#dont do it...don't you do it...don't do it.....

[lilislegacy]

One thing I’ve always found interesting is that Rick never really showed us the bridge between Percabeth being just friends to being in a serious relationship. A few little moments in The Staff of Hermes were the closest we got. Like, we see them say “I love you” to each other a few times throughout Heroes of Olympus, but it’s never implied that those were the first times they said it. Which means before TLH even starts, the two of them have gotten to that point. But In Staff of Hermes (which takes place a month into their relationship), they’re still in that slightly awkward phase of their relationship—you know, where they’re super into each other and obviously enjoying the perks of being a couple (aka making out), but haven’t quite settled into that groove of mature, comfortable romance yet. But by the time Percy gets kidnapped (just three months later), they clearly have found that groove, which is evident the second they reunite in MoA, because they’re totally at ease with each other, affectionate, and intimate in a way that supports the implication that those “I love you’s” I mentioned have already been exchanged. So it just makes me wonder when that shift happened? At what point in those three short months did they go from “I’m just happy we’re still together, honestly” to “I'm in love with you, and this is forever"?

Ugh, what I would give to see how they were right before Percy got kidnapped. Still holding on to a bit of that teenage casualness that disappeared during their 6 month separation, but also hopelessly in love and finally open and comfortable with it. URRGGGHHH!!!!

I love them.

[luvvcharxo]

FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOU.

pairing ─ ⋆ mohawk mark, sinister mark, vitrumite mark, lensless mark, full masked mark x fem!reader.

warnings ─ ⋆ MDNI! smut, suggestive content.

summary ─ ⋆ what do the mark variants find the most attractive about you?

notes ─ ⋆ im changing up my post designs a bit, tell me if u like it! also ive never written for the variants before but i hope this is good!! thank u to the user who requested this. this is pretty short sorry

MOHAWK MARK.

─ one thing this freak loves is boobs. whether your boobs are big or small, he loves them. he loves burying his head between them after a long day, pressing kisses to them when the two of you are cuddling, and he especially loves seeing them bounce when the two of you are having sex. ─ when you wear lower-cut tops that show your cleavage, it turns mark on immediately, but he also gets really protective when he sees another guy eyeing you up. because what the fuck is that dude thinking? you're obviously his, and since that guy doesn't seem to understand, he'll teach him. mark just hopes you won't question why he turns up at your home covered in blood. oops.

SINISTER MARK.

─ if you're submissive and treat him like a god, that's what he wants. what do you expect from him? he doesn't want you to be one of those people that does whatever they want, are you crazy? you're his, and that means he owns you. you should be grateful that he's even kept you alive this long. mark could kill you faster than you could blink. why hasn't he yet? don't ask.

VILTRUMITE MARK.

─ his favourite thing is someone who's breedable (what? he needs to repopulate viltrum) and someone who's kind enough to teach him the ways of earth. also, he secretly likes it when you stand your ground and stand up for yourself. it turns him on, honestly, knowing that you're strong too, even if it's not in a physical way. ─ chubbiness is attractive for him, too. it makes you feel more breedable in a way (freak) and he likes it. mark loves picking you up.

LENSLESS MARK.

─ call him a masochist, but he LOVES if you're a bit bitchy and tough. if you degrade him in bed, even better! that man loves being dominated, so if you enjoy doing it, he'll never leave. never. ─ mark loves when you put him in his place. knowing that he's way stronger than you and could easily kill you, yet you're the one seemingingly in charge, it just turns him on. ─ appearance-wise, he loves muscles. if you're strong (for a human, at least) it gives him a boner. back muscles are hot as fuck for him, too. he loves seeing them ripple when he hits it from the back.

FULL MASKED MARK.

─ he just wants someone to hug, to cuddle. someone he can talk to and who will talk to him. he's not picky, mark just wants someone to love him for him and will show him undying affection, no matter what happens. ─ if you're soft, sweet, and caring, he loves you even more. he'll visit you after a rough day and find refuge in your lap, enjoying the sensation of your nails in his hair, and he'll talk. about everything. afterwards, he feels guilty about ranting too much, but you reassure him that it's fine, that you like listening to him.

notes ─ ⋆ ahhh i hope this was okay. i kinda alternated a bit from the request but yeah. also if u guys cant tell i LOVE mohawk mark, that freak is mine 👅👅 i wanted to include omni-mark bc hes so fine but i dont understand his character enough :(

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[spring-feather]

Honestly, it's really stupid. I can understand that it's difficult especially if you aren't interested in the topic, but at the same time, part of my senior year(last year of required school for none usa) we had to write a 10 page essay in a month. Times new Roman or similar, double spaced, not including citations. It was hell, but it was also a massive part of our grade. Do it or repeat the year kinda thing. I didn't care in the slightest about that essay. I don't even remember what it was about. But I was over the minimum. By three pages. 600 words was a joke by that point. The year before we had to write three 500 word and one 1000 word article over 3 months. Some teachers had bi-weekly 200 word assignments(i dont think any were english teachers, and the bio teacher had one everyother day) We could have been expelled if we were caught using chatgbt. It wasn't worth the risk for most of us. I don't think a single person used it for any of our massive writing assignments. It can be done, I promise. 600 words is not only possible, but can end up being difficult to stay under. Don't fall to the slop machine

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Not a request or ask but just a thought dump that a lot of people have amity park placed in the midwest n stuff which is cool, but then they don't give Danny those midwestern behaviors (i am also guilty of this as a midwesterner). I just think it would add a ton of comedy to the situation. Because being from a small city in the midwest with little nightlife and going into a densely populated city in the east coast that feels damn near always awake is like a major change.

Being from the midwest, it's a lot of polite kindness and greeting with big smiles, handshakes, and sometimes side hugs. Its lengthy hellos and even longer goodbyes as you slowly by slowly creep towards the door to leave but ur host just keeps bringing up 1 more thing they just *have* to tell you about. Its saying 'ope sorry' when bumping into someone when its not even ur fault. (I am gonna be completely real, i never even realized I said ope, sorry i just thought it was a joke others had for ppl in the midwest but then I listened to myself and was slack-jawed in horror.)

Its saying 'yall' unironically, even when referring to 1 person. The kindness to go the extra mile for people some times and becoming close friends with coworkers because you dont do anything else with ur life bc its the midwest.

Idk, i just think it would be funny, especially since the majority of the batfam were raised in gotham (typically placed in new jersey) and the difference in accents would most certainly be a giveaway that danny is NOT from gotham. And if his accent didnt give him away then the way he acts with such open kindness and wide smiles would most DEFINITELY give him away that he is NOT a Gotham native. And that makes me seriously giggle. Because in a city that is dealing with new rouges and the typical terrors, being used to rough faces and sneers, the most suspicious ones are the happy ones with wide smiles and open demeanors. And that is why danny gets singled out, not because he was caught going ghost, not because he was found bleeding ectoplasm, not even because of his mad scientist heritage and lack of self preservation, its because hes So Damn Nice And Smiley It Just Cant Be Real.

(sorry this got so long ive just been wanting to share my thoughts with someone and you seemed like a good fit lmao)

I love fics that explore this! Especially when the people of Gotham freak out because only the Joker's men or the people on something smile that wide at strangers.

Danny would consider it rude if people are always rushing, like he's used to people at checkout telling each other short stories, like their grandson graduating. Their daughter is getting married, or hey, I remember that show! - Nothing more than a minute or two, but people in the city don't do that.

They think he's trying to steal or something, because why is he trying to distract them at work? Why is he acting so friendly? It's super suspicious.

(Or something like that because I'm southwestern and that's how some tourists act when they come to my little rural areas lol)

[elodieunderglass]

You never clearly state it, but its obvious Killie missed his brother. Charlies absence is seen in all the cracks Killie has. But did Charlie miss Killie? Its easy to say: "of course he did! Thats his twin! He must have missed him!" But did he? Did he allow himself the time to grieve? Did he tell his partners there is a carbon copy of himself walking around somewhere? Or did he lock up this part of himself as secure as he was able to not look back and live his life? Do Charlie and Killie ever talk about this? They dont seem to be like people, who talk about feelings. eww feelings

(in reference to Killie to jockey OC, who was estranged for a long time from his twin brother Charlie)

Charlie was the one who left. and when he left, he went scorched-earth. By leaving, he cut himself off from not just his immediate family, but his career path, extended family, horses, horse racing, his friends, horses, his native country, his magical-realism-psychic connection to his twin, horses, the family's religion (probably a plus side but definitely a framework); and, when you remove the load-bearing explanatory bit about "being a generational jockey", quite a strange relationship with his body/exercise/nutrition/self-care/pain tolerance/masculinity. Charlie went to England, sheltered with his horrible English family and took their last name for a bit, played along to get them to pay for his uni, went to uni in a panic, took up weird jobs, sheltered with his friend Ken and lived on his boat, and pursued an absurd career trajectory, largely in a panic at the thought of Ken going to graduate school without him. At the time of reuniting with Killie, Charlie had a rich life full of partners, kids, friends, career, hobbies, and therapy. He was Winning at Life and Mental Health! and sang with his friends and did healthy things like KNITTING! and was a PRESENT AND INVOLVED FATHER and had TWO! WHOLE! SPOUSES! which looks like a perfect life. it looks like Charlie did very well for himself. it looks like he Won. And he did! He's a good father and a good husband (husband²?) and has a job and everything. But, if you squint, and think about how what society deems "winning" is milestone-based; and how a lost person who is viscerally, addictively competitive might view "bagging life milestones" as an excellent replacement for "bagging horse-shaped golden trophies"; and remember that Charlie is off his hinge in a way that LOOKS healthy but is, nonetheless, off his bloody hinge, then you go: hmmm! Charlie you are POWERFULLY and OBVIOUSLY off your bloody rocker, and you only get away with it because it's all in ways that are charming and/or marketable.

this implies that Charlie needed to find about 25 people to replace Killie; that he needed to study, out of nowhere, astrophysics at the doctoral level as a way to keep himself from thinking about other things; that he tried on a lot of different masks in order to find one that fitted; that he snatched up as much light and colour and noise as possible to fill his head; and that he was, in general, Extremely Bad at being alone. He did not function alone. without family, structure, direction, ambition - cut completely loose - he is very lucky that he actually had a workable plan, that he found good people, and that he bounced into pockets of uncannily good luck. he's lucky that Ken picked him up and put him in his pocket. he's lucky that he was a good singer. he's lucky that he somehow managed to stay on the straight and narrow and build an entire life. it definitely looks like a life! a life that a Real Person would have! why would anyone grieve that! don't be silly!!! Charlie's mirror-book to Killie's would be On The Straight and Narrow. Ken's The Straight, and the narrowboat (and charlie) are the narrow.

and he would not talk about his family. and he would lie to everyone. I think his partners and closest friends would probably know, eventually, where he came from, and that he'd had siblings. but the light and colour and noise in between (the husband in front of you) and (whatever his childhood was) would be its own distraction and barrier.

Don't be silly! he was raised by pirates! he was raised by wolves! charlie made himself out of junk. charlie was born fully formed in a duck's nest. charlie is actually Ken's ginger brother (he takes after Mr MacKenzie, you see it, right?) Charlie's birth name was definitely and legally Charles Dragonfly. why would you not believe that

[zoe535]

Someone to Love

Part 3

Pazzixmoms

The emergency room smelled like antiseptic and anxiety. Azzi sat with Zaya clutched tightly to her chest, her hoodie pulled around her like armor, eyes darting every time someone coughed or a monitor beeped. Paige was next to her, one hand wrapped around her shoulder, the other fiddling anxiously with the strap of the diaper bag.

“She’s not crying anymore,” Azzi whispered, like that fact itself was terrifying. “That’s... probably good?” Paige said, but even her voice wavered.

Azzi shook her head. “She was screaming. Then she stopped. I don't think that’s normal Paige.” Paige leaned closer. “You did the right thing coming here.”

“I didn’t do anything right,” Azzi said. “I panicked. I freaked out. She was gagging and arching her back as if she was in pain and I—God, I thought something was really wrong.”

“You’re not supposed to have all the answers, Az,” Paige said gently. “That’s why we have doctors.” Azzi didn’t reply. She was too busy counting Zaya’s breaths. Each tiny inhale felt like a miracle.

After what felt like hours (it was 20 minutes), a nurse called them in. Paige carried the diaper bag and the portable car seat while Azzi followed, bouncing Zaya gently in her arms, whispering the same quiet reassurance over and over: “You’re okay. You’re okay. Mommy’s got you.”

They were led to a small pediatric room, where the overhead lights were too bright and the exam table looked too big for someone so tiny. Azzi didn’t want to lay Zaya down.

“Let me hold her for this” she said quickly, her voice raw.

The nurse gave her a kind look and nodded. “That’s totally fine, Mom knows best.”

Azzi blinked at the word.

Mom.

Her.

She swallowed.

The nurse gently took Zaya’s temperature, listened to her breathing, felt her belly. The baby whined, kicked softly, but didn’t cry. “Any fever?” the nurse asked.

“No, I dont think so. Just nonstop screaming, weird gasping, arching her back...” Azzi rattled it all off in a single breath.

“Has she been feeding?” “She tries,” Paige said. “But she’ll latch, suck for like five seconds, then cry. Like it hurts.” The nurse nodded, scribbled notes, and smiled softly. “You’re not alone. Let me grab the doctor.”

Azzi looked at Paige as soon as she left. “Do you think I brought her for nothing?” “No,” Paige said firmly. “She looked like she was in pain. You trusted your instincts. That’s what moms do.” “I feel like I’m messing everything up.” “Baby...You’re not.”

Azzi didn’t answer. She just rocked Zaya back and forth, back and forth, her eyes never leaving her baby’s face.

The pediatrician came in five minutes later. Young, kind-eyed, and calm in a way that made both of them feel like maybe the floor wouldn’t fall out from under them.

He introduced himself, then gently took over the exam. Zaya didn’t like it—she started crying again the moment he pressed on her belly—but the doctor remained calm.

“I know this is hard to see,” he said. “But the good news is, she’s strong. Her lungs are working just fine.”

“What about the back arching?” Azzi asked quickly. “And the way she curled up, and screamed like—like she was in pain—”

He nodded. “It sounds like colic. Possibly a touch of reflux, too.”

Paige frowned. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Basically, her digestive system is still maturing. Some babies experience intense discomfort from gas, trapped air, or acid moving up from their stomachs. It’s not dangerous, but it feels awful for them. And for you.”

Azzi’s eyes filled. “So... she’s okay?”

“She’s okay,” he confirmed gently. “She’s uncomfortable, not unwell.”

Azzi let out a breath that trembled into a sob. Paige reached for her hand immediately.

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” the doctor added. “Colic is common. This is not a reflection on your parenting.”

“But she’s in pain,” Azzi whispered.

“Yes,” he said. “And that’s heartbreaking. But you’re doing everything right by being here. We’ll give you some tips on soothing techniques—gas drops, upright feeding, baby massage. This will pass. I promise.”

He wrote down instructions and left them with pamphlets. As soon as he stepped out, Azzi leaned against Paige and cried silently. Paige held her tightly, Zaya tucked between them like the smallest, fussiest heartbeat in the world.

They left the hospital just before midnight.

°~°~°~°

Back home, the house was dim and quiet. Azzi changed into an oversized shirt and flopped onto the couch while Paige laid Zaya gently in the bassinet—only for her to start crying again within seconds.

Azzi sat up. “I got it—”

“No,” Paige said quickly, already scooping the baby back up. “You rest. Just... give me a shift, okay?”

Azzi looked torn. “Are you sure?” “Positive. You need a break. Like, a real one. Let me do this.” Azzi hesitated—but her body gave her no choice. She nodded, then laid back down with a soft exhale. “Wake me up if she gets worse,” she mumbled. “I will.”

Paige smiled and headed to the nursery. Zaya fussed in her arms, squirming, making tiny angry noises as Paige sat down in the rocking chair and turned on the low humming sound machine.

“Alright, Zay-Zay,” she whispered. “It’s you and me tonight.”

She tried walking. Rocking. Swaddling. Laying her on her forearm in the classic colic hold. It worked for five minutes, then Zaya started again.

Tiny legs attempted to kick. Her little belly tensed. “It’s okay,” Paige murmured. “You’re okay.”

She warmed a towel and gently pressed it against Zaya’s stomach, just like the doctor had suggested. That seemed to help. The crying softened.

“Good girl,” Paige whispered. She rocked her again, humming softly. Not a lullaby—just something slow, off-key, but constant. Zaya whimpered. Then settled.

By the time Azzi peeked in two hours later, Paige was still rocking—eyes barely open, Zaya asleep against her chest. “You’re still up?” Azzi asked softly. “Barely,” Paige whispered back, smiling. “You’re a superhero.”

“Shh. You’ll make me blush.” Azzi crossed the room and kissed her temple. “Thank you. I mean it.” She said as she gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Anytime,” Paige said, eyes closing. “This is what we do.”

°~°~°~°

Morning came gently, quietly almost too quiet. Zaya was still asleep. For now.

Azzi stood by the doorway of the nursery, arms folded over her chest, just watching. Paige slept curled up in the rocking chair, head back, one arm loosely around the baby.

The room was filled with soft light.

Azzi smiled.

This wasn’t what she imagined motherhood would be like. Not even close. But this—this chaos, this exhaustion, this deep, aching love—it was real. And it was theirs.

She walked over, knelt down beside them, and whispered, “Switch with me. Your turn to sleep.” Paige stirred. “Is it tomorrow already?” Azzi chuckled. “Something like that.”

She lifted Zaya gently and carried her into the living room. She laid her down on her chest as she curled up on the couch, watching the soft rise and fall of her breathing.

Zaya made a tiny noise and wriggled, but didn’t wake. Azzi rested her hand on her back, her eyes fluttering shut. Her mind finally quiet.

Azzi finally got a little peace in all the turmoil that has been happening in her life these past few days.

She watched Paige as she went upstairs, wondering how she got so lucky.

[dark-wackademia]

uh, "i just need to focus on myself right now, thanks for understanding", and then do that regardless of how they react because you deserve to take care of yourself.

also, controversial opinion: you really don't need to explain yourself to anyone, ESPECIALLY when you're in a place like this. babes, your first priority is to let go of that feeling of worrying how others will take you living your best life/feeling obligation to anyone but yourself in order to start living authentically to you and doing whatever you need to for yourself.

secondly: you can do that for maintaining a healthy state so that you don't reach this place too, like preventative medicine... people forget it's worth much more than the methods we enact once at a later stage with something that could have been perhaps avoided all together, if not lessened had we caught it earlier. something i wish more people really understood is that you don't need to be AT deaths door or burnout/this level of not doing well to step back and get back to basics for yourself. imho, you can stay there as long as you need since we all interact with the world differently, and so, we all have varying needs, and those needs shift. sometimes, for a long while, you'll need to stick to being minimal in one area of life to create a sense of peace and balance for yourself in areas that matter more, at that time, and then reverse areas at another point in life. it's alright to just need to do what you need to in order to feel the best you can in life. it's kind of your only real job for yourself because it is YOUR life, after all. and no, that's NOT being selfish, because i hate when people i know take this time that their bodies, minds, and souls are crying out for them to only to frame it in "it's okay to be selfish". taking care of yourself (even if your support needs at the moment, or even in general, long-term, are high) does NOT equate to being selfish AT ALL.

repeat instead the mantras like "i can't pour from an empty cup" and keep in mind that you DONT want to wait until your cups empty. in other words, you don't need to keep pouring just because you have something in your cup. it's okay to keep yourself for yourself. if you have the time and energy, it doesn't mean you need to give it, even if you have been doing maintenance for a while. let go of that guilt, shame, and obligation you feel for simply existing and living. you deserve to enjoy yourself too. you deserve to enjoy your own time and energy before giving it away (even if you want to, which i get is a hard middle ground to strike but in time you'll find it). it's much more enjoyable when you do it this way. try to think about it in the way of water, if you went around literally pouring your water into everyone's cup just because you have even a drop, you'd end up killing yourself because you're drinking nothing. even a little, even half a cup is still not enough. framing it in that way has helped me shed the internalized ablism I had for most of my life, being someone that needs to support myself by a lot of alone time, especially, made me vulnerable to people who socialize more shaping my own perception as negative towards my natural inclination. now that i've let go of this, and keep doing so, i find i actually want to socialize more and find it more energizing whenever i do. i even make it a priority now, instead of finding it to be a chore, as i once had. also, i rec socializing only in areas of interest when you're craving some but are low on energy and vibes to give.

hope this helps someone. <3

also, i think people will understand, and even if they don't, in time, you'll meet someone who does. give yourself that space and time you need so you don't burn yourself out on ones who don't, so you're not burnt out for the ones who come along and get you.

[devilmaymetalgear]

That was a long time ago

swap/evil au!Dante x childhood friend!Reader

Cw: a lot of exposition, dmc3 Dante, gn!reader, this is more of an intro post for the au so I could practice writing him, use of baby and sweetheart, next post WILL be smut with an older evil Dante where he actually is horrible, he's just a little mean in this ❤️

(THIS IS ANOTHER AU I DONT ACTUALLY THINK DANTE WOULD DO ANY OF THIS SHIT IN MAINLINE)

A/n: i have not played dmc5 in a while and forget what the fuck the area around their house looks like, so play along if there's not a forest nearby. I also like... i dont know what happened near the end, its not verg good

He remembered that fateful day. He was left alone, sparring outside. Vergil said he wanted to keep reading his dumb poetry. It was quiet, that familiar of bugs was missing. The chirping of birds gone silent. It was as if time went still.

He didn't notice it at first, that buzzing in the back of his mind that made him want to flee. He probably should of. At 8 years old his mother left him to die. Thrown to the wolves. Thrown to the demons, more accurately.

He watched as the house burned down to ash, the smoke high in the sky. Even as he fled, running for his life, he could see that smoke high in the sky.

And he remembered the days before that. Where he played with his brother and his friend. His secret friend. Mother and father were always worried about them, said they couldn't go too far off the property. But Dante never listened.

He saw another kid in the woods next to his house, plucking some of the wild flowers from the ground. Placing them into their little basket. They looked so excited with each little flower they plucked. And Dante never got to hang out with other kids his age. He crept into the forest, dodging every little leaf and twig that if crunched could scare them.

"Hii!" He shouted, watching them look up.

"Hi?" You waved back at him nervously, and he watched as you stood up straight from the ground.

"Who are those flowers for?" He pointed down at the basket, stepping in front of you.

"They're for my mom. She told me not to come over here but they're just so pretty. Look!" You held your hand up to his face, a small, red wildflower limp between your fingers.

"Can I pick some?" Reaching towards the ground, he grasped at the little flowers, squishing them in his hands. The delicate petals fell onto the ground, leaving partial, crumpled stems in his hands. He was about to give up and sulk, stomp off to go bother Vergil and hope that'll make him feel better.

But you reached out, gently picking up another flower of the ground. Setting into his hand as carefully as you can.

"Now you have one to give to your mom."

Thats all he can remember. His head aches if he thinks about it anymore. That's all he needs to remember anyway.

Why would he ever sit and daydream about the eight year old you, when he's got the smoking hot adult you?

"Dante.." You mutter, gazing down at the rubble and gore beneath temen ni gru. Hundreds dead or injured, the squeals of demons feasting ringing out loud enough for the next city over to hear. His hand tightened around your hip, pulling you close.

"Yeah, baby?" He snaps out of whatever place his mind was, a sharp grin on his face. He looked a little too delighted staring at the gore below him. Like a king on his throne. You wouldn't be surprised if he saw himself as one. "You like what you see, right?"

"It's... definitely something!" His hand drifts lower, resting right on your ass. As much as the urge to swat his hand away rises in you, staring at all the viscera makes you rethink that. "A little... excessive, don't you think? Couldn't we have done this somewhere more... rural? Not right in the middle of the busiest part of town?"

He snickered, leaning into you and glancing over. "I forget how stupid you are when it comes to hellgates and stuff. We can't just move a hell gate, baby. That's where it is so that's where it comes up. Not my fault that I killed a few people."

"You're the one who raised the hellgate! If you didn't raise it then those people wouldn't have died!"

He went quiet, snarling a little. He dipped his head a little lower, his nails digging into your skin.

"If you talk back like that again, I'll throw you down there with them since you pity them so much. You humans are so fragile, any time someone dies you just have to whine about it." He rolled his eyes, as if you were complaining about spilt milk.

He adjusted his grip on you, grabbing your wrist and walking away from the edge.

"Enough of this anyways, I've got a reunion party to plan."

Intro to the au next post WILL be sloppy pervert sex leave me recommendations for what he should do pls ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[iamthemess]

What I think would happen if Tim became evil

(Idk if this already exists in a universe or whatever I'm just being silly font come for me (but also drop fic reps and any Canon content I beg pls))

Tim standing infront of the YJ team: I have decided to become evil

Bart: You okay, buddie?

Tim: I don't expect you to understand why but just know that I have made this decision and I will be going through with this.

Cassie: What did Batman do this time?

Tim: please don't try to stop me and I don't expect you to join me. I'm just here to say my final fairwells and that I hope we won't have to be at odds in the future.

Kon: I'm not sure what evil stuff I should do but I'll give it a try

Bart: might be fun but I draw the line at beheadings and cyber bullying

Kon: yeah same, maybe beheadings and like anything to do with kids. They never did anything wrong.

Cassie: we get a cool new evil name right?

Tim: I- what? What do you mean "maybe beheadings"???

Bart: it's kind of gross

Kon: but if you asked us to I'm sure it's for a good reason.

Tim who was definitely trying to test them and was not expecting this reaction: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Cassie: I THOUGHT WE WERE BEING EVIL!

Kon: YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAID WE'RE EVIL NOW!

Bart: I DONT LIKE YELLING BUT I WANT TO STILL FEEL INCLUDED!

Tim: I say I want to be evil and you're all just okay with that? And you want to join me?

YJ looking at Tim like he's actually crazy: yes?

Tim: I feel so loved yet horrified

Bart: So are we doing the evil thing or not? Cause I'd like to add excessive yelling to my list of evil things I don't wanna do.

They did not do the evil thing and instead settled for mostly harmless pranks on their fellow heroes.

[allatorguard]

NO DON'T DO THIS OUR JOB IS TO HELP YOU AND IF YOU DIDN'T GET IT WE CAN FIND ANOTHER WAY TO EXPLAIN IF YOU DONT LET US KNOW YOU NEED HELP THEN WE CANT HELP YOU PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

[invincibies]

Mark Grayon — SFW headcanons.

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mark and reader are in a established relationship. season 3 mentions || enjoy . . . . .

— Mark Grayson is unsurprisingly a really easy guy to please. {{ whilst you're trying to buy him small things; mark is bringing you home a cake from france if he's somehow gotten there during his superhero stuff... as long as its reasonably priced of course. college students don't get paid all that much... especially him. he doesn't even go to college anymore. But every small thing you give him, he cherishes it, whether it be with his stomach (meaning food) or simply putting it up next to his prized 'Seance Dog' comics and collectables. — Mark Grayson's love language is physical touch and words. {{ (as well as gifts if you squint) he is always quite the attention giver, whether it be curled up next to you whilst you're on your laptop, he is somehow always expressing his endless bounds of affection to you, hugs, kisses, subtle hand holding, the whole lot! his favourite place to kiss you is either your cheek or on the lips. he countlessly apologizes and says that he loves you when he's late to dates with you, kisses on the forehead from him to you for an extra apology are a MUST! and taking you out to burger mart whilst you eat the very few leftover pennies he had from his own mother. — Mark Grayson doesn't actually listen to music that much. {{ (self explanatory but you know...) mark was never that much into music. more of a writer/reader type of guy. of course he listened to music sometimes but not religiously like other people... but he will admit - he doesn't actually mind 'The Cranberries' that much, his favourite is 'Zombie'.

— Mark Grayson's alter ego — Invincible. {{ mark was very nervous about telling you his secret identity but he didn't want a repeat of Amber so he had told you as soon as he thought you were ready for it... which was surprisingly quick. He really thinks your the one. he planned it for weeks, should he just knock on your window one day in his Invincible suit and scare the shit out of you or does he tell you like a normal person. he told you like a normal person, no matter how fun the first option seemed. honestly, he was very surprised when you said you'd stay with him, even after he warned you of the dangers... like anissa and how she threatened to kill amber. — Mark Grayson's stress and how he deals with it. {{ honestly, mark doesn't really have the time to notice how stressed out he is until after an excruciatingly long fight — especially after Conquest. another time he noticed how stressed out he was; his eyes caught sight of an already gray hair by the age of twenty... yikes. not to mention the slight eye bags as well. he's ashamed to admit it but he tries to hide it with concealer sometimes. if mark feels a type of stress that has to be dealt with effective immediately; he usually comes to you for help or goes out on an actual walk instead of flying through the sky like he usually does. if unable to do those things; he quietly recites quotes from 'Seance Dog' to himself to relax him a bit. — Mark Grayson's brother, oliver. {{ you were the first he came to for oliver, he honestly had no idea if his mother would take oliver in especially since it was Omni-Man's kid from another planet. he voiced his struggles and you ended up helping him to tell Debbie. thank god she actually took him in. oliver asks you and mark embarrassing questions like "when are you guys getting married?" just to see you both get flushed and laugh nervously. this kid was 2 months old a week ago and suddenly he's a 12 year old actually knowing how the world worked... to an extent. later in private, mark tells oliver that he'd marry you soon... as a joke. oliver taddled on him to you a few days later. — Mark Grayson and Seance Dog. {{ he loves 'Seance Dog'. we all know this. you know this piece of literature probably as good as he does with how much he talks about it with you. he loves comic books, the comic store was like a second home to him now, he didn't even have to ask the lady at the counter for the latest issue of 'Seance Dog' once a month, she already had it out waiting for his greedy little hands. if there's a new 'Seance Dog' action figure, he's losing his mind and saving up the money to go and buy it. if he doesn't end up having enough money for it, he's looking at you like you're his little ATM. you buy it for him anyway, always. tht precious smile is irreplaceable and you needed to see it every chance you ever got with him.

ok im sorry i wanna write more desperately but its like 4 in the morning and i have school its actually ggs... i hope you enjoyed ts tho!!!! reqs open ^_^

[jealousmartini]

twin you haven't posted in twelve hours are you good

Hey girl! So I shifted.

Accidentally. But fully this time. Well, Fully-ish because I pussied out of fear. No, fully, actually. Wait wait let me explain.

So get this. I woke up.

But not with my eyes. Just mind, body, and soul slowly becoming aware of her surroundings through the heaviness of sleep if you get what i mean. And it was just too warm and familiar and soft. The bed I mean. Way too comfortable for me to want to open my eyes yet, so they stayed shut, blissfully unaware of the fact this bed is not mine. My senses were slowly yet surely locking in. But my brain was not even fully awake. So I was feeling and being without fully realising what was happening

And then I heard the faint click of what i figured was the front door unlocking. Then opening. Then shutting. Then, locking with a key. I assumed that must've been my brother because he usually escapes into the dead of night to go whatever 23 year old guys do at night. And I heard some thick chunky ass boots stumble to the floor and i wondered when he ever wore boots never mind this dense, his heavy padded footsteps gradually got closer slightly muted by the door being closed.. which was then opened (?). It was a small thing, but it didn't make sense why my brother would need to be in my room at all, nvm at this time of night. But anyway, some shuffling was done. I cocked my brow in suspension, eyes still shut btw, cus what did he just go through my stuff for. And as quickly as he was in, he was out of the room. I made a mental note to confront him in the morning about it.

And then I heard the shower start. From the wrong side of my house... Now I know the anatomy of my house pretty well, so I was confused why I could hear the shower from the west instead of the northeast of my room.

After the shower stopped, i heard the bathroom door open, close, and the same as mine. He took like 3 steps in, and this was when i heard him call my name. He whispered it like a question, i dont think he was sure if i was asleep or not. But it was weird because that's not my name. Well it is, but it's not my name from here. And it's definitely not a name my brother from here knew. And then I realised I knew that voice too, but it was different from what i was expecting. Pretty deeper and rougher than what im used to remembering, and it was definitely NOT my brother's.

And so now I'm frustrated. And kinda nervous. Im laid on my side, the same one as i was on when i first began to wake, but now im slightly tense with frowed brows and all. I'm dealing with so many questions at once like why is the house formatted weirdly? and who the fuck is in my room?? and why the fuck did the bed just dip from behind me???

I literally had a question mark in my head when the voice spoke again. But this time, he was closer. Much closer. I FELT his arm, his muscular arm at that, wrap around my waist and pull my back flush against his BARE NAKED CHEST, and I gasped. I fucking gasped. I swear my heart was about to beat out of my chest. My body jolted forward almost involuntarily at the sudden contact of skin, the feeling on his freshly shower-hot muscular bare chest was making me SWEAT and I heard him mumbled against the back of my neck "Shh don't wake up," and I was thinking "Oh i definitely know who this is" And girl I wasn't fucking planning on it anyway. But I ended up shifting back with my eyes squeezed SHUT like the pussy I am

Because I didn't even expect myself to shift that night. The night after my first day back at college from the Easter break. And now I'm supposed to come in like I wasn't just in another man's bed.

Now i dont have the guts to actually say who this was. Im practically shaking right now for fucks sake. But im sure everyone and their mother on this app who sees my blogs can make an educated guess and get it right first time. And after 8 years of knowing about mha and 6 years of trying to shift there, ladies and gentlemen I think I can officially say I have shifted to mha. It definitely wasn't my main mha dr, some would probably argue it was even better lmfao. I guess the secret to shifting really is just letting go.

[moistmailman]

Witcher AU

*On a sunny peaceful day at the Arc Cottage*

Jaune, chopping wood: It's way too hot to be doing this today. Why couldn't it be cloudy-

*Suddenly the family dog starts to bark wildly towards the dirt road*

Jaune, turning around: What is the dog barking about now?

*Jaune looks and sees the dog barking at a stranger passing by the on a horse*

Jaune: Damnit, Tyrus get over here!

*Tytus continues to bark, completely ignoring Jaune*

Jaune, groaning and dropping his axe: Why do you never listen to me? *Walk towards the dog* Do you find it funny to annoy me? I'm sorry, stranger, he doesn't bite but he is a-

*Jaune finally notices that the stranger on the horse was slouched down on top of the horse, arms dangling on the sides and blood slowly spilling onto the horse's body*

Jaune, eyes widening and now running up the horse: OH SHIT! H-HEY, A-ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! OH SHIT.

*Jaune inspects the stranger to reveal them to be a tall redheaded woman that was badly cut up, some cuts reaching bone even, but miraculously she was still breathing faintly*

Jaune: Oh fuck. This looks bad. BLEU, I NEED HELP!

Bleu, walking out: Can you literally not deal with the dog yourself- what the?!

Jaune, trying to delicately move the woman off the horse: JUST SHUT UP AND HELP!

Bleu, running up and grabbing the woman with Jaune: Okay fine, on the count of 3. One two THREE.

*Jaune and Bleu carefully lift the woman off the horse, causing the woman to unconsciously groan in pain*

Jaune, picking the woman up in her arms: Okay, go inside and tell mom to get the guest room ready! And get me a bowl of hot water, a rag, and my medical supplies.

Bleu, eyes wide looking at the woman:......

Jaune: BLEU!

Bleu: Jaune, do you know what this woman is?

Jaune: Nearly a corpse if you don't move!

Bleu: Jaune, this is a Witcher.

Jaune, looking down at the woman: What?

Bleu: Look at her veins! They're black! From drinking potions!

*Jaune finally noticed that the redheaded woman was paler than most and her veins, mostly in her face, were visible and pitch black*

Jaune: Holy shit, they're real? They're not a folktale?

Bleu: What the hell could've done with this a Witcher?!

Jaune, shaking his head: Doesn't matter! Just do what I say!

Bleu: R-right. Okay! *Runs off into the house*

Jaune, carrying the Witcher: The hell could've done this to a Witcher?

*CUTAWAY*

Pyrrha, weekly waking up: W-..…..where am I?

*the redhead looks around and notices she's not only not on her horse but currently in a room on a bed wrapped in a blanket with a fireplace roaring in the background*

Pyrrha: Am I bandaged? *Tries to the right arm* and is my arm in a sling?

An approaching muffled feminine voice: I'm going to check in on her real quick, okay?

*The door opens, and the smell of roast beef and garlic creeps into the room before a blonde woman head pokes her head through the door and makes eye contact with Pyrrha*

Blonde woman: *nods before pulling her head back out the room and closes the door"

Pyrrha:.........

*the door then quickly opens again with the blonde woman eyes wide*

Blonde woman: Oh shit! You're awake actually?!

*the woman quickly leaves"

Blonde woman's voice muffled: JAUNE! SHE'S AWAKE! YOU KNOW, THE ONE YOU CALLED BEAUTIFUL A FEW DAYS AGO!

Pyrrha: *slightly blushes*

A muffled masculine voice: I swear to God if she heard that then I'm going to be pissed!

Another feminine voice: DONT BE EMBARRASSED! SHE WOULD BE LUCKY TO HAVE YOU!

Same masculine voice: DON'T START TOO, MOM!

*finally footsteps approach the room and a tall blonde man with blue eyes walks into the room*

Jaune, awkwardly: H-hey, so, you're actually awake?

Pyrrha: *nods*

Jaune: So uhm.....you didn't hear anything my sister yelled out, right?

Pyrrha, deciding to show mercy: She yelled something?

Jaune, sighing in relief: It doesn't matter? How are you feeling? You were beaten up pretty bad when we first found you.

Pyrrha, cracking her neck: Not as bad as I was before because of you guys.

Jaune, smiling: That's a relief. I thought I wouldn't be good enough to treat someone with your wounds. Especially since I didn't have much here to actually treat them with.

Jaune: Where is 'here' exactly?

Jaune: Oh, you're at my house outside of any of the towns. Well, my parents house I guess. Actually, our house is more like it. But my parents legally own it, but we all help with the bills and keeping the house afloat. Am I rambling? I'm rambling, I'm sorry.

Pyrrha, chuckling: It's alright. Does my savior have a name by any chance?

Jaune: Jaune! J-jaune Arc to be exact. Short sweet and rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it.

Pyrrha: *raises eyebrow*

Jaune: Okay fine, a very small minority of ladies like it....possibly?

Pyrrha: *lightly giggles*

Jaune: That's....a better response that I usually get from women whenever I use that line.

Pyrrha, smiling: What's their usual response?

Jaune: Disgust, or pity. Sometimes in between.

Pyrrha: Well I'm sure it's their loss then, because you seem quite dashing in my opinion.

Jaune, blushing madly: Holy shit, really?

Pyrrha: *laughs*

Jaune, scratching the back of his head: I hope this isn't a personal question, but I gotta ask.....who....what happened to you?

Pyrrha, face getting serious: I got careless. I was hunting a Leshen when it somehow got a jump on me. Wouldve killed me if it wasn't for your craftsmanship. *Gestures towards her bandages*

Jaune, eyes wide: Holy shit, a Leshen? They're real?

Pyrrha, nodding: Yeah, dangerous creatures too. Slashed me before I could even drink a potion.

Jaune: Damn, so it escaped?

Pyrrha, shaking head: No. The Leshen grew careless too and got too close when he thought I was done for. That's when I stuck my hand in its mouth and burnt it from the inside out.

Jaune, nodding: That would explain the teeth marks on your arm.

Pyrrha nodding: Couldn't even chop it's head off and put it on my horse because of my injuri- wait, where's my horse?

Jaune: Oh don't worry. She's in our barn. Well behaved creature by the way. Didn't even throw a fit when my sister cleaned off....well, you're blood.

Pyrrha, sighing: That's a relief. I was nervous I had to bury another horse.

Jaune, nodding: Yeah, you have nothing to worry about. She's in good health.

Pyrrha: Thanks.....why did you help me by the way?

Jaune, tilting his head: What do you mean?

Pyrrha, shrugging: I mean....you saved a woman's life despite not knowing her. Why?

Jaune, sheepishly: Cause it's the right thing to do? Is that not common nowadays?

Pyrrha: No, not at all honestly. Especially for witchers. Most of us wont wave a finger if they didn't get coins for it....in fact, most people wouldn't help a Witcher in the first place honestly. Most people fear us.

Jaune, awkwardly: Well, I guess I'm different. Honestly, I didn't really notice you were a Witcher at first until my sister pointed out. N-not that I wouldn't have helped you if I knew though! I would have helped you regardless honestly! Unless you were a bandit or something though, then I probably wouldn't have helped you. Wait, how would I even have known if you were a bandit in the first place? Wait, I'm rambling again. I'm sorry

Pyrrha, chuckling: Don't be. It's kinda cute.

Jaune: *blushes madly*

*an awkward pause surrounds the two*

Jaune, perking up: Oh, you must be hungry. Will you like some roast beef my mom just made it and she's an amazing cook?

Pyrrha: If it's not too much trouble.

Jaune: Nonsense. My mom loves giving food out. She's a slave for compliments. Before I go, I never ask. What's your name?

Pyrrha: Its Pyrrha. Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune, nodding: Right. And my name is Jaune Arc.

Pyrrha, smiling: Yes? You already told me that.

Jaune, blushing: O-Oh yeah. I forgot. I-I'm just going to make you a plate now.

*Jaune opens the door causing an older woman whose ear was against it to fall into the room*

Jaune, annoyed: Mom!

Jaune's mom, stumbling to stand up: Pfft, sorry about that. Went to knock but tripped the second my son opened the door. My son who is single by the way.

Jaune, groaning: Mom!

Jaune's mom: She said you were cute!

Jaune: *groans louder*

Pyrrha: *chuckles*

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Making out with yeonjun!! Nothing more just a hot make out session 😍

an: i dont know how this came out so long ;-; its not the best lmao i feel so stuck when i write kissing lmao but you know what making out with yeonjun would fix me and now its all i can think of. [m.list] wc: 1.1k warnings: rivals? to lovers, kissing, uuumm i think that's it lol

“You know you don't have to act like you hate me when no one else is around,” the sound of his voice cut through the rhythmic tapping of your shoe. 

You had known not to take the elevator, the constant reminder of the steady on and off out-of-service light blinking had been for well over two months. One day working, only to be caught halfway between floors the next. It had become a habit now to walk around to the other side of the building if you wanted a ride, or just to take the climb up the flights of stairs. It would burn your legs, but it would be better than being stuck here with yeonjun. 

The clock had only just hit the final hour in your overtime schedule. The city lights bright through the glass windows lining the back of your office. It had been in a moment of weakness, tired enough not to care if the elevator got stuck, if it meant you didn't have to walk down all the steps. You had almost been in the clear for the lone ride, the doors just an inch from closing, before yeonjun stuck his hand in to reel the doors back open. 

Your back had straightened, eyes narrowing as he gave you that cocky grin, “room for one more?” he knew the affect he had on you, knew it the moment he had joined your sales team and started to match your numbers and annoyingly surpass them on occasion. 

It wouldn't have bothered you much; you still hit quotas and pulled in more money than the company needed, but it was his arrogance that tipped you over the edge. So when the elevator stopped, jerking to a halt only a floor before the lobby, you couldn't help but sigh, foot tapping in annoyance the second the button for maintenance was pressed. 

“I never said I hated you,” You didn't have to look back to know he was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets like he couldn't care less about the situation, “I do find you irritating.” 

He let out a short loud laugh like the sound had been pulled from him without him even realizing it. “Most people find me charming and charismatic,” 

“Most people, the less irritating type, don't go around listing their supposed qualities when no one asked for them,” and it was in the next laugh that you decided to shut him up. The way he found your annoyance funny ticked that internal clock of yours, counting down the seconds to blowing up. 

You didn't even listen to what he came back with. The words cut off the second you turned and leaned into him, his surprised hum caught right on the edge of your mouth. And he didn't even push you away, one hand coming up, ghosting over your cheek before you pulled away. “Now, will you shut up?” 

The kiss had effectively worked to quiet him, his eyes hazy and blinking at you like he was coming back from somewhere he never expected to go. In the half-second move to turn back around, yeonjun had caught you like he had the elevator, hand swift in pulling you back to him. 

He gave you no time to breathe, his mouth on yours, stealing your muffled shock. It had never crossed your mind if yeonjun would or would not be a good kisser; it was written into everyone's mind that he must be, especially when he always kept that teasing smirk right on the edge of his mouth. 

It was on instinct to want to reach out to you, his hands finding your waist, sliding along the smooth material of your work shirt. The elevator was too small to go anywhere but up against the wall. Yeonjun was effortlessly addictive in seconds, a hit that melted your body against his, destroying your inhibitions. 

Only a moment ago, you were annoyed, tired, and wished to be anywhere but here with him. Now your hands were curling along his neatly placed hair, tangling up in the strands while he chased your lips for more with every breath you pulled away to take. 

It was easily passed as a moment of weakness if it had stayed with nothing more than a fleeting lapse in judgment. But neither of you pulled away, not when he gave you the opportunity and started to kiss down your jaw, down your neck. His lips leave a trail over your pulse, your soft whine so loud in the cramped space. Yeonjun pressed his hips closer to you, locking you in place as if he could trap you right there, as if he could keep the sounds you made for him alone. 

When he pulled away, fingers still digging into your hips, your tucked shirt half pulled from the waistband of your skirt, the two of you blinked back in silent shock. His lips a deeper red, soft and flushed from the kissing, his eyes tracing over your features as the two of you looked back at what you had done. 

And neither of you cared, not when you tugged him back to you. The entirety of him devouring you up, trying to savor the moment as if you would push him away at any second. Because kissing you had been on his mind for longer than he'd care to admit, and even if you had done it to shut him up he would only get worse with annoying you if this was his reward disguised as nothing more than a petty punishment. 

But it was over too soon, the elevator jumping back ot life, pouring a bucket of ice water over the two of you. Caught in front of no one but each other. Both of you mess, silently agreeing to ignore what had happened as you pushed your hand back through his hair, only this time to put all the strands back into place. His fingers were steadily helping to tuck back in your shirt as if he wasn't doing the opposite of what he wanted. 

“Back to pretending you hate me?” his brows jumping up in question as you rolled your eyes. 

“Still undeniably annoying, people like you shouldn't be so good at kissing.” You smoothed your hand over his tie, needing some distraction as the elevator dinged right at the lobby. 

“People who are charming, charismatic, and handso-” he was leaning back in, nose dipping just enough to pull you back in before you pushed him away. He knew the trick to your weakness now, and it was hard to resist him when knowing the outcome. 

“Still annoying, goodnight yeonjun,” casually thrown over your shoulder as you tried to rush right out the door.

[mushiimune]

And I am the idiot

With the painted face

In the corner,

Taking up space

But when he walks in

I am loved,

I am loved.

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