#bo bio

[sunsetsands]

Had a thought earlier yesterday about how a one-legged animal would work, which lead to me drawing this horrid thing:

But I decided to do more work with the idea after that because I have chronic worldbuilder’s disease and am simply incapable of making anything not needlessly complicated.

The first step was to set the properties of the world they live in. The general rundown is that it has very low gravity, is very jagged and rocky, and has probably not had life on it for a very long time. Think one of the earlier periods where animals had just moved onto land on Earth. It’s like that, but with ridiculous spring things.

The creature design parts came after that. I drew up some earlier aquatic life, presumably all descended from a spirillum-like multicellular worm thing, which all move through the water by rotating themselves like drills. This probably wouldn’t be the only group of aquatic animal in this world, but it’s the most important for the one-legged creature, since it is descended from one of these (probably the one on the bottom left).

I then went into more depth with the one-legged animal itself, drawing out its method of movement as well as some internal anatomy, though the organs are not very well done. I should probably try to get more practice with that.

I also did some other terrestrial creatures with non-bounce-based ways of getting around.

All of this is probably incredibly unrealistic, but at least it’s fun to do.

[liviatrivia]

I saw your “Year on the Run” Satine outfit art and I was wondering if you plan to make similar outfit art for Bo-Katan that led up to her joining Death Watch as a kid?

Honestly I wasn’t but for you dear anon I have made two

Bo’s age is so vague in canon so I’m not really sure how old she is here. Maybe 12-14?

Left side is pre-Death Watch and right side is after

I didn’t feel like doing armor so Bo only gets vambraces and a blaster

She’s a little bit taller in the 2nd one bc a year went by

Extra Bo & Satine sketches from a while ago under the cut

Don’t listen to All Things End by Hozier when thinking ab these two :(

[cdr2002]

Mortal Kombat Odyssey Bio: Shujinko

Born in the village of Lianhua, Shujinko was raised hearing stories of the heroes of Earthrealm. The Thunder God Raiden, the Great Kung Lao, a warrior who the young boy deeply admired, and the living legend of his hometown, the Outworld martial arts master Bo’ Rai Cho.

An orphan, Shujinko was essentially raised by the community collectively, and would frequently ask to hear more of these stories from any adult willing.

He eagerly took in the tales of various battles against the forces of Outworld, and in particular, the sinister sorcerer Shang Tsung.

Shujinko admired the warriors of the Order of Light who trained in the village, dreaming of becoming a hero of Earthrealm like and defend his realm from those who would threaten it and the freedom of its people.

He shared this dream with many of his peers, including his best friend Apep. The lot of them would often play-act great battles in Earthrealm history, with Shujinko holding a particular fondness for assuming the role of the Great Kung Lao.

To pursue his goal, Shujinko volunteered to train in martial arts and self defense under Master Bo’ Rai Cho, deeply honored and excited to learn under the tutelage of his local hero, especially since Apep and many of his other friends were training with him.

However, despite his aspirations, Shujinko was restricted from leaving the high walls of his village. Lianhua, due to being a prominent place of residence for Bo’ Rai Cho, would occasionally fall victim to attacks by Outworld forces under order from the Emperor Shao Kahn to assassinate the fighting master as punishment for his desertion of the tyrant’s empire, and to put an end to his ability to train Earthrealm warriors.

Bo’ Rai Cho was more than capable of defending himself however, and with aid from the village’s guards, these attacking forces never managed to breach the gates. Occasionally the more stealthy assassin or spy would get through, but they would be swiftly sent running back to Outworld by Bo’ Rai Cho himself.

The villagers did their best not to live in fear, and and tried to inspire hope in the children. The attacks and the faith his elders had in him further drove Shujinko’s desire to become a hero.

But he could not go out into the world. He was too young. Bo’ Rai Cho felt that he wasn’t ready to go out into the world, not capable of defending himself against any threats he might face.

So the young Shujinko was stuck. He tried not to let it bother him, but it did get to him at times. He started to wonder if he would ever achieve his dreams.

One day, the answer came to him in a flash of light.

A glowing mystical orb named Damashi appeared beofre the 13 year old boy. He claimed to be an emissary of the Elder Gods, here to seek Shujinko’s aid for a grand quest that would take him across the realms to gather ancient artifacts known as the Kamidogu.

Though initially hesitant, Shujinko was overcome by the excitement, the recognition, the adventure, the possibilities.

Shujinko eagerly accepted, and to assist in his quest, he was granted the power to take on the skills and powers of other warriors and make them his own.

With this, he could achieve his dreams.

Author’s note: The full story of Shujinko’s adventure will be told in my upcoming story, Mortal Kombat: Odyssey Across the Realms, which you’ll be able to find on my fanfic.net: https://m.fanfiction.net/u/13042529/

I will make another post when the story officially starts.

Alternate colors

[urban-jester]

the inevitable document writing phase for this au is underway (also au name reveal ig)

[karokawwo]

so since I put hellebore in kf naturally kaiho has to be there too (he'd be openly going by camilo unlike in ts) and I'm trying to figure out whether he's their foster dad or their boss who looks after her like she's his kid

[zo1nkss]

oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit h eps drop at midnight tonight my time I'm stoooooooked

Forewarning I'm struggling a lot to keep up with tags so if you're not able to watch the episode when it airs you will probably get a guaranteed day (or two) of roughly consistent tagging as opposed to the three day buffer I'd like to give. The first episodes I did fine with but my memory is subject to AuDHD and CPTSD symptoms among other things, so if its a concern for you then maybe unfollowing would be best for the time being!!!

[rapidhighway]

Czemu riviva jest taka kurwa niedobra, nie ma soków w biedrze żadnych dobrych istg

[bspoquemagazine]

DEEP FOREST - ecoLogicStudio’s installation in Denmark

Prof Claudia Pasquero and Dr Marco Poletto are the founders of architecture and design innovation firm ecoLogicStudio. Together with academic partner Innsbruck University, they present their latest installation Deep Forest.

Prof Claudia Pasquero and Dr Marco Poletto are the founders of architecture and design innovation firm ecoLogicStudio. Together with academic partner Innsbruck University, they present their latest installation Deep Forest. It is part of the exhibition “Living Structures” held at the renowned Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Denmark. The exhibition runs from November 8th, 2024 to March 23rd,…

[sbnkalny]

Listen. when i first saw that, I write in my resume and I am a Nuro/Bio-Hacker from bos

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Bea Pelletier is based on Bo Peep from Toy Story. She is a 31 year old imaginary friend, antique store employee, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power producing light. Bea Pelletier is portrayed by Rebecca Rittenhouse and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

She wasn’t a toy. She wasn’t a human. She was a story. Crafted by Andy’s words weaving a tale of his sister’s lamp and his own toys in their amazing adventures. Everything started off small. At first, she was a toy lamp that could move, acting out everything that Andy included in Molly's stories. With every new adventure told, something changed inside of Bea, from suddenly having feelings as a toy to slowly becoming human. Although, she never fully was one but she felt close. She adapted easily to the life around Evermore, quickly finding a job at the antique store - after all who could know more about antiques than an antique lamp. Bea knew she wasn't the only one from the stories who had appeared in Evemore but staying close to them wasn’t that easy with so many things to experience, especially Woody; something about him had changed. So Bea made her own life outside of Andy's stories, after all she’d never been his toy. Over the years, when her humanity kept growing and the imaginary parts of her faded away, Bea noticed that things were changing in Evermore. Almost everything changed and that brought a mystery to the otherwise quiet life she’d built. Bea didn’t like the sudden appearances of strangers and inexplicable occurrences, but at least it kept everything exciting. For so long, she had lived within the confines of a story that wasn't even about her and now she was finally the one in charge of what happened in her life. She relished in the change of her every day but hated the thought of anything threatening it. Now that she had her own life, she was ready to protect it and live every single minute to the fullest. With an ear on the ground, Bea knows everything that’s going on, but as long as it doesn’t affect her she’ll turn a blind eye to it all.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Charlotte La Bouff: Money knows money when it see’s it and there was no one better for the job than Lottie. Whenever Bo needs someone to tell her if the product is vintage designer Lottie is called. ❀ Kaya Kloken: Baking her way into people’s hearts was the exactly the way Bo would describe Maya. Finding a kinship in the sweet desserts the other made, stealing bites whenever she can. ❀ Thomas O'Malley: Nobody’s as charming as someone that knows just how much charisma they have, and O'Malley is full of it. Between flirty laughs and funny jokes Bo’s found a friend in that old cat.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[musemuseum]

Bo Shaffer | Bio

Name: Bo Angus Shaffer Nicknames: Face Claim: Chord Overstreet Pronouns: he/him Age: 24 DoB: July 16 Orientation: heterosexual Occupation: rancher/farmer Personality (+): animal lover, humble, faithful, hard-working Personality (-): over-protective, workaholic, forgetful, competitive Biography: Bo is the only child of Angus Shaffer and Loraina Mason, and works on the family ranch/farm. He has been taking on more responsiblities around the ranch in preparation to take over full ownership when his father retires. Bo is extremely caring when it comes to the animals, and over-protective of his cousin.

[shadowedge0-blog]

This is FANTASTIC!!!!!!

Inner child, inner gem.

Some promo art for chapter 14 of my fic, The Heart of a Star!

[pupsmailbox]

ROBOT ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　aerobot.　agatha.　ai.　alan.　alethea.　alexia.　algernon.　alistair.　alpha.　amaryllis.　ambrose.　androbot.　androic.　andromeda.　angelica.　antenna.　arabella.　araminta.　arcade.　auto.　automaton.　axel.　axis.　badnik.　bionel.　bolt.　byte.　care.　celline.　cello.　chip.　chipique.　clank.　cloniste.　clonoid.　cobot.　codelle.　cole.　curiosity.　cy.　cyber.　cybette.　cybion.　cypher.　data.　dell.　della.　delpha.　delta.　digi.　dot.　droid.　droidess.　droidis.　dronette.　echo.　elektra.　euna.　eva.　eve.　fritz.　giga.　gizmo.　glitch.　grey.　gynoid.　helix.　holo.　holodir.　hydra.　ida.　jet.　kaput.　kinect.　krudzu.　linion.　mac.　mace.　machibella.　machina.　mal.　malware.　mation.　mech.　mecha.　mechael.　mechan．ace.　metal.　metalia.　metalish.　micro.　motherboard.　motor.　nano.　neo.　nucleus.　nyquist.　orbit.　parallel.　pip.　pixel.　prime.　primus.　proto.　quantum.　radar.　radius.　ram.　ray.　reflect.　reflectette.　robo.　robonaut.　rusty.　satellite.　scrappy.　selsyn.　sentiex.　servo.　shard.　siri.　solar.　sonar.　spark.　sparkie.　sparky.　sputnik.　steele.　sterling.　stochastic.　synchro.　synie.　synthett.　talus.　terra.　tin.　tink.　tobor.　ultramarine.　ultron.　unimate.　unit.　virus.　waldo.　zip.

PRONOUNS ⌇　00/00.　01/01.　0101/0101.　11/11.　1010/1010.　10110/101.　ai/ai.　algo/algorithm.　android/android.　app/app.　auto/auto.　auto/automated.　auto/automaton.　axis/axi.　beep/boop.　bio/bionic.　bio/bioplastic.　blast/blast.　bo/bot.　bolt/bolt.　bot/bot.　buffer/buffer.　byte/byte.　cell/cell.　chaos/chaos.　chi/chip.　click/click.　clo/clone.　code/code.　coil/recoil.　command/command.　compute/computer.　core/core.　cyb/cyborg.　cyber/cyber.　data/data.　dev/device.　device/device.　dig/digital.　digi/digital.　droi/droid.　droid/droid.　e/exe.　electric/electric.　entry/entries.　exo/exoskeleton.　gear/gear.　gli/glitch.　glitch/glitch.　hack/hack.　ho/holo.　holo/holo.　hologram/hologram.　in/install.　intra/intranet.　link/link.　machi/machine.　mal/malfunction.　mal/malware.　mech/mech.　mecha/mechanical.　mechanic/mechanic.　metal/metal.　metro/metro.　motor/motor.　neo/neo.　neon/neon.　nuclear/nuclear.　propeller/propeller.　radar/radar.　retro/retro.　robo/robo.　robo/robot.　robot/robot.　rubber/rubber.　satellite/satellite.　sca/scan.　shard/shard.　shine/shiny.　signal/signal.　solar/solar.　steel/steel.　stem/stem.　swi/switch.　syn/synth.　syn/synthetic.　tech/tech.　techno/techno.　test/test.　text/text.　turing/turing.　vi/viru.　web/site.　web/web.　whirr/whirr.　wi/wifi.　wire/wire.　wired/wired.　⚙️/⚙️.　🔧/🔧.　🔩/🔩.　🛠//🛠.　🤖/🤖.

[ohimsummer]

BAD HABIT ft. BULLY! SATOSUGU

— minors dni, perverted!+bully! satosugu, uh light fluff? (mostly in the bonus?), mostly satoru x reader, fantasizing about smut (gojo), prob inaccurate college rep idc <3, pet names (princess, darling), explicit language, suggestive comments, some recording/photography, one mention of blackmail

summary; suffering exhaustion beneath a pile of college projects and exams wasn’t enough, now you’re stuck tutoring the most annoying men in the world. couldn’t hurt to take a little nap during it

wc 3.1k ??

The last few weeks have been long, nerve-wracking. It seems all your professors have co-conspired together to drop some kind of test or project, all worth a large portion of the grade and all due in the next month. Your nightly 8 hours of sleep have dwindled to a measly four, and of course, to top it all off, now your Bio Chem teacher has donned you the responsibility of tutoring Gojo and Geto indefinitely.

They had to have something to do with this, you just know it. Call it a wild hunch but there’s no way, of all the people in that class, a lot of which have higher grades than yours, that the professor would ask you to tutor Gojo and Geto. Maybe they slipped a few hundreds in the teacher’s hand or appealed to his emotions. Knowing the theatrics of Gojo, he probably gave the man big, puppy-dog eyes and crocodile tears during his fake pleas of ‘please, sir, we really want to pass this class!’.

A light knock on your door drags you out of your thoughts, followed by the familiar voice of a white-haired pest. “Knock, knock!”

You’ve been dreading 5PM since yesterday, the time they, and reluctantly you, had agreed on. Demanding they come to your dorm was akin to putting acid on your tongue, but going over to theirs like Geto’d offered would be like walking into the lion’s den.

They await you within the hall, and Gojo perks up immediately at the sight of you. He unwraps himself from Geto’s shoulders, and your suspicions that they don’t really need your knowledge only grow when you notice they’re both empty-handed, not a book or worksheet or even a flash card in sight. Though you can’t dwell on it for too long as Gojo’s immediately barging into the room.

“Princess, good to see ya!,” comes his boisterous greeting. “Nice place ya got here.” Entwined in his teasing compliment is a conniving tone; Gojo examines the various pink decor of your bedroom. “Should come by more often.”

“Negative.,” you snap with furrowed brows, terse and patience already wearing thin at Geto’s languid pace through the door.

He nears Gojo to study the photo album adorning your tack board, leaving you to prepare by getting out the needed textbooks. You ignore their childish whispers, giggles, points at the various pictures that contain you and your friends, though it causes a bout of unease to settle in your stomach. Hopping onto the tall bed, you scoot until your back’s to the wall, placing down a recently-made stack of notes and the class’s assigned textbooks. It’s a short hunt for the page you desire, somewhere lost in the middle because this professor jumped from subject to subject so often.

You clear your throat to signal it’s time to begin. “Okay. So–“

Already you’re off to a bad start as the textbook disappears from your grasp, now suspended above Gojo’s head, far out of your reach. “This looks super bo-oring!”

You spring away from the sheets, landing with a soft ‘thud’ and instantly move to crush his feet, or kick his knees in, or have him hunched over with a punch to the stomach, but your movements are halted by Geto’s sudden grasp on your waist. Head jerking to the side, you shoot him your deadliest stare, nails steadily sinking into his unfortunately clothed forearms.

“Let go.,” you bark and he doesn’t move a muscle.

“Pft. Aren’t you adorable?,” he murmurs into your neck, tone bathed in condescension. “Just relax, he’s joking.” Against your wriggling and squirming, Geto backsteps to the shiny wooden desk in your room, still clinging to your waist. “Have a seat, it’d do you some good to calm down a little.”

And before you know it, he’s descending into the cool comfort of your chair, dragging you with him to rest in his lap. Gojo slams the book shut and approaches your restrained, restless form, grinning wildly the whole time. He pushes you back to recline atop his friend, thoroughly amused at your continuous flailing. A round of delighted laughter leaves Gojo’s lips, especially at the childish kick of your legs that don’t reach the floor from your position.

“Would you let fucking go of me?,” you huff between grunts, only to be met with Geto’s thoughtful hum.

“I might when you relax.,” he finally speaks.

You twist around in Geto’s lap to jab an enraged finger at his broad chest, a disdainful scowl painted across your features. “Did you two come here to play, or did you come here to learn?”

Gojo reaches out to ruffle your hair, smirking when you slap his hand away. The book precariously wobbling on his fingertips begins to fall, caught by him at the last minute before it hits the floor. “Can’t we do a little bit of both?”

Your toes brush the rug as you scramble forward in Geto’s lap, promptly ignoring the growing hardness you feel on your behind. “If you two aren’t gonna take this seriously then get out of my room.”

Geto chuckles as Gojo heaves out a loud sigh, and holds the textbook out to you. “Fine, jeez, you’re such a little buzzkill.”

You leap up from Geto’s lap and snatch it back. “Shut the hell up and sit down.”

Tension seeps away as they obey without question. Geto claims your swiveling desk chair as Gojo flops down on the huge, pink carpet covering majority of the floor, and you settle back onto the bed, flip again to the designated page and begin going over your plans for today’s tutoring session. You can feel two pairs of eyes burning into you, but opt to just concentrate on dumbing down the material for them.

Gojo zones out immediately as you dive into the information. Ocean blue eyes catch onto the curves and dips of your body and admire the cute loungewear you have on. Snug, white shorts that hug your skin and ride up the crease of your plush thighs. He studies the curve of your ass long enough to realize he can spot pink panties barely showing through the translucent fabric. With the way you’re sitting, knees midway pulled to your chest, Gojo can see the outline of your pussy, and blood rushes to his dick as his mind goes haywire. Gojo visualizes a different scenario, one where he spikes that stupid textbook into the floor and fucks you senseless. He can imagine perfectly the look on your face as he pins you to a mattress, voice wavering through false bravado as you whine through plump lips at him to move. Complaining even though your rounded thighs are rubbing together to ease the ache of your cunt, a damp spot forming in the crotch of your shorts as Gojo peppers kisses along your neck. The view of your beautiful tits with perked nipples rubbing against his chest and driving Gojo insane until he rips the thin layers off, both the panties and shorts together to leave your glistening pussy bare for him, ready to be ravaged and abused by his cock–

“Gojo.” He hears his name, but it’s like someone calling him underwater. “Gojo.”

A sharp kick in the ribs and he’s at full attention. Geto snickers at him, still swiveling back and forward in the leather chair, and Gojo looks over to meet your sharp dagger of a glare over the textbook.

“It’d be nice if you could focus on me and not waste my time.,” you sigh in utter annoyance.

Gojo grins that boyish smile, one that makes you want slap it off his face but maybe also makes your heart stutter a tad. “Oh-ho, babe, I‘m always focused on you.”

His statement brings a warmth to your cheeks, but you’re an expert at pretending around Satoru Gojo. Rolling your eyes, you huff and backtrack on a couple paragraphs in an effort to catch him up. Less distractions for him to latch on to.

“I think I’d focus more if I wasn’t so lonely down here.,” he interrupts to sulk in your direction.

The look you give is like one a mother gives a disobeying child. “Okay? No one told you to sit down there.”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, especially since Gojo perks up at the sentence. “Oh, inviting me to sit on the throne with you, princess?”

Eyes widening in disbelief, you try to sputter out a ‘no!’, but Gojo’s already sprung up and leaping into bed next to you. “No takebacks!”

You frown, brows knitted as he gets a little too comfy, squishing your favorite stuffed animal in his arms and blinking a wide-eyed look at you. Geto eyes you two and continues slow swirls in the chair, getting slightly dizzier with each rotation, but at least he’s actually been taking in the information you’ve explained. Not that he needs your tutoring, he’s up there with you as one of the top students in this particular class. But it’s hard not to read your lips when he’s been shamelessly ogling them the past ten minutes.

Sighing in defeat, you allow Gojo to curl up next to you. It’s easy to feign his attention and he pretends to read over your shoulder, though his mind is anywhere but in this textbook. If anything, this was far worse. Being in such close proximity, your alluring scent threatens to drag him deeper into your space. Instead of focusing on your body or, you know, the material, now all Gojo can concentrate on is pinpointing the ingredients of your shampoo. It’s so familiar, right on the tip of his tongue…vanilla? Maybe, but he can also catch hints of strawberry in there somewhere. Perhaps if he was a little closer…

“Can you back off a little?,” you snap at him. “Damn, you’re almost on top of me.”

Gojo smirks. “I can be actually on top of y-“

“Anyways you two can look over this.,” you ignore his flirtatiousness and stand up to get away from him. “Since you apparently know this more than me. I don’t even get why y’all asked for tutoring if you weren’t gonna listen.”

And before Gojo can object, you teeter towards the edge of the bed, land on the soft rug, and head towards the mini fridge for a much-needed drink of water. It’s bad enough you were asked to tutor them when they clearly don’t care for it, but for them to actually come and then waste your time, too? Egregious. You have half a mind to kick both of them out and tell the professor they don’t need anyone’s damn help, much less yours.

You bend over for a cold water bottle, and in the few seconds it takes you to grab it, you swear you hear the faint sound of a camera click behind you. Quiet noises follow after, almost like they’re trying to have a conversation without you noticing, but it’s silent as you turn around to continue the lesson. They’re so fucking weird. Whatever.

Drawing near the bed, you steady a hand and make ready to hop back into place, only for a strong pair of hands to hoist you up and set you on the edge. You let out a soft ‘oh!’, sincerely taken aback, and turn to look at Gojo, who’s readjusting back into his original spot like nothing has happened.

“What?,” he asks. Something about the nonchalant upturn of his lips is different than his usual smirk. Something more genuine and less smug.

Doubt clouds your vision, tugs the corners of your lips down as you glance between him and Geto, who’s halted his endless chair twirling to give a curious tilt of his head. They eye eachother, and then you again; Geto has the smallest smile, seemingly unassuming but you’re skeptical of it nonetheless.

“Nothing.,” you decide to dismiss it because you’d only be setting yourself up for failure trying to explain why it was a problem. Besides, addressing it would only serve to fuel Gojo’s numerous efforts to throw everything off track. Maybe he was seriously just trying to help. Fine, no big deal.

You awkwardly flounder backwards, making sure to put a few more inches of space between you and Gojo. All to no avail since the second you settle your laptop upon your bare thighs, he instantly closes the gap. The radiating heat of his body sends warmth throughout your skin, exhaustion catching up to pierce through your bones, and you find yourself wanting to swaddle up within blankets and go to sleep.

“The professor has a few study guides on the website.,” you yawn, keys clicking beneath your fingers until the aforementioned pdf file is loading down the screen. “Hundreds of questions but a lot of this stuff will be on the final, so it’d be helpful to study it all.”

Your eyelids flutter, and next is Gojo’s low voice in your ear. “Tired, princess? I thought you were supposed to be teaching us.”

His warm breath raises goosebumps on your skin, and you suddenly notice how cold this room is. “Fuck off.,” you mutter, shortly followed up by both their chuckling.

“Told you to relax.,” Geto voices in the most ‘told ya so’ tone ever. “Get some rest, we can take it from here, and we’ll wake you if we need something.”

It’s a bad idea, you know it’s a bad idea, but…you can’t help succumbing to a little nap. The past several days have worn you thin, and despite not trusting these two to find a drunk in a bar, let alone have unsupervised access to your room, the promise of a little sleep is tempting. You are exhausted so, against your better judgement, you bank on the fact that they have the potential of grown, mature men who won’t get up to something nefarious while you rest your eyes for a little. Surely it couldn’t hurt to put the slightest amount of trust in them, and you allow your vision to fade.

During your catnap, you have the poor luck to dream of school. Studying, finals, projects, classes, anything related to college, you conjured up an even more miserable version of it in your dream state. Though in one dream you cuddle that stuffed animal Satoru grabbed from your bed, so that’s a plus. In the dream it’s warm, snuggly, fuzzy. You smother it in your arms, bury your face into it to inhale the smell of it, a scent you’re infatuated with. You vaguely recognize it in your sleep, it smells so much like…

You awake to the jostling of your shoulders. Someone, two people actually, are talking, maybe to you? What are your whereabouts, actually?

“Ah, there she is!” The familiar voice sounds vague and foggy, loud but far away. “Have a good nap, princess?”

Harsh light beams into your eyes, tampering with the return of your sight. You hover a hand over your forehead to shield your face, peering around in a hope to get your bearings.

“I think she’s still half-asleep.,” another voice whispers, and then says louder, “Take your time, darling.”

Everything is bleary, but you can just make out the details of your room. There’s your fridge over on the opposite wall, the lamp on your desk, speaking of which, who’s in your chair? You start to sit up, wondering in the back of your mind when you laid down to begin with, utterly bewildered when you feel something, a hand, firm and warm on the bare skin of your hip. Pink bedsheets, white dorm walls, your legs, someone else’s legs stretched out beside yours…A chuckle rings somewhere to your right as you gape at these seemingly disembodied legs. Your gaze trails up to see they’re attached to a waist, a chest, a pair of arms, and then your eyes fall on the face.

“G–!”, you hesitate, stumbling backwards away from Gojo who laughs maniacally. “Get off me, Gojo!”

He scoffs, Geto huffs a laugh somewhere in the room. “You were the one laying all up under me, actually.”

“I was not!”

“You so were,” he argues, giddiness in his voice. “You were allll over me, baby. Hugging my arm, rubbing my chest, all of it. Wanna see the video?”

You gasp out, “Vi–? Video?”

Gojo fiddles around on his phone. “Yeah, check it out, sweet cheeks!”

He holds the phone out to you, and a large, empty feeling plummets to the bottom of your stomach. You, spooning him, a betraying smile spread on your lips as you nuzzle Gojo’s chest, completely oblivious to your surroundings. His hand snaked around your waist, fingers occasionally playing with the hem of your shirt or ducking beneath to pinch your hips. You whine when he does so, and in the video you see the stutter of his body, hear traces of his quiet laughter. The phone currently shakes in Gojo’s grasp from his endless giggling.

“Delete it!,” you stammer in complete disbelief. “Pervert!”

“Pervert?,” Gojo repeats your accusation. “You’re the one feeling me up in the video!”

“Get y’all’s asses out of my room!,” you shout at them, leaping to the floor to immediately escort them out. “Both of you, now!”

Gojo glares, huffs, and does his signature pout, all the while Geto chuckles hysterically behind his palm. “How rude of my tutor to kick me out after falling asleep during the session on top of trying to seduce me!”

Geto chimes in before you can tell his friend to shut the fuck up. “Surely you can spare a few minutes to make up for that time?”

“No.,” you say bluntly. “Out.”

You watch in disapproval as they grab their things, foot tapping impatiently the whole time as you hold the door wide open for them to leave through. They take their time, eventually prompting you to just start shoving them out into the hall.

“So, same time tomorrow?,” Geto teases, stumbling through the doorway.

You grimace, giving them both a last push out of your room. “Absolutely not-“

“And get some rest too, while you’re at it.,” Gojo bids you farewell with one last aggravating comment.

“Whatever.,” and you slam the door in their faces, Satoru poking his tongue out at you with a wink.

bonus!

— It’s the early hours of the morning. Geto has long since passed out, but Satoru can’t seem to get a wink of sleep. The video replays in his mind, and he tries desperately to imagine the sensation of your body laying against him. No teasing, no sex, no filthy, perverted thoughts. Just the feeling of your head on his chest again, limbs haphazardly wrapped around him. The even sounds of your breathing, warm breath brushing over his collar. Such an adorable, peaceful look on your face when you’re not glaring at him and spouting insults in a rage. Yeah, he told Geto he was taking pictures and a video as some kind of future blackmail, but, truth be told, Satoru really just wanted them all for himself.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Hello." A dull thwack sound reverberated across the rooftop, leaving the boy who snuck up on Red Robin clutching his head. The boy, a meta if the large animal ears and tail were anything to go by, shook off the pain and pouted up at him, "What was that for?!"

The vigilante was unrepentant, holding his bo staff in a ready position, "You snuck up behind a vigilante at night. In Gotham."

"Okay," the meta conceded, still pouting. "You have a point there. Robin threw ninja stars at me when I tried to approach Batman."

That got Tims attention, "You tried to approach Batman? Was there something you needed?"

The kid suddenly got serious, "My mom went missing. I haven't been able to contact her for almost two weeks now."

Red pulled his arm closer to his face before he began typing on his wrist computer, "Can you tell me her name and date of birth?"

"Um." The other teen fidgetted with his tail a bit, "Okay, so...she's kinda Cheetah."

"...come again?"

"She's Cheetah. The...the supervillian."

Red Robin stared at him, and honestly who could blame him? The bats hadn't even known Cheetah had a son. "So why are you in Gotham? Why not ask Wonder Woman for help? Cheetahs one of her rogues not ours."

The teen shook his head, "She went to meet someone in Gotham before she disappeared. She seemed really agitated before she left, almost scared. I've never seen her like that before." He paused, giving the vigilante time to type before continuing, "I didn't go Wonder Woman since I figured I would wind up needing to talk to a bat anyway since its your turf and all." He said, waving a hand as if gesturing to the city around them.

"I wasn't aware Cheetah had a kid."

The meta grimaced, "she didn't until a year ago."

Red gave him a look, as if urging him to go on.

The meta chuffed, sounding a lot like whatever big cat he was supposed to be, "I'll only tell you my tragic backstory if you promise to help me find my mom."

"I'll find your mom." The bird said without an ounce of hesitation. Tim was a little offended. Did this guy think he was going to leave his mom in danger just because she was a criminal? Appearently so, seeing as the teen looked so relieved at his words.

"Okay, so my bio parents were evil mad scientists. Always a bad start, anyway they were obsessed with the occult and one day they suddenly took me and my sister to Brazil to hunt for some artifact of another. That alone was strange but weirder still was the fact my creepy godfather was paying for it all. He usually only does something like that when he's plotting "

"Plotting?" The detective interjected, "you make it sound like he does that often."

"Yeah. Hes a supervillian." The meta said casually, as if he didn't just leave Tim reeling, but the kid wasn't done yet, "He's had a massive crush on my bio mom since collage and never let it go no matter how many times she rejected him. She even married my dad, his best friend, and this dude just kept simping for 20 years." The teen rolled his eyes, "Hes convinced himself that if he murders my bio dad then my bio mom will fall in love with him and me and jazz will be "his"." He said that last part with fingerqoutes and a disgusted expression.

Tim filed that away for later, "Can I have his name, if nothing else?"

The teen seemed reluctant for a moment, "You're the worlds greatest detectives. You'll find out even if i try to hide it. Besides, I'd probably be better off if you and the Justice League know everything anyway."

Tim was...surprised by that. Most people usually weren't this open with them.

"His name is Vlad Masters, he also goes by Plasmius when he's dressed like a wannabe vampire. He's a ghost who's repossessed his corpse. My parents are Jack and Maddie Fenton, who are obsessed with ghosts and have convinced themselves that all ghosts are evil and must be destroyed, regardless of how much evidence points to them being wrong."

"And your name?"

The meta grinned at him, showing off four very sharp fangs, reminiscent of the large cat he takes after, "You can call me Jaguar. We were exploring a bit when I broke off from my family and got jumped by one of them. Suddenly I was struck by a claw and turned into furry bait. Fluffy stopped trying to make me his lunch and just stared at me before walking away, which was wierd. Then my parents found me, accused me of being a ghost, because thats naturally what someone would assume when thier son sprouts cat ears," he said while rolling his eyes.

"Naturally." Red joked, which had the benefit of making Jaguar smile.

"So my parents chased me through the jungle, shooting all the while, then suddenly a portal opened up in front of me. I'm not stupid, I know there was no way this wasn't a trap. I mean, a portal opening up right after that bizarre series of events and its the same shade of glowing green as the wierd death go my parents are obsessed with? There's no way they weren't related somhow, but I was desperate and jumped through anyway."

"I landed in another jungle, or the same one in a different location, I'm not sure. I tried hunting and foraging but wasn't very successful at either." Danny still remembered the throbbed in his head when he had headbutt that tree after missing his pounce on that pig he had been stalking. "Thats when Cheetah found me. She took me in and taught me to hunt and fight."

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Possible plot twists:

1. Danny isnt Phantom in this au

2. Danny is Phantom in this au but is trying to leave that life behind

3. My favorite. Danny has the ability to manipulate and control animals into doing his bidding with the effect of jaguars and other big cats being the most prevalent and he just doesn't realize it.

One of Cheetahs friends/allies realizes cheetah has changed and suspected something and convinced her to leave for a while to see if her care for this kid faded after a while away from his presence. It works and Danny loses another parental figure/possibly attacked by them too.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

Do people like- realise that since after jason skinny dipped in the Lazarus pit, in many he lost his memories and/or was trying to actively remember them, so there is a high chance that he thought Bruce was his real bio dad since he was a more active dad to him anyways than Willis

meaning he thought that he was his blood son, a wayne, he grew up in wayne manor, and since he knew of Damian and Talia he most likely thought that Talia was his bio mom too for a while before he remembered how/why he died, meaning he considered damian his real brother

Bo cause do you realise the angst here???

Like imagine him suddenly remembering how they met, and he's confused, till it hits him,it hits him hard, and he just-

"..you're not dad? /.. Bruce isn't dad?"

cause even if you and your dad have issues you still want him to be your dad yk

UGHH THE ANGST

Especially if you consider your head cannon that after he reconnected with Bruce he still didn't remember a lot of stuff and was just taking others word on it and he came across rumours of him being Bruce's secret bio child with one of his numerous lovers, cause why else would he just adopt some random kid off the street? And it seems pretty legit, willis didn't like him much. Not being his bio kid made a lot of sense. God I would devour a fic where Bruce and jason. Are just checking what all he remembered, or just talking casually, or having one of their disagreements and it came up. I would kill my self for it