#and what a wonderful ask

[rakiah]

Based on something else but Hot Take: Overblot!Leovil is just Morticia and Gomez.

Overblots just dropping every pretense/mask they have and just shamelessly doing what they want. In leovil's case, its dropping the tsundereness to be a diabetes level of sweet with each other. No more filters, just bluntly admitting how much they adore each other with nauseating levels of PDA. Lock the overblots in room together and the first thing they'll do when they spot each other is just smile so wide at the sheer happiness of seeing each other.

Their brains going from "stupid Fareena/Neige! How fucking dare-" to "OMG Queen/King!" *heart eyes*

I love that.

I fully embrace this take, let’s make it headcanon instead! This is just so good, thank you so much anon for this! I definitely need to cook more about that now ٩( ᐛ )و

…… I’ve already started in fact.

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[angstyentropy]

Barry: Hey Batsy, which Robin was the best at, well.. being Robin.

Bruce: The first one.

Hal, whispering to Diana: That's Nightwing, right?

Diana: Yes

Oliver: You answered that quickly.

Bruce: Asking which one is best at being Robin is just asking which one is best at being Nightwing.

Barry: Supes! do you understand him?

Clark: Nightwing defined what Robin is, Nightwing and Robin are one in the same. You can't get better at being Robin than him.

Hal: I thought Batman defined what Robin was?

Diana: You're sorely mistaken.

Couldn't decide if most of the Justice League should know the Batfamily's secret identities. You can change everytime Nightwing is said to Dick if you want, it makes no difference.

[fantastic-nonsense]

[kelddaa]

I was plagued by a vision

[lambiesvault]

A year post abyss, Peak lords Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua cuddle puddle havers. With or without the privacy barriers, in SQQ's bamboo house or in SQH's office.

Who cares ommgggg who cares we're dead meat anyway or so they think.

Did ask, very much care because people are losing their minds. Rumors are flying. The Sect Leader tactfully (read, tearfully) extracted himself from Master Shen's house after Peak Lord Shang answered the door, telling him that, no Qingqiu is not available and is resting (So was he by the state of his hair and robes). Peak Lord Liu Qingge nearly deviated this one time when he burst into SQH's office for an update on something trivial only to find SQQ curled up on top of SQH who was snoring into SQQ's hair, scrolls abandoned.

It's getting out of hand. They've been spotted casually leaning into each others touch around their peaks. Master Shen insists they need sunlight (it's nearly dusk) as he fills in Peak Lord Shang's official reports (signed SQQ), Peak Lord Qinghua sleepily agrees against Master Shen's side.

Jaws are on the floor with tongues still wagging, the rumor mill is frenzied, enough that the matter has reached the borderlands near the rifts and by extension, the demons and the abyss and one young heavenly demon who is as jealous as he is confused.

Somewhere under Master Shen, Peak Lord Shang shivers awake.

[grossillygirl]

i have an obsession with public groping fantasies recently. i just want my tits to be grabbed, my nipples pinched and pulled and played with. someone to rub their cock on my ass, taking my hand and making me stroke them until they cum, walking around with their cum on me uhdhdbdbdb

[nionom-art]

Could you possibly do Rose as Ladybug and Alya as Cat Noir? I'm fine either together or seperately.

Cat!Alya to match Ladybug!Zoe

You can find Ladybug!Rose here

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

aroace sonic: *says the most flirty shit ever* also aroace sonic seconds later: *does a backflip of the couch and almost lands on his face* literally anyone: wtf.

He’s got the range

(Aroace Sonic compliments pt 4)

[3twindragons]

[deerspherestudios]

Would it be possible for m/c to ever possibly escape and if so what would his reaction be ?

Now why would you want to escape? There's nothing wrong with your mushroom friend ::-)!

(Technically not canon,,, yet,,,, this was a Patreon sketch request!!)

[frownyalfred]

Bruce and Diana standing off in the distance at Clark’s funeral in BVS looking cunty as fuck with their long black wool coats and sharp jawlines talking to each other dramatically must have been TOO MUCH for the small-town gossip mill, I’m telling you.

[anicream]

brief reprieve

@many3ggs sure thing!