#drops this and leaves

[stephreynaart]

[omegalawliet]

[theninth09]

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[arcane-gold]

i bring you xie lian big naturals comic

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

even a broken doll remembers who once held it.

kaiser remembers the feel of your hands, your fingers, the weight and pressure of your playdates— remembers how you’d pick him up after letting him fall to the ground. you were a bratty child, but he didn’t mind. you’d always come back for him, crouch down to the floor and make sure his porcelain limbs were still intact, kiss his cheek. then you’d apologize.

none of the adults ever understood you.

he did, though. he knew you’d feel remorse after playing too rough, throwing a tantrum, knew you cried in secret when your mother locked you in your room — the weight of her palm still fresh on your cheek. crystalline droplets, smudged against him.

you’d cradle him tightly, and all would be well.

(you wrote your name on his neck with coloured marker; marked him as your own. yours, yours, all yours to bend and break. your favorite doll.

he thought you’d be together forever.)

”do you remember me?”

a smile. his blue eyes gleam, sharp like a pair of daggers, catching the light of the sun— his fingers flex at his sides. a silent tick, unconscious.

you’re looking at him as if he’s a stranger. blinking, rubbing at your eyes with the heel of your palm, you must still be tired. you’re older now, clothes less frilly, cheeks less chubby— but it’s you, he knows it’s you. he’d know you blind, through a shattered mirror.

he found you.

fate granted him a miracle. skin and bones, his very own heartbeat— it pulses when he looks you in the eye. there’s confusion in your gaze, even though his hair is still the same, gold fading into blue seas, you used to tug at his locks when you were younger. it’s silkier now. he’s big, taller than you, finally. towering over you. (it feels good.) he’s alive, alive, alive —

and you don’t recognize him.

of course not. you’ve always been difficult.

(he tells himself he doesn’t mind.

he’ll make you remember who you left behind.)

[indigoipsum]

Merry Christmas Grelle Nation

[stellarknightz]

HAII *shoots you with a pony ray*

[chopper-witch]

Here is my submission to the dirty tiefling headcanon pile:

Due to being descendants of fiends, they are related to succubi/incubi and therefore have one of their more interesting traits - aphrodisiac spit. It is only secreted during very intimate moments and since (another headcanon) tieflings tend to nip/bite during intimate moments (sex usually but not always), it is just a little something extra to aid with bonding and increase pleasure on all sides.

[vendetta-ari]

[xakuuyo]

Follow up to last post, he has been improved

Alfred my beloved 😳

[neon-kazoo]

Alone

“Does it ever get lonely?”

Villain’s nemesis turned their head slowly, caught off guard by the question that broke the careful silence between them.

“What?” The hero questioned dumbly, trying to process the sudden inquiry.

They weren’t by themselves. Their enemy was sat at their side, now giving them a look that Hero couldn’t quite decipher.

“Like, people treating you differently, I guess,” Villain stumbled before continuing, “Don’t you ever just want to feel normal?”

Hero froze, furrowing their brow in confusion.

What wasn’t normal about their life? They ate, slept, went to class, did their work. Saving the world was just…a hobby.

Everybody had those, right?

Hero shook their head automatically.

“Thats just what happens when you lose the mask,” they dismissed, “People treat you differently. It is what it is.”

They weren’t sure what to make of their enemy’s abrupt curiosity. Their face reveal was nothing more than a practical decision. One they had never doubted.

“So you don’t miss before?” Villain queried.

What was there to miss about anonymity?

Now, they didn’t have to worry about struggling with secrets, goggle malfunctions, or their identity being used against them. It made everything easier. The decision had helped them do their hero work more efficiently and live their daily life without constant mistruths.

“Of course not.”

So why did it feel like they were still lying?

They didn’t regret it, they knew they didn’t. It’s just that, somewhere in the process of making life easier, it had somehow simultaneously gotten harder.

Without the mask, there was no hiding. Now, there was only staring at every turn, high expectations in every area. Now, their friends could only share sympathy, not empathy. Without the mask, at the end of the day, it was just them.

“Yes,” they breathed.

“Yes, what?”

The response was too far removed from any question to be sure what the hero was referring to.

“Yes, I miss it. Yes, I want to feel normal. Yes, I feel so alone.”

Their words crescendoed, then fell back down to a whisper at the final confession.

The silence greeted them again like a familiar friend as a few seconds passed.

“You’re not, you know,” Villain spoke into the air.

It was Hero’s turn to ask, again, “What?”

“Alone. You’re not.”

Villain looked up from their fiddling hands, attempting to share their sincerity through their gaze.

Hero’s throat tightened.

Weren’t they?

Sometimes they wished they could just glue the damned thing back on their face. It wasn’t what was best for them, but it was less scary, being ignored. No one knowing them. No one seeing them.

The lies had been destroying them, but the truth was just so much harder to live.

The disbelief showed through on the hero’s face as they picked absentmindedly at their nails.

“Just because you’re my archenemy, doesn’t mean you’re my only enemy.”

Their eyes met, and Hero realized Villain was serious.

“You��fight other people?”

“Of course I fight other people,” the villain laughed lightly, “Did you really think you’re the only hero in the world?”

They didn’t, but…they didn’t think it was the same. It was so easy to get caught up in their own coverage, their own issues. Plus, the superheroes operated on a different level. They couldn’t possibly struggle with something as trivial as an identity reveal.

Hero opened their mouth, but no sound came out.

“I’m gonna give you some numbers,” Villain pulled a pen out from their pocket, grabbing the Hero’s hand from where it rested and writing ink down across it, “Call them. It’ll help, I promise.”

Hero blinked down at the symbols now written in blue on dorsal side of their hand.

It was a strange day to be taking advice from their nemesis, but they’d be lying if they said they didn’t want to try.

Maybe, they really weren’t as alone as they thought.

[panaceatthedisco]

Chapters: 1/11 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU), Crystal Palace (DCU) Additional Tags: Case Fic, a little bit from a lot of cases, Pining, is it mutual? who knows, Queerplatonic Vibes, arospec charles rowland, Autistic Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Pre-Canon, it's a bit timey-whimey, no beta we die like The Cat King Summary:

After their latest case, Charles and Crystal went out to celebrate. In the silence of the growing darkness, Edwin decided to reorganize the Agency's filing system. While sorting through each case proves to be a welcome distraction, he is forced to confront how much he and Charles have changed in the past thirty years. But what is even more astounding is just how much is the same as it always was.

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

not to fall into fandom archetypes but c!oli is sooooooooo dog coded. loud. energetic. silly. makes fun noises. gets the zoomies. scurries around. trusting. maybe a little too trusting. very friendly. loyal. loyal to a fault. social, he doesn’t do very well left on his own. he doesn’t do very well in cages. doesn’t do very well with isolation. very social. he loves people, even if people don’t always love him. loyal to a fault. once he’s your friend, he’s your friend for life. even if he keeps getting hurt. even if he keeps getting left behind. he’ll stay and he’ll love you, because he doesn’t know how to do anything else. because at least he isn’t alone, right? he stays around people, because he loves people. even if they’ve hurt him, cause it’s better than being alone. better than being in a cage. he’s trusting. he’s loyal. he probably sleeps on the floor

[thediktatortot]

Okay but what if Chet, Billy's Work Boyfriend, is actually Kilt Guy from the party.

[lowcallyfruity]

I think Bennet and Luis would be work friends ☝️

Luis belongs to @shinysparklesapphires 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥💪💪💪

[askprotoroll]