#cuz I love people just talking with ghosts

[himasgod]

Hehehehe

First years with reader who is Ace's sibling? Reader is an absolute sweetheart to the point people question if they are actually related to Ace.

DEUCE X READER

Where he falls in love with Ace's kind sibling

I'm sorry if it's not what you expected cuz I didn't feel like writing about all the first years today, instead, I focused on deucey, hope u like it anyway <3

Deuce hears it so often he’s not even surprised anymore.

From underclassmen in the cafeteria to random upperclassmen in the hallways, the reaction’s always the same.

“You mean that Ace? Like, Ace Trappola? No way they’re related. Are you sure?”

The confusion never ceases to amuse and confuse everyone—except Deuce.

He gets it. You’re kind, quiet, polite to a fault. You smile at ghosts when they float by Ramshackle and thank the chef ghosts for your meals. You’re always the one with band-aids in your bag, the one who helps Grim reach the higher shelves in the library without complaining about his fireballs.

You're basically the unofficial nurse, therapist, and cheerleader of any anxious student, while your brother…

Well.

“TRAPPOLA!” Riddle roars in the background, and Deuce flinches.

Yep. That.

So no one really blames Deuce for being a little surprised the first time Ace introduced you. He’d been expecting another troublemaker with a grin like a loaded slingshot.

Not someone who greeted him with a soft, “Oh! You must be Deuce! Ace says a lot about you,” with a smile that knocked the breath out of him.

“Not all bad things, I hope?” he’d stammered, ears turning pink.

You just giggled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Well… it is Ace. But I don’t believe everything he says.”

And just like that, Deuce was gone.

“I’m serious, I think my sibling’s casting some weird love spell on everyone or something,” Ace grumbles one day, flipping a playing card over in frustration.

“They’re just… nice,” Deuce says, ducking his head to hide his blush.

“Yeah, to the point it’s suspicious. It’s like they got all the angel genes and I got all the cool ones.”

“Wouldn’t call it that,” Deuce mutters, but Ace is already too busy cheating at cards to hear him.

The truth is, Deuce can’t help it.

He finds himself looking for you on campus. Not in a creepy way—he just feels better when you're around.

You talk to him like he’s not just a delinquent trying to play hero. Like he’s someone worth talking to.

Once, you caught him struggling to carry potion ingredients, and without a word, you took half the load into your arms.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” you’d smiled.

He had to stare straight ahead the whole walk back so you wouldn’t see how red his face had gotten.

“Hey, Deuce?”

He looks up from where he’s fixing something outside the dorm. You’re hugging a pillow to your chest, hair tousled from a nap, and his brain short-circuits for a moment before he manages, “Yeah? Did you just wake up?”

“I was sleepy, so I took a nap…but that doesn't matter... I mean, you want to go to the Mystery Shop with me?” you ask.

“Ace’s stuck in detention, and I… well, I kind of wanted your opinion.”

“My opinion?” Deuce blinks. “On… what?”

You shift shyly.

“I want to buy a charm. For someone. But I’m not sure which one suits him better.”

He stares. His eye twitched a little unconsciously as he felt his heart now beat in a sadder rhythm.

“...Is it for a classmate?”

You hum.

“Mhm. He’s really sweet. A little clumsy. Tries really hard to do the right thing. I think he likes bastcycles?”

Oh.

Oh.

His brain stutters like a bad engine.

“...Wait. Is that—”

Your grin breaks through like sunlight.

“It’s you, dummy.”

He just about drops the wrench.

By the time you two are officially dating, the confusion on campus triples.

“Ace’s sibling? Them? Dating Deuce? What is going on in that family?!”

But Deuce doesn’t care what people say. You make him feel calm. Whole.

Like maybe he doesn’t have to prove himself all the time just to deserve good things.

And when you sit next to him during class and gently fix his tie, or when you sneak him snacks during long lectures with a wink, he feels it again—that dizzy warmth in his chest.

Love, probably.

And if he sometimes ends up sparring with Ace over who gets to walk you to class, well… he’s not sorry.

“Just don’t break their heart, Spade,” Ace says one day, not looking at him.

Deuce nods solemnly.

“I won’t. Ever.”

Because you’re nothing like Ace—but maybe that’s what makes this so special.

And somehow, that kindness of yours?

It’s exactly the kind of chaos Deuce Spade’s heart needed.

[halastar05]

Y’all need to stop giving me Epic AU ideas-

I need an Odysseus who is legit Haunted by everyone. Like, actually ghosts, that follow him around and talk to him. Odysseus startled on Calypsos island because he must being going insane, he can see Polites and Eurylochus and his mom. Turns out his close brush with death made him able to see them. After the ghosts realize Odysseus can see them they go crazy. At first Eurylochus refuses to talk to Odysseus. Odysseus is pretty sure he is actually insane. Calypso is so confused why this man keeps talking to the air. Anticlea attempts to hug her son and everyone sobs.

[luckyashes-art]

ough,, wonder if ichika ever feels conflicted about saki being a ghost,, (her friend died but now she's back and she's acting normally but ichika knows that she's back because she has unfinished business and is scared she'll disappear when that unfinished business is over,,,,) (sorry im just a massive sucker for ichika angst-)

Oh definitely! All of Leo/need and anyone close to Saki would have mixed feelings about the situation. Even Saki herself!

Ghosts in this PJSK Monster AU are rare, usually coming into being when the person passes with strong regrets/wishes and/or unfinished business.

It is true that ghosts will disappear once their business is finished, but in Saki's case her wish is to reunite and be with her friends until the end (cuz I gotta have da childhood friends be together forever 😢).

Taking that wish literally, it's more-so safe to say Saki will be around until after all of Leo/need is gone. Which sounds nice until you think about how being a ghost causes Saki to lack a lot of things (least physically).

By being non-corporeal, Saki loses the ability to age as well as the ability to physically feel anything. Years will go by and she'll look like she hasn't aged a day, while everyone else around her grows old and graying. Over time she might forget what it's like to be held in a loving hug/embrace, to be able to remember the taste of her favorite foods, or even recall the scent of blooming flowers.

I could honestly probably go on a while on how being a ghost works within the AU, but it's also still kinda a work in progress 💀 Point is!! It's terrifying and unsettling honestly, for everyone Saki knows.

It's good that she can still exist within the realm even as a spirit, but deep down they know they can't gloss over how her physical body is now gone. They're all aware of the implications of being a ghost, so they can't help but feel like they've lost someone dear to them despite her still being in front of them.

I'd like to think that until the end of their days, they'll still hold onto that loss. But they'll also cherish the extra time they've been given to still make memories with Saki. (Plus thinking about the ordeal of mortality and spirits can get overwhelming so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 best not to dwell on it!!)

[donaviolet]

Friendship is the most special thing in the world because no award could be give me bigger happiness than jumping around in my room and smiling because my pookie asked me if I wanted to match pfps

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Playing a horror ttrpg, but I choose to forget that it's horror and get caught up in being friends with a cool NPC and talking to ghosts :)

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

@xtrrdnrypotato @livingdead-g1rl

[fic-girlie]

hello! can i request !joel x reader having sex trying not to make noises cuz they heard something but joel goes faster and puts his hand on your mouth and fucks her even harder ?? thank u xxxxx

Silent fire

Pairing: pre-jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader Summary: In an abandoned building, you and Joel share a desperate, silent moment of passion—danger close, love closer. Warnings: established relationship, explicit sexual content (+18), dirty talk, softdom!Joel, semi-public sex (abandoned diner), unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie

The building is silent except for the wind groaning through the cracks in its frame, the long-forgotten bones of some convenience store or diner sagging under the weight of disrepair. You’d scouted it earlier with Joel, quiet and methodical, weapons drawn, his hand sweeping low behind your back like he could shield you from anything with just the curve of his palm. Nothing moved but dust. No infected, no people, just overturned tables and splintered tile and the leftover ghosts of the world that used to be.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You both know it.

There’s a tension in the air — not between you, never between you, not anymore — but outside. In the streets. In the faint noise you both heard earlier. Something distant, something maybe-human, maybe-not. A click or a cough or a bootstep. It had Joel freezing beside the window, jaw tight, body coiled like he could spring at any moment. And now you're tucked away in the dark behind the broken counter of the store, down on the dusty floor, half-surrounded by fallen shelving and dry paper cups, nothing but adrenaline and the thick, raw ache of need pulsing between your legs.

Joel’s mouth had been on yours a minute ago — desperate, fast, tasting like sweat and silence — before he turned you around, pushed you down, tugged your pants off with a quiet urgency that felt like it might kill you. Like he couldn’t stop even if he tried.

“Don’t make a sound,” he murmurs now, his voice low and wrecked behind you, thick with heat and warning. His body is already lined up with yours, one strong hand gripping your hip, the other braced on your lower back, grounding you. “You hear me, baby?”

You nod — more like a shiver than a movement — your cheek pressed to the cold, dusty floor, arms bent beneath you for leverage. You can feel the weight of him behind you, the press of his cock between your thighs, already leaking and hard, sliding between your slick folds.

And he’s not even inside you yet.

It’s always like this when the world feels close to ending. When it’s not safe, when it’s wrong. That’s when Joel wants you most — or maybe it’s just when he lets go of the leash he keeps wrapped around his throat every other hour of the day. He never says it. He doesn't need to. It’s in the way he touches you, the way he ruts into you like he’s starving, like you’re the only thing left in this godforsaken world that still feels good, still feels real.

He slides into you in one long, careful thrust — or as careful as he can be when your pussy clenches around him like that, so tight and warm and wet it knocks a groan loose from his throat that he catches too late.

You glance back at him, your face hot and mouth already parted to moan, but his hand is there before you can make a sound — big and rough and callused as it clamps over your mouth from behind. He leans down close over your back, chest against your spine, breath hot against your ear.

“Told you, baby. Gotta be quiet,” he growls, and this time it isn’t just a warning. It’s a command.

He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back in, his hips snapping against your ass with a force that jolts through your entire body. You scream — or you would, if his hand wasn’t pressed so tight over your mouth. The sound dies against his palm, muffled and wet, your eyes rolling back as your knees dig into the dusty floor for leverage.

He starts to move faster then, like he can’t stop himself, like whatever they heard outside doesn’t matter anymore — or maybe it does, maybe that’s why he’s fucking you like this. Because if something’s coming, he wants this first. Wants to feel you wrapped around him, clutching at him, writhing beneath him while he breaks you apart.

Your hands scrabble at the cracked linoleum for purchase as Joel pounds into you, the sound of skin against skin swallowed mostly by the walls but loud enough to send your blood surging in fear. The thought of being found, caught like this — it’s terrifying. It’s also hot. Too hot. Blindingly so.

You clench around him again, tighter, your body trembling with the effort to stay quiet, and Joel groans deep against your shoulder. He bites it — just a flash of teeth through fabric, a half-snarl of pleasure — then straightens up, hand still clamped over your mouth, the other dragging you back into every thrust with bruising force.

He’s so deep. Too deep. You’re soaked, dripping down your thighs, and he’s bottoming out every time now, fucking you harder than he should, faster than he promised, losing himself in the slick heat of you like there’s nothing else that matters. Nothing but your cunt squeezing him, milking him, begging for more.

You want to speak. You want to tell him you’re close, that you can’t take much more, that it’s too much — but all that comes out is a muffled whimper, your breath wet against the seal of his palm, his fingers digging into your cheek.

“Shh,” he breathes again, gritting it out as his hips stutter. “I know, baby. I know. Just take it. You’re doin’ so good for me.”

You don’t know if he means taking his cock or taking the silence, but either way, you feel like you’re going to shatter. The pressure is unbearable — a tidal wave just behind your ribs, right at your spine, winding and winding and tightening with every ruthless thrust of his hips.

And then, from somewhere outside, there’s a noise.

A real one.

A bootstep on gravel. Close.

Joel freezes — just for a second. His hand tightens over your mouth. You’re both perfectly still, the only sound your ragged breathing, the wet throb between your legs, the quiet, obscene drip of where your bodies are still joined.

Then — nothing. The step fades. A pause.

And Joel, who should stop, who should pull out, who should be focused on survival — does the opposite.

He fucks you harder.

Rough, brutal thrusts now, his hand never moving from your mouth as he pistons into you, using your body like it belongs to him — which, here and now, it does. His jaw is clenched. His eyes are wild. You can’t see them, but you feel it in the way he grips you, the way he pushes even deeper, chasing his release with a feral, reckless drive that almost makes you come just from the sheer force of it.

You’re shaking. Your arms barely hold you up. You’re grinding back on him now, desperate and unthinking, your body so close to the edge it’s terrifying.

And he knows it.

Joel leans back down, his chest slick with sweat as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and growls low against your ear.

“Come for me. Now. Be fuckin’ quiet and come for me, baby.”

Your body obeys him before your mind even catches up.

It crashes through you like a gunshot — fast, hard, splitting you apart as you clamp down around him, your legs buckling beneath you. Your vision goes white. Your scream is caught by his hand again, swallowed whole as you convulse under him, trembling violently while your orgasm pulses out in thick, molten waves that won’t stop. Your nails dig into the linoleum. Your face is wet with tears or sweat or both, and your whole body is shaking, locked down around the thick, throbbing weight of him inside you.

Joel curses under his breath — low and gravel-rough — and he doesn’t stop moving. Not through your orgasm. Not when your pussy spasms around him so hard it pulls another whimper from your chest. He fucks you through it, pace sloppy now, desperate, chasing his own edge with a kind of wild, breathless restraint.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses, voice barely human. “Gonna come — shit — can’t stop—”

You try to nod, to tell him yes, to let go, but you’re so dazed and overstimulated you don’t even know if you move. He fucks you deeper, faster — his hand still silencing you, his chest rising in ragged heaves — until finally his hips slam forward one last time and he groans deep against your back, coming inside you with a violent tremor.

You feel it all.

The hot, wet pulse of him spilling deep inside you. The shudder in his arms. The way his grip on your mouth softens as he breathes through it, forehead dropped to your spine, trying not to collapse over you completely.

You both stay there for a moment — still joined, still panting, still trembling in the thick, oppressive quiet of the building.

The danger outside hasn’t gone. You know that.

But for now, in this space between breath and aftermath, you feel more alive than you have in weeks.

Joel eventually lifts his hand from your mouth, slow and careful, then shifts his weight back just enough to ease himself out of you. You wince at the slick slide — at the heat of him dripping down your thighs — but you don’t say a word. Your voice wouldn’t work anyway.

He tucks himself back into his jeans quickly, grim-faced now, the soldier in him returning to the surface as fast as the tension had snapped. He scans the room like he’s expecting a threat to jump out of the drywall, then turns back to you with something softer in his eyes.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, reaching down to help you up.

Your legs are weak, thighs soaked and shaking, and when you stand, your knees buckle enough that Joel catches you against him, one arm curling around your waist, the other tucking your pants back into place. He presses a kiss to the side of your head — nothing fancy, nothing lingering. Just contact. Just proof that he’s still here, and you’re still his.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes into your hair. “Didn’t mean to lose control like that. I just—”

You shake your head, fingers tightening on his shirt, your voice rough when it finally comes.

“Don’t apologize.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing away the streak of something wet at the corner of your mouth. His expression is unreadable — worry, guilt, hunger still not quite sated — and something else that makes your chest tighten.

Love, maybe.

He doesn’t say it. He never does. But it’s there, written in the way his fingers tremble against your skin, in the way his body shields yours even now.

Outside, the world waits.

The sound doesn’t come again — not the bootstep, not the breath of danger — but you both know better than to trust silence.

Joel leans in and presses one last kiss to your temple, then reaches down to grab your pack from the floor. He slides your weapon into your hands with a look that says stay close, keep quiet, I’ve got you, then moves toward the back exit like nothing ever happened.

But your legs still ache. Your lips are swollen from his hand. And between your thighs, the echo of him still lingers — thick, warm, and dripping — as you follow him into the darkness.

[yuukirita]

I know they probably wouldn’t interact, being the same soul and stuff, but it would bee so fucking funny if B127 was just following bumblebee around wonder wtf happened to his friends. How it get to this point? Was it cuz he died? Anyway I love your aus’ so much they are running 24/7 around my head like a hamster in a wheel

I like the idea that Bumblebee (new bee) Doesn't remember anything from his past-

BUT I LIKE EVEN MORE the idea that There's still bits of b-127 in bumblebee. Maybe not to the point theres a fully formed ghost b-127 following him around (wich would be funny as heck and totally a valid way to do this au- they have the same spark but they can be different people) but there can be moments out of nowhere he thinks "how did it end up like this?" or "This is all my fault" things like that.

And feelings as well- like the first time bumblebee sees Megatron, after being raised by the autobots and he knows how bad he is- but the first time he sees him in person hes happy to see his friend. And it doesn't make sense because... that's not his friend (but it used to be)

There just need to be enough of those moments for US to remember (and weep) that 'yeah- you feel like that cuz you WERE friends'

But it should never bee too much that the bots in the story are suspicious that Bumblebee is actually B-127. He reminds them of their old friend, yes- but they'd never dare think they're the same person (cuz they're not really. rehincarnation is fun like that)

It's a tragedy- because we know who he used to be. And so much bad stuff is gonna happen to him. and we love that

Also Bumblebee could talk to B-127 in dreams and stuff- that'd be cool. I rambled so much now I'm lightheaded.

AND- i just need to repeat myself. Having B-127 following Bumblebee around would be hilarious and I love that idea.

'listening to Megatron do an evil speech over a pile of dead mechs'

B-127's ghost behind Bumblebee, trying to communicate: Ok other me, I know I said Megs was a good guy, but I'm starting to consider he might have gone bananas.

KEEP ON CREATING! HUG HUG AND A HIGH FIVE!

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

hey so how do you think Riddle, Epel and Lilia would deal with them having a crush on reader who they are friends with. They’re in a group project with 3 other people and from one of the ghost girls, discussion of types of boys their into comes up and they go on about how “Epel/Riddle/Lilia are too short for my taste”. And the boys crush is like “you know, It’s your loss if you don’t date a boy just cuz he’s short”.? (Reader has never really made comments about their height and perceived “delicate appearance”. Reader actually thinks the three of them is gonna be handsome one day).

A/n: No comments this time !!! I'm just rushing (I think) !!!

Gender neutral, use of 'you'.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Lilia Vanrouge[💘], Epel Felmier.

💘Appearances over heart? Damn.💘

Summary: He was in love with you, his best friend. I mean, like, infatuated. But, still couldn't confess, why? Either they were too much of a coward or simply needed time to process their feelings. But, what if? One day, you and him get into a group project, with three other girls that decide to talk about types of boys instead of putting in the effort of actually being someone's type, then they go talking about height. Their pride is higher than their almost to [none] admirers.

Warnings ⚠️: idk OOC(?), Cussy, fluff lots of fluff, shaming men's appearance, use of 'you', cussy, insults, idk what else to add in here.

Riddle Rosehearts [his and my momma r the same person 😒]

Scene: You and Riddle were friends, like tight-knit friends. You'd always come by to check up on him, offering him [food of your choice], and doing normal stuff like friends should do [and not touch-]. Riddle will always tie your bow when it's crooked, even tie your shoelaces if you don't know how, and always remind you to get to class before you are late. You've always known Riddle has a temper whenever someone comments on his height *Sneaks a glance at Floyd* but, either you or Trey, he manages to calm down. It kept going on like this until Cater had pointed out how soft he had been lately, how he looked forward to seeing you more and teased him about it. Riddle had never had a crush on anyone. Not until now. So, one morning, a group project came up, and you just so happened to be in the same group project with him [<-teachers knew] and assigned three other girls, but the thing is. They just talking, not doing their work.

•Riddle does not like this one bit, the fact that they are just talking and laughing rather than doing their work frustrates him.

•No, he's not mad at you for doing the same thing, just scolded you. (<-favoritism)

•He just wanted some peace

•"I rlly hate short men, like idk why are they short?? Haha! They are sooo not my type. And like, I would rather have tall, rich guys. And honestly? I really don't like Riddle's height-" "Maybe work on that appearance first, so that maybe, the entire race of every men wouldn't reject you. It is very obvious that you were rejected by one. Now get over it, and do your fucking work. Don't insult Riddle's height, at least his intelligence is higher than both your egos."

•Damn. Now he's red as heck. I mean sure, he was mad about the two girls talking about his height, then going to comment more about how much they dislike his height, until you stepped up.

•He's honestly feeling a bit proud of himself, you haven't even commented about his height once, and he's grateful for it. And he's blushing so much he almost lost focus on the project, but of course, like the model student he is, he clears his throat and continues the project. All the while sending a displeased look at the girls, with pure disappointment.

Lilia vanrouge[Hana, r u going to find this one?? 🫶]

Scene: You and Lilia were just 'friends'. But you guys talk to each other, A LOT. To the point everyone knows you both are literal buddies whenever there's a school gossip, exams, quizzes, tests, and especially projects. But you two managed to finish in time [or through the deadline]. Lilia liked scaring you out of the quiet blue, playing little lovely tricks on you, and pranking you then gifting you, your [favorite snack]. You'd also do the same thing for him, scaring him unexpectedly from a random timing that of course fails everytime, you giving him little tricks he finds cute, and you give him his favorite snacks as well! Oh, and when there's marshmallows on it? Dw, you can eat it! So, he doesn't know when it happened, but he gained feelings for you, at first he thought it was physical attraction, but then he noticed small things about you. Your laugh, your smile, your hair in the breeze, your eyes gleaming with joy, and a grin so blinding he wishes it would be the last thing he sees. So, let's say one day, there was this group project from professor Crewel. You and Lilia get paired up, with two more people. But, these people aren't particularly pleasing to be around with...

•Oh my, instead of doing their work, they are just talking about men and heights.. oh, poor Lilia! They don't seem to like short cuties like him !!! :(

•"To be honest? I don't like Lilia that much. Like, his height is so small how's he going to get a partner? Seriously, I don't get why everyone seems so nice to him, he's a short lil' guy that can't do shit-" "And neither can you. Now sit the fuck down if flapping your mouth away is all you can do." "Excuse me!??" "I'm sorry, you must be deaf as well. You might need hearing aids, Lilia is older than you and can still hear clearly, I'm surprised that you have the senses of a long-dead ancestor. I wonder how good you are with running that mouth of yours instead of shutting the fuck up." "..."

•OHHHHH BURNNNN !!!! My, beastie, he never knew you had that in you! What a surprise!~

•It was quite satisfying seeing them sit back down and doing their work rather than blabbing nonsense. It was quite refreshing to see another side of you as well! Who know you were capable of such thing?~

•Ah, well that just made him fall for you even more... my, what to do with his ancient heart that beats for you? He feels youthful again.

•chuckling he continues to do the project. Although, he wouldn't do it completely without messing around with you first!~

Epel Felmier [My buddy, my bestie, where are your simps?]

Scene: You and Epel were inseparable. He fights, you support. He's going against Vil? You're there. He's going to fight someone for dissing his height/mistaking him as a girl? You're there, along with drinks and popcorn. He wants to be manly? You cheer him on and encourage his dreams, but even so, he can still be manly while looking the way he is. You wish he sees that, and he's trying he really is. But it never looked manly enough. So you've done a different method, you'd hang out with him not to encourage his manliness or to discourage because he's 'girly' but to make him enjoy what's in front of him in life. And he's grateful for that. He wishes this could go on and on forever. That is, had he not been too caught up in this moment he would've realized that he had fallen quite hard for you. So one day, when a project came up and you two got paired with two more others, things started to get into a, unpleasant turn.

•Epel knew these fuckers were up to no good, I mean, look at them! They just scream 'schemers' !!!!

• "Yeah, so like my type in guys, would be AT LEAST taller, and-" everything goes blank for Epel. He, who had been trying to impress you for weeks, had gone into a sudden insecurity. What if they're right? Girls like tall guys because they are much more manly, right?

•"Yeah, I know right ! And like, Epel is the LEAST attractive, but he's way too cute and girly for me-" he wants them so dead-

•"How about you sit your asses down and shut the fuck up? The only thing YOUR good for is sitting down and look pretty.

...

...Pretty fucking useless. Epel is much stronger and better than the two of you, bet you can't carry a crater all on your own. So, before you fucking judge and open that mouth of yours even when you don't know what he's capable of, I'd suggest you stop and reconsider. Please, use your brains. If you have any, that is."

•DAMN. Ouch prefect, never knew you had that in you!

•And you defended him! That's his job! That's... you defended him despite his height...? Man, he just fell for you more!

•Maybe having a fierce and supportive partner would be nice, together with him...

The End.

A/n: WOOO!! I FINISHED YAYAYA!! :>

Enjoy a smiling Lilia Vanrouge (*´ω｀*)

I hope you had fun reading !!! Srry if short, I'm just hurrying !!

[ghostbusters6]

reader biting COD men( 141+König)

THIS WILL BE NSFW MDNI !

Warnings: this drabble mentions sex and spanking!!!! MDNI!!!!

(Jonny "soap " McTavish)

Sfw> first time reader bit him he thought reader was weird but reader kept doing it while they were cuddling cooking just talking would bite his shoulder arm bicep just little soft bites.

Nsfw> When reader and soap are having yk reader will bite His shoulder to quiet there moans. If readers close to soaps neck they will bite his neck soap thinks its hot when reader bites but u can tell when reader and soap yk he's covered in bite marks and um let's say reader isn't really quiet:)

(Simon "ghost" Riley)

Sfw> happened when ghost and reader were cuddling ghost was about to fall asleep but felt teeth sink into his pec yup reader wanted a snack scolded reader like a little kid for biting but reader did stop nope! Ghost muscles are just so biteable . If readers laying in his lap they will chew on his fingers lightly.

Nsfw> ghost took the habit of biting when he's about to cum( SAFE SEX PEOPLE!)will bite readers shoulder or cheek makes reader giggle slightly has a habit of sinking his teeth into readers thighs when he's down there;)

(captain john "price")

Sfw> kinda just thought it was a little quirk didn't really think anything of it didn't hurt him so who is he to stop his little baby to sink there teeth into him. Reader slightly feels bad and will kiss the spots they bit.

Nsfw> price doesn't like when u bite him when he's fucking into u so he will just shove his digits into readers mouth and command reader to suck them. When readers sucking his fingers reader thinks its a bright idea to bite his fingers yup no reader ended up over His knee price likes spanking reader

(Kyle "gaz " Garrick)

Sfw> thought it was adorable that reader would just decided to take a little bite of him always made the joke of " damn I taste that good ya ?". Would bite reader to see what all the hype was about he kinda liked it so now him and reader bite each other

Nsfw> gaz loves giving readers Hickeys not just little bruises like there purple big hard to cover up and always dose it just about below readers jaw so nothing can cover it up. Reader hates it but he always makes the Hickey's when he's made reader cum like 5 times so there so fucked out of it they don't notice.

(König)

Sfw> this is why he calls reader puppy reader lovessss to bite him he's just easy so big so many spots König Carry's reader almost all the time cuz reader asks so he can't say no to thoses puppy eye ? Reader likes to bite his neck shoulders just anywhere reader feels like it König pinch's readers cheeks when they bite to hard

Nsfw> reader likes to nip at Königs tip makes him blush and flustered makes reader giggle never dose reader hurt him never how could u hurt the big puppy! König gets back at reader by biting there nipples or thighs.

First time writing nsfw hope y'all like it thank u @kittygonap for the idea ily sweetie!! Banner credits to @tinylilacbun IM SO SO SORRY I FORGOT GAZ 😭

[flamingpudding]

All right you got my creative juices running with part five of Klarion is Dan yes the first series I ever came to you with

To find him Klarion isn't the only one living in the DC dimension in like the word of protective mother Danny is he sent one of clarion's older siblings to go with him Larsal/Lassie

She was one of the clone children that was created long before Danny knew that was trying to clone him she was one of the first failures

She doesn't really have a physical form as much she is more of like a big pit of water that has like a spiritual like form like Dr Fate

She hates Vlad so much that the entire League of assassins who's also hit him even though they don't know who he is but know that Danny got from Clockwork was about her and visiting

Klarion knows about the quote as the same thing last knows about him being a villain they keep each other secrets cuz they know they make Mom disappointed

When they do have somewhat of a physical form it's a cowgirl with a horse made entirely of Lazarus Pits

Along with that Vlad making surprise visit after feeling someone's littering his name more than usual it's like a call about anytime he knows his children or Daniel is talking about him

Also Batman's freaking out after I think that one of Danny's kids is such a little hater that they made a cult just despite their father which makes the Justice League think Vlad really that bad

This is just the funny idea and I know it's not a good prompt I'm still trying to think of more sorry

Oh I love this! Thanks you!

This is going to be fun in a way I hope! Enjoy~

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Danny barely avoided getting questioned further about his relation to Vlad when he noticed the green post-it note and made a grab for it. "Oh would you look at that! Pop is sending us a message!"

Okay maybe he said that louder than necessary but he needed to change the topic. He didn't need more people on to torment the fruitloop. His own kids were already giving the man enough grief as it was. He didn't need distant cousins or an entire hero society of another dimension coming after the fruitloop too. Not that he would mind that much but some mercy towards the redeemed man would probably be appropriated.

Either way Danny focused his attention on the note only half heartedly listening as Klarion continued his family tree explanation to his little hero friends. He blinked at the note several times before laughing happily. "Would you look at that! Lassie is going to come by! Your Granpa Clock is giving us a heads up, so I can prepare a fresh batch of ectoplasm for her to stay healthy!"

Whatever Klarion was explaining right now was abandoned as he sat up straight. "Lassie is coming too?"

"Well of course she is." Danny hummed happily, thankful for the chance of seeing both his kids that liked to life in the same dimension.

"Lassie?" Red Robin piped up questioning. Oh looks like this is one of Klarions siblings they hadn't gotten to yet regarding explanations.

"Yes my fourth oldest but unofficial second oldest." Danny nodded with a proud mother smile on his face. "She lives in this dimension too to keep an eye on Klarion so he would stay safe and dosen't over do it."

Klarion on the other hand groaned. "I don't need Lassie to baby sit me!"

"Klarion, sweety you were new to the whole living alone in another dimension thing. You spent the longest in FarFrozen and the Ghost Zone with me because of your destabilisation." Danny reprimanded him softly and the teen heroes snickered behind Klarions back to which the witch boy turned to glare at them with a greenish blush across his cheeks.

"So what does that sister of yours look like?" Impulse asked to change the topic and because he took a bit of pity on Klarion for the way his Mom was apparently embarrassing the witch boy. His question resulted in Klarion flipping though the photo album before stopping at an image of Klarion next to a pit of green something. Impulse arched an eyebrow and was about to comment when he got pushed roughly to the side by Red Robin.

"THAT'S A LAZARUS PIT!"

The way Batman's chair clattered to the ground as the man stood up looked every bit like he was going to rush over to the teens spoke for the shock that Red Robin shout had caused. The Ghost King and Klarion on the other hand looked rather calm as they barely reacted to the shout and Danny even motioned to Batman to sit back down again, as the chair that fell rightened itself again.

"Calm down. Lassie is a good child. She wouldn't hurt a fly." Danny told them smiling, not realising that both Batman and Red Robin were giving him increadulous looks behind their mask.

"A.... good child?" Batman repeated his slowly his voice even more tinged with his usual gruff gravel in a way that both Superman and Wonder Woman side eyed him worried while Flash snacked on a pack of melon flavoured ships he snacked from a table.

"She doesn't have a physical body, that is why she is relying on the pits of natural ectoplasm your dimension has. There was a little problem with her physical form and we just couldn't restore it and she refuses to get a unoccupied clone body like Klarion has." Danny explained further not minding the stares he or Klarion were getting.

"Pits of natural ectoplasm?" Batman reiterated, his tone clearly questioning, to which Danny only blinked a couple of times surprised. "I thought your dimension knew what they were? Sure the way you guys use them is strange and Lassie did sound a bit concerned when she told me about it but I didn't think you guys weren't aware what they were."

"No that is not...." Red Robin started but then but himself of as he turned around hurriedly in a defensive position as he noticed someone coming in through the window. He wasn't the only one. All the heroes reacted as one at the new presence, however what they didn't expect was a member of the League of Assassins blinking up at them stunned after climbing in through the window lifting their hands palm up in a gesture of peace.

"Woah hey there calm down! Klarion what the fuck? Why are there so many heroes in your Apartment?" The LoA member spoke up and all eyes turned to Klarion who instead only deadpanned. "I told you Mom was visiting to meet my 'friends'"

"Lassie, what did I tell you about possessing bodies?" The Ghost King piped up in a disapproving tone and they heard the distinctive tone of someone knocking their head against the table, probably Constantine.

"Sorry Mom but there are not Pits of ectoplasm near baby brother I could use to form a body." The LoA member, apparently possessed by Klarion's elder sister replied sheepishly. To say Red Robin was weirded out was an understatement. Usually if he encountered LoA members they were aggressive and most likely there to take him or one of his siblings out.

"That's an League of Assasin member...." He muttered under his breath to which said member laughed. "This guy was the closest to me to use for the moment. Don't worry I will release him later and he won't even remember a thing. I got my little sheep's well trained."

"Little sheep's?" Wonder Girl repeated a hand on her hip as she stared sceptically, to which Klarion face palmed and muttered a low "Sis shut up...."

"No Lassie, don't shut up." Danny intone from the kitchen table he was still sitting at with the other adults, his head was now resting on his hand as he stared at his two kids who visibly flinched.

The LoA member, possessed by Klarions sister, scratched the back of is head nervously as they faced the Ghost King. "Ah Mom, uhm hehe you know funny story..."

The heroes were pretty sure that the room had gotten several degrees colder and they weren't sure if that was because of the mood of a parent about to interrogate their child or because of the Ghost Kings power. (At a later time Constantine swore it were the Ghost Kings powers.) There was a awkward moment of silence the heroes weren't sure if they should be present for that or not especially when Danny stood up and walked over to the teens.

On reflex Wonder Girl, Superboy, Impulse and Red Robin made room for Danny to walk past them as they watched on torn between curiosity and pity, because clearly Klarion and his sister Lassie must have done something they weren't supposed to do. And honestly they were more curious what they did, after all the Ghost King hadn't been that faced when it got revealed that Klarion was more of a Villain than a Hero to them.

"Lassie, what did you do?" The teen heroes couldn't see Danny's face but from the tone they had a feeling that Danny was arching an eyebrow at his children.

Lassie laughed awkwardly once more. "So... you know how grandma Pandora kind of thought us about how our own emotion can influence those around us exposed to our ectoplasm over a long period of time?"

"Lassie..."

"I might have raised something akin to a cult on accident and passed on my personal grudge and hate towards the fruitloop along to them and they might now have the subconscious drill of attack on sight if Vlad ever makes an appearance in this dimension...." The LoA member slowly spoke up which had several of the adult heroes blinking in disbelief.

Batman especially was in shock of hearing about this since had the most interaction with this 'cult' as apparently one of the Ghost Kings children liked to call the League of Assassins. The bat suit wearing hero was about to interject and ask more but stopped when the Ghost King let out a suffering sigh like the most tired parent in existence. "And you didn't think about telling me this sooner because?"

"We don't like to disappoint you Mom." The two children of the Ghost King replied simultaneously like one united front. Danny in response gave his kids a light chuckle. But before Danny could go on any further Red Robin decided it was probably a good time to interject and remind the Ghost King of their presence.

"I got a question if you don't mind..." He lifted his hand like he was in school as he pulled the attention towards him. His curiosity won over his caution of the situation. "Klarion if the Lazarus Pits are actually 'ectoplasm' as you mentioned before, and are largely influenced by your sisters emotion. What happens to guy that bath regularly in them or someone that got thrown in there and game back out rage filled?"

"Red Robin!" Batman call out reprimanding instantly knowing where Red Robins line of question was going.

The possessed LoA member on the other hand blinked at them before scratching their head sheepishly. "I think I know who your talking about. I am still sorry about that second guy. When he got dunked into my ectoplasm, I kinda just came back from a visit home and had a bad fight with Vlad and was especially rage filled towards him."

"So does that mean...?" Red Robin inquired further ignoring Batman's silent glare towards him for even bringing these questions up and just as Lassie was about to answer Danny interjected.

"Lassie, go fix your cult." Another green note at materialised out of nowhere and had fluttered in the air before him and caused the Ghost King to face palm the moment he read it's context.

"Mom?" Both Klarion and Lassie asked with a shared worried glance.

"Vlad has come into the dimension for some reasons and is currently getting chased down by your cult."

There was a stunned silence after which Klarion and Lassie, in the body of the LoA member, broke out laughing hysterically which only caused Danny to lightly glare at his children. Meanwhile the teen heroes weren't sure if they should feel sorry for the old man called Vlad but considering all the red flags they had picked up from what Klarion told them, they felt a little like the man deserved that.

The adults on the other hand felt slightly torn, well mostly Batman. It was clear that this Vlad was a bigger threat than both Klarion and the Ghost King were making him out to be, considering the entire existence of the Lazarus Pits hated that man. But on the other hand as heroes they probably should feel obligated to help the man especially if, according to the Ghost Kings words, he was currently gotten chased in their dimension by the League of Assassins.

Danny on the other hand never felt more like a tired mother than he did right now. Sure he knew about his unofficial second oldest hatred towards Vlad but this certainly was a new level of hate. Especially since she apparently 'accidentally' (he doesn't by that at all) raised an entire cult that subconsciously hated him too.

[mydogatemymotivation]

Ok I wanna talk about the Zeb of Kalluzeb cuz sometimes I feel like he gets a little overlooked, but I have thoughts. A lot of people, when they're talking about Kalluzeb, talk about how Zeb can see the light in Kallus that he can't really see in himself all the time, and that's true, of course. But the extent of the discourse around Zeb is about Lasan, and I'm not trying to dismiss that or anything, but there's more to it than that. I think Zeb, the people around him, and the fandom, honestly, have this idea of Zeb that boils down to "good for a laugh, good for a drink, good for a game of sabacc, and good in a fight" and that makes a lot of interpretations of Zeb a little one dimensional.

But think of him this way: he was the Captain of the High Honor Guard on Lasan and he's a Rebellion Captain, and part of an ancient Lasat prophecy. These are all very noble, very honorable things. So how bizarre was it for him, then, to resonate with Kallus. If Zeb can see the light in Kallus then I think it stands to reason that Kallus can see the darkness in Zeb. And I think it would be so much more interesting to see Zeb react to that, because that shakes the foundation of who he thought he was. He sees himself as the white knight character, proud and honorable. So why does he like the fight so much? Why does he find kinship with a man soaked in so much blood? To see this happy guy who's always down for drinks and cards be so enamored with someone from Imperial High Command, I think it would rattle a lot of people, including Zeb.

I think Zeb hides a lot underneath his jovial nature, even from himself, and to have Kallus hold up a mirror to all the parts of himself that Zeb tries to hide would make him feel so exposed. Idk how many of you have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I was thinking about Spike and Buffy (I have a point, I promise, stay with me) and this is very much their dynamic. Buffy, who tries to convince herself that she's 'just a girl' and that she doesn't like being the slayer, likes Spike because he holds up a mirror to all the darker parts of herself. She likes that he's dangerous, she likes that she can be herself, she likes how rough he is, she likes that Spike can see all of that and that he still loves her despite those things, or even because of those things. And I love that dynamic, and I see some of Kallus and Zeb in it. Zeb likes that Kallus is dangerous, he likes the thrill that comes with loving him, he likes that Kallus resonates with darker parts of himself, and that's scary for him.

Kallus gives Zeb an outlet for his anger that can go toe-to-toe with him, he likes that he understands the pain of wanting vengeance and the pain of what happened on Lasan. It feels like, sometimes, the rest of the Ghost crew doesn't quite know what to do with Zeb (and this is no hate to them, I love them, it just bothers me), no one knows how to help him through the anger he has, no one knows how to talk to him about Lasan and he ends ups so alone, even with his family, because how could they understand that kind of darkness. But Kallus does because he was there. (And I don’t mean any disrespect to what Kanan went through, but he had Ahsoka for a long time. And he has Ezra who he can pass the teaching of the Jedi onto. He still has Jedi temples he can go to; we never see Zeb go back to Lasan. He’s also surrounded by other humans, but Zeb’s species itself was under attack. No one else in the rebellion is even breathing air the same way Zeb is. It’s incredibly isolating.)

I keep imagining the two of them in a fight, on the same side finally, and Kallus, being basically a living weapon, is covered in someone's blood and Zeb's first thought is, wow, red really is his color, followed immediately by OH MY GOD WHO SAID THAT. WHO SAID IT. NOT ME. …then again… the way his manic smile reflects off his blood-soaked knife is really - mmmmmnope. Nope,nope,nope not doing that. Not doing it. No thank you. He sees exactly what Kallus is and is incredibly into it. And that would be so distressing for him because he sees himself as this kind, noble person, and he is, but he doesn't want to deal with what it means to love Kallus. And everyone around him sees him as a kind, noble person, so when he starts having feelings for Kallus, he gets pulled to the side by a few who say, "hey, are you okay?" not in a comedic way, but in a genuine, this isn't who you told us you were, what's going on? And Zeb doesn't have any answers because this isn't who he convinced himself he was, either. Everyone put Zeb on this pedestal, but Kallus grounded him, and it’s like everyone is finally seeing this guy at eye level instead of at a distance and Zeb just has to stand there and take it.

Even in Buffy, though, it takes her a long time to accept her feelings for Spike because of how scared she is of herself. When she finally admits to Tara that she and Spike are having an affair, she fully breaks down. Like, she's on her knees sobbing, begging Tara not to forgive her for what she's doing because she wants to be punished by someone, anyone for the way she is, but Tara does forgive her, and she just cries harder. And that kind of shell-shocked, I'm actually as dark as he is, and I don't like that he saw it before I did kind of angst is what I'm talking about.

It's not just Lasan that they have in common. Zeb doesn't just balance Kallus, Kallus has to balance Zeb, too. And that realization that the sunshine character is not the sun at high noon, bright and unobstructed, but rather, the sun at twilight, tinged with darkness and teetering on the edge of falling is so good and there's not nearly enough of it with these two. I mean. Listen. People talk about Kallus' poor mental health but that scene in the finale with the shield generator. That wasn't ~noble sacrifice~, that was an attempt and no one talks about it. I mean, he just lost another member of his family and immediately tried to sacrifice himself. He needs to address his own darkness and work through it because he's not doing any better than Kallus.

Zeb sees the light in Kallus and Kallus sees the darkness in Zeb. They need each other.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Isekai Reader, was possessed by Martha to talk to her son Bruce but as soon as Martha touch Reader, a liquid substance came out of Reader mouth taking in the form of Martha from head to upper body while looking completely possessed like that is not normal possession..

Alfred, giving them a wipe: are you alright?

Isekai Reader: no the lady came out of my fucking mouth, I never thought I would've been traumatized even more but here we are

Isekai reader: she said she will borrow my body and I thought it was a normal possession! Have I known that would happen I wouldn't be able to refuse either way...

Alfred, raise a brow: and why is that?

Isekai reader, on the verge of tears: she might cry and she was so nice

Meanwhile

Bruce: mama... *was too preoccupied to the sight of his mother that he didn't notice*

His kids on the other hand..

Dick: I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight

Duke: I am a bit concerned-

Jason: that was... a bit disturbing..

Cassandra:.... ew..

Damian, looks unfaze on the outside but is disturb on the inside: so that is what grandma sounds like

Tim: ....*sips the remnants of his coffee*

Stephanie: why did I chose to come and visit today?

Barbara, watched through a computer: did their throat hurt?

Isekai Reader: can I please get an ice cream and be left alone to sulk?

Isekai! Reader/you: *crying while holding their big ass plushie* I fucking hate ghost possession, why can’t it be the boring kind of possession!

Dick: *pats their back* there there.

Jason: *brings them a blanket and drapes it over their shoulders* first time for everything.

Duke: *bringing them a tube of ice cream* everything will be fine…hopefully.

Damian: I’m not good with comforting others. *brings out Titus who makes himself comfortable on isekai! Reader’s lap*

Cassandra: I wish I could say it won’t happen again…but it will and hopefully we won’t all be traumatised…again.

Stephanie: how does watching some videos of these doofuses falling sound? *gets her phone out and starts showing funny videos of everyone -except Dick- falling on their asses*

Isekai! Reader/you: you’re all shit at comforting people but I’ll take what I can get from a family of emotionally stunted vigilantes.

…

Damian: isn’t ghostly possession an agreement on both sides?

Isekai! Reader/ you: not exactly in most cases but with your grandmother, yes.

Damian: you didn’t reject her.

Isekai! Reader/you: she’s too lovely of a woman to reject as after every possession she feels bad and I have to tell her it’s okay.

*flashback to after Martha possessed reader to talk to Bruce*

Isekai!reader/ you: *on the floor, holding your knees to your chest as you stare blankly into the distance*

Martha: I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would happen like that! I thought I would just take over your body and not like that!

Isekai! Reader/ you: it’s okay…I’m fine really just…just a little traumatised and am never going to trust any ghost possession scenes ever again cuz that was utter bullshit.

*back to Damian and isekai! Reader/you*

Damian: …we shall speak of this no longer.

Isekai! Reader/you: for once I agree with you demon spawn.

..

Isekai! Reader/ you: *petting Titus and Ace while Alfred the cat sat on your lap* this is nice.

*Terry the turkey walks past you, stops and looks at you*🦃

Isekai! Reader/you: *blinks* hi

Terry the turkey: 🦃 *walks off*

Isekai! Reader: you: fucking rich people and their weird ass animals.

[somethingaboutmint]

Little animation i did......and the živa and mac #deeplore if ur inch rested ˘˘˘˘˘˘˘˘

Mac and Živa have a super complicated relationship built on mutual pining/yearning but doing absolutely fuck all about it for like over a year, which is around how much time it takes Živa to reach the institute. Once Živa is actually at the institute she goes MIA for around a month with nobody knowing what happened or when she'll be back which ends up being Maccready's horrible no good month of 0 news about Živa whereabouts. Živa spends that month getting acquainted to the institute and her old man son and she is absolutely fucking miserable. WORST depressive spiral of her life. She feels like she should like the place but the constant infantilization by her own son aswell as the atrocities the institute is casually commiting make her go bananas. The sudden contrast of the institute compared to her wasteland life where she finally met people she really connected with kind of makes her realize what she really values in life and after a lot of begging Živa is finally let back out into the commonwealth. Maccready is overjoyed to see her safe and Živa feels like she can finally fully focus onto the relationship she wants to have instead of holding onto ghosts from her past......only to find out Maccready's kind of about to dip. He held out in the Commonwealth for as long as he did cuz he really did want to talk to her one last time before he leaves, but his current goal is to return to Washington for Duncan. He doesn't want to subject Duncan to the trip alone without even knowing if he's well enough to handle it and he figures that with his son healthy there's not much tying him to the 'wealth overall....aside from Živa. It'd be this tragic moment of a love that escaped them both if Živa didn't immediately go "fuck it then" and decide to just leave with him LMAO but yknow. it was sad for a second. And then they do come back eventually cuz the Commonwealth overall is less hostile to human life and is easier to raise a kid in (plus Duncan turns out to be able to handle the trip just fine). The songs name is Eu sem Voce btw.

[archangeldyke-all]

hope you're feeling better by the ghosting! Lesbian dating scene is hard out here 😭 have an ask if you're up for it. Or you can just listen abt this scenario I have, totally fine either way just wanna let these thoughts out. And you're my fav sevika writer so! It's a bit angsty/comfort ig? Basically Sevika explaining to reader why it's such a struggle to say "I love you".

Not just because it's an admission of feelings for such a character but I think it's also cuz loving someone also means you have to accept anything could happen to either of them, esp since Zaun and her job are quite dangerous. So saying those 3 words feels like accepting that risk and continue on which is a big thing to do, it's like willingly leaving yourself open to potential heartaches. Idk just recently saw posts about how love is not just a feeling but also a choice, whether to stay/commit/any other reason the person feels what love is. Felt like if the reader is the first thing she's ever cared about and don't wanna lose her (whether it's a breakup, death etc,), she would struggle saying it cuz it feels like accepting that risk which she doesn't want to. She would still make up for it by showing her love & appreciation thru other means tho! Mb the reader had anxious thoughts on whether she reciprocated, or Sevika feels bad for not saying back for so long that she felt like she has to explain why she's struggling.

Sorry if I'm rambling too long 😅 hope you have a great year ahead, love your writing as well! ❤️

i love this sm <33

men and minors dni

even though you've lived in zaun your whole life, you understand that your life's been a lot softer than it could've been.

you've never had to worry about where you'll sleep at night-- you've always had a dry, warm bed to rest in.

you've gone hungry some nights, but you're lucky enough to have never gone more than a few days without a warm meal.

and your choice in career keeps you out of the line of danger; safe and inside most of the day, home before sunset each night.

so, while you're zaunite enough to know how to keep your head down and mind your own business, you understand that for most people life's a lot scarier.

sevika's one of those people.

sevika's known grief for almost as long as she's known how to talk. she's spent her fair share of nights in the cold, and she's gone to bed hungry more often than she's gone to bed full and satisfied. plus, sevika's dedicated her life to being a revolutionary. which means sevika has a lot of enemies.

so it's no surprise that lovey-dovey words come easier for you than they do for sevika.

it isn't until two years into your relationship that you realize she's never said she loves you. sevika has to be the one to point it out.

"i think i gotta call it an early night, baby. you stay up and finish the movie." you say around a yawn, leaning forward to kiss your girlfriend on the couch. sevika pouts.

"just sleep on top of me here." she requests. you snort.

"you'll throw your back out carrying me to bed."

"that's just offensive. i could lift three of you." sevika's pout worsens. "goodnight." she huffs. "give me another kiss."

you laugh and roll your eyes. "i love you." you say with exasperation as you lean in to kiss her. sevika stiffens against you. you pull away to study her face. "'s wrong?"

"you always say that." sevika whispers. you raise an eyebrow at her, climbing into her lap to hold her face between your hands.

"well, yeah. 'cause i do."

"i know." sevika says with a tiny smile. it makes your heart flutter. it's quiet for a moment as you wait patiently for your girl to gather her words. eventually, sevika sighs. "does it ever bother you that i don't say that to you?" she asks.

you frown in confusion. "what, that you love me?" you ask. sevika nods. you sputter a laugh. "yes you do, you say it all the time." you scoff.

sevika blinks up at you in shock. "no i don't." she says. "baby, i've never said it. to anyone. ever."

oh. well, that's surprising. you furrow your brow as you try to recall an instance where your girlfriend let the words slip, and you're shocked to realize that she, in fact, has not. "oh." you say.

sevika gulps. "does that... is that bad?" she asks.

you blink down at her, and your heart shatters. "oh, baby, no." you coo, kissing her frown. "no, that's not bad."

"but-- i should be able--"

"darling, i know you love me." you cut her off. sevika blushes almost as red as she did the first time she saw your tits. you smile, brushing your thumbs over her crimson cheeks. "you make that very clear."

"yeah but i--"

"you moved me into your sacred bachlorette pad three months into us meeting. yesterday, you came home from work with a stab wound, and tried to make me dinner before patching yourself up."

"it was just a scratch."

"i'm not finished. you call me stupid shit like sweetbean and cookie-- and you do it in front of other people! you! sevika; the scary lady of zaun!" she chuckles a little bit at this. "sevika, i didn't even realize you hadn't said it until you told me just now." you kiss her nose. "it's not bad."

sevika leans forward to bury her face against your neck, inhaling deeply. "i just... i want to say it." she whispers. you nod. "i wish i could say it like you do; just, whenever i feel it." god she's romantic. you choke back your own tears as you kiss her scalp. "but... if i say it..." sevika trails off.

"if you say it, it makes it real." you whisper, nodding. "it makes it somethin' you can lose." you can feel her hot tears on your throat. you don't mention it.

"y-yeah." she whispers shakily, her hands clutching at your hips desperately. "and i can't lose you."

"you won't baby. even if the worst happens, i'm yours forever. i'll haunt the shit outta you." this pulls a startled laugh out of her, and you grin. "you don't have to say it for the rest of our lives, if you can't. i won't mind. just as long as we're together."

and that settles it.

for a while...

sevika starts practicing.

she'll spell it out to you, 'i l-o-v-e you, baby.' or she'll whisper it to you when she thinks you're sleeping.

at the three year mark, sevika can say it when she's drunk enough. it's fucking adorable.

"i have somethin' import'nt' t' tell you..." she says with a waggle of her eyebrows. you burst into laughter.

"oh, do you?" you ask.

"mmhmm. look." sevika darts forward to peck your lips, then pulls back with a proud smile. "i love'ya." she slurs. you grin.

"i love you too, baby."

"an' if this jinxes everythin' and y' die-- y' gotta make the haunting obvious 'kay?" she asks. you cackle.

"alright, love."

by the time you're married, the words are almost compulsive for her. sevika can't leave a room without shooting a 'love you' over her shoulder at you. even if you're arguing.

"oh, so you've conveniently got a fuckin' 'meeting' in the middle of the night, on your night to do fuckin' dishes?! if you don't get in the kitchen and grab the sponge right now you're sleeping on the couch!"

"it's six pm, it's a dinner meeting! i'll do the dishes when i get back! you act like i'm fuckin' negligent, but you're the one who doesn't know how to properly clean a fuckin' toilet! janna, you annoy me-- i love you, i'll be back by midnight!" she huffs as she slams the door behind her.

despite how pissed you are-- you can't help but smile a bit at her words.

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[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick Grayson ships in order of how toxic you should write them as adults in an established relationship imo (no batcest and we can discuss the harem at a later time)

Least

Dick X Wally: this is the quintessential friends to lovers story it’s adorable. Naturally a lil bit of toxicity bc nightwing is not a healthy person but still the ratio is 99% cute and 1% angst as adults. Feel free to angst away with the Robin/KF thing

Worlds where this is cute: young justice, earth prime pre Wally meeting Linda.

Dick X Kori: listen to me, if you ignore all the shitty writing (yes the babs wedding thing) they r perfect <3. The only person who I believe can be the lights light ya know. The broke up because they both took hits they couldn’t recover from but they still love each other and they’re my favorite canon pairing they should get back together and have a kid and be a cute lil family.

Worlds where this is cute: TT, Earth prime, DCAU, injustice, titans tomorrow, Lego Batman (every single earth actually)

Dick X Zatanna: cute, childhood crush turned sweethearts turned friends nothing to say here I just don’t think it would be toxic

Worlds where this is cute: young justice

Worlds where this should never happen: all the rest (she dated his dad)

Dick X Joey: I love them so I’m biased their relationship is on par with Dick and Wally taking field trips in the 80s. Also this is joeys most popular ship and that makes me laugh. BUT ANYWAY they’re just very homoerotic and I feel like they respect each other enough the toxicity would be on the lower side.

Worlds where this is cute: literally anytime before he possesses his dad’s body.

Times this is concerning: post possessing nightwings body (anyone remember that happening I just ignore it now, cuz I hate the whole evil Joey thing but if you wanna take this ship from 30% toxic to 140% write it post possession with the dude who had autonomy issues)

Dick x Kara: I just feel like the hero worship would get in the way a little bit

Worlds where this is cute: worlds finest

Worlds where this isn’t: the rest

Dick x Roy: I love them sm ur honor (despite how low I’m putting this, it’s one one my top ships) listen Dick and Roy adore each other and would die for each other, but the baggage?? The years of expectations?? The fights??? The fact that Dick gets more and more closed off when he’s mad usually but him and Roy in the same room and fists fly?? But the only people who can talk to Dick when he’s spiraling are Roy and Donna. Like ROY HARPER is one of Dick people!! You don’t understand how much I love how they can hurt each other while loving each other so so so much. They cause me pain. I don’t believe they’d ever mellow out Dick and Wally tho bc they’re whole relationship is heated they have never had a chill emotion about each other in their history of being characters that exist in the same space.

Worlds where this is cute: literally any world where the titans exist/have existed with speedy and Robin as core members

Worlds where no?: new 52 (I hate new 52 and ignore it tho so no universe sucks bc new 52 isn’t real and can’t hurt me)

Dick X Harley Quinn: see I hated this ship and I hate it in canon but I once read a fic that was good enough I now ship it on the dl and think it would be good for Harley to be with someone who can be a safety net. But like this is AU rare pair type shit and it’s low bc I literally cannot picture a canon universe where this isn’t the most toxic thing ever.

Worlds where yes: DCAU (AU) not even the canon one like the AU of the AU that is the DCAU (take a shot Everytime I say AU)

Dick X Shawn Tsang: I’m sorry yall Shawn was such a boring character I forgot she existed but I remember that she broke up with him after he lost his memory cuz she thought he was ghosting her and like not only does it feel like she just existed to give dick a love interest. Also this comic featured the character death wing and so it’s so low not bc the ship sucks except it does bc why dick?? Are you dating someone who hates heroes?? Why r u like this??? Stopppp but also bc imo the ship has a white bread type of content that is toxic to me personally and that’s more important.

Dick x Bea Bennet: I loved them sm in the beginning, best part of the Ric Grayson arc and then they added the spyral ties and made her a pirate and tbh that ruined it for me. Dick and Bea only work as a cute relationship if Bea is a way out or a window into the outside world like something to ground the man who is always trying to get his feet off the ground. It would be interesting. But now she’s just another another relationship where he didn’t know who he was dating and tbh I don’t think he’d be down for that post literally everything that’s ever happened to him romantically after the age of 16

Dick Babs: yes it’s this low, no I will not change it. It should be lower but I used to ship this so it’s only my fond memories keeping it this high. Babs slept with his father after dating him in at least 2 universes. Dick left Gotham for freedom and she quite literally drags him back Everytime they’re together it feels like about 30 years of Dicks character development is erased. And let’s not talk about Barbara used to be a congress woman Gordon. They deaged her to make her a decent love interest for someone who was a kid when she was running for congress. And because of the fact their characters don’t naturally balance out the way some of his other canon ships do (Bea, Shawn, KORI(the best canon ship imo), hell even Helena) it leads to the characters becoming flanderizations of themselves. Dick is a loveable himbo whose only defining characteristic is his ass and I hate to say it Barbara Gordon literally just turns into female Bruce and I hate it so much but genuinely read though some of their older stuff it’s like..ugh. Anyway I hate this ship I think it’s bad for both of them and while I’m not babs biggest fan I still like her and she and Dick should be best friends who get drunk on weekends and shit talk the bats and their respective teams (titans, birds of pray)

Dick X Helena bertinelli: yall wtf is this ship, if this is your main ship? Why? Tell me? Like what?? Helena??? Esp prime earth Helena?? He has more chemistry with midnighter than her (but we are not discussing the harem so I will remain silent)

Now the most toxic ship that isn’t incestuous is so obvious bc no one has ever pictured this ship with a modicum of health in it except its creator (derogatory) I’m 99% sure every single fic tagged this also has the domestic violence tag

Dick X Catalina Flores. Yeah no a billion times no this shit is so toxic the jack Napier fell into it and became the joker. This shit so toxic it only serves as a trauma boat for another person to swoop in and get him out I hate this so much.

Now dick is an old character so he has about a billion other relationships. But these are either the recent ones (Shawn, Bea) or the ones that have a lot of ao3 clout (birdflash) or something that makes my heart soft (dick and Joey) plus his most iconic 2 pairing I will not be getting into characters like Daphne, Clancy or Betty or anything else or the creepy ones like the fact he’s had shit with both catwoman and taila.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk