk what to do with this distance ...#even though he ran away and this character spent years. EVEN AFTER THEY FOUGHT last time they spoke! to make sure they were alive.#constantly getting people to check up on him.#this is. uh a common occurance on this blog. a lot of my muses really struggle to see romantic interest in them and. in turn. can take years#in canon material to recognise their villains. not to sound cliche but its not your muses its them#dived into alie.n stage lore and discovered til.ls feelings for iv.an were listed as#unrealized feelings which honestly? i think has opened up a whole world of thoughts and tbh like a whole new way of looking at the dynamics#i hold with my particularly more dense muses and realised yeah? yeah#! that makes sm sense... its not that they werent in love at the same time#(they were and thats why they make some strange decisions. trust)#but did they understand it for what it truly was? maybe#maybe not. the not is more telling bc yeah ... that just makes sense 🫠#anyway good morning! today is definitely a message / gaming day. im going to try and keep an eye out for memes today but after sending#about 20 asks my brain coming up for starter plots is not 100% rn JFSJFJSKFJSJDJ#dynamics on the other hand .. 🥰
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Yaaaayyyyyyyy vettonso wip!!:
THEY WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!
I barely ever use my physical sketchbook, but now there is literally 12 pages just of trying to figure these guys out....
But hey happy to say I can actually draw Seb's face from memory!! I like it better when I can draw from memory than having to stare at ref pics. Nothing wrong with using ref, I use it all the time, but it causes me to think about it way too much. Fernando I've really only drawn one other time so I kinda just copied off my last one as a placeholder 😭 so I should probably just stare at pictures of him for a while, like I did with Seb, until his face is eventually burned into brain
This is like, first joint portrait into the arranged marriage type vibe sjfkfl
#tumblr deleted all my tags 🌚#well anyways i guess ill type them out again.......#its very amusing to me looking at all these historical paintings for ref#and then suddenly being hit wirh the self awareness of 'im drawing f1 yaoi rn.......'#its just you guys and me in this Kaiser Charles VI and Philip V!!!!!#so like this pose has been haunting me like wont leave my head until i fufill it properly#and ive just been sketching their two poses everywhere to try anf figure it out#and then ended up looking up pics of Maria Theresa and Francis I to see what joint portaits look like#and uh i mean not too far off! i think looking at paintings infected my brain at some point....#i mean tho obv im making them more touchy than most paintings would be 🤭🤭🤭#im most happy with seb's little kitty face!! still need to work on the anatomy/proportions/outfits etc#but i find seb somewhat easy to draw. i think having 3k+ pics of him really has done something to my brain#catie.rambling.txt#catie.art.#boy king au
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Listen yeah okay. Alastair was mean at school. True enough, I don't care, I think he was funny, but it's true. I just wish that those who were mad at him cited "partially responsible for a prank that resulted in a student dying" rather than "called our friend Goatface" as the reason they didn't like him. Because that way they'd have, like, actual valid ground to stand on
#to be sure i think matthew is valid being angry for him spreading the rumor about his mom#and thomas too#but like. this is not why everyone is mad.#and matthew takes it really far#i mostly am talking about pre-chog james and thomas and kinda christopher here#i also dont think alastair was to blame for clive dying at all btw#i think it was a dumb prank that went bad#but i could see this being an issue#but no one ever brings it up again#even alastair is like Ooooo i was terrible i called james mean names#and didnt seem to dwell on the clive thing at all#which if i were alastair ngl the clive thing is what would have haunted me#especially since he presumably uh. saw him ripped to shreds
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I asked it just a few hours ago and in that time I already made a new wotr character lol. his name right now is Ruzmarin (Rosemary) and he's going to become the most forlorn. coolest dragon ever
#really n another elf? nuh uh this character was meant to be a dragon from day one. he's just an elf at the start of the game#i imagine him being haunted by a dragon he killed so it's inevitable. you'll see. also chose an elf so i don't feel bad scrapping his design#when we go dragon mode. yay
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was not expecting much (or anything) out of Haunted Mansion (2023) besides a few actors I like being in it. but aside from the "Marvel humor" that's plaguing pretty much every Disney release these days, it was actually surprisingly heartfelt, sweet and emotional. and I did not expect it to deal with, uh...suicidal ideation? in both an adult And a child character? that was unexpectedly mature for a Disney ghost movie. actually got me a little bit teared up in places (partially also because Lakeith Stanfield is a phenomenal actor)
#haunted mansion 2023#haunted mansion#suicide ment#like uh. was not expecting this film to deal so heavily with loss and grief and moving on after losing someone you love#the effects are also really fun and cool#ofc JLC Tiffany Haddish Danny Devito etc all were awesome. but that's to be expected#unfortunately Jared Leto#but he's in enough makeup and has his voice distorted enough that you can pretend it isnt him lol
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finally knocked The Monster Project off my watchlist and that was… disappointing?
#idk I feel like it just could’ve been done better. the whole haunted house-esque thing is fun enough but it has DEF been done better#like if I want that vibe I’ll just watch Hell House#OR UH. the one with the fuckin hole in the ground. that creatures come out of#GOD WHAT WAS THAT MOVIE ACTUALLY#DIGGING UP THE MARROW!!!!#that one rules actually#like idk the whole monster interview found footage film IS genuinely a cool idea but the satanist bit was boring and not set up very well#at all. so it just feels tacked on? bc why wouldn’t you have a satanist cult ig?#and I kept thinking Brian was gonna be a monster. THAT felt like it could’ve gone somewhere#he got out of rehab and its established he’s an addict but nothing else. two of the three monsters directly compare themselves to him.#like idk when you’ve got two of your main baddies going ‘ooo were so similar Brian’ AND he keeps splitting off from the rest of the group#like ‘let ME handle this’ idk maybe just have him be a GOOD monster. have it turn out he was in ‘rehab’ to better control his monster side#and the tattoos of initials on his leg were in memorial of friends he killed AS a monster#also the whole drug addict = same as monster thing is fucking overplayed bullshit#it’s one thing if you handle it well like ginger snaps 2 and you could’ve done sth like that here. multiple angles#the vampire gave in completely to her addiction (blood) vs Brian controlling it and finding a middle ground for himself#I like brian tho. I’m picking him up and plunking him in a better story bc he’s an interesting character he could’ve been really cool#ALSO IT FUCKING SUCKS HIW APPROPRIATIVE IT IS. THATS A WHOLE OTHER FUCKING THING#anyways 3.5/10 better movies have been made I like one character so I’m keeping him
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Yuri of Absence (title pending) is a very funny fic to think about (I'm gonna only think about it until after Malaprop and Schrödinger's Cat are finished) because its genuinely sincere but also there is a plot-relevant packer (Chekhov's penis) and it just...
#the sheepy speaks#999 spoilers#zero escape 999#so clover was intended from get-go to be trans#because i hc her as trans as is my right as a queer person#but what wasnt intended was junpei being trans (i dont hate the hc its just not mine)#when you put clover in june's spot and june in junpei's spot and snake ij santa's spot and santa in snake's spot and junpei in clover's spot#you wind up with some unfortunate contrivances you need to create to make the plot work#and to remedy the door 3 problem i simply realized the funniest answer was just#junpei instead of snake#which when you combine with the offhand mention of snakes arm=junpei's dick#you wind up with a joke about a character being trans suddenly being a very important plot point#esp when he dated and broke up with both june and santa (june broke up w him. santa he broke up w)#plot relevant packer really haunting my brain rn i should be asleep s2j#but uh...yuri of absence is just me joking about a clover-snake situation and then deciding clover/june neat#ergo the june/junpei thing becomes clover/june and thus this too is yuri#im very sleepy so if this shit dont make sense im not sorry#tldr one chara trans on purpose one chara trans for plot reasons to make door 3 and the chapel work
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