#doctor connor

[redgravenation]

So I made a discord that focuses on many of Jemma roles will for anyone that wants to join

[lov3nnant]

heartstopper, 3x05.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

SOOOO future children of the Robins.

I don't think they would ever put on the Robin costume.

Picture a tiny child who is practically microscopic compared to his bulit like a tank dad. Who has spent his entire life being read classic novels as bed time stories. Who has never had to want for a thing his entire life. Who knows what happened to his Dad why sometimes Dad is so angry he can't look grandpa in the eyes. Running to his cousins who are just starting to fly or run at the speed of sound who had a sleep over at Uncle Damian's house and started to sketch out their suit ideas for when they become Vigilanties.

And every single one agrees they never want to be Robin.

Why would they.

To them they weren't raised by tiny children whole follow after a man who believes in vengeance and hope.

They were raised by:

The Protector of Crime Alley.

The Guardian of Bludhaven.

The Worlds Great Detective.

The bringer of Redemption.

They didn't grow up watching Robin's they didn't see what their fathers were but what they are now. Nevermind the factor of their other parents.

So none of their children have ever dreamed of being a Robin.

They want to be Nightwing, or Red Hood or Cardinal or Wraith. Or The Flash, Arsenal, Supernova, or Superman. Hell maybe even Batman.

But not once did they ever consider Robin.

And I think that is why one day Jason might just let his son wear a bat on chest or why Dick or Tim will because their kids never have worn a brightly colored death Shroad.

Damian will never be chill and is super not ok with what his menace of a child is doing.

"BABA I'm bullet proof!"

"I don't care get back to your room. Your Grounded!"

"I'm 22!?"

[puppetwoman17]

Thinking of writing out sitcom-style scenes(not the ones with the laughing track)with the magic community/Fawcett heroes/Batson family. The potential is there.

Also imagine the hilarious couch scenes(you know, when they talk to the camera). I’m thinking about some done in a universe where Billy adopts Connor without anyone knowing his identity.

Like he comes into a meeting with other magic users and universal overlords with his mug that says “best dad ever”. Fate puts his head in his hand and Metron gives him a disappointed look 🤣

[bullet-prooflove]

Welcome Back - Connor Rhodes x Reader

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You were awake but barely, your eyelids fluttering open as you came to stare up at the ceiling of the elevator. Everything was fuzzy, there were black dots dancing before your eyes as you blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear your vision. You were cold, your body shivering compulsively, your breaths coming in forced ragged pants as the pressure increased on the writhing fire in your abdomen.

"Welcome back." Connor's voice was ringing in your ears as your head came to rest upon the wall.

"Bleeding won't stop..." You mumble.

Your pallor was ashen and grey, your skin waxy underneath the emergency lights. The copper tang of your blood was in the air, settling in the confined space. Connor could taste it on his tongue as he inhaled the metallic scent.

"I've got it under control for now but you’re going to need a transfusion." Connor tells you, pressing the heel of his hand even harder against your stomach.

The truth was you needed surgery. The stab wound was deep, you were lucky that lunatic hadn't lacerated any of your vital organs. He’d been on his way out when the hospital had gone into lockdown, an inmate from the prison had gotten hold of a scalpel and tried to stab his way out. You’d been on your way down in the lift when it had open at his floor.

"Cold." you mutter.

Connor's already stripping his jacket from his arms before draping it over your chest and tucking it around you. It smells like him, like patchouli and cedarwood, earthy tones with a warmth that radiate through your bones. You sink into the scent, drawing strength from his presence.

"This will warm you up." He says kindly, his hands lingering on your shoulders. "I'm gonna have to move you. We need to get you to a treatment room."

He takes your arm and guides it around the back of his neck, you grasp the collar of his tight black T-shirt. His arms loop underneath your knees and back before he gathers you up against his chest and rises to his feet. You cry out in agony as the spike of red hot, pain tore through your insides at the abrupt motion. The excruciating noise wrenches at Connor's heart.

"I'm sorry." Connor says in a low soothing tone as he begins to take quick steps down the corridor.

Your head comes to rest on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his collarbone. He can hear your choked, shallow breathing before a near hysterical laugh emits from your lips.

"You ever seen that old movie 'The Bodyguard'?" You asked him.

"I'm a poor stand in for Kevin Costner if that's what you’re thinking." Connor responds, as he hurries towards the emergency room.

"I can't remember that song." You say, your voice lowering an octave. "You know that awful song."

"I'm not singing it you." Connor informs you.

"What if it was my dying wish?” You murmur against his chest, your sounding distant.

"You’re not dying." Connor tells you firmly. "You just need to hold on a little longer until we can get some blood in you."

"I'm so tired." You confide your eyes fluttered closed. "I just want to stay here and go to sleep."

"Don’t do that." Connor says sharply.

You head lulls backwards on it's own accord, your body going slack in his arms. Your grasp on his  collar slipping as your fingers unfurl. Connor tilts his head downwards, slowing his step as they rounded the corner just a few steps away from the Emergency Room. Your lips were parted, he can barely see the raise and fall of your chest. His eyes fixate on the growing red stain spreading rapidly across the material of your shirt. He glances back up the corridor to see red splotches of blood trailing along the path.

He erupts through the double doors and into the busy E.D, slipping into the nearest treatment room as he shouts for help. He lays you down with the greatest of care before snapping on a pair of latex gloves and getting to work.

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[salientseraph]

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[jmunchy]

[misterparadigm]

The SIXTH in a series of full Star Trek cast pieces is complete! Star Trek: Enterprise, featuring Captain Jonathan Archer, Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker III, Commander T'Pol, Dr. Phlox, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, Ensign Hoshi Sato, one of the Sphere Builders, Crewman Daniels, Commander Shran, Admiral Forrest, Xindi-Primate Scientist Degra, and Xindi-Reptilian Commander Dolim.

[rafaslittleboy]

MASTERLIST

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I would also recommend not interacting if there’s things that trigger you. I write these because of the things and trauma I’ve personally been through and it’s how I cope.

life of the party (ft. rafael barba) —your first hookup at a family and friends small gathering get-together just happens to be your uncle sonny’s mentor. *

a hand to hold mine — being held hostage by one of the men that your big brother met during an undercover sting brings out confessions and new emotions. *

PROWL — your father’s relationship with your mom was already rocky to begin with, and when you get him to confine with you why he’s been so low lately; you offer him some help. *

older & wiser — sonny overhears a private conversation between yourself and your older cousin mia about lack of self pleasuring tools and decides to take it upon himself to help you (ft. a dick mould that he got for his first year of college as a joke… but it comes in handy). *

blurbs:

dad!sonny feral fucking *

step-sibling! Sonny and a cramped closet breeding *

big bro! sonny getting you on BC so he can cum in you *

relative! sonny making out with you in a closet

big bro! sonny smoking after a rough fuck *

dad! sonny + raf anon ask *

would dad! sonny get caught with you? anon ask *

would bro! sonny get you pregnant? anon ask

dad! sonny dicking you down in amandas bed anon ask *

big bro hcs *

dad! sonny getting sloppy head from you *

blurbs:

single dad! rafa + pussy eating *

dad! raf + sonny anon ask *

raf grooming + nonconning reader anon ask *

coming soon

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what I write:

incest, step-incest, abusive relationships, cnc, non con, grooming relationships, legal age gaps, murder, kidnapping etc. (if there’s something that’s not ok the list that you’d like to request, request it anyway and if I’m comfortable writing it I will!)

what I DONT write:

underage, stuff or anything involving minors/any sort of pedophillia, Piss, Scat, Snuff, beastality, full on DDLG (I write my reader inserts as mature and they act their age). this list will be updated.

* = smut

[libartz]

I am WEAK for this character type. Whenever I see one I go completely feral

[comicwaren]

“I’d like to go on the record as saying that stealing identities is inherently wrong and immoral…” – Ghost-Spider

Cover art for Spider-Gwen: The Ghost-Spider #005, “Haunted: Part 5”

Art by Mark Brooks

[splooosh]

DAWN

Stuart Immonen - Jose Marzan Jr

[pixelpaladin24]

Age 19: I love this character so much, he is my husband

Age 25: Wow, I was so fucking cringe, I am embarrassed at myself, ew, I'm glad I grew up

Age 35: .......this man IS MY HUSBAND and I LOVE HIM and I'm proud of it!!!

[chai-lemonade]

Guys I need your brutally honest opinion of me based off my kinned characters for science

[one-paper-bag]

if YFNSM gives me nothing at least it gave me fem doctor connors 🧎🧎🧎

[bullet-prooflove]

Broken: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @nervousfandom @rosaliedepp @sowrongitslottie

Companion piece to:

Pink - Connor recalls meeting you for the first time.

Love You Well - Connor could love you well, if you’d let him.

Lipstick - You make a small gesture.

There’s a reason you won’t commit, Connor knows that, he just wishes he knew that it was. All attempts to discuss it are shut down with a sigh as you physically remove yourself from the conversation. He gets the message after the third time it happens. Whatever it is just too painful for you to confront.  

It comes to a head when he asks you to accompany him to Dean Archer’s wedding, he wants to go as a couple and you won’t even consider it.

“Who did this to you?” He ends up shouting in exasperation. “Who made you this broken?”

And the look on your face, he knows he’s just confirmed every horrible thought you’ve ever had about yourself, about your ability to love.

“His name was Brian.” You say finally, your fist clenched so tightly your nails draw blood in the creases of your palm. “He was a firefighter and he died, that’s why I can’t…”

You look away, swallowing hard against the swell of emotion in your chest and it dawns on him that the man you’re talking about, he used to know too. He used to drink in his bar, he used to laugh with him, share his woes. He had no idea that the woman he loved, that was you.

“I can’t give myself to someone like that again.” You tell him as you pick your keys up from the counter. “I’m sorry that this isn’t enough, that I can’t give you what you want…”

He understands what you’re telling him in that moment. You will never love with your whole heart, not again. It’s too scarred, too fractured. You leave after that and Connor is left standing there trying to process the past five minutes because all of it, it’s a been a complete mindfuck.

It’s that night he goes for drink at Molly’s, you’re sitting at the end of the bar nursing a glass of scotch when he takes the seat next to you.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly as his hand comes to rest on yours. “I’m really fucking sorry about Brian.”

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