#anon you're so right

[allastoredeer]

Chiming in to say I find it a bit silly to say Alastor wouldn't do something out of 'masculine pride' because Alastor is very much okay with making himself look a bit silly at times. This is the guy who ran around post-extermination Pentagram City shoving a crappy corner in random sinners' faces while interviewing them about a hotel which is a public object of ridicule. Even if he was the kind of person to find a man wearing women's clothing demeaning in some way, he'd still do it.

He is so silly.

Look at him

Look at this guy!

This man too prideful to be silly?

Him and his little roach crown?

Is that the face of seriousness?

You know what they called his duets with his bestie back on Earth?

Mimzy and Whimsy, because he's so goddamn wacky.

[waldau-archived]

lmao thought of wonu this is so him 😭

https://www.instagram.com/p/C8CQfdPozT4/?igsh=eGJqNTYwZHAwYjAx

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE A FIC

[maxphilippa]

When Mic cry, im cry. when Mic smile - i smile... but when someon hurt Mic... i bloody murder them, who hurt her!!!

how dare YOU encasulape (i refuse to learn the word) my thoughts about her like that..... real

[thelastofhyde]

“Stop comparing me to your dog” OMG I immediately thought “the dog is better behaved than you 🥵🥵🥵”

true fact: otis has more table manners than joel.

in this house, we live for one thing and one thing only: joel slander. sol better, in the wise words of that one tiktok audio, walk him like a dog.

[elliemarchetti]

https://youtu.be/Vw4KVoEVcr0?si=z6AEeCwq0sto2X6S

Totally Lily with baby Harry😇❤️

SO CUTE 😭

[bisexualdisaster531]

SCREAMING AND CRYING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

medical play with Jonathan please 🥺🙏🥺 I want him to strap me to a table and experiment to see how many times I can cum

oh FUCK yes. i love medical kink aaaaa

warnings: SMUT 18+ only!!!, implied dark/dubcon, fingering, orgasm control

"This is all routine," he insisted as he finished putting on the latex glove," there's nothing to be nervous about."

You tried to believe him, but it's hard to feel secure when your ankles are up in stirrups. "I-I know, Dr. Crane," you sighed, "but I still am."

He offered a little smile, one obviously intended to lower your defenses. "I can't blame you," he admitted. "Just let me know if anything causes you discomfort, alright?"

You nodded, deciding it would be easier to look away than to watch him reach under the paper 'blanket' draped over your legs.

Fighting the urge to react, you forced yourself to stay still and simply scrunch up your face slightly as you felt his fingers press to your entrance. They spent longer than you expected on the outside, and you could see him looking down at you; you shuddered when you noticed in your peripheral the way he was looking down at you... it made you feel horrible exposed, even if you understood that a visual inspection was a necessary part of this. After all, you'd want your doctor to tell you if something looked wrong down there, right?

But he didn't say anything was wrong-- actually, he hummed a little, in a sort of approving way, as the gloved fingers spread your lips. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, and you nodded slightly.

Only when he raised an eyebrow and looked at your face again did you realize he couldn't see a nod while he was giving you an exam. "Y-yes," you stuttered out, "this is okay."

"Relax," he encouraged you.

"Thanks," you breathed, "it's not that I'm uncomfortable with you, or anything--"

"No, I mean, you need to physically relax," he explained, "for your internal exam."

You shivered slightly. "O-oh... right."

"Just take a deep breath," he suggested, and you nodded before trying it-- but the exhale came out a little sharply as he slid two fingers inside you. "You're clenching on me," he noticed, and something about the way he said it sounded a little wrong... not quite professional enough.

"S-sorry," you mumbled, feeling your face warm up.

He curled the fingers inside you, and you had to bite down on your lip as it made your legs shake. "How does that feel?" he asked, and you hated how close you were to blurting out that it felt good.

"Uhm... it's fine..." you answered quietly instead.

"I'm going to apply a little pressure," he warned you, let me know if you feel anything out of the ordinary.

His other hand laid over you, just above where his fingers reached inside you, and gently pressed down-- well, gently at first. He kept pushing and curling his fingers until you choked out a yelp, unable to stop it, and he looked up at you.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Does that hurt?"

"N-no," you sighed. He did it again, his icy gaze darting instantly to the way your legs quivered.

He moved his fingers, teasing the spot inside you again, and your hips jerked in search of more pleasure as you shut your eyes and realized you couldn't deny anymore what he was doing to you.

"I-I'm sorry," you whined, "I'm so sorry, Doctor Crane, I--"

"It's okay," he breathed, "just relax. Let it happen."

Before you could try to process any of that, he did it again-- and again, and again, stimulating you with exact, clinical precision.

You'd never come so fast-- but then again, you'd never had a professional give you one. Apparently, the right combination of movements can bring it on quickly; so quickly, that before you knew it, you were shaking uncontrollably on the exam table, moaning desperately, a wave of slick heat running down from your entrance and coating both his glove and the sanitary paper beneath you.

"Good, good," he praised coldly, watching the effect his work had on you. He stopped moving his fingers when you passed the peak of it, but didn't take them out, instead just watching you blink your eyes open and catch your breath.

"Doctor, I--" you began nervously, even though you still hadn't decided what to say.

"That was impressive," he offered you with a smile, "and even faster than I expected. You must be quite sensitive."

You blinked at him in shock, confident that none of that was appropriate for an allegedly 'routine' exam. "I don't understand," you breathed.

"You don't need to," he assured, making you gasp as he slowly began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, slowly gaining speed. "You just need to lay back and stay relaxed alright? I'll do the rest."

[frownyalfred]

I wanna see a fic where the Batkids realize that no, Matches Malone isn't just their dad's crimesona. He was a real dude who committed suicide, and Bruce committed identity theft for a mission and then proceeded to... not stop committing identity theft. Like, it legitimately sounds fucking insane when you actually hear it

Bruce: "You've never heard of the sunk cost fallacy?"

Jason, leaning about Matches Malone's origins in detail for the very first time: "Did you -- did you just make a joke?"

Bruce, deflating slightly: "...Matches likes jokes."

Jason: "Oh my GOD--"

[osamucide]

Dazai with big hands I’m thinking he’s easily able to manhandle his s/o 😵‍💫 or about Dazai’s broad shoulders and how they grip his shoulders when they’re riding him … I ♡︎ Dazai’s body

dazai with huge palms, defined forearms, and lithe biceps that pick you up so effortlessly. . .dazai with piano fingers and pretty knuckles that he thinks your mouth looks so pretty around. . .dazai with slim wrists that link together at the small of your back while you ride him. . .dazai with broad shoulders and a little waist that you alternately claw onto while he thrusts up into you. . .dazai with prominent hipbones and collarbones that he knows drive you crazy. . .dazai with a biteable neck and elegant fingertips and lips that stay wet as he gasps below you and soft lines of muscle all over him that don't give the impression that he'll have you flipped over in a second but he will! dazai who's strong and knows he doesn't look it so when the surprise strikes across your blissed-out faced he can't help but grab your chin with those gorgeous hands to force that horribly charming shit-eating grin in your face as he starts fucking into you hard :)

[canisalbus]

The Hawaiian language doesn't attach gender to pronouns, but it does have a complex set of relational pronouns, so you can use a particular pronoun to note for example "all of us (except for that guy)"

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

MELUSINE CREATOR MEETING PAHSIV

MELUSINE CREATOR MEETING PAHSIV ‼️‼️‼️

PAHSIV PAHSIV PAHSIV YIPPEE!!!!!!! SHE'S SO CUTE

one day, you're taking a rare trip to the upper world with Foul Legacy, needing a bit of sunlight after spending several weeks down in Merusea Village. he sweeps you up into his arms and takes you to a distant forest, all surrounded by trees and mist and moss, where not even the Treasure Hoarders dare step in. but to you, both protected by an Abyssal monster and hidden from a cruel, unforgiving world, it's lovely and fascinating. Legacy's steps are several of yours, so he can easily keep up with you as you explore the foliage and fantastical reed pipes. his lilac ruff of fur bristles when he hears the unmistakable howl of Riftwolves, taking your mitten-like hand and gently tugging you away from the old, rotted willow that looms in the distance, wandering towards a lake dancing with wind and floating globes of water. it calms in your presence, though, and you're dancing among the lakelight lilies when your antennae twitch at the pitter-patter of small, stumpy feet

"Creator! Creator! Pahsiv!"

a Melusine with brilliant fuchsia eyes happily darts through the grass, tapping her feet in a little excited jig as she stands before you and Foul Legacy, whose wings flutter in surprise. she skips in a circle around you in particular, examining you at all angles but never touching as her tail wags. after a moment you stick your hand out to shake, and she stares and tilts her head before extending her own and giving you a light, friendly smack on the palm

she's a Melusine even stranger than you- or perhaps, like you, she's not a Melusine at all. but she's friendly and curious, with a sharp interest in tidalgas, and whatever fear she had of Foul Legacy evaporates when you explain that he's a friend, dancing around and allowing herself to be picked up and placed on Legacy's shoulder opposite of you. he's strong, after all- carrying two not-Melusine is nothing to him! you gift your new friend some tidalga you were carrying, much to her delight, and she pats her mittens over the shimmering patterns across your body with a knowing look in her eyes

she doesn't come with you when you leave Erinnyes, but somehow you know that she'll be there to greet you if you ever come to visit again

[allastoredeer]

I just had the most horrifying realization.

Roo is just your average writer/artist and Alastor is her fandom darling. She just has the privlege of being canon to Hazbin.

She sent him to the Hotel to fulfill her twisted plotlines.

Oh god,fanfic writers are the root of all evil

[cry-ptidd]

The red means ily!!!

[cor-lapis]

Ok so i absolutely love all your comics, they’re so funny and I love the art, but I want to specifically shout out how you draw Neuvillette. He’s so squishable. Just a guy. He always looks faintly disturbed in some way and I want to bundle him up in a blanket. 10/10.

anon I genuinely didn't realise that was always the vibes I drew him with but I went back through all of the fontaine art I've done and. yeah. you nailed it. thank you so much this is such a compliment

[arainaizevran]

do you ever think about how Wyll's like second ever camp event is him getting tortured (put through The Torment Of The Hells?? drastic physical changes he did not consent to??) on screen in front of the whole camp and he tries to act like that was an okay and deserved thing for Mizora to do to him

During that scene with Karlach's confrontation, Wyll already knew that was something bad going to happen to him if he let her live. That's why he tries to rationalize it at first--"You served [Zariel]. That's enough to damn you."--and he still hesitates after--"You're asking me to trust a devil." But he saw the tadpole vision too, he knows Karlach is just a tiefling. He's been misled once again; he doesn't want to believe it, but the evidence is right there and he cannot deny that.

The thing is - he didn't know that he'll only get transformed. As far as warlock pacts go, he should have died or got sent straight to hell as punishment for disobeying orders. Fully knowing that possibility of dying or worse, Wyll saves Karlach anyway. Because it's the right thing to do.

In a way, I don't think Wyll thinks he deserves his punishment. His first line when you talk to him after is "Gods damn her straight back to Hells." and "I did what was right. And Mizora made me pay for it."

He has some awareness that he doesn't deserve what happened, but at the end of the day, he's still pacted, so he just takes whatever Mizora dishes out on him while trying to make the best out of it that he can.

Wyll also says, "It was worth the sacrifice," and that's pretty much the sum of his character. To be self-sacrificing time and time again. And maybe he thinks it's a sacrifice that he consciously makes instead of something that's thrust upon him without giving him a choice. Just like his pact, and just like everything else in his life. If he rationalizes it as a choice he makes, then he's not a victim, he's not abused or exploited. He's a hero, and heroes just have to make sacrifices for the greater good sometimes.

(Contrary to this, he does have a choice and it's a choice he keeps making, which is to do good things with his powers, rather than just succumbing to Mizora's evil influence. With his pact, he could've easily ran away and left the city to burn, and with Karlach, he could've easily followed Mizora's orders and killed her. But in both cases, he doesn't. Standing up to the devil on his shoulder is something that takes great strength.)

[necrotic-nephilim]

i think stephcass could have been potentially interesting if fandom let steph be herself and not ultimate uwu girl boss erasing all her negative traits. where is her jealousy? unhealthy obsession with her crush and complete lack of understanding of the concept of boundaries ESPECIALLY if that person is already dating someone? where is her almost manic urge to push away other potential love interests (and at this point i realized she would NOT have been so chill with ives if tim had come out much earlier yikes)

BIG AGREE OH MY GOD YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS.

because i love TimSteph for the reasons you listed!! there's something very unhealthy and teen girl-ish in the way Steph approaches relationships. she's angrily jealous and she thinks about Tim in a possessive way. like she is just so consumed by him and it's meant to be male comic writers writing how they think teen girls write about boys in their diaries- but it comes off as incredibly toxic. it's one of her deepest character flaws and what endears me so much to 90s Steph. she throws herself so deeply into romance when she has it, like she's afraid if she lets go of it for even a second it's going to leave her. and god forbid you be the person she falls for bc you will never maintain a healthy relationship with someone she views as competition, she *will* sabotage it. and to me these are all pros of her character. i *like* seeing how vigilantes struggle to maintain normal relationships- *especially* teenage vigilantes. Steph struggles to balance her "regular" life with being Spoiler and what things deserve a Stephanie Brown reaction and what things deserve a Spoiler reaction. and when she's dating, it's almost *always* going to be a Spoiler reaction and she shades her relationships through that lense. it's why civilian partners for Steph never really interest me. (besides the fact they always feel forced and clunky, like Steph's recent think with Maps' older brother?) it doesn't explore the way Steph loves to her fullest extent and how far she goes when she's into someone. there's no sweet puppy love for Steph, when she's all in, she's *all* in. she will do what she thinks is best for Tim oftentimes by her own will without his knowledge or approval, and sometimes massively fucks things up for him. bc she's just so wrapped up in what she believes is best, consequences are secondary.

and sure, she maintains healthy friendships. bc most fodder with StephCass is very healthy and soft. bc it's a *friendship*. and it changes radically when Steph is involved romantically. it's why there's such a difference in how Steph regards Tim when they're just friends as to when they were dating. she loves him and he's always going to be important, but that obsessive passion isn't what drives them anymore. so it's something you have to consider with *any* Steph ship in which it's a character she's had a friendship with- that how she interacts with them as a friend doesn't necessarily inform how she'd regard them as a lover. and that's the issue with StephCass. even the StephCass content that *is* comics informed (tho, a lot of it isn't and while i don't think fanon needs to be based on the comics to be good, i do think Steph and Cass are difficult characters to tackle if you aren't at least semi-familiar with their canon content bc of how warped they are in the fandom-) comes off with such a rose-colored lense that sours it for me. hell, even on Cass' side, things she's *canonically* done have been weird and obsessive about Steph. but that's never explored.

(tbh dare i say it's something to do with the phenomena in fandom that yuri is morally pure and perfect and yaoi is always dirty and bad- there's this almost sanitizing of sapphic ships sometimes to make them perfect and cute together and while i'm not here to yuck someone else's yum, i do think it's *telling* that women in fandom never get to explore the complex depths of unhealthy and toxic love in the way men do bc if you make a woman evil, it's misogyny. if you sexualize a woman too much it's misogyny. if you write her doing morally fucked up things even with the understanding it is her canon character, it's misogyny and you're villainizing her. i can sit here and say Tim is canonically shitty at relationships and ppl will not. if i say the same about Steph, then i'm critiquing a woman and holding her to an unfair standard. it's exhausting. it feels like StephCass only ever exists to depict Steph and Cass as morally pure and in love angels kissing in the background while the men get to do complex and nuanced and fun things in the foreground. this thought has probably been far more explored by others with more developed nuance on it, but i just wanted to point it out bc it's a very real thing i keep seeing *especially* in the Batfam fandom-)

and equally i think Cass' reaction to this intensity and obsession from Steph could be interesting. Cass historically has had poor reactions to knowing everyone is attracted to her and thinking about her, so that level of intensity i think could cause some negative reactions out of Cass that would add some very layered conflict to the ship. some of Steph's most negative traits *do* clash with Cass' wants and needs. it makes the ship more fun! it puts Steph's flaws on display as well as Cass' flaws and her internal issues surrounding romance. StephCass could be so weird and fucked up. but it's been defanged by this fandom in a way that turns me off to it. i love both Steph and Cass and i love exploring sapphic Batfam ships, so it *should* work for me. but the irony of it being popular in anti spaces combined with no one being able to acknowledge the flaws either of these characters have for the sake of making them kiss just. bores me and it's sucked any interest i could have out of it. bc god forbid women just be a little fucked up. </3

[createandconstruct]

*shakes you*

I LOVE YOUR DADMIGHT STORIES SO MUCH AND THEN I COME ON HERE AND SEE YOU HAVE HEADCANONS?!?!

Yes. Amazing.

I read something about angst headcanons?! Would you like to share with the class?????

I would absolutely love to share with the class.

Something on my brain since forever is Toshinori learning Izuku was the most seriously injured from the summer camp attack

There's no time to rest or even breathe. Toshnori has to keep pushing ahead because it's not over. Bakugou has been taken and Toshinori won't stop until the child is safe and out of the villains' grasp. There's no time to make a personal visit for only his successor as he recovers.

But he ends up at the hospital anyway. Tsukauchi informs him that Yaoyorozu has something she wants to share that she believes will help with the rescue.

They speak with the young girl in awe of her quick thinking and resilience as she hands over the tracker. It truly feels like everything for their counterattack is coming together.

But then they get into the hall. Tsukauchi with tracker in hand, ready to call their special unit and head out, when Toshinori freezes. Drawn to the opposite way down the hall

"This'll take a minute," Tsukauchi says catching him off guard. "You have time, Toshi......go see him."

Toshinori wants to argue but it stops dead in his throat. Because he knows Recovery Girl had gotten here earlier. He'd heard the full report. How many students were in critical condition from the villains' gas, how many injured, and how close to death his kid had come.

"Thank you."

He stands in front of the hospital room door, starting at the handle, still feeling ice cold from when he first saw the nameplate that read: Midoriya Izuku.

He has to breathe, remind himself he's on borrowed time, that he has no choice but to open the door and step inside.

When he does he finds he's not alone. Recovery Girl stands, leaning over the bed. She sighs as he slides the door shut. She doesn't even turn to look at him. Somehow, she must know. He deflates, leaving his muscle form for later when he needs it.

"I didn't expect you to be here. Thought you'd be leading the rescue mission."

"I am...I just..." The words die in his throat as he closes in, rounding so he can see around the old hero's shoulder. His eyes draw up, taking in the thick plaster around each arm. Up, until he's sucking in a sharp breath, as he sees the boy's face. Jaw tight, flush to his cheeks, sweat along his forehead, he looks like he's done nothing in the last 24 hours but fight for his life.

"Is he—?"

"He's stable. I just finished his second round of treatment." Another sigh, and she hops down from the stool she'd been perched on. "But he needs time before I can treat him again...this fever's been doing a number on him."

He doesn't even realize he's filling the space she's made for him until he's right there, knees against the hospital bed.

"I can't stay," he says for some reason. Recovery Girl hums. "We're making our move on the League tonight." And yet he doesn't move. Doesn't thank Recovery Girl for all she's done. He just stands there, frozen.

He can only stand and witness every flinch and twitch of agony that pairs with every small puff into an oxygen mask. He can only reach out so slowly until his knuckles brush against Izuku's burning cheek.

"He's in good hands," Recovery Girl says, voice extremely gentle. Toshinori nods, turning his hand to cup the boy's cheek. "I don't doubt it." For a second Izuku's eyelashes flutter (and Toshi's heart stops) but besides a deep inhale and his head rolling into Toshinori's hand, there's nothing else, no shine of recognition or sign of consciousness. Just fever, delirium, and pain. So, so much pain.

Toshinori lets himself—or tries to—breathe. He takes the boy in. The fact that at the very least Izuku is here, safe, and breathing along with him. Because for now, that has to be enough.

Because All Might's work is not done.

He straightens, from where he'd been practically bowed over the bed. With once last lapse in strength he presses his palm to the boy's forehead, pushes his bangs out of the way, and gently soothes over the bandages that have been wrapped there, before he's forced to pull away.

It's like losing a limb as he does.

"This wasn't your fault, Toshinori."

Wasn't it?

He'd stayed back from the training camp. Left his colleagues and students vulnerable. Left them all to fight so desperately alone.

He's failed as a mentor. All he's done is left Izuku to struggle, so that the boy can only keep using his quirk to the point of breaking—of a physical, no return.

Head down he doesn't stop walking, only barely whispers out, "Thank you for taking care of him..."

But he does pause when he hears her sigh one last time.

"Don't thank me for that...it's what I do." And then. "And what you can do is rescue that child from those villains... and come back safe."

Toshinori blinks, hand raised to the door, ready to pull up his muscle form to rejoin Tsukauchi in the hall. He turns back to find her looking at him, no, through him, before she glances to the quietly breathing boy in the hospital bed, and then back again. She holds Toshinori with a serious glare, one that follows him, along with her words, until the very moment he's watching his boy sail through the sky with his classmates in tow as he faces down his most dangerous foe. The very moment when he realizes as a teacher, as a mentor, as a—she's right, he can't die yet.

"He'll need you...when he wakes up."