#anon ask*

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Is it true that Miraculous often sexualizes its characters? Because I see other people say this and want to know if it’s correct

I have not picked up on anything like that in Miraculous, but I'm ace, so sexualization has to be pretty overt for me to notice it on my own. It's entirely possible that there's something subtle that I'm missing. Until someone gives me specific examples, my stance is that this is incorrect. It's not an element that even crosses my mind when it comes to the reasons why I would discourage adults from introducing this show to kids. I am concerned about the quality of the romance between the leads, but that concern comes from a psychological standpoint about modeling what healthy relationships should look like. The love square is way too teen drama for a family show! However, from a purely physical standpoint, it's appropriate for all ages.

[demonic0angel]

DcxDp: Batman has the ability to punch ghosts, thanks to special mental techniques he has developed based on religious chants and mental exercises. (He hums the Ghostbusters theme to punch ghosts. Danny calls him out on this after it gets used on him).

Superman said, “Batman! It’s impressive that you’re able to punch ghosts!” He said, eying Batman and Phantom, who had just finished sparring.

Batman hummed noncommittally.

Phantom grumbled something under his breath, rubbing his aching shoulder. Wonder Woman handed the both of them water bottles as Superman then asked, “How do you do it?”

Batman replied, “I use mental exercises and chants in order to concentrate my energy. Then I unleash it, which allows me to punch Phantom.”

Superman perked up. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you teach us how to do it?”

“My method might not be applicable to you. I use a very specific chant in order to focus my energy.”

Phantom whirled around, indignant. “BS!” He cried, “You just hum the Ghostbusters theme song to focus your soul on attacking me!”

Batman smirked. “But it works though, doesn’t it?”

[illalwaysbealoserforlove]

Asked me stufff

nosy anons let's go

0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

[luludeluluramblings]

Can you actually imagine Pregnant reader baby looking like Bruce!

Just Batfamily watching a mini Bruce and Damion (because Damion also looks like bruce) growing up and having a happy childhood with reader being so sweet.

Like the first days of school, a reader makes it a priority to cook breakfast for her child and sit with them and make sure they eat. OR walking hand in hand in family trips.

We love the reader giving her child a better childhood than her own.

We Stan parents that want to be better parents than their own! Mad respect for that! Top tier!

Now, imagine this, but with Reader looking like Martha. Talk about giving Bruce Mommy issues. Seeing his child not only be a better parent than him, but actually emulating the qualities of a good mother in such a way that it reminds him of his late-mother? Ouch. Seeing the faint image of his mother with himself whenever he looks at them? Double ache.

Best thing, Reader would love the shit out of the kid regardless of whether it looked like Bruce or not. She absolutely refuses to neglect the kid due to Bryce’s treatment of her.

[transfem-tomgirl]

Yo wanted to ask a bit more about your experience in the transhet community there’s a lot of animosity towards transhets and t4t relationships that aren’t…idk how to describe it but y’know what I mean. Wanted to hear your thoughts on it. Didn’t wanna DM off the bat but if you’re down to chat I’d love to!

I'd love to chat! I revel in the chance to talk with people.

in my experience there's a lot of kindness from other trans people but it does sometimes come with a distinct feeling of "We feel kinda bad that you're only into guys." Which can get exasperating.

Like. Other trans people flinch when you say you're het, in a way that they wouldn't if you were a lesbian, not because they think less of you, but they're just kinda surprised by the outcome. Het trans people just, aren't really thought of as something that happens, outside the context of your right wing grifters who try to be one of the good ones.

And, when you talk to Bi trans girls, there's a sort of unspoken idea that men are a fun little treat compaired to the default of sapphic relationships. which is a little exasperating. [In my mind I've joked about waiting for the monthly boyliking phase so i can get the chance to finally talk about guys.]

And it always feels like there's a worry, even within transhet spaces, of getting *too* het. just like how I've seen a worry in transmasc spaces of getting *too* masc. this usually stems from a desire to not want to recreate the oppressive power structures associated in both, but, in a great twist of irony, often ends up expressing both in their vehement refusal.

That's not to say that you can't be a transmasc femboy or be in a st4t relationship where the guy is small and subby and the gal is strong and dommy and have it be a healthy outlook and engagement with the facets of oppression, far from it. But if you seek those things out as escape from engaging with oppression, you tend to fall into it trying to square the circle so to speak.

these are mostly just personal outlooks and feelings on the subject, but i think they're important, because they're a real persons feelings, ya know?

[wandaslovey]

Thinking of Mommy!Wanda being so sweet to you in every facet of life but when it comes to sex she fucks you like you're a toy......I need her so bad

i fear this is totally cannon. she loves her precious baby. she’ll do anything for you. she loves doing the little things like holding your door open, always walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, making you breakfast, cutting your sandwiches in triangles just like you like them, helping you study or do homework… all of it. all she wants is for you to be happy, healthy, and safe. she’d love you fully and completely, always delicate and loving…

until you’re in the bedroom. when you’re in the bedroom you’re reduced to nothing but her little plaything. her fuck toy. she can’t help but throw you around like a little rag doll, a possessive hand often wrapping around your throat as she fucks you into the mattress. she’ll never let you forget who you belong to. i mean it’s literally impossible since she growls out “mine” with every thrust—possessing you, claiming you. her perfect doll.

[unseeliekitsune]

Go ahead…

ask me

[cornkernelle]

love how you casually drop a legit goddess on the side. Nana Otter is very exceptional!! 👌

I remembered making a sketch of her reference when this ask was sent! Thank you for this, I was able to stuff a bunch of info in this little page!! ^^

[runariya]

hi! is your prompt game still open? hehe

jungkook + 🎤🥂🥲🥰

gf!oc being invited to jk’s golden listening party and oc doubted herself if she is really meant to be on jk’s life (stuff like that) pls end it with a happy ending too 🥹

thank you! 🥹

(idolverse+party+angst+fluff) part of the prompt game pairing: idol!Jungkook x gf!reader genre: idolverse, established relationship, angst, fluff warnings: self-doubt, angst, fluff, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 1.296

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It’s supposed to be a brilliant night. A massive one, if you’re being honest.

Jungkook’s “Golden” listening party is the talk of the industry, the kind of event people beg, steal, or sell their left kidney to get into. And you? You’re on the guest list. Not because you’re a big deal or anything, but because you’re simply his girlfriend.

That fact alone should have you over the moon. You should be buzzing to see him in his element, to be by his side, to celebrate the music he’s poured his heart into.

But you’re not.

You’re standing in front of your mirror, staring at your reflection, wondering for the hundredth time why on earth he wants you there, even if it should be obvious to you. 

You’ve gone all out tonight, found the nicest dress you could afford, done your makeup in a way that says “effortless” even though it’s taken you an hour. Your hair’s as good as it’s going to get, and yet, it’s still not enough.

You don’t look like the sort of person who belongs in his world.

You’ve seen the women who swarm around Jungkook, those effortlessly stunning types with legs for days, glossy hair, and flawless skin. The kind of women who don’t just walk into rooms; they fucking float. Who can chat with celebrities like it’s no big deal, who wouldn’t hesitate before striding into this party like they own the place.

You on the other hand? You’re not one of those. 

Standing here, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, stomach flipping at the thought of walking into that room. You feel like an imposter, like any minute someone’s going to clock that you don’t belong and politely, or not so politely, ask you to leave.

But your phone buzzes, ripping you momentarily out of your thoughts. 

Jungkook.

Can’t wait to see you, he’s texted, and there’s a little heart emoji tagged on at the end.

Your chest aches. You know he means it, he’s been so excited about this night, about sharing it with you. But there’s a voice in your head that just won’t shut up, no matter how hard you try.

Are you sure he really wants you here? Or is he just being polite, roping you in because he’s nice like that?

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You can’t do this to him. You’ll go inside. You’ll smile. You’ll fake it if you have to. For him.

And indeed, the party is insane.

People are everywhere, dressed to the nines, dripping in designer everything. The music’s loud, the lights are low, and you swear you can feel the buzz in the air even though you haven’t had a sip of alcohol yet. 

It’s exciting, in theory. In practice, it’s overwhelming as hell.

You spot Jungkook right away, standing in the middle of a crowd that’s clearly there for him. He looks incredible, gold jacket, perfect hair, the works. He’s laughing at something someone’s said, his whole face lighting up in that way that makes your heart pump to its limit, and for a second, you just stare.

This is him. Your boyfriend. The man who texts you goodnight even after a 16-hour day, who steals chips off your plate, who sings in the shower when he thinks you’re not listening.

But this version of him? This superstar surrounded by models and influencers?

You don’t know how you fit into that picture, even after all these months. 

You linger by the door for longer than you should, trying to work out where to go, what to do. You feel out of place already, and you’ve barely even moved.

It’s like he can sense you, though, because suddenly, his eyes find yours from across the room. His face breaks into a smile, a proper, bright one that’s hopefully only reserved for you, and he excuses himself, weaving through the crowd to get to you, greeting everyone else in passing. 

“Hey,” he kisses you briefly, breathless but happy, taking your hand like he’s been waiting all night to see you. “You look amazing.”

You try to smile. “Thanks.”

He frowns a little, clearly picking up on your nerves. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lie.

He doesn’t look convinced, but before he can press, someone calls his name. He glances over his shoulder, then back at you, torn. “I’ll be quick,” he promises, squeezing your hand before disappearing again.

And just like that, you’re alone.

Time crawls. Or it just feels like it does.

You end up at the bar with a drink you don’t even want, keeping your head down like you’re hoping to blend into the wallpaper. It’s easier than pretending you’re confident, especially when everyone else here seems like they were born for this kind of thing.

Every time you look up, you spot Jungkook in the middle of another group, flashing that smile of his like he’s got the whole room wrapped around his finger. Which, to be fair, he does.

There’s a group of women around him now, all stunning in that effortlessly intimidating way. One of them touches his arm, leaning in close as she says something, and he laughs.

Your stomach drops to the floor, hard.

You know it’s stupid. You know Jungkook loves you, that he chose you, but sitting here, watching him shine in a room full of people who seem so much more fitting, it’s hard to believe it.

What are you even doing here?

You’re halfway through debating whether to leave when Jungkook reappears.

“Hey,” his forehead’s creased in concern. “What’s going on? You’ve been hiding.”

You shake your head. “Nothing. Just… needed a minute.”

“Don’t give me that,” he scolds softly, taking your hand. “You’re upset. Why?”

You hesitate, swallowing hard. “I just…” You glance around, lowering your voice. “I don’t think I should be here.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Look at this place, Jungkook,” you try to explain, gesturing vaguely at the room. “Look at you. You’re in your element, and I’m just… me. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong with you.”

Saying those words feels freeing in a way you haven’t expected, but when you finally lock eyes with him, his expression makes your heart crumble.

“You don’t believe that,” he tries, his voice low, like he’s willing you to agree.

“I do,” you admit, tired, desperate. “You could have anyone in this room. Anyone, Jungkook. Why… why me?”

He stares at you for a second, then, before you can even process what’s happening, he grabs your hand a bit tighter and pulls you right into the middle of the room.

“Jungkook, what are you—”

You don’t get to finish.

Jungkook cups your face, tilts your chin up, and kisses you.

It’s not a quick kiss, either. It’s a kiss that makes people stop and stare. A kiss that says, in no uncertain terms, that you’re his.

When he pulls back, you realise the room has gone quiet, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. His hands are still on your face, his thumbs brushing your dusted cheeks as he looks at you with his loving boba eyes.

“Does that answer your question?”

You can’t think, let alone speak, so you just nod.

“Good,” he nods right back, his lips twitching into a smile. “Because I don’t want anyone else. I never have, and I never will. You’re it for me, alright? So stop thinking you’re not enough, because you are. You’re more than enough.”

Silver lines your lashes, but you manage to laugh, shaky as it is. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, leaning in to kiss your lips right again, “you bring it out of me.”

And for the first time all night, you let yourself believe it.

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[demonic0angel]

Prompt: Dan Phatom as an inmate of Arkham Asylum?

Harley hummed. She eyed the newest inmate, a gorgeous hunk of meat with dark raven hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing the usual orange suit, but he wore it like a model, with the buttons opened and sleeves rolled up, highlighting his broad arms and tight muscles. He was as beautiful as a demon, and even though Ivy was way prettier, Harley still couldn’t help but be curious.

Harley nodded to herself, thinking for only a moment. Then she waved a hand, calling out, “Yoo hoo! You there! Hey, handsome! Why don’t you come here and spend some time with me and Ivy?”

Ivy rolled her eyes next to her. “Harley!” She hissed.

The man paused, tilted his head, and then smiled, flashing his sharp fangs before he crossed the prison yard to sit down with the two. People stared at them, but the man didn’t seem bothered.

“Hello,” he said politely, “what’s up?”

“You’re new here, ain’tcha?” Harley said rhetorically. “What’re you in for?”

The man chuckled. “I thought it was rude to ask?”

“Nahhh, in here? It doesn’t matter. Everyone already knows why we’re here, there’s no secrets around here. So? What’re you in here for?”

The man smiled. “I started teasing a little bird I found and then he started getting mad at me. I didn’t like how he made Batman go after me, so I made a building explode and I was tossed into here. I didn’t even kill anyone though!”

Seeing how large and old he was, Harley was a little worried and had to ask, “Which little bird?”

“The beautiful one with the black and blue suit and the pretty smile,” the man said dreamily, curling a lock of raven hair around his clawed fingers as he looked towards the sky in a daydream. “He was pretty funny too.”

Harley immediately cooed. Anyone who thought Nightwing was funny clearly hadn’t been hit over the head by his escrima sticks while he threw out obnoxious puns, but the way he described him was so sweet! He was clearly insane, so that was completely okay in her books!

“Awww, that’s so cute! Are you a meta or what? Those fangs o’ yours don’t look human!” Harley said, while Ivy shook her head exasperatedly.

The man shook his head with a small smile. “Not exactly. But I guess I do have meta powers.”

Ivy asked, “Then doesn’t that just make you a meta?”

The man shrugged and then asked, “What about you ladies?” Harley knew that he was just dodging the question, but she didn’t mind, so she began to prattle on about the recent museum break-in she and the girls did, but Selina got away while she and Ivy were caught. Selina was planning a break out for them soon, so they just had to sit tight and wait!

The man smiled, fangs appearing again. “Can I join you? I want to see that little bird again.”

Harley beamed, “Sure thing! What’s your name?” while Ivy groaned.

The man smiled and reached over to shake her hand. His hands were cold and large, like a chunk of ice. He smiled and his pupils sharpened into slits, but oddly enough, he still looked friendly, like a tiger in a way.

“Please. Call me Wraith.”

[bunnis-monsters]

I absolutely NEED more Bull and Cow hybrid reads!! Like- how do they react when they see a male farmer talking and touching you all too casually for their liking?? OR! How do the bulls react when you pull on their horns during ✨ smexy ✨ time??

They’d be beyond jealous!

Of course, they know you have to leave occasionally for a check up and for the farmer to properly assess you, he has to touch you.

But that doesn’t stop the bulls from puffing out their chest as the cows moo in distress.

If the farmer takes too long with you, they’re ready to attack! It’s been a while since you came to the farm, they all know the amount of time needed to give you a check up. If you’re not back within that allotted time, they start gathering around the entrance to the farm.

Once you’re back, they’re all sniffing and rubbing against you, trying to get the farmer’s scent off of your body. The bulls grunt and nudge you with their horns, urging you to hold on as they lift you up and settle you onto one of their cocks.

They’re all desperate to scent and breed you after such an ordeal! Everyone gets a turn, each cow and bull!

Lots of kisses and bites are left on your skin, your fat tummy being squished and your plump thighs held apart so you can be creampied again!

[yandere-daydreams]

Which jjk boy is more likely to drug their darling and take a selfie with something like "Our first date >_<!!"

tw - implied non/con, nonconsensual drug use, stalking, kidnapping, and unbalanced power dynamics.

hmmm excellent questions anon,,, yuuta would scrapbook every second of your stalking, kidnapping, and prolonged captivity with the kind of dedication you'd except from a seasoned journalist, taking polaroids of your oblivious expression while you sleep off the sedatives he'd pumped into your system and stealing hair from your brush to celebrate your week-long anniversary. he'd be big on collecting the things you leave behind (teething on your used straws, wearing your hairbands around his wrist, etc.) even when he has you well within his grasp, if only because the fact that he can't actually live inside of your skin means he'll never be close enough to you, not really. if you're lucky, he'll even show you the drawer he has dedicated to your unintentional mementos - filled to bursting with empty chapstick containers and blurry candids taken from outside your bedroom window and annotated pages torn out of books you haven't touched in weeks - and if you're really lucky, he'll remember to hide the matching rings he's got stowed in the farthest corner away, first.

yuuji wouldn't be so organized, but he'd just be,,, god awful at remembering not to brag about his pretty, docile, totally-not-kidnapped-why-would-you-even-ask partner to anyone who'd listen. he knows better than to send pictures of you gagged and sobbing to the group chat, but he's always going on about how eager he is to get home to you, how wonderful you are, how much he wishes everyone in his life could meet you, and never really knows how to explain why they can't. the closest he can manage is the occasional hint of your voice in the background of a phone call and, if he's lucky, a picture where you're not asleep, physically restrained, or trying to claw his throat out, but don't worry, he's persistent. you're the love of his life, and he won't rest until you're properly broken down and ready to show off <3

[morning-sun-brah]

You lost to Ana, You ugly faggot

I was wondering when you'd show up.

To set a few things straight, I am... so hot. Not to be vain and vapid, but I am not the one to sit around and take the word ugly to heart. Ugly? Ugly??? Wash your mouth, I'm a smoke show, and I'd never hide this face.

Second... how presumptuous. I'm not saying we're going to win. Certainly, it looks like we are not. And if we do not (and I hate to break this to you), life will go on. I'm not sitting here worried about winning or losing. We joined this comp for fun. On a whim. It's really just not something I'm worried about, one way or the other. Feel free to interpret that as you like.

And lastly, when I said I was wondering when you'd show up, I meant that. I expected it. Why expect less, honestly? It's sort of your MO, right? I say something radical, like- I support lgbtq+, and you show up with all the bells and whistles. You're very predictable.

It does make me wonder… does my competitor share this sentiment? That's where you've come from, right? Certainly she wouldn't condone this sort of talk. I wonder if she appreciates having fans like you? Throwing around slurs, being openly homophobic- well, not openly. You are on anon, aren't you?

At any rate, the next time you want my attention, come off anon. I know you won't, you have the spine of a worm. It's easy to be ugly and hide (I wouldn't know). But if you want to engage, you'll need to show me that face.

[catsharky]

I know you haven’t posted her in a bit but I adore your tav

Thank you!! You'll be happy to know that I actually have a new comic in the works that I should be done in the next week or so. It's not the next part of the Rolan comic- I'm a fool who thought having fourteen characters in a single page was a reasonable amount and definitely not something that should stop me from putting another ten on the following page and ough- but it is about Ember and Rolan, just at an earlier point in time (cough-Last Light Inn-cough)

Here's a sneak peek :3

Also to anyone else who's sent me an ask and hasn't gotten a reply yet, I'm sorry and I'm gonna try and get through a bunch of them after I'm done with this comic. Answering asks just takes me ages and it's hard to choose to do it when it eats into the time and energy I have to put towards working on more comics 😭 Know that all of them make me go 🥰and that I very much appreciate them!! You guys are the best 💖

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt knows the marriage is necessary to ratify the treaty, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it.

It’s not that he’s against marriage in general or has anything against his new husband—Julian seems lovely. And that’s the real issue isn’t it? This lovely man has been pressured into a marriage with a witcher. Even though Geralt was accepted as a warlord, people still considered witchers more beast than man.

His new husband is probably terrified or disgusted with him.

At the very least, Geralt knows the other man is nervous. He can smell it in his scent, hear it in his heartbeat.

When they enter the wedding suite, Geralt says, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Pardon?”

“We don’t have to do anything. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Out of all possible reactions to his offer, Geralt hadn’t expected anger.

Julian seethes, saying, “Are you FUCKING kidding me?!? Do you know how fucking long it took to get into these clothes? How long it took them to paint my face? It takes HOURS to look this divine, and do I get any appreciation? No! The least you could do is tell me I’m pretty and fuck me like you mean it!”

Geralt blinked, completely stunned. He stared at Julian—no, Jaskier—as the man planted his hands on his hips and glared at him with enough fire to melt silver. For a long, awkward moment, Geralt could only process one thing: Jaskier did look divine.

His doublet, an elaborate creation in deep blue and gold hues, shimmered in the candlelight. His makeup—a touch of gold on his eyelids and the faintest hint of rouge on his cheeks—made him seem otherworldly, like some naughty fey prince. And his lips, painted the colour of ripe cherries, were currently pursed in absolute fury.

“You—” Geralt started, then faltered. His voice sounded rougher than he intended, so he cleared his throat. “You look—very nice?”

Jaskier groaned and threw his head back like a man the universe had deeply wronged. “Very nice? Very nice?! I didn’t spend all afternoon enduring the indignities of corsetry and the horrors of powder puff brushes to be called very nice.”

“I—uh—apologize?” Geralt mumbled

“Oh, don’t apologize, you big lummox!” Jaskier snapped, stepping closer and pointing an accusatory finger at Geralt’s chest. “I don’t want your apologies. I want your appreciation. I want you to look at me and see more than just the treaty we signed this morning. I want you to see me, the absolute vision of beauty that I am, and understand that I deserve at least a modicum of effort!”

Geralt blinked again, utterly lost. “I don’t… know what to say.”

Jaskier sighed dramatically and threw himself onto the edge of the bed, arms splayed wide. “Say, ‘Julian, you are the most enchanting creature I have ever seen in my long, miserable life.’ Say, ‘Julian, your beauty eclipses the stars.’ Say, ‘Julian, I would crawl through fire just to kiss your perfect lips.’ Is that so hard?”