#but i got into it toward the end lmao!

[malone-fanart]

DELTARUNE CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS!!!!

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susie and the piano.

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

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The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[erinscoolart]

ilex forest

[the-kipsabian]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 234

More of the Tiamat Au? More of the Tiamat Au! 

Sharing a body was strange. Ten limbs split between the nine of them- thirteen if one counted the tails and seventeen if one counted the fact that their cloak… skirt… whatever could mimic the wings of their other form. 

One which they would change back to after a few moments- there was much less stumbling when it was all fours. Not to mention that if not for the tails they’d have easily toppled over with how many arms they had making them slightly top heavy. Okay more than slightly, it was taking a bit to adjust. 

Honestly the fields of wheat and other crops did nothing to hide them with how tall even this body was, but it was still better than nothing, and they were using the fact it was the middle of nowhere to their shared advantage. 

At least the humanoid- not human, even now their shared power thrummed through the air, leaking from them- form was smaller than their true draconic one. Well, perhaps they shouldn’t call it their true form, when they were once all human, halfa and liminal alike, but they’d long since stopped being such. So perhaps it was in fact true to call the form they had become as their normal state now. 

Actually, could they even separate now? Or had their power melded together so much that it was impossible now, and an attempt would end them? It would at the very least crack their core- 

“What the fuck.” 

Their head lurched, a little too far if the jolt of pain was anything before it melted away. They were all too used to moving their own necks separately. But all of them agreed that discovery could not happen-

Oh.

It was a child. A preteen with red-orange hair, blue-green eyes, expensive clothing, and most damming of all, large swaths of bruising across his arms. Bruising that did not come from usual play, and looked far too much like hand prints for any of their comfort. 

Someone had very much not been taking care of this child. And that really made them quite angry. 

[xxrat-punkxx]

Repair day

[dizzybevvie]

obligatory kh1 Paopu tree scene redraw

og under cut <3

[blue-cassowary]

Another "Glass Body, Steel Wings" fanart because I'm still not normal about this fic by @devinephoenix

I redrew Ichigo because the first one I did was uhhh not my best

Then showed the backside of his outfit because, why not?

Then another scene from the fic where they do the wild aerial waltz (I based the drawing on two fighting eagles because I still suck at fighting poses)

Part 1 :)

[akkivee]

au where ichiro's always been able to see the red string of fate and was kinda in denial about being connected to kuukou, except the glitch in fate occurs and it adds another layer to ichiro's heartbreak lol

[larkwinged]

WILDFIRE STREAMER/SMAU

( and some funny little ss hehe )

[thewalrusespublicist]

i'm so sorry to be late but he called paul his what now?

Hi anon,

Lmao not a problem anon, the 'dear one' thing seems to be the jumpscare of out of pocket things John said about Paul; not only because it's such a crazy tender thing to say but because not as many people know about it because the Lennon estate used to take the video down. Here it is at 0:53. The audio is shiittee but that little bit is quite clear. The trail off into thought after is also crazy lollll.

The first time I posted it a few comments said it might be sarcastic which I totally could buy, but it doesn't really fit with how nice he is the rest of the interview (the inflection imho also isn't there but that's subjective).

I did some meta on it as well here. :) Do I stand by that meta? I mean as i said at the time its stretching more than I usually would and I would replace the real life lyric thing from a dead cert to a strong belief but hell why not, it's all a bit of fun and hell there's always a chance it's right.

[lorelune]

in that same vein, i mean it so fr that i do this for fun. writing is a hobby. thirsting over fictional men is the fun reprieve i have away from my deeply independent, corporate grindset. i am here on tumbls and posting my silly little thoughts and words because i have FUN and be silly and share!!!

[tumfullofblue]

Want to share with the class what your headcanons are for RPF Sam Lake? Heheheheh. It can be anything from his cutey quirks to kinky/fetish things you think he likes to read/practice to perfection. First things that come to mind, really. No pressure.

ʕ•̫͡•ʔ❤ʕ•̫͡•ʔ I looove to yap, I loooove to overshare! Thank you for your ask, I really appreciate it!

The more I think about it, the more I'm sure he's just GREAT with kids. I don't know, it's very random, but I mean you kinda see it, right? Maybe it's a bit of a self-projection too (wait, who said that? ʕʘ‿ʘʔ). He is just that right combo of goofy and caring. Ffs, he wrote a children's book and made kids-like drawings for AW2 and Max Payne 2!

No offense to Sam, it's more of a fascination, really, but the guy LOVES himself. He knows his mind is brilliant. He knows his stories are amazing. It's just so lovely that he finally got to express himself the way he deserves. Surely it gave his ego a bit of a boost... Do whatever you want with this information ;3

I'm not ruling out the possibility that he's not a human being at all. That's it. Yes, I know. It's VERY hot.

I think he is a shy guy deep in his heart. He is just really good at cloacking. But yeah, he is a sweetheart, very gentle and soft. Maybe that's why everyone loves him so much. (I know for a fact that he makes me real shy too ʕ ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥`ʔ )

He also strikes me as a kind of a guy who enjoys spending his time alone, with books and his writings and videogames, too. I can imagine him being pretty lonely and reaching out to his pals late at night, only to find out that they are too not sleeping and talking with them for hours! He feels so much better after that.

Very connected to rural Finland. I love how he included even the smallest details like kalitka's in AW2. Not even mentioning the wholl ass short film completly in Finnish? Ei, saatanaa. En voi olla ymmärtämättä häntä.

Very cuddly. Throws his arms around you and gives you a nice big squeeze. He may be thin as a stick, but somehow, his hugs are wonderful. Very warm too. (gosh I need a hug...) He also pats your head even if you don't ask him to. Overall, a great hugger!

Night owl and somehow early bird too. Can sleep for two, three hours in a day, gets himself a dark roasted cup of coffee and he is good to go!

Nasty hc's under cut. I'm sorry, mister Lake ʕ⊙ω⊙ʔ

Talks. You. Through. It! You love the sound of his voice, the warm accent, the broken syllables, and he knows you love it too. Expect him to be very talkative and vocal during the deed. That does include moaning. And he loves when you don't hold back, too. All those sweet sounds escaping your lips, the whimpers and groans and chanting his name like a prayer... Yeah <3

Very specific but... fully clothed sex. On his part, of course. You, darling, will be completly naked. There is just something so intoxicating about this for him, when he doesn't even need to undress for you to want to fuck him. And it's very convinient when he wants to have sex in places... rather public.

Has a bit of... how shall I say... stalker quality to him? Besides watching the 1979 movie (this joke sounded better in my head), he just makes sure he knows EVERYTHING about you. Very attentive to your likes and needs. You mention in a hushed tone, more to yourself that you'd really want to check out a movie? The next day it's a cinema date for you two. He looks through your books and knows how fast you read them so when you just finish them, a new one is already waiting for you at the doorstep. Just in time for lunch, too - a delivery with your favorite take out. And of course, he knows all about your desires and kinks - even if you specifically never mentioned them. He is just good at reading people.

Caring so much about you it can come off as... controlling. And it feels good to be controlled by him. Both in bed and outside of it.

I feel like a fucking creep by say it BY AGE DIFFERENCE? Of course you are younger than him. And. He. Loves. It! Look above about the whole control thing. He is so lucky that such a young sweet thing like you is looking up at him.

Talks about a lot how you are his muse. How you inspire him. How important, lovely and precious you are. You won't ever leave him, right? See, there's a next big new game he is making and he would LOVE for you to be in it. Like an actress, of course, don't be silly! So, be at your best behaviour, pretty thing, mister Lake needs his inspiration <3

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Just finished Return of Ultraman!! (i got really attached...)

[mrsoharaa]

Fighting against Suguru in the midst of battle with a knife perched at the skin of his throat, right against his carotid artery, with shaky hands and a glare of hesitation. Your heart battering frantically, blood rushing through your pumping veins — your mind a rambled mess. All you can see are nostalgic flashbacks of you and him, and a few of you, him, Shoko and Gojo all hanging out with one another. Having a great time at arcades, beaches and just simply a night out on the lively city.

Your brows furrow more tightly together, your fingers clamping more sturdier amongst the knifes handle, your own breathing becoming more ragged and heavy. Your chest beginning to hurt.

One particular flashback kept your hesitation at bay, holding you back from pressing the sharpen blade deep into the starring, motionless man pinned beneath you (which, in all honesty - he could easily switch places or remove himself in this particular position so effortlessly if he wanted too). Your teeth purses deep into your bottom lip, dilated pupils narrowed down at the lulling irises of calm violet.

The sound of rain continued to dance amongst the rooftops of your apartment and the glass of your living room window. With candles half lit throughout your dimly lit home, naked bodies comfortably nestled up against each other and the cozy fireplace flickering before the two of you — you could all but hum pleasantly against the comfort of his bare, solid chest and the pure enthrallment and tranquility of his embrace. Your fingers tracing light shapes along his glistening flesh, lifting and resting your chin upon his perfect chest with such care and gentleness, sighing inaudibly, endearingly at the soft caress of his long fingers slowly, tenderly tracing up and down along the arch of your spine.

"You know you didn't have to do this Suguru" your voice softly coos, a placid smile gracing his features as he gradually gazes down at you, holding you ever so closely against his radiating warmth. his fingers continuing their gentle strokes along your back. He leans down to the top of your mangled hair, planting a pliable kiss.

"You deserve this angel...I would do anything for you" he softly hums against your hair, welcoming the inviting scent of your shampoo and the lingering odor of your faint perfume still stuck against your skin.

"Ughhh, Suguru! you're literally so perfect stop spoiling me!" you wail with giddy and playfulness, eliciting a soft chuckle from the dark haired man holding you, welcoming your sudden motion of climbing and attacking all over him once again. His large hands resting on the curves of your hips, holding you upon his waist, eyes quickly reconnecting with each others. A glimmer of sheer adoration and endearment crooning in both of your stares, the adjoined noises of the crackling flames from the comforting fireplace and the pattering rain pouring down from outside wooing you both into a deeper trance of sublime and deep foundment for one another.

Your slim fingers finding refuge through the silky strands of onyx sprawled out beautifully along the blanket - pillow covered floor. His own still latched onto your delicate, supple flesh.

Your fingers trail back to the softness of his radiant face, tracing the strong features of his cheekbones and jawline with subtle grazes. The touch of your fingertips brushing along his skin making his heartbeat accelerate, soaking in the gentle caress and tender you were basking him in. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm, eyes still locked onto yours.

"I love you sweetheart, always will"

The hold on the handle of your blade begins to falter, your body starting to tremble as your lip quivered from the haunting, warm memory deeply embedded into your messy head. The blade of the knife inches closer against his flawless skin, barely making a nick against the sensitive flesh.

Suguru only stares at you blankly, all while holding a twisted grin against his cheeks. His protracted digits suavely, sneakily finding the familiar comfort of your legs, holding you down against him. He doesn't move an inch after commencing such a bold move.

"Lost in thought are we angel?" the sound of his rasp voice pulls you out of your head, shaking out of your fuzzy, clouded memories and focus more intently down at the renounced criminal laid out beneath you. Your fingers find a firmer grip amongst the handle, keeping your stance steady. Your brows knitting tightly together. the churn of his demented grin only growing that much wider, your bodies swiftly, abruptly switching places.

With your back now firmly plant against the cold ground and the knife that once was held against his throat, found the thumping plush of skin amongst your jugular. With his left hand sturdily holding your arm that held the blade, you could only hitch back a breath and dumbfoundly gawk up at the sickenly amused man hovering above you. Little loose strands of perfect raven gently pooling over his broaden shoulders, gently brushing along the supple skin of your face.

"That's dangerous to do in the middle of battle you know, sweetness" he tilts his head ever so slightly to the left, lidded eyes of complete focus and soft malice intently studying all over you. His long fingers carefully skim against your soften flesh, slowly mingling in between your own digits with sly advances.

"One wrong move and that'll be it angel...haven't I taught you better then this?"