#answered asks\

[afterdarkftm]

I love getting to the point when you're bent over being fucked and your no longer in control of the noises coming out of your mouth. when it's going so deep and hitting that spot over and over again, your eyes rolling all the way back as you let out strangled cry’s and whimpers. Begging over and over even though you have no idea what you’re begging for, it feels too good to want it to stop but oh god is it also too much.

[achromatophoric]

Wednesday being a temporary Lycan after Enid bit her?

Enid: Babe, c’mon! We have to hurry if we’re going to make it to the lupin cages in time!

Wednesday: I am not going.

Enid: Uh, what? Wednesday, the full moon is in like five minutes.

Wednesday: And in five minutes begins my writing hour. I will not allow something so trivial as temporary lycanthropy to interrupt my routine.

Enid: 😫

— Five minutes later. —

Wolf Enid: *sulks on floor*

Wolf Wednesday:

[carlyraejepsans]

who is the least fuckable utdr character? like not in terms of how attractive they are but purely how physically capable do you think they would be of having sex.

probably the darkners. i don't think they have reproductive systems on account of the whole. being sentient objects thing. oh also the ghosts. not that it stopped SOME ghosts from trying...

[ljesak]

Curious; have you ever done any skullbeasts? Personally I'm a sucker for felids :3

I've drawn one a few years ago!! It's been a while

[houseofheroesau]

I humbly request Wolfe gets hugs to make up for the previous post. He deserves it.

I gave him a blanket

Character @ House of Heroes

[novasolstarr]

Since I know eyefestation reaction to allo

030 how would your Sebastian react to him?

(ps. You won't mind me stealing your OCS ref do you ? Tehehehehe totally not doing something malicious :3)

Apologies for how kinda fucked up the formatting became, I underestimated how much space the two would take on one page oops

BUT I feel as this is self explanatory :3

ALSO I REALIZE ITS LATE BUT YOU ARE FREE TO YOINK THEM BUT STARING AT YOU

[ask-fantublings]

Do you guys ever think about getting a family pet? :3

family pets? 🧪🪭🧡💚❤️

[casuallyanidiot]

A yandere who kidnaps you purely because he's jealous of you.

Tw. Noncon, Dead dove do not eat, Mndi, Yandere, force feminization, just general creep shit

Yandere Incel bites his lip to the point where it bleeds every time he sees you. You think you can just flounce around wherever you please and make friends, huh?

You must think you're too good for him. That must be why you seem so nervous whenever he glowers at you from the corner of your office floor. It's totally not because you've caught him trying to sniff your ass while he's behind you on the stairs.

"You're not so high and mighty now, are you?" He sneers as he shoves his cock further down your throat. He can see tears slipping out from underneath your blindfold, and he laughs cruelly. You're choking, and he just loves the way your cute little nostrils flare as you try so desperately to breath. He made you put on lipstick, and it was all smeared in little shaky rings all along his shaft and the base of his balls. You've even got some on your chin, mixed scarlet and milky white with some of his precum. He smiles between shaky moans.

He's practically buzzing as he takes in the sight of mascara streaming down your cheeks, the haphazardly tied ribbons in your hair, and the pastel pink cuffs he's bound your arms with behind your back. You're unable to fight, and he thinks you look just the way you should be all tousled and fucked out.

You've always been better than him, he thinks with gritted teeth as he then fucks into your tight ass. Your poor, bruised cheeks are littered with imprints from his hands, and they bounce with each deep, sloppy roll of his hips. He's been trying to stretch you out with toys and his hands for a while now, so that you'll finally crave him as much as he unfortunately craves you.

Yandere Incel who makes you wear the most humiliating outfits. He like making you wear frilly little skirts with thongs that barely cover your crotch. He relishes in slipping on heels that are so high and covered in bows that you couldn't possibly walk in them. He likes knowing that you can't go anywhere once he's locked you into them. Yandere Incel who starts to learn how to do makeup so that he can make you into the helpless little doll he's been imagining you as for years.

He likes having you clean and cook around the house while he watches. You have a thick dildo shoved up your twitching hole the entire time, of course. He smirks as he watches you tremble from the force of another forced orgasm while you struggle through the dishes. He remembers how you used to be, proud and great at woke. You used to wear nicely tailored suits with a practiced smiles while getting all the praise in the world. Well now he has you, and you have no choice but to rely on him for attention now.

He smirks as he holds you tightly at night. He knows how pretty you were, how competent and well put together you used to be. Of course you had loads of people trying to get with you. Don't you know that he would kill to be in your shoes? Well, not anymore he wouldn't. Not when, out of everyone else who admired you, he's the one that made you his beloved little house spouse.

In a lot of ways, it's something to envy.

[luludeluluramblings]

Hi so I was having some brainrot regarding your small-town-neglected-meta reader and I wanted to share them with you!

One thing I've been thinking about alot is the way readers powers work and what kinds of weather they're likely to create, etc. One thing I specifically thought about is that readers powers definitely have to come from her mom's side. Bruce and no else in Bruce's biological line have powers so readers mom has to have the meta gene. I was thinking that maybe readers mom also controlled the weather a bit, maybe not as strong as reader can but still had some powers.

Like creating little drizzles, maybe some dustdevils, and little snow storms. Because her powers were so weak she never really used them for much, maybe to help out her own parents on the farm but that's about it(using her rain powers to easily water the crops)

In that same line of thinking I also wondered if readers little brother also has superpowers. Maybe the way his powers work or appear are bit different than readers because of they have different dads(I imagine Bruce has really strong genetics. If Damian is any proof of that lol)

One little crank in this little headcanon though is that Nana and Gramps would also have to have superpowers. But then I reread the first chapter and thought about One of the phrases you used to describe how reader got in Bruce's hands.

"but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court."

That specifically makes me think that Nana and Gramps are actually readers little brother biological grandparents and not theirs.(what happened to their bio grandparents 🤔)

But anyway, one last thing I wanted mention is how badly I want to see reader using their powers more freely when they're back in small town. Like they aren't afraid to use their powers to make it super windy and have fun with their little brother up on the sky. Or causing a blizzard just so they can have a snowball fight and make snow-men with their little brother. Or even accidently cause a power outage because someone pissed them off! No more suppressed emotions just freedom. (Also reader crying in the middle of the rain they made in front of their parents graves(they wanted to be buried in their hometown) would be so tragically fantasic.)

Anyway I know this is a lot to read and I'm sorry if I seem a bit scrambled but I wanted to send this to you just cause I had so many ideas floating up in my brain I couldn't stop thinking about it all. Thank you for listening to me ramble, I hope your doing amazing🩷

Your call this bain-rot, Imma call it fertilizer. This is long as mess, but I think I addressed everything. Lots of Smalltown!Reader lore and I made a Family Tree to help explain if needed.

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Smalltown!Reader's Family Tree:

Complicated little bugger, ain't it? I didn't add Stephanie or Barbara because Bruce technically never adopted them or fostered them. This isn't an official thing, I made this and it was composed of little bits of information I found online. So some of this stuff might not be lore accurate.

Also, while I was researching I found out that Bruce's middle name was apparently Patrick, after his grandfather at one point.

Now, time for the pseudo science.

I consider the meta gene to be a genetic trait carried down by a parent. That would be Momma/Adeline, in this case. She carries the gene. Now, the meta gene does not always activate even if one has it. So, no, Momma was not making mini storms for us. She was, however, very encouraging of Reader using their abilities. It takes an event, usually a traumatic one, to activate the gene. (Little Brother could be getting power's in the next chapter, though.)

As for Nana and Grand Daddy we have this:

They don't have the gene, so they don't have abilities. (Which doesn't me their harmless.) They are Reader's Step-Grandparents, but they've grown to love them all the same. Now, in court, it is preferred for a child to go to the nearest blood relative after their parents die. Or, at least, that's what I roughly know from what the court in my state is like. I'm not from Louisiana or New Jersey, where Gotham's located, so maybe it's different. But, this is fiction. This is why Nana and Grand Daddy didn't get custody of Reader, though. Plus Bruce is rich with a bunch of adopted kids, on paper he looks like the best option.

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I really love the thought of Reader using their abilities for silly little things while back in Smalltown, at least before things absolutely go to hell in a hand basket. So I'll probably include a bit. (They used to do things like that before moving to Gotham, definitely.) Something I want to mention is that Reader likes to make it rain when their happy. It's their favorite weather, they love it. So a grave scene might be a bit different. (I have to include that now. Thank you for that idea! Frick, Part Eight about to be long af.)

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If your curious about Reader's other grandparents, they just died from old age and health problems. I like to think that Reader had a close relationship with them. Calling them MawMaw and Gab for their nicknames and having spent a lot of time with Reader and their Little Brother before they died. (I'm sorely tempted to just commit to rewriting this with the OC I based Reader off of so I can include all this backstory to highlight how different their life in Gotham is compared to what it used to be, but I best finish what I started first.)

(Side Note: It's very common in the American south for people to give their grandparents nicknames. I have some for my southern grandparents, while I call my northern grandparents just plain Grandma and Grandpa. The nickname can vary and is usually what ever the first grandchild comes up with.)

Thank you for sending me this ask! Stuff like this actually inspires me so this was wonderful. Hopefully this helps. (Now to get back to work on my writing, I've been draggin' my feet again.)

[afterdarkftm]

what if i pinned you beneath me putting my leg between yours grinding into you leaving hickeys on you until your desperately lifting your hips for more stimulation

[billcipher-rpblog]

HEYYA WEIRD KOOL/ZCARY NACHO THING!! I HAV A GIFT FOR U!! A PARTY INVITE!! me inviting a LOTT of ppl 2 a HUGE partie dat im gonna do for halloween n xmas!! if u wanna u can invite whoever u want,, i dont mind!!! de more ppl, da bettar!!

- @partynoob-rpblog

HMM, I AM A HUGE FAN OF PARTIES.

SURE, WHAT THE HECK, WHY NOT! MY FELLOW HENCHMANIACS AND MINIONS, I'M INVITING ALL OF YOU! (MINUS CERTAIN FILTHY TRAITORS, YOU GUYS SUCK.)

[wayrad]

hiii number 15 on that prompt list would be delicious if u fancy it

omgosh yes anything for you legend <3

for prompt 15: “this is going to hurt, okay?”

Usually John’s the rash one, the on who jumps in over his head, doesn’t think things through. Prefers it that way, too; if he’s going off the deep end at least he knows Gale will be there to reign him back in. Get a hand on his nape and tell him knock it off, Bucky, always in that tone of voice that John needs.

That’s not how it happened today. Today, just another tick on the wall, and Gale woke up on the edge. He goes non-verbal, somedays, has got a storm brewing in him, and no seems to notice it but John. He knew today was a bad one, and not just for Gale; the Luftwaffe officers feel it too. The edge, like a knife licking up the spine. They hold their rifles a little higher, the chains on their dogs a little looser.

Gale had been so quiet. He’d never been the one they watch, especially not on days like these, but. But.

And John should’ve known. Should’ve.

Now, perspiration gathers on Gale’s severe brow bone. He looks pasty as a ghost, sounds like one too; the air in his lungs is rattling about like it’s slipping through the cracks of him. He looks drunk- but that’d be a mercy in here.

“Gale,” John says, tries, for what seems like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes. “Gale, baby. Baby can you hear me?”

The pain’s making him delirious. He’s in shock, too, up to his head in it, shivering, muttering all incoherent. And John hasn’t been able to look at it, not for long- Gale's sleeve, pulled up, what’s waiting there for them. It’s still in the shape of a mouth, like the mutt was still hanging onto Gale’s tattered flesh, yanking, pulling as the German officer just watched and let it all happen.

John had ordered every man to stay out. He’d— handle it. He’d take care of Gale.

“I’m going to get your shirt open, okay?” he says slowly, taking the ruddied fabric between his fingers. When he shifts it experimentally Gale’s chest heaves, a wet sob breaking apart from his lips. It’s the loudest he’s been all day, loudest he's been since the bite took him.

John takes Gale's shoulders, hopes it's soothing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he lulls. "Ain't no doctors around, not yet. Just me. I'm doing the best I can, huh?"

To that, Gale says nothing. Just clutches at his shoulder like he's trying to keep his arm attached to his body. John gives up on getting Gale's shirt off the right way; he finds little dull scissors the guys use to cut out pinups and takes the sleeve right from the seam. Warm clothes are hard to come by, and Gale would say as much, if he could.

Without the fabric to cover the gash, John's faced with the gravity of their situation. Puncture wounds litter the purpling skin of Gale's forearm, blood tacked and dripping across his wrist. There are chunks of skin missing. Around it, a mottled bruise blooms purple and green over the entire thing, makes John think it really could fall off.

"Jesus," he mutters. They've got nothing to clean it with, nothing proper, but- and that's an idea. John cups Gale's jaw. "Hey. I'm not leaving, okay?" he says. Gale shivers against him. His skin is clammy and too-hot, but he nods, and that's something.

John makes across the room, below his bunk, to where a jar of contraband liquor is stashed next to the notebook he was able to scrounge up a couple weeks ago.

This isn't exactly the special occasion he'd been saving it for.

Rounding up on Gale again, John smooths his sweat-stringy hair from his forehead. "Gale," he says. "This is going to hurt, okay?"

Gale flashes John his eyes- blue and full of pain- and John almost can't do it. Almost.

He unscrews the cap and tips, takes Gale's wrist when he jerks, crying out in pain. Forces it down. He holds Gale's arm and doesn't stop pouring until he runs through the entire jar. "Shh," he says, and it isn't enough, nothing could be enough. "Shh, Buck, it's okay."

Gale's body kicks against his chair. Slumps, eyes shutting. He's hasn't got enough fight left in him to break John's grip: he isn't eating, isn't sleeping, and now this. John's never seen him like this before. Not once in his life.

"Did good, Gale, huh?" John says. Presses his lips to the fire-hot skin of his forehead, slumping too. "Did good."

[carlyraejepsans]

Do you fw butch Sans, nothing changes about his appearance but he's butch now

do i—i'm sorry do i fuck with butch sans?? do i????

[chris-prank]

I need the crossover rn. The guys fighting over the same reader, who is winning? Who has the upper hand upon all? Who could share if given the case?

Sorry for all the Esteban simps, but he'd be the first out😔 Like my guy is put against a mad scientist, an android and a skilled hunter. He didn’t stand a single chance. 

That may come to a surprise to some, but I don’t think Dr. Seraph wouldn’t win either. He would definitely last way longer than Esteban, having literal mass destruction weapons at his disposal, but he still isn’t very good at fighting. He would be disarmed by Atlas popping up behind him or by a perfectly lined shot from Martin. 

So the last contestants would be Martin and Atlas. I can't decide who would be the final winner between the two, since they both are pretty capable. Atlas can download all the knowledge he needs about combat, as infinite stamina, and he can keep going with missing limbs, making him a ruthless opponent. On the other hand, Martin is a literal bounty hunter that lived through an apocalypse and a scarily good tactician. Watching them fight would be out of a thriller, with them stalking each other like predators. 

In the end, it would all come down to chance, to the first one that makes a small mistake. 

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For the sharing part, I'm sorry to announce that none of them would be willing to share. They all want you for themselves and hate the idea that you'd have eyes for someone else.  

[bewareofthenewphannie]

Tonberry? I think I missed something in the dnp lore if you could explain lol /nf

oh dearest anon, be prepared to be emotionally damaged.

in 2009 phil gifted dan a tonberry plushie for christmas and dan had the absolutely most adorable reaction to it:

now, as you can see in this iconic post, they've kept this plushie throughout the years. now comes the worst part though.

in the phouse IT HAS ITS OWN SPOT ON A SHELF IN THE OFFICE along with a bunch of other important/sentimental stuff. like, it looks like the spot in that shelf was specifically designed for it and I'm feeling very unwell about it.

sorry for the horrific quality of that screenshot. i took it from this devastating gifset because i didn't want to search for the exact moment but iirc it's from the first new heartthrob video

[dairy-farmer]

Got a cute idea I totally didn't steal from twitter.

When Tim became Robin he had all these different ideas on what he'd be doing to help Batman. He didn't take into account that Bruce refuses to let another kid get hurt on his watch, and so he doesn't give him the combat focused Robin training and tells him that he's only allowed to be Robin in the cave.

Tim ends up doing everything Oracle did in canon (Joker missed, like a bitch) and Bruce gets Nightwing and Batgirl to help him on the field. Tim wanted a uniform so they compromised and made him custom Robin pajamas that he could use. He also ends up moving into the manor and his parents don't notice.

The idea of Bruce seeing this tiny adorable baby kid and deciding to both keep him and treat him as such tickles my brain. Alfred also babies him pretty strongly and Tim doesn't notice that it's not normal, he's too busy enjoying the attention.

tim getting taken in and made a little computer assistant!!! because bruce doesn't want to risk losing his robin again <3