#diana harding

[pendleton-manor]

Modern AU Pendletons :D they're going to crush it at the annual yacht club luncheon

Where is Treavor, who was responsible for texting him...

[not-another-robin]

30 years old they should be at the cluuuub

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

I read Howl’s Moving Castle and it is officially a comfort book now so here is Sophie :D

[homage-to-errata]

@dianakko-week Day 1: Sun and Moon/Music Music school AU! In which Diana plays a piano, Akko plays a guitar, and the two have a lot of fun together: "Diana threw her head back and laughed. Funny how the compliments didn’t bother her the way that they always did when they were spoken. Maybe it was because of the slightly teasing gleam in Atsuko’s eyes and the wry grin that touched her lips. It was obvious they were having fun, and that, too, made it worth it. They continued playing together, improvising lyrics at points but mostly just having fun. In fact, Diana couldn’t remember the last time that she had had this much fun just playing music. She enjoyed playing music, but it wasn’t fun very often. This… was a very nice change of pace." This illustration is part of a collaboration with my friend @onhirel, who wrote an amazing and heartbreaking story for day one that will no doubt stick with me for a long time. You can read it here. Thanks for letting me be a part of the story's creation <3

[bruciemilf]

The justice league thinks manbat is Batman in his true form and will ask him to transform if a fight is too hard and Batman would be like:🤨???

Here's the thing; Every Justice League member aside from Clark and Oliver is convinced Bruce has a superpower. They just have different theories on what said superpower Is.

Diana: Shadow manipulation

J'onn: Has a plan for everything and a PowerPoint presentation for any subject. Any. Subject.

Barry: Bottomless cape

Victor: Endless utility belt

Arthur: Indestructibility/abnormal pain tolerance like what the fuck

Billy: Scaring the fuck out of people with a look alone

Hal: Telepathy but with kids only

[dianadiaries]

MOVIE DATE.. with a twist!

Heeseung x fem. Reader

🎬 : summery — maybe there was something weird with yall but no one can see… so whats the problem? nonidol!heeseung,fingering, dirty talk, public sex. REMINDER WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT

🎞 : warning — no minors / ageless blogs allowed, this has 18+ content and isn't meant for minors, or people who are under the age. Remember you are what you consume.

“ AKINA CINEMAS BRINGS YOU GHOSTFACE TWO.. ”

The bold screen presents those words on it, with an even brighter red. The cinema was pretty dark, luckily for you and Heeseung you were all by yourselves. Well there were a few others there but nowhere near you two. As the movie starts, you take a hold of your drink taking a quick sip only to be stopped right in the middle of it. You feel someone's hand on your thigh. Who else could it be? You turned to the side and Heeseung was giving you the slyst smirk you have seen. Your knees are seemingly buckling.

“Heeseung we are in public…” you whisper

“When has that ever stopped you?” He chuckles back with his response.

You roll your eyes, and feel his lengthy fingers find their way in your inner thigh. Your breaths become shallower as he continues. His hand pushing up your skirt, to touch your wet patch on your panties.

“So wet for me princess, you like this don't you?” Heeseung says looking up in your now glossy eyes.

“S–Shut up…” you whimper.

Heeseung chuckles once more at your demeanor, his fingers taking off the bands of your panties. Slowly pulling them down in order to get a reaction from you. You look around to make sure no one is looking, even though you have done it in public before with him.. After Heeseung pulls off your panties he stashes them in his pocket.

“Hee… please?” You whimper to him

“Mm.. good girls wait, is that right princess.” Heeseung shoots back to you

You let out a sigh, and he continues. Heeseung’s fingers pinching your cute little clit, you let out a breathy moan. Heeseung's thumb is playing with your clit, making you have tears in your eyes. He uses your slick, rubbing up and down on your pretty cunt to get it stimulating. Your hips bucking towards Heeseung's hand. Which makes him groan ever so slightly.

“Hee! I need you… your fingers please baby.!!” You beg of him

Heeseung nods and pushes one finger in your sloppy cunt. Making your body tremble with pleasure. He continues to thrust his finger in you, adding another one in your cunt. You moan in a high pitch disregarding the fact you're in public and any one can see you. Heeseung doesn't care neither does he try to calm down your moans. As he is up to three fingers you feel a knot in your stomach.

“B–Baby… I'm close, can I cum please!!” You say in a desperate cry.

“Such a dirty girl aren't you? Come on cum for me then.” Heeseung says back, thrusting his fingers even faster.

As Heeseung continues you feel your pleasure wash over your body. Hee takes his fingers out of your now creamy cunt. You glare up at him, as his cum covered fingers enter his mouth.

“HEY WHAT'S GOING ON OVER HERE?”

let's say you didn't finish the movie.

🎟 : author note — THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE !!! MWAH

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin of @radiance1's Prompt & the Threads that @hdgnj joined in on. And got inspired by them alongside *insert a drumroll please*

Merfolk.

It is Mermay after all lol. But anyway!

Danny? Can't remember why he reincarnated, or quite how old he was when he died a second... third... fourth... however many times. He thinks he was an adult- or adult adjacent? But now he's not.

In fact? He's tiny, with pudgy little hands that press against glass and it's weird how he's somehow breathing in the liquid which is freezing. Which is what honestly drives him to hit it- and it shatters.

Which brings him to realize? He has no legs. None. Nadda. He's like, like some sort of seal-person, if they had stripes and spines and a too-long tail. And some medical equipment still attached that he practically rips away with a jolt of terror, even if he isn't sure why.

He's in a hall or room, with lots of other tubes, some empty but most... not. Most have things in them, things that look sort of like him but also not... He tears his gaze away from them, already knowing they're dead even before reading the terminated in front of them.

Oh. He has... information? Information in his head, downloaded into it almost like burning a CD. He's a clone. No, not a clone, it's something more like... a test tube baby? Three donors, though he isn't aware of what their names mean.

If it is names and not like, codenames or code words.

His movement is so very slow, it's obvious that while he's able to go on land he's very much not designed to do so. But eventually he makes it somewhere, not an exit but something he's so very happy to have not missed.

There's another alive person, labeled 1 instead of 9 and bigger than him but missing the spines he has. A sibling. A brother. And he's going to get the both of them out of here- there's water tunnels, he knows that, it's part of the information in his head.

.... Okay it's not fair that he has a scruff he can be grabbed by. Like that's so not fair. Look, they have to go that way if you want out, c'mon.

Extra Info? -Technically the merfolk of the world are more akin to selkies, able to take on a human form via shedding their skin -Danny & Match aren't aware of this, hence why they don't just start walking -Around 2/3 of the entire world is merpeople or other similar fantasy creatures -Yes, this is after the not-sidekicks break Superboy (#13) out & before the episode where he learns about Match

[sisaloofafump]

Daily Diana #7

I am going issue by issue through Wonder Woman (1987—) and drawing my favourite outfits on a very vague daily schedule. And we made it a week!! It's been a lot of fun so far. In issue 7, Diana returned to both Themyscria and Boston. The horse is make up for not having time to draw it day two.

Masterlist || Previous || Next

And here are the outfits in context:

[baleykart]

The wonder woman

[reicav97]

Diakko trash, well... Why not?

[pendleton-manor]

Finished with an hour left in the day!

Voidtober day one: Void I always preferred the version of the void from the first game, where bits and moments in time seem to bleed together and exist within and without.

[pancakehauses]

Next to Normal | Wyndham's Theatre | July, 2024 Caissie Levy as Diana Goodman Jack Wolfe as Gabe Goodman 📹: @mttztrading

Diana - Dan Diana - Gabe Diana - Natalie Dan - Gabe Dan - Natalie Gabe - Natalie

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

Me: *tries to see what the Queen fans on TikTok have to say*

*Jim hate*

*”facts” that may or not be actually true*

*”Freddie Mercury was bisexual-“*

*Using Barbara Valentin as evidence*

*thinking things that happened in the movie actually happened irl*

*general misinformation about everyone and everything*

Me: aaaaand back to Tumblr I go

(open tags at your own risk, there’s a whole essay in there)

[dianadiaries]

➠ camgirl

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|| ·˚ ༘ WARNING : do not interact if you are a minor. You will be blocked. You are what you consume. //

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tears falling down your face, lipgloss smudged, mascara falling. You thought you looked the ugliest from this point of view. Yet Jake was still recording, with that ridiculous camera.

"aa come on now baby, smile for the camera like a good girl?" He questions you while zooming the camera on your face, that reflects on the mirror. Then he resume, giving your cute little ass a slap and thrusting back in you.

"f–fuck.. jakey!! harder harder.!!" You mumble after each moan. "As you wish princess." Jake says and grabs your oh-so lavish hips. But he can't for get the camera.. so before hand he props it up, getting the best angle of him entering your shiny cunt.

"Can you take it for daddy?" Jake says thrusting rough in and out of your cunt. "Mm y-yeah y–yeah..." You can barely moan out. Your eyes rolling back till you see stars.

"Daddy!! Need to cum, cum in me please..!" You tremble. He grunts and thrusts into you slightly more sloppy than usual. Then the cord snaps for both of you after you clench down on him. "Jake, J–jake!! shit.!" You moan out his name like a song. Jake chuckles to himself and grabs the camera. He zooms on your now dirty cunt, with globs of thick cum pouring out.

"let's do it again baby come on!" Jake smiles, how can you ever say no to him?

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here and we're limping into part 17...

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... Two! Words! In! English!!! And a television? Hardcore!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny can raise his head now.

Only a little. It still hurts his neck for a while after. But his arms and his head both rise, now. His fingers curl, now, too.

The result is that Danny can now watch and change his own television channels. No more news! Now it’s all Food Network, all the time, baby. The result is that sometimes the doctors tending to him get distracted by various pasta dishes, but also. Danny is also distracted by various pasta dishes.

And roast chicken.

And fried potatoes. Every potato ever, actually.

…It makes eating his oatmeal a more awful ordeal.

“Aw, dyrling, na þa sæd egean,” the lady says to him, spoon at his lips. Danny weakly moves his arm towards her, but only manages to hit her elbow with the heel of his thumb. “Inne cwic tima, gise? Hiere þa læce.”

Danny is pretty sure his face is a nightmare to look at at the moment, but he still makes the world’s saddest expression at the lady, because she hasn’t blasted him or hit him or even sedated him yet, and he needs something. Anything.

He’s pretty the lady makes an equally sad look under her medical mask, but Danny is hungry and he’s tired all the time and he’s sad and he wants a cheeseburger. Or fries. Or…or anything at all!

Danny’s look gets progressively sadder, and the lady gets progressively sadder to match, and then they’re both just looking at each other so very sadly until a doctor physically has to cut between them to reach for Danny’s green-speckled blankets.

Ugh. Great. Now he’s cold too. He can’t quite muster a glare, but the doctor gets an extremely stern squint from him for their “help”.

The only response Danny gets is a half-strangled laugh. That is not the response Danny needs. He needs immediate respect and a Nasty Burger number two special.

And a new blanket.

“—Eall dæg?” the doctor asks the woman, but not Danny, and then he has to listen to everyone talking about him in a weird language without even pretending to ask for his input. It’s extremely annoying, and Danny half-considers falling asleep to avoid it. His gaze slides back to the television. He’s just as capable of ignoring everyone else as they are. He bets it sucks. He hopes it sucks.

They talk for a while, but then the lady takes the oatmeal away—and hey! Danny’s eyes widen and sting from the stretch. Uh. Maybe he didn’t think this one through. He’d still thought he’d get lunch out of this.

Um. He would like to continue to receive meals. But he’s watching her walk out with his oatmeal, which is the only human food that’s ever been given to him here, and…

Danny’s stomach cramps. It’s probably just anxiety.

He wishes he’d eaten the stupid oatmeal.

The doctor stays with him, setting the blanket into a laundry bin and checking over Danny’s body (ew) (gross) (nasty) for whatever they have to check on him, and Danny tries to go intangible at least four times during the check only to get oWOUCHOW jerks inside his core. At least one time, he flickers invisible. Not much, he thinks. Probably just an arm and the chunk of his torso.

The doctor pauses. Danny waits for things to (start to hurt) get worse.

“Mæg Ic?”’

…Danny doesn’t move. It hurts to breathe. Every time air scrapes through his nose and mouth, it burns a little more.

The doctor doesn’t move.

So they just.

Wait.

“Mæg Ic?” the doctor asks again.

They move very, very slowly. They touch him, and his—skin—and they rotate him to check underneath him. If they find something of whatever it is they’re monitoring him for, he gets wiped down with something gooey and wiped clean, and sometimes he even thinks they bandage him.

Danny wishes he had a bath. A whole, real bath. Where he could wash his own hair. And wipe off whatever this goo is.

When they’re done, the lady comes back in.

The sound of the door latching shut makes Danny flinch. Is she going to punish him? She walks to his bed. With her medical mask over her face, Danny can’t see if she’s visibly mad at him or not. She doesn’t look mad though…does she?

She stands to his good side, presumably so that Danny can see her. The oatmeal is back—it looks kind of gloopy, though, like it’s been badly reheated. The lady shows something to the doctor, who makes an irritated groan, and then they start talking to each other again. She cuts off to show him something, though—

Danny blinks. She’s showing it to Danny. He…looks down at it.

It looks like a mustard packet. It’s a black packet with yellow streaks, with writing on it with those letters Danny’s never seen before coming here, and it takes his eyes a second to focus on the package before realizing that there’s a little bee and pot on one end of the packet.

Oh. It’s honey?

Oh!

…Oh!!

Danny jerks upright, and, OW, and he definitely scares the lady and the doctor who rush to settle him but there’s honey?? Flavor??? His food can taste good again??!

He wheezes— and slaps a stinging hand onto the packet. “Pl’s?” he begs. He’d stopped begging in the old labs, no one there had listened to him—and he’d stopped begging for them to be gentle, to stop hurting him, to let him go. But for food. For food that tastes, Danny might do anything. Anything. “P’lease? Ple’se? Pleese?”

“Pleece?” the woman repeats, baffled. The word doesn’t mean anything to her; she’s only repeating the sounds. But Danny can’t stop begging.

“P’lease?”

“Pleece? Pleace?”

“Please?!”

“Awrite þis,” the woman mutters, and the doctor leaves. “Bist wel. Eom hebbjan eower wist. Es wel.”

And that still means nothing to him, but the lady gently lifts him up until his back can lay on the pillows, and he can sit more than lay. Danny watches in raspy silence as she rips the packet open and dumps the contents into the oatmeal. She stirs with gloved hands, ensuring that the packet is equally distributed. And then there’s a glob on her spoon, and the spoon to his lips.

Danny takes a bite. Tears well.

“Shhh,” the woman coaxes. “Wanian ma?”

Ma sounds kind of like more. Danny opens his mouth, and is rewarded with another spoonful.

He doesn’t start crying in earnest until the bowl is gone. But that’s alright. The lady finds tissues, somewhere, and he gets to look into her human-blue eyes as she carefully dries over and around his still-soft, green-edged wounds.

It’s a very nice gesture.

Danny sobs a little harder.

[pendleton-manor]

POV you're some poor servant and this drunk noblewoman keeps flirting with you in the hopes that her husband will beat your ass