#desperate au

[buckets-and-trees]

Psst psst, Aspen... match time! 😎 Match an item to a babe:

simple bracelet that actually pulls out into garotte

leather-bound notebook

knife encrusted with gemstones

a ring with unknown symbol on it

with: Bucky, Nick, Steve, Ari

Bucky filled up around eight leather notebooks when he was in Wakanda. In the beginning he wrote because he couldn't sleep. As he gained back more and more of his mind, writing before bed became one of the rituals he embraced to empty his thoughts to be ready to sleep. He wrote down things he rmembered, he wrote about what he was seeing and learning around him, once or twice he would write down things he hoped for the future - he hadn't hoped for a future since before falling off the train, but he's starting to believe now there's a real future that could be ahead for him, one with some peace and beauty to it. He still writes most evenings before bed now that he's forging his way in the post-Endgame world. (A world that somehow ends up including you, though it's a bumpy enemies/rivals to lovers start.)

Nick won the ring with the unknown symbol on it in a fight four days ago. But he'd do it again, because he knows what the symbol means. It gives him a great deal more power. It means access to the most elite league of men in the country, and when he shows up for his first meeting tonight, he gets to claim a reward - as is customary for each new member when they show up to take their place for the first time.

He's claiming you - the only daughter of the head of the league. Maybe it's why you ran from Alpha Nick. But it's also why he's determined to have you. He had his eye on you, wanted you as his prize - but for a reason, not just to win you.

Cedar Trees King Steve was given a knife encrusted with gemstones as a coronation gift. He keeps it on his person almost always. He has used it a number of times to cut the laces of your corset when he's too impatient to loosen and untie it.

Which leaves Ari with the bracelet that actually pulls out into a garrote. This is a version of Ari who's a dangerous man but with a heart and facade that are cold and threatening with a heart that is warm and generous. He's got a dark past that he's trying to atone for, but some of his demons are coming for you. It's why he's never without a weapon. Though your relationship started in a bit of an unreal way, he's all in with you, and he will stop at nothing to keep you safe, which makes him even more dangerous to the enemies of his past.

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[gorjee-art]

Has it always been you? Did the crown reveal secrets about yourself you didn't wish to know...?

[noodles-and-tea]

Little Stan getting manipulated by Bill has excellent angst potential but consider.

Stanley just, keeps tricking Bill. Because Bill would definitely massively underestimate Stanley and how far he’ll go to protect Ford (like in the actual show). We also know Stanley has the street smarts between the twins and could absolutely tell Bill is full of it.

And because Bill would absolutely loose his mind if he kept getting foiled by a snot nosed eight year old that isn’t even supposed to be here

I like to think that he doesn’t even try that hard he just does not even care about bill

[worsesart]

Nowhere to go but down

[chariix-creates]

Ummm cringe rarepair alert!! Someone call the cringe police!!! Errmrmm!!!!

Literslly my ot3 and they have NO fanart I'm suffering out here..

Coughs extra doodle cause it makes me giggle

[bigfatbreak]

the grand galloping gala goes a widdle differently when the local aristocrats treat Twilight Not Great considering she's been given the reputation of "monster that haunts the library" oop

bonus woonas

[tvobsessivefanatic]

DP X DC Prompt: Bodyguard!Danny

Danny(aged up) is a bodyguard for Bruce.

With how often Bruce gets kidnapped, it'd be suspicious for him to not finally get a personal Bodyguard to follow him around and protect him, so they finally convinced him in getting one.

But becoming a bodyguard for a Wayne will obviously have a lot of things you have to fill in, they'd do a throughout and detailed background check on you before considering on even putting you in their trials to test your fitness abilities and how you react in certain situations, but Danny is desperate, and well, the contract said they'd provide a place to live, and of course an insane amount of cash, all he had to do was guard this one guy as longs as the contract says. To make a background that's unsuspicious, Danny had to get a little help from Technus, or maybe Tucker to make him an identity fit for the job. He's already been trained by Fright Knight the way of the Knight, so pretending to be a bodyguard won't be that hard.

While the trials are being done, Bruce had to personally be there to see who would fit the role the best, Duke and Tim wanted to tag along out of pure curiosity, so imagine the surprise they had when Duke sensed some strange vibes coming from one of them. So they chose Danny, just because they wanted to keep a close eye on a "potential meta".

I like to think that the Batfamily just easily accepts this random meta as their Dad's bodyguard and just casually chats with him overtime whenever they can, they even probably got comfortable enough to walk around the Manor using their full gear while Danny is still inside.

And just to be a good bodyguard, Danny might or might not sometimes follow Bruce around as Batman while being invisible and intangible just to keep him safe...

I imagine Bruce and Danny's relationship to be platonic, but if you want it to be a ship, that could be good too.

Got this idea in the middle of rewatching YJ, saw Lex Luthor with Mercy, just realized how much trust Lex puts into Mercy. And I wondered, It'd be a cool idea if Bruce just casually has a literal King of the Infinite Realms as his bodyguard, so why not?

[anxiousapplepie]

I'm sure this has only happened to Housemaiden!Isabeau's crew at least twice. Maybe more, if only because someone forgot to ask what mysterious meat Siffrin decided to add to a stew or potluck.

bonus sketch because I had to. Confused and judgemental Researcher!Bonnie noises give me much amusement.

[copepods]

the demons. they’re coming for me (fic ideas that i will never write but theyre soso good i promise)

[karoochui]

Been thinking a lot about. My au and Sun especially. Hes so swagless

[courtmartialme]

you ruin everything you touch

[allurilove]

Yandere x Zombie you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Body mutilation, gore, stalking, desperate and perverted man, gender neutral reader, begging, dry humping.

*He doesn’t have a name, and is referred to as “your stalker,” He only exists for reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. Here is part two! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: It’s the zombie apocalypse, and you’re a zombie who has a little stalker/fan. He tried to offer himself to you, but you want nothing to do with him.

You’re just trying to go on about your day being a zombie, but an annoying and persistent man won’t leave you alone. He thinks he’s slick, but you see him, and best him every time.

Your stalker always hated zombies. They reeked of death, their breath sour, and their jaws claimed thousands of souls. He kept quiet as he tiptoed around, hiding his body behind a trash can as you feasted on your latest victim.

You went for the jugular, your teeth puncturing their skin, and a burst of metallic tasting blood filled your mouth. You were wild. Your whole hands, neck, chest, and face were stained with blood. You had a couple of flies around you, which you ate as a snack too.

However, with you, he was infatuated. He never once thought it was disgusting that your skin stuck to your skull, your arm twisted in an unnatural way, and how your hair was matted. Or how your clothes were torn, and you had holes in your shoes.

He tried to trap you. But unlike the other zombies, you were smart. The bear trap didn’t work, he tried to lasso you and failed, he spent time building you a cage, just for you to trap him in it.

When you went after a group of humans, he panicked. He hated when you went after a crowd, and he watched with his heart hammering. He prayed that you would survive, and rip them to shreds.

Your stalker often made sure you were well fed. He dragged an old body that remained untouched, and he purposely pushed it into your view. He winced as the body rolled down the hill and knocked you down like a bowling pin. Whoops.

After this has gone on for months, he became envious. Your attention was solely focused on the girl you trapped against the wall, he huffed and puffed, crossing his arms as the girl continued to scream. He began to wonder how it would feel to be eaten by you.

He handed himself to you like he was the best thing around. He took a shower by the lake, scrubbing his body clean from the dirt and grime. Your stalker wondered if he should just be nude so you had an easier access to him, or be clothed and make you work for it…

Your stalker whistled as he approached you, but you didn’t look at him. Your body just wandering around the abandoned building, and he waved at you. But you ignore him. He purposely laid down in front of you, but you just step on his stomach, making him groan in pain. He watched as you were on the move again, and he grabbed onto your ankle.

“Wait— please!” He tried to bargain with you, “I swear I taste good!” Your stalker whined as you just drag him around, trying to go on about your day again. He decided to do something drastic.

Your stalker needed your attention. He needed to feel your hands on him. He stuffed his mouth with his sock, and he picked up his blade. He jumped a couple of times and his joggers slipped down a bit, enough for him to pull out his member.

It hurt like a bitch. He bit down hard onto the sock as his tears welled up in his eyes, he cut his member from the base— wanting to give you the whole thing.

He handed you his cock, and you took the phallic looking thing in your hands. With some sick perversion he wanted to see you eat it, to hold it in your hands, and watch it disappear down your throat.

He’s seen you eat raccoons, rats, pigeons, and decomposed maggot filled bodies rotting away in the hot summer sun, their guts spilled open, and there was barely any flesh left to eat. He’s seen you dig through trash and shove it in your face.

He watched you tear into your own arm after not being able to find something to feed on for weeks. He watched you bite into a pee soaked leg after the human pissed itself after seeing your morbid face.

And yet you wouldn’t eat his freshly cut dick?

You looked at him with an unamused expression.

Your stalker frowned, his hands snatching back his body part after you refused to eat it. His hands were shaking, and his legs about to give out— due to his wound he haphazardly wrapped with bandages. His ego was bruised.

You continued to stare at him with disgust, as if you haven’t done something as vile as this. But to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you were eating humans. It was the damn virus.

First, you don’t care to eat him. Second, you barely seem interested in him. And now third, you’re rejecting his offering? This was enough to make a grown man cry.

“Is it too small for you?” He pouted. “I- I happen to be a grower-“

He swore he saw you roll your eyes. For someone who barely had any mobility except for shuffling around, you had the gall to roll your eyes. You just groan. You try to wave your arm at him— to dismiss him, but you just smacked his face.

“Am I not appealing to you?” He glared at you, his face turning pale. His pants are soaked in blood, and he twitched.

The man fell down to his knees, throwing his dismembered cock to the side, and he clasped his hands together. His breath is ragged, and looked at you as if you were an angel who could take him out of his misery.

And so you do.

Most of your victims are scared, clawing at your arms and leaving red harsh marks on your skin, but he holds you closer. He moaned as your body was pressed up against his— chest to chest. You sat right on his hips. His blood tasted like nectar, it was pleasant and sweet. Your tongue swiped at his sweat.

“Oh god yes! Please eat me!” He cried out, and his fingers dig into your rib cage as you start to grind onto him.

He was already on deaths door step, his heart beat slowing down, and his grip slightly loosened. Your stalker’s moans, and the chanting of your name quiets. It wasn’t long before he let out his last breath.

Your stomach is full and you’re satisfied.

[zu-is-here]

(y)our personal hell

[11/9] Blueberror & ["11/10"] Error by loverofpiggies

Underswap by popcornpr1nce

[rafey-baby]

something something about pervy prince!rafe who’s entirely too touchy with his innocent little maid who’s always so sweet to him and never fails to obey his every wish.

And maybe that means digging her fingers into his tense shoulders after a long day— his borderline obscene groans of contentment making her eyes round out while he’s lying on his stomach and she’s on top of him on his large bed because apparently it’s ‘easier this way’.

Or sleeping next to him whenever he has trouble calming down after a particularly dreadful nightmare. She’d try her hardest not to pay any mind to the butterflies flapping their wings in her tummy when he’d rest a heavy arm on her waist, mumbling out how ‘you always make me feel better’ while tugging her closer against his chest.

They both know the way he acts towards her is far from appropriate. However, neither of them seem to care too much when he slips his fingers under the hem of her nightgown and lets his thumb smooth over the skin of her inner thigh; his heartbeat finally slowing down along with his steady breaths tickling her neck as peaceful slumber embraces him.

All the while she’s confused as to why she feels so warm and restless all of a sudden.

[doctorsiren]

This would only work on Calypso’s island