#drafts in the works

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

[lokh]

DO YOU SEE MY VISION... DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY COULD BECOME

[plumbum-art]

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[forsworned]

Being the only female on TF141 is like Simon constantly scolding you for getting into sheningans with Johnny and Kyle while Price sits on his arm chair with a good book, whiskey in hand and him puffing out smoke like a chimney from his cigar like the daddy he is.

"Delete it."

"Why?"

"Cos I fockin' said so."

You cock an amused brow at him as you look up from the embarrassingly cute photo of the skull-masked behemoth fast sleep and cuddling your Hello Kitty plushie. "Cos y'fockin' said so?" You mock his gravelly Manchester accent and it sends Johnny and Kyle into a fit of giggles. And even Price is chuffed by it. It's contagious really.

It lets your guard down enough for him to yank your phone out of your hand deleting the picture with a swiftness that made your eyes ream and your heart jump. You all groan and jeer at him for being a poor sport but he's quite satisfied with himself. Little does he know, you have a few copies of it in your desktop.

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Sir toon and his loyal men.

This comes WAAYY way after Gavriel and Jack's relationship really takes off.

The other members were initially very against Gavriel and Jack's relationship, Gavriel Huffman included. However, Jack is eventually able to earn the respect of the other mobsters after proving himself able to protect both their boss [Gavriel] and the other members of their group, time and time again.

They swore to do him favors and other errands as a compensation for his benevolence. Jack himself didn't mean for this to happen, he just didn't want anyone to get hurt and his kind heart has won the group over in turn.

[ellacove]

simon riley who has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen and he knows it. there’s an arrogant smirk on his lips as he watches you gulp down the lump in your throat—pretty eyes widening at the sight of it that never seems to alter despite the countless of times you’ve seen it. you swear he grew since the last time. and the time before that. he loves the way your hands always shake slightly as you grab onto his shoulders for support, head tilting up to look at him nervously as you sigh quietly. “‘s almost in love, i swear” he always assures you when he’s stuffing the monstrous thing inside your aching cunt, a small hum sounding from your throat as you close your eyes and lean back. “i know you can take it” he praises into your ear—head coming down to rest in the crook of your neck and give it a small kiss as a reward for being so patient for him. “seen you do it before.” you’re his perfect girl—taking his cock so good for him, every damn time.

[marzipanandminutiae]

"most allegedly haunted houses turn out to have gas leaks!"

no they don't. you are merely skimming the surface of mundane shit that can be wrong with old houses with your one puny little explanation that only fits a very small number of cases. try harder

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[grey-viridian]

Rottmnt Possessed AU

So… It all started with this art of Ghost Leo that I drew quite some time ago.

And then I had an idea.

Do you remember how Gram-Gram died, did the Hamato glowy thing, turned into light and possessed April at the end of season 2?

Well-

What if?

I present to you The Disaster Twins who refused to be separated by such dumdum thing as death.

[lil-meowmeow]

CHAPSTICK!

katsuki and you have this little game– that literally leaves everyone confused and nobody knows how exactly it works. (with the exception of you two of course.)

it seemed as if you were deep in thought, before you randomly screamed "MINT!" whilst on the couch in the common room, headphones still on.

"dude what the hell are you on?" denki questioned as he flinched at the unannounced outburst you just just had. a few feet away from the two of you, katsuki responsed. "yer' wrong!"

you groaned and let your head fall back onto the couch cushion behind you. a lose again–how many times is it now? 15th? 20th? you lost count.

denki on the other hand, narrowed his eyes in confusion—trying to understand what exactly just happened. yeah, no clue.

"y/n– what just- what are you and bakugou.. doing?"

raising your eyebrows, you acknowledged his presence and answered his question. "huh?" removing your headphones, "oh!" you held back a laugh. "it's a game! you wouldn't get it." you chuckled as you continued on your work.

he simply smacked his lips at your unfulfilling answer. why can't you just explain? it's not even the first time this has happened. on multiple occasions you'll just scream out some random ass flavor (ice-cream?) and get a "nope" or a "wrong" in response.

you smiled to yourself, sinking into the couch and licking your lips, a lingering refreshing taste on your tongue. it's definitely mint flavored.

a/n.... uhhh this is my first time publishing my writing onto tumblr. be nice plz

[gunstellations]

encounter (1/?)

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cont. of unfamiliar side

[crescentfool]

december 31st but i make it silly (based on a tumblr post, below the cut!)

everyone say thank you xenia, i made adjustments for the december 31st context but nyx avatar is still fitting.

original draft of the last panel. i considered putting the bi flag but i didn't know how to squeeze it in. we love ryoji mochizuki in this house.

[hughmanbean]

Loving Threats

Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.

Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.

I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.

It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.

Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.

---

Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.

All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.

"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."

Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.

Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.

"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."

Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.

"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"

---

"A crime boss, huh?"

Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.

"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."

"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"

"Well..."

[flwrstqr]

♱ ‧ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU COME TO THEIR CONCERTS

🪽 ⋆ 𖥔 ݁ idol!enha hyung line x fem!reader. kissing, petnames 𓈃 ๋ 484 wc.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 when you walk backstage after heeseung's concert, he’s shocked to see you. his eyes widen and before you know it, he’s rushing over, lifting you up effortlessly and spinning you around slightly. he litters your face with kisses, making you giggle. “you didn’t tell me you’re gonna be here, princess,” he murmurs against your lips. his hands gently cup your face as he pulls you into a deep, tender kiss, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. the staff members nearby gush over how cute you two are, and you can’t help but smile. “well, i’m here now,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. heeseung grins, his eyes shining with pure happiness as he holds you close.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 jay is walking around the stadium during the concert, interacting with fans while performing. his eyes scan the crowd, and then they widen when he spots you. without a second thought, he rushes over, pulling you into a tight hug. he kisses your cheek and whispers, “you didn’t tell me you would show up here.” you laugh, kissing his cheek back. “backstage?” you ask, and he nods, a huge smile on his face. he gives your hand a quick squeeze before turning around to interact with other engenes, his excitement palpable. the crowd goes wild, and you can't help but feel your heart swell with joy.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 backstage before the concert, you’re sitting on jake’s lap, his arms wrapped around you securely. his chin rests on your shoulder as the two of you watch a video on his phone, his face nuzzled close to yours. his hand rest on your thigh. every now and then, he leaves soft kisses on your neck, making you shiver with delight, before refocusing on the video. his members pass by and can’t help but tease him. “look at jake, a lovesick puppy,” one of them jokes, causing jake to blush slightly. he grins, not minding the teasing one bit as he holds you closer, whispering, “i don’t care what they say. i’m just happy you’re here with me.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 sunghoon’s on stage, performing with his usual charm, but tonight, his eyes are glued on you. every note, every move, it's like he's singing just for you. "so my pretty girl came today," he says into the mic, and the crowd goes wild. you can feel your cheeks heating up as he continues, "guess i have to give my best performance now." his gaze never leaves yours, and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter. he’s completely smitten, and everyone can see it. he's just been craving your lips and touch the whole entire week.

[andersonfilms]

farmhand!abby who is a sweet girlfriend, loves you more than life itself, treats as you such. wines and dines you, makes sure you’re taken care at any and all times. delicate, kind words of affirmation, the time she sets aside for you even when the muscles in her body from being overworked as a farmhand ache. abby pays attention to the small little trinkets you have your eye on would be wrapped up by the next week, waiting for your expectant eyes to light up, sending her heart into overdrive.

farmhand!abby who loves to give, she’s always been a giver. she loves seing her lover squirm, hips bucking, and curses leave your lips each time she teases. abby never quite takes it easy on you even so. she loves eating pussy like it’s her fucking job. those broad shoulders wedged between your thighs and strong, calloused hands pining your stomach as your hips attempt to buck into her mouth. you’re whimpering, whining for more like a brat. well…most of the time, but tonight you chose to be quiet. a little game of cat and mouse. you do it for the outcome. smirking at abby, the overachiever. even if you’re soaking through the cotton sheets, she needs you to be loud. this simply will not fucking do.

she makes a mess of you, spitting sloppily along your swollen lips, slapping your clit as she pinched her clit between her fingertips. “you sure you’re stuck on being quiet sweetheart? m’not sure you have it in you.” abby slaps your cunt again, “to defy me.”

you whimper moan out her name, more like cursing it, but to her it’s all the same. “see? knew you couldn’t last long.” she slaps your weeping cunt with another hit, jolting your body up on her bed.

she’s musky, smells like a hard earned day, but you want to inhale every scent she has to offer. blonde, baby hairs sticking to her face as she pushes your thighs up, knees nearly hitting the headboard. she cups your pussy, thumb circling a hole that’s never quite been explored by her or anyone for that matter.

“a-abs, shit, we’ve only talking about this once.” abby pauses, inquiring a soft question. “do you not want to?” you nod, a delicate yes comes out when she spits on your cunt. again.

“now, be my sweet baby and let me stretch this pretty ass of yours, yeah? how’s that sound?”

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