#don't worry he's not dead

[niaojirou]

Apparently the seat of Colonel in Central HQ is now vacant due to the unfortunate passing of Colonel Roy Mustang

[hobiebrownismygod]

I think I asked this one before but I never knew if it got answered.

may you make a fic with hobie of how the reader is a villain and used hobie to (idk reason, kill him, invade the spider society, idk!!) and like no fluff, reader is pure evil and hobie had the most trust he ever had in someone just broke? 🙏🏽❤️

Hiii sorry this took me so long, but I hope you enjoy it! This is definitely different from what I usually write, but it was fun to try out a new kind of prompt! Thank you for requesting <3

EASY ☆ Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ TAGLIST

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He was so, so easy.

It was so easy to convince him to let you into his house, his life, his heart. In fact...you really hadn't expected it to be so simple.

Compliment him a little, bat your eyes at him, tell him you think he's handsome, kiss him a few times, and he was already head over heels for you. You couldn't blame him, but it was funny.

To you of course. Not to him.

But it wasn't like he knew that you'd been lying to him. That you didn't really love him. You didn't really want to be his and for him to be yours.

No what you wanted was that watch. The watch that would guarantee you access to every dimension in the multiverse.

That was the end goal.

And that was why you were here.

Stretched out on his bed, lying next to him with a coy smile on your face, tracing his nose and lips with your fingers while his eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn escaping his lips.

"Mornin'" he said gently, a smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. "Morning" you replied with a laugh, kissing his cheek before snuggling up into his arms again. "How'd you sleep, baby?"

"Amazing, but only 'cause you were here" he murmured, burying his face in your hair, sighing under his breath. He felt safe, happy, which was perfect. For your little plan.

You'd only been "dating" him for a week or two, but he'd already opened himself up to you completely. Telling you how much he loved you, how you made him feel, calling you pretty, beautiful, love, darling, every pet name in existence it felt like he'd exhausted on you.

And it was entertaining, watching his expression slowly fill with admiration and love whenever you walked by, the corners of his eyes crinkle just slightly when you sauntered over to him to press another one of your gentle kisses to his forehead, tracing the slight folds of soft skin and the coarse yet gorgeous hair lining his head.

Your eyes never filled with the same love or affection, with only a fake, mock version of it to keep him content, to keep him under your control.

Easy.

It'd been even easier for you to figure out where he was keeping his watch. You couldn't just steal it. He always had it on his wrist, or close enough to keep his eye on it. He was cautious, but not cautious enough.

He'd let you in close. Close enough. More than close enough.

"Mmm." You murmured, kissing his lips gently. "You look tired."

"I am tired" He replied with a grin, holding you a little tighter. "There was a hell 'f a lot going on yesterday. Nearly got m'self killed" he grumbled.

"Aww, poor thing" you cooed, kissing his cheek. "Are you okay?" Your finger absentmindedly went down to his wrist to fiddle with his watch, your doe-like, understanding eyes fixated on him.

He seemed to notice this, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What're you doing?"

"Hmm? I'm not doing anything" you said gently, making sure to soften your touch on his wrist. "I think you're tired. Look at your lips, you're so dehydrated" You said gently, using your other hand's thumb to trace along his mouth. "Let me take care of you"

"Huh-" He tried to sit up but you pushed him back down with a kiss to his forehead, reaching towards your counter to grab a glass of water you'd already left there before. "Drink."

He looked as though he'd protest for a moment, a cautious expression on his face. "Come on" you coaxed, pushing the glass into his hand.

His expression knit together before he relaxed, letting his guard down and accepting the glass with a sigh. He trusted you.

That was a mistake.

As he pressed his lips to the glass, you felt your smile widen just slightly, gaze fixated on him as he drank down in small sips, more thirsty than he'd let on.

When done, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his knuckles before pulling you in for another kiss. You quickly dodged this, pressing your finger to his lips for a moment to stop him.

You couldn't let him kiss you. Not now.

"Hmm?" he questioned, kissing your cheek instead, the arm that was hooked around your waist slacking slightly. "Wha-oh-" He let out a quiet groan, grabbing onto his forehead. "Fuck, how long's that water been sitting out?" He asked quietly, coughing.

"Not long, not long" You replied, removing his arms from around you and standing up next to the bed.

He laid back, groaning quietly as he held his forehead. "What're you doing?" he asked confusedly, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

"Nothing important." You grabbed onto his wrist, fingers playing with the dials of his watch. "Just looking."

"love-" he tried to pull his wrist back but it felt too heavy falling limp as your hands held it up. "What's wrong, Hobes? You feeling okay?" You asked with mock concern, leaning in slightly. "Feeling dizzy?"

"What did you do?" He asked, his eyes beginning to flutter as he struggled to stay awake.

"Nothing too dangerous. Just a simple roofie." You replied curtly, fingers hooking onto the latch of the watch and slowly beginning to pull it off.

HIs eyes widened for a moment and he blinked, breathing beginning to speed up. "W-why?" he croaked out raspily.

"Because its fun. I've never been to another universe before" You said absentmindedly, taking the watch in your hands and inspecting it as you took a step back.

He attempted to reach his arm out towards you again, but it wasn't working.

As much as you enjoyed watching him struggle, you knew you had to get out of here soon. After all, who knew how long it would take before his spider powers overtook the drugs?

"I think that's my cue to leave" You said with a wink, taking his hand in yours. "For what's its worth, this was a fun couple of weeks" you whispered, pressing your lips to his palm, eyes making contact with his.

"Don't-" he whispered, eyes beginning to fill with tears, "please don't go"

"Don't. It's not a very fun word, is it? I've never liked it when people told me "don't" do something. And I definitely don't like it now." You let his hand fall limp, hanging over the edge of the bed.

"And the word "please" has never stopped me either. Sorry, Hobes." you said with a grin, turning the dial on the watch.

He let out a quiet sound of pain, forcing himself to try to sit up to no avail. He could feel himself drifting off to sleep, knocked out for who knows long, and all he could do was watch as you opened up the orange portal he'd seen so many times before.

"Catch you on the flip side" You gave him a cocky little salute before falling back, the portal disappearing only a few seconds after you.

You left Hobie alone in the room, lying back on his bed, with his last memories being your cruel smile and the smell of you coating his bedsheets.

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Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @d0ubl-tr0ubl3 @lauryn2558 @sunasslut69 @ask-1610-miles @axels-roses @eli21345 @s6onder

[reaperfox]

I'm sorry, I think I accidentially killed Eiden.

[sinnohan-marshmallow]

...yeah no, I think I'm good.

Gengar's pokedex entries are all about how fucked up Gengar is and how much its gonna kill you to death

[otselotus]

Knight Gem season 10??? Tw: blood a bit

[technically-human]

*Reverses your Christmas*

A gift from @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are to all of you :) we really wanted the boys to get along for once, and what better occasion than Christmas? anything to make the Edwins happy!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heartfelt Reunion.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Not Dick callin out to Jason as Robin to get him to stop beatin the fuck outta the dude 😭

Nightwing 2021 Annual #1 (2021)

[nelkcats]

Amity Parkers in Gotham

Casper High students graduated. As much as they loved their town (which now included ghosts as recurring residents) they knew they had to go. Not because Phantom didn't do a good job, or that ghosts attacked daily (on the contrary, after Phantom's intervention the destruction became concentrated in the Infinite Realms), but they had to go to a university. That's why most of them applied to Gotham University, it seemed right.

Sure, Gotham wasn't as cool as Amity, nor did it include dimension travel to the Realm of the Dead (Amity Parkers had access to the Infinite Realms as long as they abided by Walker's rules), but they had a great scholarship program, and the city was so chaotic because of its heroes and villains that it felt...like home.

The problem was that no one taught Casper's ex-students some basics: Feeling afraid, avoiding your attackers, not attacking back. Things that seemed like common sense did not go through their heads. After years of dealing with ghost attacks they had gotten used to it, and knew how to counterattack.

So, after their arrival they were knocking out rogues, stopping robbery, and looking bored at the prospect of dying. That made Batman suspicious of a secret society of young soldiers, although it didn't really make much sense, was someone training teenagers? The batfamily was worried at the prospect.

At some point, there was even an "undead" attack in what was called the Justice League; Of course, the Amity Parkers were the first to establish a secure site and prevent the invasion from advancing. At the end everything seemed lost and the undead epidemic was about to spread out of Gotham, but Dash snorted and said that he would "contact a friend that can help", which raised the suspicions of the League.

Danny, who was taking a year off before starting his university studies, raised an eyebrow at the group he had with his old classmates. He shrugged before transforming into Phantom and going to the place, in a few minutes the invasion was over and Bruce was 90% sure that there was a secret society training a teenage army.

[ultravioletbrit]

“brilliant” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 330 words

James crosses his arms on the table and drops his head with a long, heavy sigh.

“I think you should tell him.” Remus says. James lifts his head to look at him across the table.

“Which one?” James asks.

“Either?… Both?…” Remus shrugs.

“Brilliant plan. Thank you, Moony. That’s very helpful.” James rolls his eyes and his voice is dripping with sarcasm. Remus raises an unimpressed eyebrow and James sighs again. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“If I tell Sirius I’m pretty sure he’d murder me. And if I tell Regulus he’d laugh in my face… and then also murder me.” James drops his head back in his arms. “He hates me, Remus.”

“I don’t think he hates you.” Remus tells him.

“He does. Do you know what it’s like to be in love with someone who hates you?–” James was going to keep ranting but he’s cut off when he hears a sharp intake of breath coming from behind the bookshelf.

James’ head snaps up to look at Remus with wide, panicked eyes and Remus is looking back with a similar expression. Remus’ eyes soften and he nods towards the bookshelf. When James doesn’t move, he nods again with a stern look.

James sighs and slowly stands up and walks to the bookshelf. He squeezes his eyes shut as he turns around the end of the shelf.

James nervously opens his eyes and sees Regulus staring at him with wide eyes and a blush on his cheeks. Regulus seems to be frozen where he stands and James stands there awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

“I–” James starts.

“I don’t hate you.” Regulus cuts him off then turns on his heel and practically runs away.

James is left staring at the spot where Regulus stood, completely confused by what just happened.

After a moment, James feels his lips tick up in a small smile. Regulus doesn’t hate him. James doesn’t know what it means, but it probably means something.

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur Morgan thinks he's an ugly old fool yet he had not only women falling for him, but even the funny little station clerk in Rhodes that literally fell for him on the spot

[deadtwinksdetectiveagency]

George answers a couple questions via Cameo!

Assuming he was comfortable enough to try something new, what modern inventions/trends would excite/delight Edwin?

Anything you haven't been asked that you wanted to talk about/say?

[psymachine]

hear me out: you, me, dennis, and god all know he looks good in lingerie, but maybe he's a little bit unsure what mac "the problem is you're into all that early 80s glam rock femme shit; definitely had masc4masc in his grindr profile" mcdonald will think of it

[kittyfrisk9]

Idea Dp x dc - Amnesia

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't understand the idea.

...

What an unpleasant color. That was the first thought he had upon waking up in a hospital and seeing the white walls.

They told him he had amnesia due to the damage caused to his head. It wasn't that he had simply forgotten everything; he still remembered what common objects like a door or an apple were. He also knew what eating, going to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, or any other daily activity was. But he simply couldn't remember... certain things.

Like his name, important events in his life, people... He couldn't remember anyone. Not even the boy who threw himself on him, crying and apologizing, saying that all of this was his fault for being too slow.

Apparently, this boy was his boyfriend.

And he was right, because something in his chest twisted when he saw that cute boy crying. He doubted it was his heart; it was more like a kind of feeling, a sort of instinct that hated seeing that cute boy cry.

"It's okay, don't cry, it's okay, I'm fine." He hugged the other man, stroking his hair and saying sweet things to try to calm him down.

Jason Todd started crying again.

...

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't understand the idea.

[ragnarokhound]

thinking fondly of you<3 want to ditch the kids and go to a winery this weekend? (drink some red wine(supernova))

also thinking fondly about jaytim. specifically, about how oftentimes we think of them as a slow burn… but you know what might make them a fast burn (an explosion?)?

one of them gets kidnapped and everyone thinks they’re dead:( but then they’re alive

Always, love, I'm sure they'll be happy to spend some time with their favorite familial babysitters, I'll give them a call tonight🍷💥

And OUGH. Yes. SUCH a classic action hero hurt/comfort trope, I'm always here for mortal peril being the trigger that forces a couple to realize what they mean to each other and that they WANT to take that chance!!

I am reminded strongly of one of feyburner's comics that I love so much... in this comic they were hooking up beforehand and this is the scenario that like. Makes it emotionally REAL for Tim and i love that sooo much... but also OwO

thinking about The Scenario:

One of them is kidnapped. Due to inspo in part from feyburner's comic, I'm thinking Jason. But it's been so long/the method in which he was taken leads everyone to believe that Jason's dead. EVERYONE. Tim included. Thinking that he's dead hits Tim harder than expected. Why? It doesn't make sense. I didn't even like him that much, what the fuck.

But he goes after the bastards who did it twice as hard, ridden by this sharp grief he didn't know he would feel. He's on a warpath. He's chasing down leads, shaking down goons, snapping at everyone that it doesn't matter that Jason's already dead this is about justice this is about vengeance this is about preventing it from happening again-- and finally finds the Organization's big base. Their big HQ.

Methodically he goes about tearing it down, one-man guerrilla style. As he moves through the complex, KO'ing goons, sabotaging weapons and computers, hell he might even rig this place to blow--

He picks up chatter about moving the 'livestock' and 'dealing with the troublemaker' and figures there must be human prisoners here. Possibly trafficking victims. He's been raising all kinds of hell, and security is just now going on alert as they find the evidence of his entry--

--when over one of the radios on the goons he just took out, Tim hears a very familiar and very alive voice taunting the Organization that he's out. They should have killed Jason when they had the chance.

Tim immediately factors Jason and the victims into his plans, gets in contact with Jason over the radio (full mission mode, no time for feelings or explanations yet) to work together on bringing this place down.

So by the time things are cleared up-- bad guys busted, victims rescued, base blown to smithereens-- Tim has been wildly coming to grips with the fact that Jason is alive after all and the confusing rush of emotions that's inspired in him, but Jason still has no idea that everyone thought he was dead.

So when Tim finally sees Jason in person, missing half his gear and still wearing the clothes he was snatched in, dirty and bloody and asking what took him so long-- he's not exactly thinking clearly, okay? Kissing him was a purely adrenaline/relief fueled action.

"Woah," Jason breathes once Tim gives him the chance. "What was that for?" "Thought you were dead," Tim muffles against the skin of Jason's throat. His pulse beats hard against Tim's cheek, his lips, sternly refuting the allegations. "Oh," Jason says, bowled over and bewildered. He's still holding Tim with an arm around his waist, his other hand cupping the back of his head, big and steady. "Well. I'm not." Tim squeezes tighter, his fists trembling in the back of Jason's shirt. Jason is solid, and warm, and alive-- and Tim might be in love with him. "Yeah," he apologizes. "Sorry. Had to check." Tim's clearly stumped him. "Huh." Tim doesn't let go. But neither does Jason. Jason clears his throat. "You know, I don't have the best track record with being alive after all," he says in a rambling tone so casual it makes Tim's chest hitch. "You maybe wanna... check again?"

[rdr2gifs]

that's the way it is