#but didn’t know what to call it

[poppy-parkers]

no thoughts, just

unreleased rose petal place prototype dolls👁️👄👁️

[prlssprfctn]

In his new room - in his new house - Jason searches up for a circus performances and stares at them for hours. First, he watches at them mindlessly, unconsciously curious, and then, he starts to take notes.

He is a street kid, and everything about him screams of that. So, he is nowhere near the grace of these performers on the screen. His arms are not that strong, too, but he is agile, and his legs are much stronger - he can think of something.

He can be just as good as the boy he is replacing.

It is not like someone tells him to match Richard Grayson, and it is not like someone admits that Jason is here to replace the first Wonder Boy, but Jason heard Bruce's conversation with Dick earlier. It was meant not for his ears, but it doesn't matter now.

"So, now what, you exile me, and bring a boy to replace me?!"

Jason is not mad. All of it ‐ adoption papers, the manor, the school - is much more than he ever thought he would get in his life. Being replacement doesn't sound as bad anyway; especially, if his brother is so cool.

So, he makes notes on circus performances and slightly chopes his hair. They are much curlier than Dick's - he has more of a wavy ones, and the only ever look that way, when they get long; his childhood photos with short hair looks too straight - but the cut does its magic.

The next day, Bruce compliments his hair absentmindedly and is positively surprised by his new moves on the patrol, asking where he learnt it from. Jason lies about not remembering, but his cheeks are flashed, and his smile is all about teeth. He can't wait to show it to Dick once they finally get on a mission together.

Expect, when they do, Dick just nods and mutters a light-hearted "good job" before leaving to talk with his team. And Jason knows Dick doesn't want to be mean - he gets it; no one feels good about having a replacement, especially the one that seems so cheap in comparison - but he still cries that night in his pillow, feeling himself a little kid, even if he isn't one. Even if he never was.

Jason wonders if his own replacement would make him understand Dick.

But Jason never gets replaced.

No matter the taunting voice of the Lazarus Pit in the back of his head - that sometimes sounds suspiciously like Talia's; you remain unavenged and replaced - and his own intrusive thoughts that spiral in uneven lines, Jason doesn't think Tim was ever meant to be his replacement. Being replaced means to match the person that was meant to be left behind. And no one asked Tim to be like Jason.

If anything, memory of Jason was thrown under the rag, hidden and locked securely in heads of those who survived. And if they brought Jason up, then it was always an example of what Robin shouldn't do: run away, disobey, and allow emotions to consume you. So, not much of an exemplary original. More like an opposite.

Jason feels an urge to explain that to Tim once; when they sit together on the rooftop, almost like a proper family, instead of broken pieces of someone's idea of a one.

'You could never replace me,' he says, and the instant it leaves his mouth, he knows it came out wrong.

Tim rolls his eyes.

'Yeah, dude. Whatever.'

'No, I mean—' He grits his teeth, scrapping slightly the back of his hand. 'I mean... You could never replace me, because... Because you were always better.'

Tim freezes. His big blue eyes shift in something more confused, and it is almost as if he is not sure how he needs to react — to protest? To agree? To thank him?

Jason doesn't know what to do, too.

He wants to say: it is easy as that, babybird. They wanted to have someone who would have nothing in common with me — someone who could help them to forget about my existence, about the existence of the failed Robin.

But he can't make himself speak again. And he is not sure he wants to stay any longer to hear Tin manging to put his thoughts in the words; he is better than him at this, too, and he almost always sounds convincing.

So, he leaves.

In his room - in the building he owns now - he ruffles his outgrown hair, fluffs up the white streak, and passes by his only remaining photo with Bruce in the frame, on the shelf under the stolen tire.

He still does this semi-circus move in his fights - almost frozen in the air, with his back arched - but he doesn't expect anyone to compliment him anymore.

[godsplatter]

new meow meow pocketed

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

Instead of the “Jason vs Percy” rivalry we should have gotten Annabeth vs. Jason but instead of a fight for power it’s them having a battle of autism cause their special interests were Greek myths vs Roman myths.

Jason calls a Greek god by their Roman name and Annabeth pops up out of nowhere and goes “erm, actually”

The 7 is talking about some landmark and Annabeth and Jason start arguing about which pantheon it was dedicated to.

“It’s amazing right? It was dedicated to Athena.” “Erm, it was actually built for Mars…”

[kittykatninja321]

My less popular opinion (and what I believe to be implied by the art in Lost Days) is that rather than waking up in a fully grown body Jason didn’t actually complete his puberty until after his Lazarus pit dip while he was on his murder tour. Imagine you’re tied up in a basement in Berlin getting interrogated by a teenager and his voice is cracking the entire time and if you laugh he’s going to shoot you

[imvec]

Sequel to Sunshade

[narutothoughts]

Kakanaru au where kakashi gets hurt on a mission and passes out in the middle of a forest on the way back to Konoha.

When he wakes up he’s neatly laid out in the middle of an old shrine, with fresh bandages wrapped around his stitched up wounds and warm tea at his elbow.

The fact he remained unconscious through someone moving him and closing his wounds was discontenting even if it wasn’t particularly surprising. He did lose a lot of blood and chakra after all.

Now that he’s awake, kakashi knows he should leave. He knows better than to test his luck staying in place for too long anywhere outside of the village.

But…he’s curious. And despite the stitches, he’s still in danger of infection considering Konoha is over a week away in his current state.

So he leverages himself up, and tries to look around as much as he can. But the entire shrine is empty. Not a single sign of the one that helped him.

When he wakes up again a few hours later there’s a pot of warm tea at his side to replace the old cup, a little pile of fruit, and new bandages. The day after that, there’s sake and plum wine added to the mix.

Kakashi doesn’t really know what’s happening but he’s never been one to sit idle nor has he ever been an ungrateful man. So as soon as he’s able to get up without his head spinning he gets to work. he sweeps the floors and dusts the cobwebs. Even polishes a little golden fox statue he finds tucked behind a wooden alter.

It’s the least he could do for his hidden host. The caretaker of this place maybe?

Kakashi’s body and chakra recovers faster than he anticipated. After five days he leaves even as the Hatake part of him that lives in back of his head keens.

Before he goes he pats the golden fox on the head. It was oddly cute compared to the 9 statues of snarling stone foxes surrounding it, though there was undeniable beauty in those too.

A few months later he’s injured again and realizes the shrine is on his way back to Konoha. He stops there to rest for the night and heads out in the morning, only taking the time to drink some of the tea and wipe down the alter, barely noticing how his chakra coils have refilled already.

And it keeps happening whenever he gets injured. He comes, he rests, he cleans, and goes with a pat to the gold statues head.

Until one day he wakes up to a long limbed blond at his side instead of the usual tea and fruits. When the blanket shifts to reveal a bare back and smooth tan skin he thanks every god out there for his mask covering his blush. Sleepy blue eyes blink open at him right on cue and honestly? Kakashi thinks he deserved that for not putting the pieces together earlier.

This is blatantly inspired by @rayshippouuchiha

[morganbritton132]

Steve Has Older Siblings AU: Robin Edition

In an ideal world, Steve’s family life is completely separate from everything important. But in an ideal world, monsters don’t exist so, you know.

1. Technically the first of Steve’s siblings that Robin meets is Jason because he came into Scoops Ahoy to be an asshole. Robin liked to see King Steve knocked down a peg or two more than the next person but not by a forty year old (he’s 32) loser who has nothing better to do on a Tuesday afternoon. Robin sees him knock Steve’s hat off his head and then informs him that they had a zero tolerance harassment policy (they don’t) and they can and are denying him service. “So leave, now.”

2. The first time she is aware that she’s meeting one of Steve’s siblings is after Starcourt burns down. They were drugged, tired, and Russians took Steve’s car keys so it felt like a good idea to just lay back on the hood of the Beemer and watch the smoke swirl in the air until they come up with what to do.

They never think of anything, and she is startled awake the next morning hungover and dehydrated by someone laying on their horn. Robin looks at the car and then at Steve, and then asks, “Is that your dad?”

Steve - looking somehow worse than yesterday - just blinks in the direction of the car like, “Richie?”

“Get in the car,” Richie practically seethes, barely lets them get in before he starts asking questions like, what the fuck and are you high, right now?”

“I don’t dooo drugs, Dad,” Steve spat out annoyed and Robin, in the backseat, felt compelled to adds, “Drugs do me.”

They both start giggling and can’t stop even when Richie tries to lecture them.

3. Robin meets Jason again when he attacks her.

She doesn’t remember much about the car ride back to Loch Nora or how Steve convinced Richie not to take them to the hospital, but she remembers flopping face first onto Steve’s cloud of a bed. She remembers him taking her shoes off for her and pulling the covers up.

Then she is rudely woken up by a hand yanking her out of bed and big arms wrapping around her head. They’re barely there before Steve is shoving them off her like, “Fuck off, Jason.”

“Carver?” She asks but, no. It’s the dick from the mall. She is ignored while Jason prattles on about how it’s not his fault that Steve looks so much like a girl that he confused him with one. Then he’s whistling about how Steve has a girl in his bed and how surprising that is to them considering they all thought he was a queer.

Robin stiffens beside him. New queer ally, Steve Harrington, not wanting her to be uncomfortable, blurts out, “What if I am?”

And the room goes quiet. Steve’s quiet. Jason’s frozen. Richie, coming in through the door, wasn’t moving. This family doesn’t really paint a picture of unconditional love and acceptance so Robin throws her entire (unsuccessful) theater career into use and slugs Steve in the arm with a snort like, “Yeah, right. With all the girls you flirt with? Ha!”

And everything comes back to life. The hospital conversation comes up and morphs into an argument immediately. Robin is just happy to fade into the background and observe.

4. Robin probably should’ve met Claire that day too but the hospital was an apparent disaster. She actually meets Claire randomly at Family Video.

She sees a woman who’s kinda cute come in and peruse the shelves. She comes to the counter where Robin is on register and Steve is stocking candy right next to her.

She’s carrying The Muppet Movie and makes small talk about watching it with her kids, and never looks twice in Steve’s directly. She’s not in the system and just laughs, “It’s probably under my maiden name, Harrington.”

Robin gives her a tight smile and finishes the transaction. Claire leaves with barely a ‘bye’ to her brother and Robin decides right there that she hates them all.

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Y’all ain’t gonna BELIEVE what happened

[chandralia]

“but bakugo bullied deku in middle school” okay cool is he doing that now though? no

[saetiate]

you know that thing at weddings where they take off that strip of lace from around your thigh with their teeth. yeah oliver fully laps at your clothed cunt just once whilst he’s down there and under your dress before he pulls the lace down

[sp00ky-sh4rk0]

i love drawing these thangs(NO AGAIN I HAVENT FINISHED THE GAME ITS STILL GETTING THERE….)

[heynhay]

redrew my old Romellura art that KD unearthed lolll

[keferon]

could you share the adhd lifehacks please T_T

I have a feeling you’re not gonna like my lifehack it’s kinda unhinged

If I get stuck while writing I invite other people to watch me. Like writing in real time. Because the thought of a bunch of strangers waiting for the next sentence is enough to give my brain the constant sense of urgency and switch it into crazy-fast-productive mode.

I also almost never plan what I’m gonna write in advance because my stupid brain likes the constant sense of novelty as well. Everything is pure improv from start to finish.

Whenever I try to explain this method to other writers they get horrified ahahah I imagine for most of them writing is more of a private activity

[heart-0f-a-rebel16]

reading the rebels cast list is basically: “yeah that’s a lot of highly respected character actors who excel in their fields, and hey! there’s lucius malfoy and fred from scooby-doo and the main guard from shawshank redemption!” and then your eyes skip down the list and BAFTA-nominated actor David Oyelowo runs you over at 105 miles per hour with a semi truck full of concrete bricks.

[ink-n-shadow]

Plz plz plz write some Gaz smut! Yes I am begging. Yes I am desperate!!

can we talk about boyfriend’s ex best friend!gaz x reader? is that a controversial au—

𝜗𝜚 pairing: boyfriend's ex best friend!gaz x afab!reader (reader has afab!genitalia) 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), infidelity (but your boyfriend cheats on you too so it's justified?), lowkey power dynamic?, oral (reader!receiving), thigh riding, sweet!kyle, unedited

like your boyfriend and kyle have a falling out one night, and you stop seeing kyle showing up when your boyfriend hosts boys’ night at your shared apartment. your boyfriend brushes it off, simply labeling kyle as a douchebag and telling you not to worry about it.

and you don’t even think about kyle ever again until one night when he mysteriously shows up at your door. it would be a nigjt your boyfriend had gone out with his other friends, leaving you alone at your shared apartment with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek.

you’re confused as to why kyle’s even there until he’s showing you a photo on his phone, and although it’s quite grainy and shaky, it’s unmistakably a photo of your boyfriend at a bar downtown. there’s some blonde woman perched on his lap, her arms strewn around his neck and their tongues plunged down the others’ throat.

“dunno how long ‘s been goin’ on for—figured you deserved to know though,” kyle murmurs softly as he pockets his cell phone once more, eyebrows pulled up in a sympathetic grimace when he notices the tears quickly beginning to crest in your lashes.

he was fully planning to leave after showing you, but when you all but stumble forward and crumble into his arms with a wavering sob, he can’t help but lead you over to the couch and comfort you with soft words and gentle caresses.

and neither of you are fully aware of how you ended up here, both fully naked and you grinding needily against the rippled muscles of kyle’s thigh. the tears that had slicked your cheeks are long since dried, mainly thanks to the way kyle gently lapped them up with his tongue as his fingers trickled down your heated flesh. kyle has his teeth buried in your throat, nipping and marking the sensitive skin as you cover his thigh in your slick.

“y’don’t know ‘ow long i’ve been wantin’ this, petal,” kyle pants hoarsely against your throat, honeyed eyes fluttering up to meet yours as his hands grip tightly at your hips and pull you further against his thigh. “just wanna treat you right—lemme treat you good, pretty.”

and you can’t help but let kyle spread you out across the sofa, swollen lips mapping down your body as he shuffles between your spread thighs. he doesn’t even let you take a moment of reprieve before he’s diving tongue first into your blistering heat, the lewdest moan ripping through his chest as the flavor of your cunt explodes on his tastebuds. he can’t even fight the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull, fingers tightening around your inner thighs to keep you still as he pulls you apart with his lips and tongue.

you’re so lost in the heat coiling its way through your nerves that you don’t notice the front door being opened with a key, don’t notice the way your boyfriend is stood in the doorway with his jaw on the floor and fire burning in his pupils. you’re too busy falling apart on kyle’s tongue that you don’t realize the way his eyes are locked on your boyfriend as he licks you clean, the look of pure hatred in his eyes enough to send your boyfriend scurrying back out the way he came.