#billy yaps

[chaosdotorg]

me whenever my dads start arguing over dumb shit in front of me again

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[mh2o29]

tfw you have to call your girlfriend's house to talk to her girlfriend (who is also your boyfriends girlfriend) so you can get your boyfriend released from jail...

(click for better quality PLEASE I beg you)

under the tab are other versions of the drawing so click if you wanna see him with no shirt on .....wait what who said that.....

yall i don't even know how to explain this one i was possessed and controlled by the urge to draw stu macher all pretty and posed like this,,,, so i like when men are pretty SUE ME

credits to @atitanbitch for the idea to include Sid and Tatum in the little bubble and @powderedbleach for reminding me about THE ROBEEEE OH and ofc @harleykeenervarient for sending me the photo reference I used in the first place yall rock <3

included below are alternate versions of this drawing that I was having some fun with mwuahaha that includes no shirt, no shirt plus some ~shweed~ and also ofc trans version bc cmon

alright thats all for now.... thats my cue to slink back into the void until I return with another art drop BYEEEEEE

[karaeilishh]

ᝰ.ᐟ grip b. eilish

"billie, billie!" you grip a fistful of her blonde hair tighter, already tangled from your grip. your nails scratched at her scalp while her tongue was buried in your pussy. you don't remember how many times you've come on her face, but she was too insatiable today.

knees on either side of her head, you can barely feel your legs anymore. just her mouth fucking your pussy perfectly. it was so much and so little at the same time, your head was literally exploding. "i-i can't take this anymore.." your free hand grips the headboard tighter as you try to keep your balance.

"one more time, you can do it." she breaks away from you for a second, sucking with renewed vigor on the sensitive bundle of nerves and moans into your flesh. vibrations. you tug at her hair, not knowing if you're trying to pull her closer or push her away.

her hands grip your hips tightly, you feel her long sharp nails digging into your soft skin. fuck, it hurt so much, but it felt so good

billie couldn't control herself as your body started shaking harder and you fell apart on her tongue once again, covering her lips, her chin, the entire lower half of her face with another portion of cum. and her face had never looked so pleased

you fall onto the bed, breathing heavily. your chest rises, and you don't even notice how she ends up between your legs again. she runs her fingertips along the inside of your thigh, causing an instant reaction from your body. you whine when you feel her breath on your pussy. "billie, i can't take it anymore, i really can't.."

she runs her tongue along your slit, making you lift your hips and only press yourself harder against her face, which only makes things worse. "you know the safe word" she waits a few seconds, waiting for you to say it, but you just bite your bottom lip, looking into her lustful eyes. "i knew it"

"now shut up and take everything i give you like a good girl"

tags - @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxeb, @hopingforgoodblogs

[radiance1]

Danny often felt tired, as of late.

He wasn't certain as to why he did, though. It happened after his, apparent, coronation as the Prince of the Infinite Realms and after finally getting a boyfriend out of that damsel in distress who made him into one.

Which was unfortunate, because though he may try, it was very hard to pay attention on dates when Danny felt he just came from using the Ecto-Skeleton and no amount of sleep would make it go away. Fortunately, however, Billy was very understanding and accommodating of his plight, letting him sleep on him whenever he wanted and having their dates be less mentally/physically demanding things.

Man, Danny loved his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was away on one of his Justice League mission things.

Another thing he noticed, is that he liked to sleep in more cold places now. Very, very cold places.

So much so, that he genuinely debated moving to the Far Frozen if not for his parents turning his room into a literal walk-in freezer for him.

Did he ever find out why he needs to sleep so much? No, not really. But man.

Danny could go down for a nap right now.

---

Pariah was having a good, very good day.

He woke up, stretched, ate some food he didn't actually need to, did some light exercises after aeons of not using his sword and just fighting in general and sat down for some tea.

Even had a letter from the Master of Time with a P.S that two humans would be busting down his door!

Wait what-

"Ghost King!" Came the rather loud, effeminate shout accompanying the loud slam of his castle doors. "Where is our son!"

Honestly, Pariah is impressed by the lungs on that human.

"You heard her!" He looked down calmly at the... Actually, what in the infinite is that? Since when did humans go walking around with cannons??? "Tell us where our son is our so help me! Ghost King or not we'll exorcise you right where you stand!"

Pariah blinked slowly, very, very slowly.

Then took a sip of his favorite ghost blend then calmly placed the cup back down.

"You must be the boy's, human, parents I presume?" He asked calmly, gaze sweeping over them both. They seemed to be prepared for war, a burning fire in their eyes as they stared down the very King of Infinity and saw only an obstacle.

Oooooh, how that made the part of him that longed, sung for battle purr in sheer delight.

"Why don't you join me for tea?" He said, waving a hand and conjuring forth two extra, human sized, chairs on the opposing end of his table alongside two more tea cups. "And explain whatever is going on, while you're at it."

The two shared a glance between each other, then slowly lowered their weapons down to a point where they could still draw them at a moment's notice, yet not actively antagonizing the king at the same time-

Oh, he just loves these types of mortals.

-before slowly making their way to their seats, which were right next to each other of course. Married and whatnot.

"Tea?" He flicked a finger, filling their cups with the same that was in his cup but before remembering. "Ah, right. Human and your mortality." He casually mentioned, flicking his finger and changing the liquid to one of the few mortal blends he could still recall. "Worry not, for they are not poisoned." He chuckled lightly.

Honestly, doing such a thing would be beneath him, especially when faced with mortals of such fire.

"Now," He brought his cup to his lips. "Why don't you inform me as to what, exactly, has brought you to my doorstep prepared for battle?"

They, once more, exchanged a glance between each other, making sure the king was still in sight before Maddie opened her lips.

"Our son is missing."

---

The summoning was a success.

A terrible, terrible success.

One that the Justice League, One John Constantine especially, had valiantly attempted to stop.

But, unfortunately, once it got going it seemed to be incapable of stopping.

Faced with an entity being summoned from the Infinite Realms, they had called all of the heroes who were capable that weren't occupied. Shazam, unfortunately, was one of said heroes occupied.

Superman and Wonderwoman? Were not. So, at the very least, they had two of their heaviest hitters available.

The circle glowed a toxic green, growing and growing in glow until it reached its zenith.

Then was snuffed out as brightly as it glowed.

The air stilled, followed by a chill that rivaled the chilliest of snowstorms as if they were standing within one that very moment.

The next moment?

Ice.

Pure, unflinching, jagged pillars of ice rose from the circle the same moment it glow returned. Sticking out from the circle haphazardly and nearly impaling those that stood too close.

Mist, thick, blue mist. Rolled from the pillars of ice, descending down onto the floor with a gentleness that was almost deceptive if not occupied by such cold and being completely and utterly unnatural as it was.

The Justice League readied themselves.

[liverralonee]

I posted this a while ago and i finally found the clip

it’s in the collectors version of the DVD in the commentary and i love it SO MUCH .

[chrissv4mp]

so why don't you stick that tongue inside me right now???

[14dayswithyou]

Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol

⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^

"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.

You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!

Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!

"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.

[n0vazsq]

Wildflower | FC43 x Reader

pairing . . . franco colapinto x reader

summary . . . You confront Franco about your past heartbreaks, and together, you two choose to move forward, healing in each other's love

request . . . kind of!

word count . . . 1.3k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . well this took me some time!! hope you guys like it <3

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The night was unusually quiet, the kind of stillness that made the world feel smaller, as if everything beyond the dimly lit streets had faded into a forgotten dream. You walked side by side with Franco, the cool air catching on your skin, your steps syncing without either of you trying.

The tension between you had grown like an unspoken shadow, a presence you both felt but never named.

Franco’s hand brushed yours, but it wasn’t the touch that lingered, it was the weight of everything unsaid. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, were distant tonight, clouded with memories that didn’t belong to you.

You couldn’t help but ask, softly, "Do you still think about her?"

He paused mid step, his breath catching. The silence stretched out, but you refused to look away. Franco always had a way of hiding in plain sight, his heart buried beneath layers of charm and laughter. But tonight, the walls felt thinner.

"I don’t want to," he finally whispered, his voice almost lost to the wind. "But… she’s still there. In the back of my mind."

The confession hung between you, heavy with the weight of things left behind. You should’ve known better than to ask. Should’ve known that the past had a way of clinging to the present, like rain that never quite dried.

But you couldn’t help it. You had to know where you stood in the echo of someone else’s love story.

"I see her sometimes," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Not in a way that I want to. It’s just… reminders. Songs. Places."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the words of a song swirling in your mind. Did I cross the line?

"She was crying on my shoulder once," you whispered, the memory surfacing like a ghost. "That night in July. Before… before you and I."

Franco looked up, his eyes searching yours. "That wasn’t… it wasn’t what it seemed."

But you knew it had been. That moment had bridged the gap between you two, had drawn you closer in a way neither of you had planned. But it also left you wondering, wondering if you were a replacement, a chapter written to cover up the last.

"I don’t need to be reminded that you love me," you said, your voice trembling. "But I need to know if I’m the one you see now. Or if it’s still her."

He stepped closer, the space between you dissolving. "You’re not a replacement," he murmured, his voice raw. "You’re… you’re different. She and I let go. We fell apart. You know that."

"But it doesn’t feel like it’s gone," you whispered. "Not completely."

The streetlights cast long shadows as he reached out, his hand gently cradling your face. "I don’t see her when I look at you. I see everything I want. But I can’t erase the past. I wish I could."

His words were honest, too honest, and they broke something in you. Not because he didn’t love you, but because love wasn’t always enough to clear away old ghosts.

You wanted to be the wildflower that grew in the ruins, not a reminder of what once was.

"Valentine’s day," you muttered, tears welling. "I was crying in that hotel. I didn’t tell you why."

Franco’s eyes softened. "Why?"

"Because I could feel it," you said, the words spilling out like a confession. "I could feel that part of you was still with her."

He closed his eyes, as if the weight of it all was too much to bear. "I didn’t mean to hurt you."

"I know," you whispered. "But it still did."

The silence stretched between you again, but this time, it was different. The weight was shared, the pain no longer hidden. Franco’s thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

"I want to put it behind me," he said, his voice low, almost pleading. "I want us to be enough."

You searched his eyes, looking for something you couldn’t name. "Do you see her in my eyes? When you touch me, when you kiss me, when you hug me… do you think of her?"

He shook his head, his voice breaking. "No. It’s you. It’s always been you. Even when I didn’t know it."

The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of rain. For a moment, the world felt suspended, as if the past and present had collided and left you both standing in the wreckage. But there was something beautiful in the brokenness.

A wildflower blooming through the cracks.

Franco leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "I don’t want to lose you."

You closed your eyes, the ache in your chest softening. "Then don’t."

He kissed you, and for the first time, it felt like a promise, not of forgetting, but of moving forward. The past might linger in the shadows, but it didn’t have to define you. Not anymore.

As the rain began to fall, you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the storm wash away the remains of what once was. Maybe good things didn’t always last, but sometimes, the best things grew from the ruins.

The rain fell harder, each drop a reminder of how fragile everything was. How love, like a wildflower, could be crushed under the weight of a storm or bloom defiantly through it.

Franco’s arms tightened around you, his heartbeat steady against your ear. You held onto that rhythm, grounding yourself in the present moment, in the warmth of his embrace, in the silent promise that neither of you dared to say aloud.

"We can’t change what happened," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain. "But I can choose what happens next. And I choose you."

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. The storm had stripped away the masks you both wore, leaving only raw, honest vulnerability between you. It was terrifying, and beautiful.

"I’m scared," you admitted, your voice trembling. "Scared that one day, I won’t be enough. That the past will always be there, like a shadow."

He reached up, tucking a rain soaked strand of hair behind your ear. "The past will always be a part of me. Of us. But it doesn’t have to define us." His gaze softened, a small, almost broken smile playing on his lips. "You’re not a shadow. You’re the light that’s pulling me out of it."

The words settled into your heart, planting seeds of hope you hadn’t realized you needed. Maybe love wasn’t about erasing the past but learning to grow around it, like vines that twist through ruins, turning something broken into something beautiful.

"I don’t want to keep looking back," you whispered, your voice steadier now. "I want to build something new. With you."

Franco’s eyes lit up, the storm in them clearing just a little. "Then let’s start now."

He leaned in again, this time the kiss was slower, deeper, an unspoken promise. As the rain soaked through your clothes, you felt the weight of the past finally begin to lift. It would always be there, lingering in the corners of your story, but it didn’t have to be the ending. It didn’t have to be the thing that broke you.

You pulled back, breathless, and smiled. "Wildflowers grow after the storm, you know."

Franco laughed softly, his forehead pressing against yours. "Then let’s see what we can grow."

Together, hand in hand, you walked through the rain, leaving the past behind, step by step, heartbeat by heartbeat. Maybe it wouldn’t be easy. Maybe the ghosts would never completely vanish.

But you had each other. And sometimes, that was enough to turn ruins into wildflowers.

And maybe, just maybe, you were finally ready to bloom.

[chaosdotorg]

[ he appears out of thin air and explains the whole fucking thing because i think itd be funny if he did. ]

Pai, do you have that skibidi rizz? >:3

“I… I’m sorry, what?”

[an-artistic-failure]

People don’t seem to like when I am self-deprecating and it is WEIRD 🤨

Like what don’t you get guys this is PEAK COMEDY

[chaosdotorg]

" guess who decided to play in traffic and now has to use crutches for a while! "

" HEEYHEYHEY. WHY ARE YOU TELLING THEM. "

" thats the,,, 14th time youve been hit by a car in the time ive known you! "

" WHY DO YOU SOUND SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT-?! "

" 14 is my lucky number!! "

[windybluebelles]

More people should play around with what time the Fawcett City time bubble thing happened.

The most often ones I’ve seen are, 1960s, 1950s or 1930s.

Yeah, we love those. They’re the most canon compliant and have good comedy potential already.

Id like to propose some other years that would be funny.

Early 2000s, just early enough that the kids would have understood technology and know they don’t and they’re really annoyed.

1970s, not much different but it gives Billy the chance to meet some people’s parents and do some wild stuff.

“Oh Martha Wayne? I remember her, we smoked crack together.” (Drugs can’t effect him as Captain Marvel it’s fine guys)

1940s, I’m talking early 40s, I want them kids growing up on RATIONS.

1915ish, guys i want them to catch the Spanish Flu. Because I hate them.

Anytime before the 20th Century, it can be the literal end of the 1800s, it can be Ancient Greece. Idgaf, it would be hilarious. Cap just starts talking about the actual plague or some shit, AWSOME.

Listen, I believe that Fawcett is weird enough that we can get away with saying that it wasn’t even originally in America. Put them fuckers is Wales and have them be close friends with Merlin, have them be ancient Romans, Egyptian would be funny with the whole Black Adam shit, let them be from like the middle of fucking Asia or some shit.

Guys please it’s so funny to imagine geographers trying to explain why a random town actually just appears in Philadelphia and none of them speak English.

[chaosdotorg]

" uh, yeah. . . i dont know whats going on. "

[ hes actually acting his age for once. it seems weird to see him acting so immature in a way thats more emotional and actually 8-year old like, rather than the insulting immature he usually was. ]

" is everyone okay? "

[ hes very awkwardly standing, rather crumpled, with his hands in his pockets. hes alone. ]

" . . . jakey? whats goin' on? "

[ he seems genuinely confused for once. like the little kid he undeniably is. ]

- [ @colossalbilly ]

(THE NICKNAME NNAAOAOAOAOAOOO)

“…whatthefuckisgoingon..,”

“Eh? What do you mean.?”

“Do you mean.. steven.. or-?”

[He sounds so concerned and worried.,]

“..are YOU alright..?”

[karaeilishh]

You Were a Dream b. eilish

a/n - mommy said she associates me with this song

"i love you...i just..." she proceeds to bestow upon you a series of wet kisses, almost whimpering when all that rolls off her tongue is your name and a desperate "i love you." tears almost run down her cheeks as she tastes you on her tongue, the smell of your perfume, your soft skin under her fingertips. "billie..."

she bites your neck, effectively silencing you. "you don't gotta love me," she whispers, tracing her fingers down your body, between your legs. she slowly removes your underwear, leaving you completely naked in front of her. "we don't have to speak"

her fingers gently part your legs, eliciting a visceral response from you. a faint smile plays on her lips as she observes that your body is still reacting to her. is it excitement or fear? "tell me, do you trust me?"

she gazes into your eyes with a penetrating intensity, her irises seeming to engulf you in an ocean of depth. you remain motionless, merely lying beneath her, unable to utter a word. "it's okay..."

"cause i don't even trust me," her fingers slowly pulling your folds apart and collecting your wetness. you immediately react to her touch and arch your back. "please..."

she immediately complies, inserting two fingers inside you and increasing the pace of her movements. "i am willing to do anything you desire," she traces your breasts with her lips, gently caressing your skin as if it were the most coveted dessert.

her fingers curl at precisely the optimal angle, her thumb simultaneously circling your clit and intensifying the stimulation. making your body turn to plasticine in her hands, under her touch. she is unable to possess you fully. you are similarly unable to love her in return.

tags: @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough,@n0vabug, @bleachxbunny

[bluemerakis]

Him and his slutty stares GRR GRR