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I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy đđ»đđ»
The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)
And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos
#superfamilyweek#superman#dcu#clois#lois lane#clark kent#i was actually gonna post this a few days ago but then i found out about the superfamily week#it wasn't made for it but i hope you can accept this humble offering even if it doesn't really fit the prompts#art#digital#fanart#live-action#dc#regular#final#colour#this actually from june when the set photos came out and i just got completely obsessed and went into a clois haze#it all looks so good though!! the whole thing!!!! i'm vibrating with excitement just thinking about it!!!!!!!#if this film isn't good i'm gonna be sooo disappointed you guys have no idea how much i'm looking forward to it#but anyway. ART RAMBLES: as i mentioned on the tags of my last drawing this piece gave me SUCH a headache#i think it's probably cos it was just supposed to be a quick sketch so i used a more stable pencil brush#but then i really liked it so i decided to properly colour it instead of just doing the watercolour thing i usually do for sketches#but with finished pieces i like the lineart to be kinda messy and the sketch to even show through bit#and since i used the more stable brush for the sketch it ended up looking WAY too clean. not like my stuff at all.#so i just started throwing stuff at the wall to see what could make it more interesting. full background! actual lineart! texture layers!#and this here is what i was the happiest with. i don't... love it though. it should be looking way more interesting given the pose#and then i also did the purge girl halfway through this and it looked SO good right out of the bat (pun intended)#so i went a bit into a spiral. did some realistic stuff i'll post soon. and now am trying out a thick black lineart style.#(i'll definitely still use the coloured lines for the sketchy watercolour stuff though. it just looks way too cute)
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CRAVE | Joel Miller
SUMMARY: thereâs only one thing that joel craves, and it isnât the mental fucking torture of an overly stubborn twenty-something teasing him âtil heâs blue in the face. and balls.
PAIRING: dbf!joel miller x afab!reader. legal unspecified age gap.
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. alcohol consumption. pervy old man joel. readerâs dad (iâve named him sorrrry) is there before joel gets pervy. some religious themes and also descriptions of religion in a negative light (this is MY experience with christianity, if you do not agree then please donât read), no explicit smut but descriptions of what joel wants to do to youuuu so: mentions of piv, cock-riding, oral f!receiving, choking if you squint, dirty talk asf, joel being cocky which leads to his cock being sad and alone. reader is cunty. not proof-read âcus, once again, iâm a lazy bitch and i donât have time for that. enjoy. đ«¶đ»
An end to craving is an end to suffering.
Todayâs last stream of sunlight fulgurates through the branches of your fatherâs prized Texas Ash, hitting perfectly the dime-sized crucifix situated comfortably between two pert tits sheathed in sheer black cotton.
Joel tries not to stare, but itâs impossible. Heâs been watching you all fucking night. Every time you get up, heâs been glued to your ass. Whenever you lean over, Joel canât seem to pry his eyes away from your cleavage. The more heâs been drinking, the more brazen heâs been with his stolen glances.
When your father rambles about some work-related spielâand youâre sitting so innocently across the wayâhe canât help affixing his eyes to the swell of your breasts. Wondering what itâd be like to touch, and grope, and suck on them.
Your mother was right about him. For all of the years that she knew Joel while your parents were together, sheâd always say that he was trouble. A good-for-nothing, splenetic, perverted old-man who was but a bad influence. And you never noticed, never cared. You always thought that he was a great friend, and a stand-up guy.
Until today. Until you saw him scrutinizing your formâin front of your dadâyou had a lot more respect for Joel. But now you realize that your mother was right. He is a perv. Butâfuckâdo you love that.
Youâre not sure what you enjoy moreâdisrespecting your insane Catholic mother, or knowing that Joel is undressing you with his eyesâbut you canât help yourself feeding into his fantasy.
âDaddy?â Your father hums, not entirely bothered by the fact that youâve just interrupted his conversation. He smiles. âDo you want another beer?â
âPlease, hon.â He hands you his empty bottle, mumbling something about how he was going to get himself one and that you donât need to. But you insist.
The blanket over your thighs is being discarded, hiking your dress up with it. Joel gets a glimpse of your lace panties that he likes to imagine you wore just for him, and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Bare, supple skin is on display as you get up from the deck chair. You turn to him with a prurient twinkle in your eye, and ask if he wants a drink too. âYeah, another wonât hurt. Iâm already prettyââ he hiccups, âpretty far gone, anyway.â
Dad laughs while you saunter to the cooler and make a big show of bending over, completely unaware of the way Joel is trying to conjure up a plan to get you alone tonight. But thenâŠ
âSame âere, bud.â He laughs before heâs nodding toward Joel. âStay the night, if âya wanna. I mean, youâre in no fit state to driveânone of us areâand I got a spare bedroom.â
His nose scrunches up, as if to decline, before youâre turning around with two unopened beers and a small bottle of wine. Your hand wraps around the neck almost romantically, leaving very little to his imagination.
âYeah, you might as well stay, Miller.â You put down the beers on the table, still holding firmly the Merlot. âIâm stayinâ. I got nowhere to be in the morninâ, and dad bought breakfast stuff.â
Two brown eyes are latched to each of yours, and you feel beads of perspiration roll through the valley of your breasts. Despite the evening cooling down, youâre stifling beneath his unyielding gaze.
âAlright, Iâll stay.â Joel concedes. He takes his can and cracks it open, lifting it up to cheers your father. âSâlong as youâre makinâ me breakfast, Gary.â
Dad salutes and you smile, sinking into the purple cushion with a satisfied hum. You ogle Joel, biting fiercely the skin of your bottom lip. And it doesnât go unnoticed.
Joel swigs his beerâletting your dad drunkenly rambleâand doesnât take his eyes off of you. Wondering how heâs going to make you pay for torturing him like this.
But this hadnât been your intention when Joel showed up to watch the Cowboys v Browns game this afternoon. In fact, him staying past nine oâclock was completely unintentional and if it werenât for your dad pumping him full of Coors and Old Milwaukee, heâd be fast asleep at this very moment.
He supposes that he doesnât mind, being here. Especially because heâs buzzedâstill able to speak and think coherently, which is surprisingâand gets to spend some rare time with you. Even if it is with your dad.
You watch them converseâthe way that friends doâadmiring how patient Joel is with him despite him being a little bit too inebriated for his own good. Heâs the kind of friend that your old man needs; understanding, forbearing. And it baffles you that theyâve not known one another for longer than seven years, but surmise that theyâd definitely be best friends in every other timeline because they just work so well.
But itâs the thought of them being friendsâbrothersâthat urges feelings of unease. Trepidation. Garyâll have a cow if he finds out the way that his so called buddy has been making googly eyes at his little girlâs titties for the last eight hours.
Joel senses the shift in attitudeâyouâre not teasing him nowâand turns the topic of conversation to you. Dad doesnât mind, though. Never minds talking toâor aboutâhis kid.
âWhat made you stay in with us oldies tonight, huh?â
Wine is being swiveled around the glass before you take it back in one swig. A grimace flits over your features, but they both catch it.
âDidnât feel like hittinâ the bars.â Candidly, you say. Itâs refreshing. âCanât be dealinâ with pervy old men tryna touch me.â
Less refreshing.
Joelâs blood runs cold, and you smirk. He swallows thickly the liquid acrimony bubbling from the chasms of his throat. He wants to screw that stupid grin off of your faceâstuff his cock straight between those plush lips and throat fuck you âtil youâre crying and gasping for air.
He just nods instead of saying anything.
âIâll kill anyone that touches you.â Dad says, not sensing Joelâs sudden frigid state. âSeriously. âSpecially if itâs an old fuckinâ degenerate assholeââ
âAlright, Gary.â You halt the hate train, pouring the last few dregs of wine into your glass. âNo need to get all protective. No old coot is cominâ anywhere near me.â
You look directly at Joel when you say; âold men canât do what guys my age can, anyway.â
Dad grimaces. Joel scoffs. You canât help smiling, feeling very proud of yourself.
âYâknow, youâre still my kid? And hearing this shit is nasty.â Your father tells you around a burp, and realizes that this might be the time to call it a night.
Heâs never been able to handle his alcohol, especially after being married to your psychotic beer-loathing, hymn-signing, prayer-group-leading, holier-than-though moronic fucking mother.
He lets himself get too drunk too fast, now. Ever since she went back to Kansasâwhich was totally code for I fucked the priest and got extradited from the churchâheâs really let his hair down, and youâd be lying if you said this version of your old man wasnât the very best. Because heâs living his life the way that he wants to, now.
Itâs nice.
âIt might be nasty, but âleast you donât have to worry about me bringing home a man your age. Or even worse; older.â
Gary gets to his feetâknees clicking and cracking as he does soâand nods. ââSpose thatâs true, kid.â
Joel. Is. So. Fucking. Pissed.
As you say your goodnightsâand put on a few lights so that your dad doesnât trip over his own feetâJoel is mentally counting down the minutes until he gets you alone on this damn patio. Heâs determined to make you regret the few little comments that youâve made tonight.
âDonât stay up too late. Yâknow how cranky âya get with no sleep.â Dad reminds you. âYou too, Miller.â
You hum your response, lifting your empty glass and indicating that youâll be retiring to your room soon, too.
âNight dad.â
âNight, pumpkin.â He turns to Joel. âMake sure she ainât up too late.â
He nods and shifts his gaze to you, eyes darkening. âYessir. Iâll put her to sleep.â
Your father grunts and slides the patio door to close. Leaving his daughter and best friend alone together might be the biggest mistake that heâs ever going to make.
Joel watches him intently behind the glass door, heeding him stumble across the tile. He might be about to rearrange your guts, but he at least wants to be courteous.
Your legs squeeze together, for the only sound you hear is the reverberation of Joelâs Iâll put her to sleep in that sexy, beer-slick tone.
He sees it.
âShe makinâ âya squirm?â
You blink at him. âI beg your pardon?â
âYour pussy.â Joelâas candid as everâelaborates. âIs she flutterinâ âcus âa me?â
The fallout of a chemical bomb would be much more appealing than having to look Joel in the eye after such a lewd statement.
âDonât worry if so. I have that effect on the ladies.â
âMakinâ yourself sound like a slut, Miller.â Coolly, you respond. Your hand is reaching for a can of beer, twining fingertips around the base while another pulls the tab.
Two eyes screw shut when a spritz of alcohol is flushing over your face, neck and chest. Droplets of Bud trickle between those perfect tits that Joelâs eyes have almost burned fucking holes into; forcing even the horniest man on planet earth to render himself utterly speechless.
You trail a finger through the valley of your breasts, collecting the sticky liquid before youâre putting it straight into your mouth; sucking it clean. Your eyes are locked on Joelâs.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
Slowly, he shakes his head. The sight before him is truly one to behold; his friendâs sweet daughter with her fingers between her tits out in the patio. Nobodyâd ever believe him if he told them this. Joel probably wouldnât even fucking believe himself.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât âya?â Is what he says in response. Heâs quick witted, youâll give him that. âMy tongue stuck in your pretty little pussyââ
Heat flashes over you.
âYouâre fucking vile.â
âAinât that the way itâs meantâa be?â He lurches forward, and your eyes travel to the small opening of his shirtâs midsection that highlights perfectly the fact that he hasnât a base layer beneath the flannel.
You see a small patch of hair; brown, and gray and seems a little fuzzy. Itâs a sudden reminder that this man is a smidge too old for you. But you canât find it in yourself to care very much.
âDonât think so.â Trying to out-douche him, you respond. Joelâs thick fingers are twined together, hands resting over the peaks of his knees. âThink youre meantâa have some kinda respect for me. Yâknow, as my dadâs buddy, ân all.â
Joel snorts a laugh.
âIâd have respect for âya, but the way that peachy fuckinâ ass was in the air when âya bent over the cooler tells me that daddyâs âlil girl is more of a slut than me.â
Your jaw rolls. Reaction: gauged.
He inches nearer to you; slimy grin plastered across rough, rugged features. âOnly pullinâ your leg, hon. I know youâre no slut. Too much of a prissy bitchââ
âOh, really?â Irked, you spit.
Joel nods. Pushing at your buttons has never been much of a difficult feat. Itâs something that he quite enjoys, actually.
âMhm, yeah.â The man is leaning backwards in his chair, now. Arms folded behind his head; hands pressed against his dark curls. âGonna have to prove that you ainât like your mama.â
Your blood boils. And then it runs cold.
âDonât gotta prove shit to you.â You defend. Very defensively.
âNo, thatâs right. Donât gotta do nothinâ, kiddo.â
You see the outline of his dick as it stiffens within the confines of his dark, navy-denim jeans. Heâs actually getting off on this.
âUnless you want toââ
âNah, Iâm good.â Youâre leaning back, now, lifting your legs to sit criss cross applesauce. The barely-covering-your-crotch sheer fabric of your thong catches his eye; a glint of something wicked flickers through them as he clears his throat.
If youâre playing the long game, then so is he. He can out-stubborn anybody.
âSo Iâve heard.â He jabs, insinuating that youâre a prude. Again. âCan prove âem all wrong, if âya wanna.â
Itâs killing him, this. Itâs torture. But heâs strong. Ish.
You shake your head, reaching for your almost-empty can of beer. Youâre taking another long pull, making a dramatic show of tilting your head back and puffing out your chest as you do so. His lips purse.
âIâm good.â You tell him again with a syrupy smile. âRather we just talk. Yâknowâbe civilized, ân all.â
His arms are moving to the sides of his deck chair, now. Joelâs tongue runs along his bottom lip. He gives a quick bob of his head.
âYeah, we can talk.â His eyes zone in on your pussy; the engorged wet patch situated on the part of fabric that kind-of clothes your cunt. His mouth waters. âBut whatâll we talk about, baby girl?â
Another surge of pleasure oozes out from between your thighs, turning what was once a purple thong into a jet-black one. Joel doesnât mind, though. The sight is sweet; itâs prurient, in some sick way.
âHm.â You pretend to think, all the while spreading your legs a little bit more. He sees perfectly the outline of your folds as fabric hugs and highlights the inner workings of your beautiful anatomy. âWhy donât we start with what youâre thinkinâ about, Mr. Miller?â
A weakness of his, that is. You referring to him as Mr. Miller has always gotten him hot. Itâs innocent, almost. Itâs like thatâd been engrained into your brain by the god-fearing fruit-loop that brought you up, and you canât quit saying it in these situations.
âOh, doll. Not sure youâll wanna hear what Iâm thinkinâ of.â His tone is rough, now. Like 180 grit sandpaper against the wooden walls inside of your fucking brain. You hum.
Mentally, Joelâs cock is spearing open the tight hole between your legs; making you scream his name. Heâs thrusting his prick up into your cervix while you ride him like heâs the last cowboy on earth, desperate to feel a kind of pleasure that no man your age could ever bestow upon you.
In his head, heâs picturing your crucifix dangling in his face while youâre pleasuring yourself on his length; glistening with sweat, and cum, and Sierra Nevada. Howling at his girth, speechless at the size of him.
He wants nothing more than to wrap a hand around the base of your throat and fuck you into next week; feeling damp walls contract and seize around his cockâ
âNo.â You snap him back to reality; halting his train of thought. âNo, you can tell me. Iâm a big girl, I can take it.â
Oh, Iâm fuckinâ sure she can.
âFine.â He clears his throat. âJust thinkinâ of stufinâ that warm âlil cunt with my big âol cock, âsâall.â
âOh, is that all?â Your tone is teasing.
Joel does not like to be teased.
âIf youâd shut your fuckinâ mouth, Iâd be able to finish.â
In a moment of pure, unapologetic submission, you nod. The skin of your bottom lip is getting fucking gnawed at by your teeth in an attempt to conceal a moan.
It works. Kind of.
âWhat was I sayinââŠâ He strives to recall his last few words; and then he remembers. âOh, yeah. Stretchinâ out that cute pussy âa yours.â
That cute pussy âa yours, is twitching. Fuck that, itâs pulsating.
âAnd youâre so sure of that? You being able to stretch me out, I mean.â
âDead sure, angel face.â He quips. âI know for a damn fact that youâd be havinâ trouble takinâ my fat cock all in one go; be cryinâ for everyone to hear.â
Through long, thick lashes, you stare at him.
âYouâd be seeinâ stars; and not just the ones above us right now.â
You look up to the sky and hope to alleviate some of the mental pain being bestowed upon you right now. Which is entirely your own doing, of course.
Joel shifts in his seat so that heâs a little bit more sunken, able to heed clearly the sickly sweetness blanketing the chair youâre on.
âIâll eat your pussy, too.â
Your attention is snapped back down to Joel, now. Your brows raise.
âSuck your soul right out from between your legs.â
âOh, Joel.â You moan, a little. He lets his eyes shut for a brief moment, only to open them again to find you taking off your panties.
Itâs like Christmas fucking day, this.
âIâd love for you to take me right here; fill me up on one âa the sunloungers.â Youâre getting off your chair, and Joelâs heart is starting to pound within the chasms of his chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Youâre walking toward him; thong in hand. Fingers wreathed through soaked purple cotton.
âCanât think of anything thatâll bring me more pleasure than you fuckinâ me âtil Iâm crying. Or gasping for air.â
âYou ân me both, beautiful.â
You smile. You give Joel your underwear, before youâre running your fingers through his hair and heâs letting a hand glide up the meat of your thigh and beneath your skirt.
âJust a shame, ainât it.â
âWhatâs a shame, sugar?â
The feeling of his fingertipsâcalloused and covered in rough skinâis almost orgasmic. But youâre stronger than what he is. So you pull yourself away from his hold, and begin to feel an unwavering sense of need. You shirk it, though.
Youâre leaning into him now, breasts pressed against his shoulder, lips touching the shell of his ear. Goosebumps prickle over his neck and you assume that theyâre making their way down south, too.
âHuh?â He says to get your attention, for you still havenât answered. âWhatâs a shame?â
Fingertips trace over broad shoulders enveloped in soft, warm flannel. Youâre leaning closer; hot breath on his skin. Your lips part to whisper:
âIf daddy ever found out about this, heâd kill âya.â
âBabyââ
Youâre taking the panties from his hand, and tucking them into the breast pocket of his shirt. Fighting a blushâfeeling very proud of yourselfâyour face remains straight.
You tap at his chest and walk away, but not before throwing a ânight, Millerâ over your shoulder.
Joel looks down at the ground, presently wallowing in some sort of self-pity. But then remembers the visible effect that his words hadâand the way he looked atâyou, and he canât fight the stupid fucking grin pushing its way onto his face.
He mightâve just experienced blue-balls at his big age, but to see you submit to his gaze was absolutely worth it.
He just hopes youâll never tell a soul about his dirty-talk. He has a reputation to uphold, these days.
#please donât look at me. iâm ovulating#dbf!joel#dads best friend joel miller x reader#dbf!joel miller#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x reader smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#tlou x f!reader#tlou x female reader#tlou x you#tlou x reader#tlou smut#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#joel tlou#tlou hbo
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helloooo
Iâve recently gotten into call of duty and I make a humble request đș
could I have a ghost x afab!reader whoâs usually innocent and stuff, but tries to seduce him or something? Take your time!! I love your work
I donât think Iâm ever gonna get used to people saying they love my writing đ„č
His squadmates check up on him occasionallyâespecially Soap, nosey as he is. For everything that they've gone through together they practically know nothing about Simon, and he likes it this way. Not to say that he doesn't trust them, but because Simon's a solitary creature, nothing more. However, it's surprising to the entire team when he off-handedly mentions that he's picked up a new hobby recentlyâbird-watching.
Immediately questions are fired off, but much to everyone's annoyance Simon only smiles as he takes another swig of beer. They almost suspect him of lying; he's not. His favorite past-time is making his way to his local hauntâ9:00 pm sharp, every Fridayâall to watch the pretty little bird behind the bar. He hasnât missed a day, a regular customer every week for the past three months.
He likes the atmosphere, he likes how no one seems to ask questions about the 6â4 beast that orders his whiskey neat and sits alone in the cornerâeven more than that, he likes how you greet him with a smile every time he walks through the door.
Adorable really, how you fly about the bar, chirping out orders at the speed of light. More than once heâs had the opportunity to talk to you, and more than once have you averted your eyes from him, made yourself busy in hopes that you could hide the obvious attraction written on your face.
It never works, but he likes that about you.
He likes how you stumble over your words, how you meekly offer him a refill once his glass is empty, how your face lights up when he purposely lets his fingers touch your own when you set down a new glass. It's easy to let his mind wander knowing how easily riled up you are, and let it wander he does. Sensitive little birdy, he thinks to himself. Wonder how you'd react if his fingers were stroking your clit instead.
His pretty little birdie, shy little thing you are. So shy that you canât bring yourself to express your little crush with words, but itâs alrightâhe knowsâand he's willing to play this game for as long as you want it to go on. He's a patient man. It's February now, and it seems as if you're ready for this game to end. Among the red streamers and paper hearts that decorate the bar is you, and the cute red set you're so excited to show him. "I got the boss to sign off on it, see?" You ramble excitedly, stepping away for a single moment to show off your low-cut top and jeans to match. "Isn't it so cute?" He's the only one that gets this special treatment, the sight of you doing a 360 almost enough to make him reach across the bar. "Mhm," he agrees, far too engrossed in the shape of your ass than the color of your outfit. "Y'look amazing birdie." You bow your head in embarrassment at the nickname, unable to see how Simon's lips curl upward in response. "How am I supposed to react when you say things like that..." "It's a compliment. I don't say shit I don't mean." Again, you feel your face heat up at the implication, surprising yourself with a sudden burst of confidence. "You really mean that, don't you?" "I do. You think I don't?" "I think you're a flirt," you reply, the timbre of his voice sending shivers up your spine when he answersâ "I'd be more than happy to prove just how honest I am, birdie." The look he sends you is nothing short of a promise, eyes boring into your own as he takes a sip. He knows, and you're willing to guess that he's known for a while based how how quick he is to laugh at your befuddled expression. "That'sâI meanâ" He sets his glass down slowly, tilting his head towards you. "Am I reading something wrong here?" You stumble over your words, barely muttering out a meek little "no" under your breath as he leans in close, enough to smell the liquor on his breath. "So, if I ain't wrong, feel free to meet me in the back after closing. I'd hate for you to think I'm a liar." Hours later, he found the answer to the question of how you'd react with his fingers against your clitâturns out you're even more sensitive than he imagined.
#robo writes#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley smut#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost smut#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#this kinda strayed from the theme a bit sowwy :3
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The Family Omega
batfam x gn! reader imagine
Tw for grooming, sexual coercion, incest, some underage (Damian is 14 and not included in the sexual stuff but Tim and Reader are both 17)
Being a family full of alphas and betas is tough, especially during rut season. While Alfred and Dick did their best to help mediate any fights, the whole family was hoping Damian would be an omega despite the boy's feisty nature. Unfortunately for everyone, Damian woke up on his 14th birthday snarling and acting territorial over his room.
That's where you come in. Maybe you're a friend of Damian's from school, or you work as an intern for WE. Either way, you've piqued the family's interest, and they're desperate enough to make you theirs.
It would start off small, like offering to let you stay the night after a fight with your parents or lending you a jacket covered in one of the alphas' scents. You probably won't even notice how close you've gotten with the family until it's too late. All it takes is one spiked drink or drugged meal for you to go into an early heat.
Bruce would be first as the head of the family. If you try to struggle or protest, he'll simply coo at how cute you are before fucking you mercilessly until he knots your needy hole.
Dick would be next, eagerly eating you out and tasting his father's cum still dripping out of your hole. As a beta, Dick doesn't feel the overwhelming urge to mate with you, so he focuses on making you cum as many times as he can until your omega brain is turned to mush (though he'll definitely fuck you later).
Duke will get his turn after just coming off of patrol. He'll lazily thrust into you until he knots, whispering praises all the while.
Youll get a small break with Damian as the younger alpha will be more focused on scenting you and making sure your nest is up to his standards. You'll get some water and your favorite food from Alfred before it's back to being bred.
Jason is probably the most rough out of all the batboys, but he doesn't mean to be. He just loves the feeling of you so much that he can't help but lose control a little. He'd definitely have some sort of mommy/daddy kink. Will suck on your nipples while he waits for his knot to go down.
Finally, Tim. Tim is either really fucking energetic or a bit more tired and subdued like Duke depending on how much sleep he's had. If he's bored from working on a case or as ceo, he'll get all his energy out on you. If he's tired from patrol or staying up, he's more relaxed, maybe even making you ride him. I also think he rambles during sex, maybe about how good you feel or maybe just whatever hyperfixation he has at the moment.
(Omg that was a doozy. First time writing on tumblr btw! Feel free to leave requests if you want more or constructive criticism in my asks!)
#yandere batfam#yandere batfam x reader#batman x reader#batfam#yandere tim drake#yandere damian wayne#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere duke thomas#one shot#reader insert#smut#gn reader
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Couple Questions
You and Logan answer some cute couple questions!
professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, your an english professor, logan is a history professor
read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here
a/n: not the usual update but I saw some couple questions on pinterest and thought you know whatâŠim gonna do this because itâs cute. i may or may not also have headcanons for them lol.
What were your first impressions of each other?
You : grinning "I thought he was rude. He barely said hello when I first arrived at the mansion, just mumbled something and walked away like I wasnât worth his time."
Logan : smirking "To be fair, I had a lot on my mind."
You : "But then I caught him staring at me in the library one day, and I thought, âHuh, maybe heâs not as grumpy as he looks.â Turns out I was wrongâheâs grumpier.â teasingly nudges him
Logan : chuckling "You done? âCause my first impression was that you talked too much."
You : mock gasp "Excuse me?!"
Logan : shrugging "But you had this fire about you. Didnât take crap from anyone. Thought that was⊠different." pauses, his voice softening "And your laugh. First time I heard it, I couldnât get it outta my head."
Describe the moment each of you knew you had feelings for each other.
You : thoughtful smile "I think it was when Jean told me Logan liked me. It just⊠clicked. All the banter, the little glances, the way heâd hover nearby even though he pretended not to careâit all made sense. Once I realized it, it was like⊠yeah, I like him too. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time."
Logan : scratching the back of his neck, pretending to look annoyed "Sheâs makinâ me sound soft already."
You : "You are soft."
Logan : ignoring her "For me, it was probably when I realized she wasnât offended by my attitude. Thatâs when I knew she wasnât just anyone. She was my someone."
Did either of you fight your feelings, or was it easy to accept?
You : snorting "Oh, we both fought it. He avoided me a lot of the time. I overthought everything âdoes he like me? What if Iâm imagining it? What if I ruin our friendship?"
Logan : dryly "You do think too much. Me? I didnât avoid you."
You : glaring playfully "You literally avoided the library for two weeks, and thatâs your favorite place!"
Logan : grinning faintly "Alright, fine. Maybe I fought it a little. Was scared Iâd mess things up. Didnât think someone like you would want someone like me."
You : softly, brushing his hand "Youâre an idiot for thinking that, but youâre my idiot."
When was the first time you said âI love youâ? What prompted it?
You : "It was after a nightmare. Logan woke up in a cold sweat, muttering apologies for scaring me. But he hadnât scared meâI just wanted to comfort him. And in the middle of me rambling about how it was okay, it just came out: âI love you.â"
Logan : quietly "Didnât think Iâd ever hear those words from someone. But when she said it, I couldnât stop myself. Told her I loved her right back."
You : smiling softly "And then you called me a âdamn foolâ for putting up with you."
Logan : shrugging "I stand by it."
Who is the big spoon, who is the little spoon?
You : "Oh, Loganâs the big spoon, obviously. But sometimes Iâll be the big spoon when heâs had a rough day. He pretends to hate it, but I know he secretly likes it."
Logan : grumbling "I donât need a damn cocoon, sweetheart."
You : grinning "But you still let me."
Whatâs your favorite quality about each other?
You : "Loganâs loyalty. Heâll protect the people he loves with everything he has, even when he doesnât think he deserves to be loved back."
Logan : looking at her, his voice softer "Her heart. Sheâs got this way of makinâ everyone feel like they matter. Like theyâre worth somethinâ. Thatâs rare."
You : teasingly "Stop, youâre gonna make me cry."
Logan : smirking "Good. Payback for all the times you make me feel stuff."
Who is the messiest?
You : raising her hand immediately "Me. Absolutely me."
Logan : snorting "Finally, somethinâ we agree on."
You : "Hey, at least I know where everything is in my mess. Your âorganizedâ piles confuse me."
Logan : "It ainât hard, darlinâ. One pileâs for weapons, the otherâs for books. Whatâs so confusinâ?"
Who sings in the shower?
You : grinning mischievously "Logan does. And he doesnât even realize it half the time. Itâs adorable."
Logan : deadpan "I donât sing in the shower."
You : "Oh, so the other day when I walked by and heard you mumbling âSweet Carolineâ under your breath, that wasnât you?"
Logan : grumbling "I was humminâ it. Thereâs a difference."
You : sarcastically "Sure, tough guy. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Who likes horror movies? Who likes romance movies?
You : grinning "Logan likes horror movies, obviously. Heâll sit there, all serious, like nothing phases him. But I swear I caught him flinch once during The Exorcist ."
Logan : gruffly "Did not."
You : "You did. Anyway, I like romance movies. Logan pretends to hate them, but he always ends up watching them with me."
Logan : smirking "Thatâs âcause I know youâll cry, and I gotta be ready to hand you tissues."
You : rolling her eyes "And yet, who was tearing up during The Notebook last week? Hmm?"
Logan : groaning "Alright, fine. I might like some of âem. But donât go tellinâ anyone."
You : "Oh, your secretâs safe with me. But Iâll totally remind you next time we watch Pride and Prejudice ."
Logan : grinning, pulling her closer "Youâre somethinâ else, sweetheart."
Whatâs your favorite memory of us?
You:thoughtfully smiling âThatâs hard to pick. But⊠I think it was when you planned that romantic getaway for my birthdayâyou bought me that dress. Or when you wrote that for me poem and gave it to me for Christmas.â
Logan:grinning faintly âYou mean the one where you cried âcause I wrote you that little poem in the book?â
You:mock gasping âYou wrote me a poem , Logan. Of course, I cried! I still have that dress, by the way.â
Logan:chuckling, his voice softer now âThat was a good one. But for me? I think itâs our wedding. Just you, me, and those vows I wrote on a scrap of paper. You called me an idiot for cryinâ halfway through.â
You:sniffing dramatically âAnd Iâll call you an idiot for it again, but only because you cried first. You set me off.â
Logan:smirking âYou werenât even gonna cry âtil I pulled out that damn lucky pen you gave me.â
You:âWell, yeah, itâs our lucky pen, Logan! What did you expect?â
Hugs or kisses?
You:grinning slyly âKisses. Definitely kisses.â
Logan:raising an eyebrow âReally? Iâd say hugs.â
You:blinking in mock surprise âLogan Howlett likes hugs? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?â
Logan:shrugging, smirking a little âWhat can I say? Thereâs somethinâ about you wrappinâ yourself around me that just feels right.â
You:melting a little before recovering quickly âOkay, you win that one. But kisses still come with extra perks.â
Logan:grinning wickedly âOh, I know.â
Who finds it harder to admit theyâre wrong?
You:âOh, Logan. 100% Logan.â
Logan:gruffly âWhat? Thatâs not true.â
You:glaring playfully âLogan, you once argued with me for three hours about the best way to cook eggsâonly to realize you were wrong and never admit it.â
Logan:grumbling âThatâs âcause your way still doesnât make sense.â
You:crossing her arms âOh, it makes perfect sense, tough guy. Youâre just stubborn.â
Logan:grinning faintly âAlright, fine. Maybe I donât like beinâ wrong.â
You:âMaybe?!â
Whoâs the boss in the marriage?
You:smirking, pointing to herself âObviously me.â
Logan:laughing softly âYeah, you think so, huh?â
You:âLogan, who does the meal planning? The laundry schedules? Who makes sure you actually remember birthdays and anniversaries?â
Logan:grinning âAlright, you. But who fixes stuff when it breaks? Who makes sure no one bothers you when youâre havinâ a bad day? Who makes the coffee in the morninâ exactly how you like it?â
You:softening, smiling sweetly âAlright, fine. Weâre both the boss in different ways. But letâs be honestâwhen it comes to arguments, you fold first.â
Logan:mock scowling âOnly âcause you give me those damn eyes. Ainât fair.â
Who has the best jokes?
You:grinning smugly âMe. Hands down.â
Logan:snorting âYeah, okay. But only âcause your jokes are so bad, theyâre funny.â
You:âExcuse me?!â
Logan:grinning âSweetheart, half your jokes are puns. Donât get me wrong, I love seeinâ you crack yourself up, but best jokes? Nah.â
You:frowning in mock offense âFine, then letâs hear one of your so-called âgoodâ jokes.â
Logan:deadpan âWhyâd the history book break up with the science book? No chemistry.â
You:blinking, then laughing despite herself âOkay, that was actually pretty good. Damn it.â
Who is grumpier?
You:âOh, Logan. No contest.â
Logan:shrugging, unbothered âYeah, probably.â
You:giggling âYouâre basically a walking thundercloud until youâve had your coffee. And even then, youâve got about an hour before you start growling at people.â
Logan:smirking âThatâs true, but youâre no ray of sunshine when youâre hungry.â
Who gets angry when theyâre hungry?
You:immediately âOkay, fine. Thatâs me. But in my defense, you always know when to feed me before I get too hangry.â
Logan:chuckling âDamn right I do. Learned that the hard way on one of our first dates.â
You:giggling âOh, you mean the time you forgot to feed me after making me hike five miles, and I almost bit your head off?â
Logan:grinning âYup. You didnât even wait for the food to hit the table before tearinâ into me. Thought I was gonna lose a hand.â
You:grinning sheepishly âHey, at least you didnât run for the hills.â
Logan:softly, leaning closer âNah, sweetheart. Iâd take your hangry self over anyone else any day.â
#logan howlett#wolverine#fluff#x men logan#x men wolverine#james logan howlett#marvel#hugh jackman#professor logan#professor logan howlett#x men movies#days of future past#professor reader#logan howlett fluff
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Can I ask from this ask game for BingYuan (all of the questions)? Thanks đ§
https://www.tumblr.com/comingfromastatechampionasshole/119898100247?source=share
Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you
1. Which one is the better cook
Binghe 100%. Shen Yuan was a spoiled rich kid and after Binghe fell into the abyss he just stopped eating... there's no way he knows how to toast bread
2. What their love letters look like
Love letters imply they're ever far enough to need to send each other letters... at most they'll be long texts Binghe sends rambling about how much he wuvs his hubby and would rather be at home than his stupid job as King đ and Shen Yuan blushes and replies "Focus on work Binghe..." Then he waits for Binghe to get home and whine that sy was so cold to him so he can apologize with smooches
3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope
I mean . We know how this goes. Corpse cuddles and trying to raise the dead
4.What they do on date night
Since Binghe is a hopeless romantic who never thought anyone would love him, I think he'd want to do stereotypically romantic and basic dates. They go to an ice rink and hold hands while they skate and he's vibrating with joy because he's living out his hallmark fantasies. Shen Yuan indulges him sooo much.. too much. He got a cold but it was worth it seeing Binghe's happy face
5. How many kids they'll have
I'm gonna say... two. One is through breeding kink gone too far, second is them seeing an orphan boy who reminds them so much of Binghe as a child and deciding they have to adopt him immediately
6. How they decorated their bedroom
Elegant and slightly minimalist. Shen Yuan has all his merch hidden away in his childhood bedroom at his parents house because he's thin faced... they stay over one night and Shen Yuan completely forgets his old room is a haven of his weeb shit and is mortified when Binghe sees his limited edition poster of a hunky male character naked holding a sword.
7 Which one is the worse driver
Shen Yuan by far... same reason as his cooking, he probably had a driver take him everywhere until Binghe showed up
8. What they argue about
9. Which one swears more
Shen Yuan by a landslide. Binghe is a very intelligent and well read man and while the same holds true for Shen Yuan, if he goes 2 minutes without calling Airplane a dumfuck authour it's worrying
10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other
Theyll watch anything together, even stuff they dont like so Binghe can listen to him rant about how much it sucks. Shen Yuan hides PIDW and all his other porn-for-plot interests but Binghe knows about them.
11. What their first impression was of each other
Shen Yuan impression of Binghe: beautiful and strong man
Bingheâs first impression of Shen Yuan: beautiful and kind man
(This never changes)
12. What they do for their anniversary
Regrets of Chunshan role-playing baby!!
13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays
Hmm. I'm gonna have to say both. Binghe cooks a feast and Shen Yuan dotes on him and fulfills any wish Binghe has.
14. What nicknames they call each other
Binghe: yuan-gege or laoshi
Shen Yuan: Bingmei (in his head only, he's too embarrassed to say it)
15. What they would change about each
If you ask them, Shen Yuan would say Binghe should have a smaller pillar... this is a lie. He can't go back to normal after getting used to Binghe stretching him so wide
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the main reasons why i ship coai
to me, coai/ shinshi is just the healthier ship, filled with trust, understanding, and mutual interests. it's also the one ship i can see lasting long term in the real world.
they are partners/ solve cases together: Ai likes when he rambles his deductions calling him a "sparrow" (file 713 & 714), though she isn't afraid to ask him for clarification if his explanations get too convoluted. He doesn't really need to help her understand the case, she can figure it out on her own most of the time (file 466-469) nor does she give up before she puts any effort into solving the problem first (file 548, 713). She actively contributes to his deductions and he always asks her if she has any ideas (file 287, 525, 729). she can stay calm under investigations (file 729) and come up with plans to protect the DB if conan can't be there (file 817).
they help each other's overcome their weaknesses/ fears: her trust-issues & self-blaming tendencies (file 189-191, 344-346), his impatience & impulsivity (file 429, 475). they put each other at ease when it comes to being paranoid about BO members in public (file 287, 289, 359, 775, 1006). As for the lies regarding the BO between the two, shinichi said it best in file 341: "[Haibara's] not as tough as she looks." They protect each other because if haibara tells conan about the BO he'll be impulsive/ wanting to attack them immeadiately and if conan tells haibara BO stuff before he resolved it, her trust issues would go on overdrive.
they accept each other imperfections: they tease each other about being adults in a kid's body (file 724), shiho's age, his lack of tact, his tone-deafnesses, his relationship with ran, her fangirling higo, her aloofness/ sarcasm, etc. she loves being able to challenge him intellectually such as telling him to guess her favorite song and the code in file 491, while he's always up for the challenge (file 200) since she knows that shinichi likes puzzles.
he always notices and likes when she smiles (file 275, 292).
shinichi is protective of her and she's protective of him (file 238- 242, 346, 429, 624, 824, 1070) but not in a possesive way. he promised to always protect her and he kept it.
shinichi always knows when shiho looks like she's going to run away. he always hopes that she doesn't but he always runs after her anyways just to make sure (file 289, 346, 437, 817).
he defends her family when other people make negative comments about them (file 425, 1072).
they share interests other than the BO (soccer, pop culture, animals, music, history, etc.).
their relationship has boundaries: haibara respects shinichi's feelings for ran / navigates her jealousy rather gracefully (file 313, 999,1000). conan doesn't probe further about her past with gin when she doesn't want to answer (file 242). they keep each other in check (file 242, 515, 1091). they never force each other to reveal secrets they're not ready to share (file 341).
they rescue each other even though they can rescue themselves without each other (file 755,817). she can guess where he'll be/ gives him a spare antidote (file 654) and he always has a plan to get her to safety (file 429, 824). haibara can predict conan's behavior and vice versa (file 289, 430).
side note: it's canon that ran ships coai (file 876), which is hilarious because ai ships shinran (mainly out of denial/ love bc she wants shinichi to be happy/ ran looks like her sister so she wants her to be happy, but this is a whole seperate discussion). also the DB always noticed a vibe between coai, especially ayumi and Mitsuhiko.
for those interested, there's a parallel to shinran: in file 887, haibara ai guessed conan's phone passcode correctly on the first try. whereas it took ran in file 483 multiple tries just to get it correctly. in non-canon movie 16th, conan saw ran's underwear and said 'white' out loud, in canon file 714, he saw haibara's underwear and also said 'white' out loud and he got defensive when she called him a pervert.
#coai#shinshi#i only put canon/ manga material here on purpose#there's so many more chapters but these were the first ones that came to mind#ai haibara#haibara ai#kudo shinichi#shinichi kudo#conan edogawa#shiho miyano
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Jayvik and time paradoxes
I can't stop thinking about Jayce/Viktor. They're driving me insane, absolutely INSANE. Because everything about them is a time paradox??
This is pretty rambly, I'm just trying to get my thoughts down in my attempt to stop going crazy over them and also just figure out what the heck happened because I'm still kind of confused about some stuff, also I am not very familiar with game lore, mainly just the show.
They circle each other and are so intrinsically linked in so many ways, being both cause and effect to each other's fates. Starting at a random point that ends up circling all the way back:
Jayce and Viktor invent Hextech
Jayce gets drawn into politics as a result, away from Viktor
Viktor gets desperate, experiments with hextech on himself, with Consequences (Sky)
Viktor asks Jayce to destroy hextech
Jayce, unable to let Viktor die after Jinx's attack, fuses him with it instead
This leads to Machine Herald viktor, but not quite; like Pre-herald I guess? Where Viktor still retains some humanity
Jayce gets told by alternate Viktor to stop him from becoming the Herald
In his attempt to do so, he kind of causes/hastens it instead?! (more thoughts on this below*)
alternate Herald Viktor regrets everything and saves baby Jayce/gives him the runestone**
Jayce grows up wanting to research magic thanks to mage Viktor, and cue s1 events that end up circling back to the first point**
*I can't stop thinking about how kind and gentle Viktor seemed when he was trying to help Vander. It really seemed like he was on a path to using his new powers for good, without any sinister effects (though maybe I missed some hints, need to rewatch). It wasn't until after Jayce blew his heart to smithereens that he seemed to start on that path of deeming emotions and humanity unnecessary, solidified when Jayce rejected him to join him as partners again.
**Still trying to wrap my brain around these last two. The existence of alternate Herald Viktor that brings our Jayce to his destroyed world in order to ask him to stop our Viktor - does this imply that Viktor would have still become Machine Herald even if Jayce hadn't tried to kill him? Was it an inevitable thing? Or is this still more time paradox shenanigans, where Viktor asking Jayce to stop/kill his younger self, is both the cause and effect of Herald Viktor? And yet another paradox, Viktor inspired baby Jayce to research magic and ultimately invent Hextech, which is what was needed for Machine Herald Viktor to come to pass. So it seems like there are actually 2 paradoxes related to the creation of Herald Viktor/apocalypse post Viktor's revolution.
These time paradoxes defining their existences makes me think they weren't supposed to exist. Or at least, the ways they so significantly affected the world, weren't supposed to come to pass; Hextech, Viktor's Revolution, apocalypse. So while their ending breaks my heart into a million pieces, it makes a lot of sense. In order to cancel out what they'd do to the world (or just Piltover? this is another point I'm curious about, did viktor's revolution affect ALL of humanity?), they had to erase themselves from existence. It's so. romantic and tragic, but not really on both those counts? Like somehow deeper, too deep, to put such simple labels on. Honestly I don't even really know how to describe what their story makes me feel.
Bit of a tangent, but one interesting anomaly is the alt timeline Ekko was in. So Jinx would always be an important factor in Jayvik's fates since her attack almost killing Victor is the catalyst for a lot of things. Mage Victor says Jayce is the one thing across all timelines that could stop him, implying there are MANY timelines where Herald Viktor comes to be. Which thus means in all those timelines, Jinx is the unstable mess we know and love, the one who would attack the council. So that makes it interesting (and kinda gutting because its like Jinx is destined to suffer in most timelines) that Ekko's alt timeline was most likely rare in its stability, where despite Vi being gone, Powder is relatively happy and the world (Piltover/Zaun) is quite peaceful.
This is a seemingly random segueway, but Jayvik very strongly reminded me of the german show Dark. (WARNING FOLLOWING IS MAJOR SPOILER FOR THAT SHOW)
A completely different genre and story, but both are about two people whose destinies are so linked together throughout time and alternate universes, but weren't supposed to exist. And they could only save the world, allow it to go on untouched from the devastating effects they would have on it, by taking themselves out of the equation.
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A Gift In The Making
Chapter 1 - Decorating In November
Summary : Logan has a problem. What the fuck does he get Wade for Christmas?
(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3.)
(Okay, so I'm pretty excited about this little fic! Hopefully everyone enjoys it! Not sure when the next chapter will be out, but I know the last one will be out on Christmas Day! Anyway, enjoy, and link to the A03 version in is in the title!)
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Logan had left Wade in bed at roughly 9am, getting up to let Mary Puppins out to pee and by the time he got back, Logan was met with Wade decorating the apartment for Christmas. In November.
They had moved in a week ago- had all their belongings still in boxes- but apparently he had found the Christmas stuff.
Music was playing softly in the background as Wade stood in the corner of the living room, hanging ornaments on a tall pine tree (that he really hoped was plastic), humming along to the whatever festive song was playing.
"You uh...you know it's not even December yet, right princess?" He asked as he stepped inside and closed the door, placing Mary down on the floor, watching as she ran over to Wade's feet.
"Peanut! Your back! And yes, I know it isnât December yet, but who doesn't love the festive spirit? Plus, this is your first Christmas here, and our first Christmas together, so I wanted to get a head start on it! Also, I may have seen a tiktok where someone put their decorations up and I instantly needed to put our tree up." Wade rambled, kneeling down to pet Mary's head, then standing back up and walking over to Logan with a huge smile on his face.
And okay, initially he was thinking of telling Wade to take it down for atleast a few more weeks, but he looks so happy that he couldn't bring himself to do so. "Well- it looks good. I like the tinsel." He comment, kissing Wade briefly on the lips before heading into the kitchen and grabbing a soda from the fridge.
He had been sober for a good 4 months now, and Logan wasn't planning on breaking that anytime soon. Wade made it easier, helped when he had a rough day, and they kept alot of soda in the fridge so he could have something in a can. It helped, having something familiar.
"You know, you've never mentioned anything about celebrating holidays. You better celebrate Christmas- if you don't because of religious reasons or whatever, fine- but I'm keeping my decorations up. It took me years to collect all of them!" Wade's voice brought him away from his thoughts, opening the can with a small chuckle, looking up at the other.
"I'm not religious. I don't think I could be living with you- I'd be going to hell if I was." He joked, sipping on his soda before leaning against the counter behind him. "Anyway, I do like Christmas. Just- haven't celebrated in awhile. That's all. Never really had anyone to celebrate with after....everything." Logan added on quietly, looking away.
It was still hard to talk about- his X-Men and what happened to them- but he was getting better. He didn't have a panic attack when people mentioned them now, and he could bring them up himself without feeling sick, which he thought was progress.
Christmas had always been a big deal in the mansion. Mostly for the kids- the ones who didn't have anywhere else to go. The team always made sure that they got to have a christmas like any other kid- getting them each a few presents that they wanted- and showed them that they always had a family here. No matter what.
Logan had never thought about celebrating Christmas after they died, or any other event for that matter. Birthdays, Halloween, Christmas- they had all been such happy funfilled events with the whole school that they left a bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thought of them.
But here he was, a new family and a new home, people to celebrate with. It had been strange, having people to do that with.
They celebrated everything together. Birthdays, Halloween, and anything else that gave them a reason to all gather at Wade's place and eat pizza. Why wouldn't Christmas be the same?
"Well....we don't have to celebrate. If you don't want too- I don't mind. I can deal with it like the big boy I am- but I do expect you to watch some 90 Day Fiance with me as thanks to my understanding." Wade teased, hoping to lighten the mood as he moved to stand infront of Logan, gently wrapping his arms around the others neck.
Logan smiled alittle, looking back towards Wade's eyes, and placing his free hand on his waist. "No- we can celebrate. Just haven't in awhile, that's all. Makes me remeber celebrating with the team...but, I will be very happy to spend Christmas with you and your friends." He said softly, kissing Wade with a smile, slowly pulling away after a second. "Plus, you seem very excited.....and I really don't want to watch that crap again." Logan added, a smirk on his face.
"They are OUR friends Peanut. And yeah- it's always been my favourite holiday. Ever since I was a kid. It was the one day I got a break from my asshole dad, because my family would come over and he couldn't yell at me with guests there. Anyway- away from the angsty headcannons the author clearly wants to insert- do you wanna help me put the rest of the lights on the tree?" Wade asked with a kiss to Logan's cheek, moving away and towards the living room again. "Also, that show is hilarious and you should love it!"
For the rest of November, they would cuddle on the couch under the Christmas tree lights, watching reruns of Golden Girls on the TV that was surrounded by small decorations.
And as Christmas got closer and closer (and by closer and closer, Logan means 3 weeks away), Wade got to planning the big day itself, running everything past Logan as he did.
"So, Laura said she wants to come over Christmas Eve and stay the night- which I'm all for! I'm thinking we can watch movies and eat cookies and it'll be awesome!" "Do you think Al would like a new TV for Christmas?" "We need to get Mary Puppins an ugly Christmas sweater Peanut!"
It seemed never ending, but Logan could see how much this all meant to Wade, so Logan agreed with whatever his partner wanted. He didn't mind what they did, as long as their family were over. Plus, he was alittle distracted with something himself.
He didn't know what to get Wade. At all.
Logan had already gotten everyone else presents (Wade had dragged him to the mall the second week of November), with most of them being from Wade and Logan as joint gifts, but Wade was different. Wade needed something special.
This was their first Christmas together and Wade had done so much for him over this past 10 months, letting him move in with him and teaching him to love again- so Logan wanted (needed) to find a gift that showed how much he cared for him. How much he appreciated everything Wade had done.
And you'd think, well Wade likes so many things, shouldn't that be easy? And the answer would be no. No it wasn't.
Half of the things Wade liked were either kids shows, or weapons, and Logan really wasn't sure how he could get a meaningful gift that involved both bluey and a pistol.
Thankfully, after another week if thinking, he got an idea.
#deadpool and wolverine#wade wilson#poolverine#deadpool 3#deadclaws#deadpool#logan howlett#wade x logan#logan#wade winston wilson#christmas#deadpool fanfiction#wade wilson fanfic#fanfiction#poolverine fanfiction#my fanfiction
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I have bothered my friends about this enough so now I'm posting my ramblings to tumblr so i don't annoy anyone. This is primarily about being disabled.
I love Viktor so much. I love seeing disability rep in media, especially the way they talk about Viktor within arcane. I will phrase this in the most vague way I can - at the end of season two when Jayce talks to Viktor about it I wanted to implode. I would kill for someone to say that to me. I relate to him on an insane level. Starting off with something i find amusing and unrelated to disability - my eyes are actually fairly similar in color to his. One of my friends called them dark honey one time which i think is really cute. Now onto the disability part - I am physically disabled (I have hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome) and often walk with a limp due to pain and have to use braces a lot. While I am dealing with my flare ups reading fics from Viktors pov is really therapeutic because they make me feel like I am not alone in my pain. They help to distract me from the pain too. Something within the fics--the ones that have his pain as a central element--that i love is how much the other characters (namely jayce) care about him and just see him. People who aren't disabled probably don't know how hard it is to ask for the help you need it during flares for fear of being a burden or being weak. When people just offer help, even with small things like getting a blanket or making a cup of tea, it truly means the world. I have been in a flare for three days and have been virtually on my own with it because I don't live with people i like much or even care to know that well and cant really physically leave once the flare is active. I have been living off of crackers, cheese, and cereal because I cant make myself food which sucks. I am lucky i had put my mini fridge next to my bed so i don't have to walk to get ice packs or cheese. I just read Viktor fics (jayvik to be more specific because season two is ouchy) and listen to the same song on loop for hours (the song is Fantastic - Cait and Vis song) just wishing I had someone to care for me like what I am reading. I read one where Jayce makes Viktor his favorite soup and brings it to him and that's exactly what i wish I had right now. I love living vicariously through the fics but god would it be nice to have this stuff irl. Anyways, my legs feel like they are being pulled apart, one muscle/tendon/bone at a time, so I am going to keep reading fics until I have to hobble to a friendsgiving. If y'all have any fic recs please let me know.
#viktor arcane#jayvik#jayce talis#ao3#fanfic#arcane fanfic#jayvik fanfic#arcane act three#arcane act 2#arcane act one#disabled problems#disabled#disability#hypermobile ehlers danlos#chronic pain#flare up#disability representation#arcane#my body hates me
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Hi mootie, I really like your headcanon posts, do you have any headcanons for Sweden and iceland? (áŽ_ áŽă)
Hi mootie đ„ș
Iâm so glad you like the headcanon posts, I love writing them! Now I absolutely adore Iceland and Swedenâs relationship and find it very wholesome. Like previous posts, Iâm gonna preface how I view the relationship before delving into headcanons.
I feel like Sweden is the Nordic that Iceland feels the most comfortable around. Not saying heâs uncomfortable around the rest of the Nordics but their tendency to be nosy definitely makes Iceland uneasy sometimes. In fact, when the rest of the Nordics get like this the first person Iceland turns to is Sweden or the first person who goes, âhey if he doesnât wanna, then he doesnât have toâ is Sweden.
Iceland respects Sweden a lot and he finds comfort in him being the most level-headed Nordic. Sweden also has this dad energy, a lot of the fandom has picked up on this. I donât think that Iceland views Sweden in a parental light, however I do think he gravitates towards Sweden because of it. Sweden has this stability about him that Iceland honestly didnât have for the majority of his life. It makes sense that heâd gravitate towards that .
I definitely believe that Iceland confides in Sweden about stuff he feels he canât tell the rest of the Nordics. I feel like Iceland really respects the natural maturity Sweden shows because Iceland himself is trying to be seen as more mature. Iceland wants to be taken seriously and Sweden takes Iceland seriously. Norway has stated that he still views Iceland as a child, which is something Iceland desperately doesnât want to be treated as.
Iâm gonna get more into it in my historical Iceland ramble, but Iceland didnât actually know Finland and Sweden until way later than most people realize. Heâs never seen Sweden be that âuncommunicative combat machineâ and is quick to turn the idea down. Probably because it doesnât fit his view of Sweden. He definitely thinks very highly of him.
To conclude before headcanon time, Iceland obviously views Sweden very highly and really respects him a lot. Sweden provides that stable elder figure that neither Norway nor Denmark were able to provide. (This isnât a Norway and Denmark diss post, I think they did their best but letâs be honest here. Icelands childhood was anything but stable) Sweden also shows to care for Iceland as he sticks up for Iceland when the other Nordics are being nosy. Sweden respects Iceland a lot as well and just wants the best for him. I love their friendship and feel it can be overlooked sometimes.
Ok, now itâs headcanon time:
- Sweden has gifted Iceland hand-knitted sweaters for him and Mr. Puffin before. The real question is, did Mr. Puffin wear it? (After convincing, yes he did)
- I mentioned this earlier, but Iceland 100% confides in Sweden about personal troubles. Heâs probably ranted to him about his childhood before and his loneliness. Sometimes Sweden gives advice if Iceland wants it but I feel most times Iceland just wants someone to listen. Sweden is always happy to listen
- Adding onto the previous headcanon, Sweden keeps all of Icelands secrets until he is ready to tell them to the rest of the Nordics himself.
- This can work for any Iceland ship ever but I fully believe that if Iceland were to ever get with anyone, then the first Nordic to know would definitely be Sweden.
- If Iceland wants hot chocolate than he goes to Sweden, Sweden makes really good hot chocolate. You can even combine headcanons and say that Iceland confides in Sweden over a cup of hot chocolate.
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An MC who acts slightly, but noticeably different with each person or group around them.
For example, uhh maybe they act much more mature and down to earth with people like barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo. But when with mammon, or during a scheme with almost any of the other brothers theyâll match the amount of energy they have. Or while with Levi, theyâll be much more uhh in a rambling sorta mood.
Theyâll be goofing off with some of the brothers, like turn around, talk incredibly formally formally to Lucifer and then get back to goofing offđ
(If you couldnât tell Iâm the same guy who asked for competitive MC Iâm so sorry I yap so much in asks!!!)
no worries! I also tend to yap a lot in asks when I suggest stuff to other people! also I LOVEEE this concept(totally not because I also tend to do this by mistake)
but I could imagine mc going from talking all Shakespearean with mephisto or luci to basically verbal texting with Levi and mams,
like it could be so dumb and make for a lot of laughable moments, one second mc is chittering away then all of a sudden luci or s8n asks a question, and they turn and say some stupid crap like âI believe I returned that book yesterday, though I could be incorrect.â And once they leave mc will turn back to the group and be like âanyways chat,â which I could imagine would make the other loose their MINDS immediately, just straight up CACKLING. And mc probably gets annoyed about it a few times, itâs not like they can help it!!
other times I could imagine this coming in handy at like big parties at Diaâs palace, because they could totally walk around with like asmo or mephisto and fake snootiness, or when they hang around dia and suddenly they just match his loud happy vibe immediately, or literally anything. Talking to a noble?? They love mc because they just act so proper and polite!! Smh servants? They are just so sweet and considerate to the work they are doing!
also just mc randomly tone matching could add up with this, like, Luci is scolding them, and mc matches his volume and anger unintentionally and the situation escalates FAST. Same deal with s8n. or having a simple convo with Beel and itâs just two monotones going back and forth. And with mams, he gets excited about something and mc responds in that same tone of voice, so then he gets MORE hyped because his human is ALSO hyped and mc sounds MORE hyped as well and so on.
(also I am so sorry this took so long, I am unfortunately plague ridden and am trying to use this small window of feeling slightly better to push out as many drafts as possible)
#obey me#obey me mc#obey me mammon#obey me asmodeus#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me satan#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me shitpost#obey me imagines
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Intro post time <3
Heya, my name is Storm! im an artist, writer, gamer, professional simp, chronic fandom enjoyer, and shitposter.
i post art on here sometimes, (maybe even a coherent thought every now and again), and love to yap with my mutuals and friends about anything and everything :]
I'm in a lot of fandoms, but currently fixated on the fnaf DCA and a handful of me and my mutuals ocs.
On the topic of ocs, I Roleplay as one of my own! @static-x3 is the designated roleplay and ask blog for my main OC/sona, Static (ref TBA)
I use tone indicators a lot- and they're much appreciated so I can tell how ya mean things through text better :3c
I am a certified Tag Yapper, but I do try to tag things properly where applicable; my notable tags + other mentions will be thrown under the cut for your convenience <3
#beloved mutuals is my tag for mostly asks and other shenanigans with my Moots :]c
#storm draws and/or #storm doodles is where all my art goes :3
#storm rambles is most of my own posts :p
#storm loses it is the same as before but I live up to my blog title and go EXTRA bonkers in my rambles (only /neg sometimes)
#mutuals art <3 is where all my mutuals gorgeous art goes (I HEART MY MUTUALS GO CHECK THEIR STUFF OUTđ„đ„đ„)
#malware my beloved is my main simp tag. you see my header?? Yeah, that's my friends DCA oc Malware. You're gonna be seeing a lot of him on here. He's . My husbanf <333
#malware my beloved but more is the same as before but where all my fanart of the lad goes o7
Header is by my lovely friend @bumble-the-sun-bee (the creator of Malware and many other wonderful characters)
Also, eat shit @gigabyte1027 I made my intro before the end of the year >:)
General DNI stuff. Don't be a shitty person, respect me and I'll respect you. If you don't like me or my content just block me and move on, i wont take it personally.
#GUH#I DID IT#it only took me#*checks notes*#like 7 months#but anygays#storm rambles#pinned post#lets see if linking the actual tags works-
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This is going to be a long and important rant. Trigger warning for SA,Grooming, incest. Proshipping and stuff like that
I canât believe I have to fucking say this. The problem tumbler has with normalizing and platforming proshippers and just incel ppl in general is disgusting. IF YOUR A PROSHIPPER, SUPPORT PRO SHIPPERS. GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY FUCKING PAGE. APPERENTLY I have to say this since Iâm in the genshin and mouthwashing fandom. I was looking at one of my comments that had a weird name. I clicked on their account and they just reposted a lot of sissy content. I personally donât like it but if it doesnât involve anything disgusting like incest or rape I donât care. But then I saw them repost smut of Percy Jackson. A GOD DAMN CHILD. I do not care if he is aged up. It is still gross and predatory. Especially if written by an adult. I get it if it was written by a minor. When I was younger I use to read stuff like that. But if you are a grown adult writing smut over a child no matter if you âagedâ them up, you are a predator.
But back to the account. When I checked their following. The amount of proshipping accounts I saw almost made me throw up. The funny thing is the amount of whining and temper tantrums these people have.â WAHH WAHH THEY TOOK DOWN THE PROSHIPPING POLLS OF INCEST AND PEDOPHILIA PROSHIPS WAHH WAHH CURSE YOU SPAM REPORTERS.â I do not feel bad when these get taken down. Apparently this is a hot take. I fully support spam reporting incest, pedo and general proshipping stuff like that. I donât care if itâs a rambling post or a full fledge fanfic. I donât care if itâs character x character or x reader. I will happily report it with no guilt. âB-but t-they/I-I spent so long w-w-writing that.â DONT CAREEEEEE. Cause itâs not like this stuff doesnât have an affect on people. When I was younger I use to read this stuff, that was how I thought relationships were supposed to be. Which ended up letting me get groomed by multiple people multiple times.
This stuff DOES AFFECT PEOPLE. This stuff being able to be put out and supported is harmful. You donât even have to be a minor for this stuff to twist your views on relationships. There was this one person in that one persons following. I think their name was like proshipscara. One of their post was talking about âyou donât have to defend yourself for being a proshipperâ their right you donât. Because you are a disgusting person and NO defending can save your case.
And also before you brain dead basement dwelling defunked things go cry about âitâs a trauma response!â That does NOT make it ok whatsoever. Itâs like saying itâs ok to scream and blow up on people, hit people, because itâs a trauma response. If this is helping your trauma which I highly doubt it. Keep this shit to yourself. Cause the amount of minors groomed into this is genuinely so sad. That probably my biggest reason why I hate pro shippers so much. Being a victim of it myself.
Please speak out about this, donât just repost this or other anti proshipper posts. SPEAK UP. You can speak up about your hate for proshippers, speak up about the affects that happened. SPEAK UP! Cause this is a rampant problem. You can also help without speaking up. Report and block any proship accounts. Even if they donât call themselves proshippers. If you see them posting incest, grooming, SA, in a positive light, report and block them.
Anyways thanks if you read all this I hope you have a good day! And if any proshippers wanna go cry in my comments or try and harrase me. Just try Iâd love the good laugh.
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Instead of doing convention prep, why don't I draw the blorbos instead
This started as me just warming up for working on some OTHER important stuff but uh. Yeah! Someday I'll learn how to draw Emmet's hat consistently but that day is NOT today.
More rambling below the cut:
When Sheyla gets serious about battling, she gets SCARY. She didn't exactly know how to turn off the scary, so trainers were afraid to battle her for a while after she became Champion. She'll take all your money. :P Now she only turns on the scary for big serious battles, or against Team Plasma.
She rarely gets sick, but when she does, it takes her OUT. Or, she probably overworked herself training with Inari again. Training with ghost types that don't have a good grasp on their power is verrrry dangerous. :P
Emmet and Sheyla laughing about something. What? Idk lmao, you tell me.
Sheyla's Sygna Suit with Togekiss! It's a whole-ass Lolita/EGL coord and is absolutely outside of the realm of anything she would wear. She cleans up pretty nice. (it's the nicest thing she will probably ever wear outside of Nimbasa. Even Elesa was surprised.) Emmet thinks it's cute. (*/Ï*)
Lmao, I just love the twins and the whole eye glow thing. Don't fuck around on the subway.
Emmet lost, but the trainer was being a real asshole about it. :P
now off to draw more shippy stuff heheheheheehe~
ALSO. I decided on a ship name I think? Ferroequinology is the study of trains (comes from the words iron and horse, which is sick af), and since Sheyla is a researcher first and Champion, I kinda figured it fit. She does like studying trains, and one of the conductors of said trains. :P
#Submas#Emmet x OC#Yumeship#ferroequinshipping#Emmet#Subway Boss Emmet#my art#pokemon oc#pkmn oc#oc x canon#I'm not a human artist but damn I'm improving since the last time I drew them#You can see where I started getting more confident in drawing lmfao#it's all about that muscle memory baybeeeee#pokemon
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sorry if u have been asked this before, but how would you describe kate's personality? i just rrly love ur characterization of her :3
I actually DONT think I have been asked this before ?! SO IM EXCITED TO RAMBLE. Also Tysm anon ur a sweetheart.
Kateâs one of those characters that I didnât know much about and only got invested in cuz my anons kept asking about her in my AU and eventually I got attached to the version I created . so in my AU, she's been a proxy since she was 13, is about 27 now. living in the woods for over a decade . LOL...
If I had to pick a handful of words to describe her personality in my AU, I thinkâŠ. Awkward. Anxious. Aggressive. Avoidant. Quadruple AâŠLOL
Awkward on account of ⊠the operator got her sick when she was around 13, and sheâs been living in the woods since. Bound to make anyone bad at socializing. Sheâs really blunt and straightforward when she does decide to speak(not often), because she kinda lost whatever filter she mightâve had as a kid. Other people describe her as rude, but I donât think she MEANS to be. Even if shes not saying anything, she just doesnt know how to reply to people when they say stuff. They make a joke and shes like mm.Â
I hc that Kate has really bad generalized anxiety. Not in a shy stammering way, but in a âthe worst possible situation is going to happen and I donât know how to stop itâ way. Overthinks, assumes that any sort of headaches means slendy is mad and gonna hurt her(even if itâs because she just hasnât had water all day), starts freaking out because of it. The anxiety just makes her behavior kinda difficult, linking back to the awkwardness and the aggression.
SO WITH AGGRESSION. She believes everyone is out to get her. Partially because sheâs willing to kill/hurt/maim anyone if it means slendy wonât hurt her, so sheâs projecting her own lack of morals onto others. Sheâs killed lauren (technically the chaser, but kate blames herself), sheâs helped ruin tim/brians lives, and sheâs violently attacked her friends before. And of course, shes had to bear a lot abuse and torment from slendy (and masky/hoody/other creatures). Only natural that shes combined defense and offenseÂ
WHIIIIIIIIIICH ALSO EXPLAINS THE WHOLE AVOIDANT THING. She has such awful trust issues, both with others and herself. Easier to just go hide in the mines and refuse to talk to people.Â
BUT IN GENERAL, like if you meet her while tobys hosting a get together at the proxy cabin, she kinda just sits there. Watches. Shes selectively mute so chances are even if you talk to her, shes not replying. Some people think shes a bitch(jeff), some people think shes just shy(nina). Iâd imagine poor eye contact, biting her nails till they bleed, just walking out if she doesnt wanna be apart of something, brutal honesty. Messy, disorganized. She thinks so much, so fast, so hard that all her thoughts are so jumbled that it kinda turns into nothing. Ask her whats on her mind and she doesnt even know. Sheâs kinda jumpy and skittish.Â
I think my main thing is trying to find a balance between expressing her anxiety and coldness. Sheâs not like some cool badass chick, and shes not some shy cute thing. Shes really awkward and uncomfortable to be around half the time. LOL.
Also off topic but. Since i hc her to have such bad anxiety. AND i also hc her to have chronic migraines/pain in general. She smokes a lot of weed/eats edibles to calm herself down and ease her pain. might attribute to a lot of her behavior seeming kind of dazed, but she honestly doesnt act that differently. More relaxed . . .Â
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