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big sucker for forbidden/non reciprocated love so
paul learning he has a crush on darry and has since about freshman year. he kept it to himself but he would but darry stuff in hopes of getting him to stay (i think paulâs parents did similar stuff to what steveâs dad does-like theyâd buy him nice and expensive things in hopes that heâd stay their precious baby boy and whatnot, theyâre not good parents-) but that was why paul bought darry the madras shirt. he wanted him to stay. to think he had a chance. (more on that later)
come sophomore year and darry gets a girlfriend. i wanna say bev lowkey? but as we know bev is a bitchhhh and in another hc of mine, darry was out with some socs and was arrested because of petty crimes and stuff and had to be bailed out by his momâŠthis was in likeâŠmiddle of junior year, so that was when he broke up with bev. he never felt anything for her anyway and just assumed she wasnât the one. he felt like a real mess. but he never felt anything for anyone really (yes iâm pushing my somewhere on the aroace spectrum darry headcanons at you)
a month or so later and valentineâs day rolls around, paul ends up doing some cheesy âsecret admirerâ type thing where he bought dart all these expensive ass things and then darry later found paul in the locker room and paul confessed and darry just did not know what to do. he didnât know paul swung for his team, he also didnât know that he had a crush on him of all people, but all darry knew is that it was too much. so he just had to awkwardly tell him âi donât feel the same way, iâm sorry, i love you too, but only as a friendâ and that absolutely crushed paul.
OR ALTERNATIVELY
darry is like âokay, fine, iâll give it a shot, i never felt anything for girls so maybe iâm gayâ but whenever paul insinuates goingâŠyâknow. darry just feelsâŠnot right? he tries for paul. paulâs his best friend. he wants paul happy. but darry isnât happy. and i donât really think that if darry and paul were in a relationship that theyâd be healthy. especially since itâs a soc/greaser relationship AND theyâre both guys.
i feel like paul would get kind of annoyed that darry didnât exactly feel the same wayâlike even kissing became awkward because darry never felt right and i feel like this led to a lot of fights between the two until darry absolutely breaks down and is just like âi canât! i canât fucking do this anymore! iâm trying my best and i canât feel anything!â and paul takes that kind of personally, to the point where thatâs when they break up and their friendship is over
it took a lot of time for darry to heal, it really did. but eventually he did realize it wasnât his fault and was somewhat grateful to be âtoo busy for a relationshipâ, which is what he tells people when they ask if heâs found someone yet, because he knows that no matter who it is, heâs not gonna feel anything much, if at all, other than platonic love.
iâm an aroace darry truther. sue me
#i like angst#i shouldnât say iâm a truther im lowk on the febce#darry doesnât strike me as gay but he doesnât strike me as straight#the outsiders#darry curtis#paul holden#parry#realistically i donât think parry would be a healthy relationship-i know a lot of ppl fluffify it but thatâs just me#idk take it or leave it#paul x darry#darry x paul
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Here, have a half-coherent, sleep deprivation induced plot bunny with absolutely no context:
âThose will kill you, you know.â
Holb spun at the sound of the voice, deep and rumbling, barely audible over the chaos that was the pride parade filling the street around him. The voice belonged to a void of a man, a black spot among the riot of color. He was pointing at the cigarette pinched delicately between two of Holbâs fingers with a furrowed brow. He wasnât sure if he was being flirted with or judged; it was the oddest opening line he had ever heard either way.
âSo Iâve been told,â Hob said, almost a yell to be heard over the din.
âWhatâs your name?â
Definitely flirting. It was the most awkward attempt Holb had ever seen, but there was something almost endearing about it that made him smile.
âHolben.â
âDid your parents hate you?â The man asked incredulously. Holb snorted.
âEvidently,â he chuckled. âMy friends all call me Holb, though.â
âHob?â
Holb laughed, then realized the man really had misheard him. He wasnât surprised; the entire street was a cacophony of sound. No one had ever called him Hob before. It felt good, like a warmth settling in his chest. He snuffed his cigarette against the bottom of his shoe and pocketed the butt to throw away later.
âYeah, thatâs right,â he said with a smile. âWhat about you?â
âDream,â the man replied.
âYour nameâs Dream?â Hob laughed. âNow whoâs parents hated them?â
Dreamâs lip ticked up in a minuscule smile and Hob grinned in response. Together, they continued walking, caught up in the flow of the rainbow stream around them, though they only had eyes for each other.
#I just had a thought about a (sort of) meet ugly#and wanted to get it out before I went to bed and forgot about it#Hob and Dream human au meeting at a pride parade#and Dream ânamingâ Hob because he misheard his name#but Hob loves it and it becomes the name only Dream calls him#itâs really embarrassing when Dream finds out that his misheard and Hob has to assure him that he loves the nickname#this started as a joking idea about Hob from the show smoking because he doesnât have to worry about cancer#so he never kicked the habit#and then it devolved#sandman netflix#the sandman#dream of the endless#morpheus#hob gadling#dreamling#plot bunny#fic prompt?#idk take it or leave it
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not to be annoying but i do think a lot of people mischaracterize falin. shes got the most drastic canon v fanon thing going on. which i guess makes sense bc 1. we dont see much of her and 2. lot of the fan stuff are anime-onlies that have seen even less
but i think like a good 90% of the time i see falin-centric art or posts im like hrm hrm hrm thats all wrong no nope no-siree
she's just a cool chick that takes life as it comes, doesn't hold grudges even against a mother that apparently was trying to beat the magic outta her, finds her older brother the coolest person in the world, and has autism about observing life (and death, she loves the ghosts she has a connection to) and nature and taking care of things (including taking care of her brother, which is why she's even in the dungeons; she saw her scrawny mess of a brother and decided she had to fix that).
and i think my favorite part that people don't talk about is... she would have done the same for marcille or laios if it were one of them that was eaten. you could see it in her eyes:
it's what shuro misunderstands about her. it's easy to see her feminine, cute, good girl pieces and forget the rest of her. but she loves things to an ends-of-the-earth extent; the kind of caring that makes you a little insane. and that's how I think she and laios end up on the same page with their weirdness. they have different interests, but they are the same level of committed to those interests.
it's easy to love her, because she probably loves you just as much, if not more.
EDIT: for the love of god stop reblogging this only to add some comment or tag or reply saying 'op you forgot [BLATANTLY FANON INTERPRETATION]'. falin as we know her is not a pushover/people pleaser/infantilized, see this version of my post. also stuff like 'female shuro was in love with laios in the genderbent comic' and 'falin was going to marry shuro because she felt bad' are just things you made up in your head
#idk i love her#dont take this as insulting i like when people do anything with her i just wanna vomit my feelings#dungeon meshi#another example of this is how she takes the dragon with her when she's resurrected#it isn't like her to leave that little thing behind#wriggling helplessly in the grass#she picked that little thing up and took it with her without a second thought
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Impulsive pjo (more like solangelo again) x kpop hcs i just thought of:
Iâve talked abt my kpop x pjo hcs already but to add on, Will doesnât seem to be a kpop fan like the rest of the Apollo cabin. I mean, at the VERY least, heâd be a casual twice listener and probably most definitely listens to txtâs whole discography (like their songs seem âsunnyâ or give a âsunshine vibeâ on the outside, a little silly even but the lyrics are pretty dark and depressing. And hopeless romantic, istg txtâs discography is made just for will. Source: trust me bro). But other than tht, heâs not too into kpop.
Nico on the other hand, heâd love skz (idk why, heâd vibe to them and i hc tht heâd be into noise music), atz (heavy on atz and no im not projecting, i genuinely think heâd like them bc theyâre pirates lol and i think heâd like cyberpunk, silver lights and their whole discography. Heâd would def get emotional over turbulence, not too late, take me home and mist), dreamcatcher (for obv reasons) and red velvet (dont ask, it just makes sense).
He wonât be like a stan or be as hyperfixated as me (lol) and wonât really talk abt it with anyone else. i see this as something he keeps to himself yet not really hide it if someone brings it up (???) but heâd know abt their cbs and watch their performances with Will (when he gets the opportunity).
In general, Iâve always hc tht the apollo, dionysus and aphrodite cabin as mostly kpop fans bc majority of the idols are either from the apollo, dionysus or aphrodite cabin. With a good amount also in the athena, maybe zeus, nike and hermes cabin.
Okay im done rambling.
#percy jackon and the olympians#tagging this post one month later#will solace#nico di angelo#spreading my staytiny reveluv insomnia nico hc agenda#also spreading my moa will agenda#idk take it or leave it#great now everytime i listen to txt i think abt will#istg txtâs discography is made just for will from vibe to the lyrics#plz send help#iâve also been thinking abt Bianca listening to melanie martinez and thtâs been taking over my brain too#can you tell who my fav characters are
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thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life
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#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fushiguro megumi#yuji itadori#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#itadori yuuji#megumi#yuuji#middle one FOUGHT oh my god#angle/arm position/watering can/expression NONE of it wld go right#took 2 hours to get the lines only to realize upon laying down flats that it was still Completely off#so i took a break to bake an entire cake came back n finally it started cooperating#tbh idk if im still shaking off ytd's weird funk or what but this took ages longer than it should have#but its ok bc florist/botanist/general plant nerd megu is free serotonin 2 me#i could not decide on one apron 2 give him#but then i remembered he is th type 2 take his hobby Very seriously of course he would own multiple#looks at the hydrangeas listen . listen I Know i ws bemoaning having 2 draw so many cursing their name etc etc#but u dont understand he had to be holding one he just had to. he told me so. he held a gun 2 my head and said U Know What To Do#and i said ok ok ok ok#there r only 2 i survived#and i wld do anything fr him as we well know . cuffs his jeans puts leaves in his hair <3#jjk may have given me trust issues depression anxiety etc but it Also gave me flowerboy megu and i think that balances it out :)#edit added the bonus here bc reblogs dont show up in the main tags enjoy itfs gross flirting mwah <3
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So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (donât remember which one) and I was bored.
So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.
So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny canât keep his human half sustained.
So what does he do?
Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.
Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.
Because heâs a ghost, he doesnât have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesnât mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one âïž
AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know itâs his!
And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes
Holy shit thereâs heroâs here- you know what, why doesnât he have heroâs back home?!
And being minorly annoyed jealous (but heâs never admitting that)ïżŒhe thought:
Well since thereâs heroâs here already, guess Iâm not needed.
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Good. Iâm tired af
And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. Itâs fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.
Itâs going great.
But Danny doesnât realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.
And slowly but surely, Dannyâs beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.
Yk because of the ectoplasm.
So now Dannyâs lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!
In the form of blob ghosts.
Two actually.
They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universeâs ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.
Everything was great.
Danny was loving the trash can life style.
He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldnât talk but that was fine.
He wasnât lonely, he wasnât. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.
However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were heroâs.
Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.
But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.
He stared, they stared back.
Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:
âDonât mind me, have a nice day!â
But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.
Which- rude.
Didnât they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means itâs his home, so they shouldnât be bothering him still. Heâs safe as can be.
Plus.
Itâs not like heâs looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!
They should mind their own business!
âââ
Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, donât mind me.
#dp x dc#fan art#danny phantom#dc universe#Danny saw a clean un-used trash can in an alley which no one normal came into and went: Yes.#The trash can is his Haunt now B-!#Danny has fun scaring the few people who actually come into the alley#Danny is FINALLY getting some well needed rest ever since becoming a halfa#He doesnât get why these people are nothing him#canât they leave him alone? what he do!#Danny ainât about to leave his trash can#HE GON FIGHT YOU TWO IF HE HAS TO#B and WW are both equally concerned#they donât want to leave his probable alien/meta child in a FEAKING TRASH CAN#They taking him by force.#they gonna share custody of him lmao#I can totally see WW and Batman both parenting Danny with him realizing it AT ALL#Also idk what happened to Amity or anyone#maybe they all died???#idk#but Danny may or may not be scared of going back home#thatâs why heâs here#feel free to add to this
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i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes
#ml#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#okay i lied i do have justifications#adrien probably just. would love being taken care of if he's sick#it's maybe something his mom used to do but not ENOUGH#and marinette would absolutely spoil him#but marinette is all I AM FINE IT IS JUST A COLD I AM FINE meanwhile she nearly falls off a rooftop in a dizzy spell#but adrien hate being kept away from ppl he loves. hates not being able to protect them. and an injury is more long-term and isolating#meanwhile...idk marinette feels to me like an injurt would leave her more defeated. she'd feel like she failed somehow#like she is SUPPOSED to be ladybug she is SUPPOSED to keep herself together to keep the city safe#so i think that would take a lot of her energy she'd be frustrated about it yes but also sort of...admit defeat#adrien would find ways to cheer her up though đ„ș
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references for a pjsk x isat au Iâve been working on, using the wxs kirapipi outfits (+ mizuki, bc how could I forget mizuki?!), wherein rui is the one looping endlessly! yahoo!
bonus: rui fishing :]
#I couldnât think of anything else for emu sadly!!! she takes the same role Mira does#âthe entertainerâ felt too. ominous. for her#SHOUTOUT TO MY LOVELY MUTUAL WHO HAS ALSO BEEN HELPING ME!!!#IDK IF THEY WANNA. BE TAGGED. BUT HAAIIIII#isat#in stars and time#pjsk#project Sekai#rui kamishiro#emu otori#nene kusanagi#tsukasa tenma#mizuki akiyama#âwhy is rui the one looping?â because look at him- mister âgrappling with my friends leaving somedayâ.#pjsk au#isat au#technically????????#shaking in my boots hitting âpostâ on this
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Thinking about human behaviour compared to animal behaviour again.
It's funny to hear people (the older gens) complaining that "kids these days are lazy, they don't wanna work, etc." What do we get for busting our asses? There is no reward. Many will never own homes. Many are unemployed, trying to find work, and nobody will hire them because they don't have a million years experience and a masters degree OR they want people to work for minimum wage??? People are giving up because there is no reward. Why would we do all this for nothing?
Same as a dog that won't recall when you haven't reinforced it with a reward. Your dog isn't going to do what you tell it to if there is no incentive. No, your dog SHOULDN'T listen just because you're boss and it should respect you. That isn't how it works. They don't think that way. And honestly neither do people.
When we went hiking Sprocket wasn't always taking treats gently from me when I recalled her or she checked in and I rewarded and my one friend told me to stop giving her treats. I told him I won't work for free so why should she. And he said "I do things for free all the time because I want to do them," and I didn't say it then, but I wish I had, but if you like doing it, that's the incentive. It's a self-rewarding behaviour. Just like anything else a dog does, like chasing a squirrel or sniffing things or getting into the trash. Heeling instead of going off to sniff stuff or recalling off of something they want to chase is something you have to reinforce. You have to give them something better so they make the choice you want them to make. They won't make it just because they *respect* you. They won't willingly recall off of exciting prey out of RESPECT. You need to give them a tangible reward for that. You cannot possibly expect your dog to listen just because and then punish them for disobeying you.
Yeah, Sprocket bit my fingers a couple times. The one time pretty hard. But she was excited. She knows how to take gently and I reminded her and she tried very hard to be gentle most of the time. I wasn't going to stop rewarding her for checking in with me and recalling while we were off leash hiking in the woods. I want her to know that coming back to me is good and in the event of an emergency I would like her to not blow me off.
#barkin up some trees#personal#the way my friends train their dog is not the way I would ever train a dog#in fairness he isnt food or toy motivated#and i dont have issues with ecollars#but they dont actually reward him for anything really#praise but little to nothing else#like yeah of course he is gonna blow you off to jump in the lake#lake is more rewarding than recalling to you when you have nothing to offer him in return#the way they recall him is that he has to come to them and then give a hand boop#and if he doesn't make contact they keep asking him until he does it#and then no reward#other than praise#which he doesnt seem to really care that much about#idk it just doesnt feel right the way they train him and i dont take advice from them on training#they also basically never have him on a leash even tho it is required by law in town#after the hike we went to the lodge restaurant and luckily we had an extra lead in the truck#otherwise they hadnt even brought one along so they were gonna leave him in their car while we ate#idk like i love my friends and they are nice people but jesus christ
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Lost boys
#mayhem art#star wars#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker fanart#obi wan kenobi fanart#star wars art#this one was sitting in my drafts for about a month. idk why I was holding onto it -cries- anyway#this is shortly after Qui-Gon's death. Both of their lives just got flipped upside down. Anakin is traumatized by having to leave#his mother behindâ then his Master's sudden deathâ and he's left with no certainty in his future.#Obi-Wan just witnessed his Master dieâ helplesslyâ then having to take care of this little human in his Master's steadâ meanwhile feeling#wholly inadequate to be so suddenly knighted let alone immediately becoming a Master and taking responsibility for another being.#Both of them losing the constants in their lives. left uprooted. the only anchoring point being each other.#I imagine Obi-Wan wouldn't reach out to Anakin firstâ but if Anakin expressed compassion with himâ griefâ and his need to feel secureâ#Obi-Wan wouldn't turn him away#this was just my excuse to give them a proper soothing hug in their time of mourning
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What You Want
Roronoa Zoro x AFAB reader
Summary: You have a tendency to slip into Zoroâs bed every time you drink. For some reason he lets you keep on doing it
This is the absolute longest fic Iâve ever written in my life. I donât know how it happened, I just let my hand take the lead. Apologies for any weird formatting, I was forced to write this on my phone.
Warnings: alcohol use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral, light choking, slight degradation, use of âgood girlâ, nipple play
Word Count: 5.6k (đ°)
MDNI; 20+ readers please
(Divider by @cafekitsune )
Sometimes you had this nasty habit of slipping into Zoroâs bed when you drank. You didnât know why, it was just something you did.
The first time it happened youâd been so inebriated that your stumbling around had resulted in you tripping over a pair of boots, scrabbling onto the bed to break your fall, and flopping unceremoniously onto his legs. He startled awake and attempted to shove you off but your drunken delirium insisted that you were in your room and you had every right to be there. Exasperated, he rolled you off his knees and you eventually passed out by his ankles.
A mumbled apology came the next day during breakfast which he wordlessly waved off. After quickly gulping down his food, he grabbed his katanas and headed out the door. No other exchange about the matter was made.
The first time you slipped under the duvet, the dip of the mattress was what pulled him from his slumber. It was just enough for him to see you at the furthest edge of the bed, your head flopping onto the pillow and your soft snores soon following. Youâd only slept for maybe 2 hours before you jerked awake, realizing where youâd mistakenly wound up again. You quickly gathered your shoes and pants that had been haphazardly discarded, and snuck out of the room.
The first time your bodies made contact, your back had been pressed against his. He hadnât actually been sleeping much that night; you were unaware of his watchful eye as he looked over his shoulder at you. Subconsciously you knew something was different (still convinced you were in your own bed), a comforting wall of warmth bleeding in through the thin cotton of your tank top. He rolled his head back to face his side, eye growing heavier as he finally succumbed to sleep. When he woke a few hours later your spot was empty and cool, rumpled sheets slightly flipped back being the only indication that youâd been there.
A new thing started happening where you faced your front to him, inching closer to his bulky form. Youâd ungracefully throw an arm over his waist, hot and clammy palm spreading over his abs. Sometimes, youâd swear a larger hand covered yours with a quick squeeze. But the thought never registered for longer than a second, sweet unconsciousness beckoning you soon after. Those nights his curiosity got the better of him, and he wondered what you looked like up close while you slept. As he turned under the weight of your arm still flung over him, he was met with your face half stuffed into the pillow, mouth open with a thin layer of drool dampening the pillowcase. As he adjusted himself to lay on his stomach, your body stirred and one of your eyes cracked open to stare back at him. Heâd thought your focus would be foggy but you looked deep into him, down to his very bones. You held his gaze for what felt like hours under the calm nothingness that only existed during a night faring the seas, before you promptly sat up and hastened to exit the room as you always did; this time forgetting to grab the shorts and bra youâd carelessly tossed.
You knew he was aware of what you were doing but for some reason you couldnât stop it from happening, and he wouldnât stop you from doing it. You rationalized that the only reason he allowed it to continue was because he was just as intoxicated, sake vapors always permeating his clothes. It remained an unspoken thing between the two of you, the only acknowledgment being an amused look from him every time you took that first gulp of whiskey.
You wondered how no one else seemed to know, you werenât exactly quiet anytime you stumbled into the menâs quarters. But then again they all slept like logs and you always managed to slip away before the sun could peak over the horizon.
Tonight was your birthday, and contrary to popular belief, you tended not to drink as much on this day, wanting to fully experience the joy and laughter with your beloved crew. A few glasses of bubbly and maybe a shot or two here and there, but not enough to put you on your ass.
Zoro had a good sense of your drinking habits, so he could tell you werenât going as hard as usual. He wondered whether or not youâd be joining him in his bed tonight, seeing as how your mostly sober mind could possibly hold you back. His eye caught yours as it always did. Your skin was warm and glowing, cheeks puffed up from the ever-present grin plastered upon your face. It took Usopp, knocking into you and spilling his drink onto your shirt, to finally pull your attention away from Zoro as you screeched with laughter, chasing the sniper around the deck with a handful of cake meant to be smashed into his face.
Things finally wound down to lull as everyone crashed outside under the milky glow of the moon. Zoro looked around but couldnât find you or either of the other girls anywhere, and deduced that youâd all probably left together. Oh well. Looks like heâd have the room to himself. Throwing Luffyâs arm off his cheek, he dusted off his pants and made his way back inside. His heavy footfalls echoed throughout the empty halls, wood creaking as the Sunny rocked him along. Finally arriving at his door, a fleeting image of you waiting in his bed, curled up under his sheets, crossed his mind. He quickly shook it off, knocking it back towards the huge pile of other non crew-like thoughts he had of you, and opened the door. Instead he was greeted by an empty bed, and as he closed the door, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, and collapsed onto the mattress.
As you stood outside the door to the menâs quarters, you cursed yourself for your lack of self control. Your mind had now associated any amount of drinking with sleeping in Zoroâs bed, and that revelation had caused you to lie awake with a mysterious insomnia. After an hour of tossing and turning, your body had gotten up and your feet lead you, seemingly of their own accord, to wherever they wanted. And now here you were at his door, fully cognizant of what you were doing. Your knuckles turned white from your handâs grip on the doorknob, and you tried to gaslight yourself into believing that you were actually drunker than you thought. This was a perfectly normal thing that you always did.
Pushing the door open you found Zoro in his bed, asleep as always, positioned in a way that was normally reserved for napping. Laying on his back, he looked luminous under the shafts of moonlight filtering through the window. Arm under the pillow behind his head, his bare chest rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm, his soft snores tumbling from his parted lips. Your chest tensed and you stilled. You hadnât expected him to look like that . Normally he was more of a misshapen lump under the blankets, but tonight his body looked almost as if it was offering an invitation to you. You tiptoed closer, using a few moments to take him in. With sheets rumpled at his waist, you had a clear view of his torso, which rippled with bunches of muscles beneath the skin. His jawline was as sharp as ever, head tipped back to reveal a clear line between it and his neck. He was so achingly handsome it made you gasp, chest tightening even more as you wondered how the hell youâd survived sleeping next to him during the past few months without melting completely through the floor. Liquor really did seem to have a dulling effect on your nerves. After a quick mental battle of building up your nerve, you finally lifted the covers and slipped beneath them, inching closer and closer until you were almost touching. After a few moments of admiring the wrinkle between his thin brows, you settled more comfortably into the pillow and finally dozed off.
It couldnât have been more than an hour long nap before your dreams melted away. Something was different. Youâd fallen asleep on your stomach but instead of a firm mattress beneath you, you were angled on your side and there was a portion of a body pressed against your chest. You wiggled your fingers and felt the taut skin of someoneâs pec, and your leg was thrown over the large, corded muscle of someoneâs thigh. This couldnât be right. You didnât have any current situationships on your roster that justified this level of intimacy. Embarrassingly, your body wanted to welcome the comfort with little resistance. But your mind and your body were always at war, and your flight instincts kicked in as you planned to rip yourself away and slink on back to your room. But just before you could remove yourself completely, a heavy arm you hadnât realized was around your waist pulled you back against him. You looked up to see a mirthful smirk and a steely eye peering at you.
âDone using me like a hunk of meat?â
âWhat?â You croaked, heart anchoring into your gut.
âYouâre cutting our time short, usually you stay longer than this,â he continued with a poke at your side, grinning like heâd finally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. And perhaps he had.
âIâm sorry, I donât know why I came here tonight. Iâm not even that drunk.â
âYeah thatâs the problem, you only seem to come around when youâre drunk.â
Your mind whirled in confusion. Was that what this was about? Did you give the impression that you didnât enjoy his company in any capacity other than when alcohol was involved?
âZoro, Iâm sorry if thatâs how this is coming across, I donât mean that at all, of course I like being around you-â
Your frantic excuses were cut short by his amused chuckle.
âYouâre making this too easy. I knew it was gonna be worth it, messing with you tonight.â
His toothy grin irked your spirit and you thumped his chest in retaliation. Of course thatâs where this was going, this was Zoro. Annoyingly perceptive and slightly mischievous, despite what most people thought of him.
âWhy havenât you told me to leave then? After all these months?â
âTo be fair I did the first time, but you kept arguing that Iâd actually snuck into your bed.â
The faint memory was promptly squished back into the deepest parts of your mind.
âWellâŠyou still allowed it to continue. Why?â
He hummed as he scratched his chin, pretending to ponder.
âDunno. Figured you had a reason.â
âWhat possible reason could that have been?â
Zoroâs arm, still around your waist, pulled you closer as he turned onto his side to face you. The dip in his tone made your skin erupt in goosebumps.
âFigured you wanted something from me.â
Breath caught in your lungs as to what he was implying.
âLike what?â
His brow arched with a knowing look, slipping a leg between your own and lifting yours higher around his waist.
âSomething Iâve been wanting to give to you. If you want it.â
His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your next move. You hesitated a few beats before finally wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer.
âI want this,â you sighed, brushing your lips with his.
He smiled against yours, pulling you tighter.
âFinally.â
The kiss that followed was like an ocean storm, knocking you off balance in its undertow. The groan that settled in his chest sparked electricity in your veins, causing you to whimper. Your tongue met the seam of his lips and he curled his own around it, guiding and tangling them together. The sound of your lips smacking was unseemly, but you accepted it as proof that this was actually happening. Your mouths soon parted to catch your breaths, chests heaving in unison.
âZoroâŠâ
He grunted in response as he rolled you onto your back, groin settled against yours. You could feel the bulge of his arousal rub against your center, and your leg that had been draped over his waist remained hooked around him. His hand next to your head gripped the sheets as his mouth descended upon your lips once again, the hand on your waist pressed more firmly and made up and down motions against your skin. He caught your bruised bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, sucking it into his mouth until there was nothing left to give. You let out a whine and he moved to the side of your face, pressing his lips to your ear.
âI wanna keep hearing that tonight, you saying my name like that.â
Not waiting for your reply, his teeth came out to bite harshly into your earlobe. You yelped, helplessly rocking your hips against his. His thigh slid further between your legs until it met your wetness at your center, nudging to provide a place for you to grind against. His mouth continued to do sinful things to your neck and collarbones, taking note of which spots got you to squirm wriggle against him.
Eventually the hand massaging your ribs slipped under the hem of you shirt, lifting it up to expose your breasts. Wanting to see them before he felt them, he stopped himself from giving your pulse point another nibble to look at you properly. The unwavering inspection had you feeling shy as you made a move to pull your shirt back down.
âDonât do that,â he ordered, grabbing your wrist to stop you, slamming it back down into the mattress.
Your chest continued to heave as you tried to quell your insecurities, hoping that he liked what he saw. Seemingly reading your mind, he tsked loudly.
âYouâre such an idiot.â
âHuh?â You balked at him, utterly dumbfounded. That was definitely not the response you couldâve ever predicted to receive for providing him with a full display of your tits.
âYou know how hard itâs been for me, letting you leave all of those nights?â
You had no reply prepared but it didnât matter, any possible words wouldâve failed you as his mouth latched onto your breast, tongue licking playfully at your nipple.
âEven watching you drool all over my pillows and snoring in my ear couldnât stop me from wanting you.â
Annoyance tickled your temple, even as he sucked on the underside of your breast.
âI may have drooled once or twice but I definitely donât snore.â
He looked up with a smile showing all 32 of his teeth before replacing his mouth with his hand to rub his thumb softly against the pebbled nub. A surprised gasp broke free from your lips. Sometimes you wondered if you were the type of person who could cum just from your nipples being stimulated. Maybe one day youâd test that theory.
âYou and I both know thatâs not true.â
You rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side, unable to argue with all of his pinching and prodding. His hand reached over to grasp your jaw, forcing you to look back at him.
âStop being difficult or I wonât give you your present.â
Your teeth clicked with the force of your mouth snapping shut, making him snicker.
âIs that all it takes to get you to listen to me?â
âYeah if thatâs whatâs always being offered. I can be good for that.â
âHm. Greedy.â
âIâm allowed to be, itâs my birthday.â
His fingers smushed your cheeks together, but he made no move of keeping you waiting as his mouth continued itâs journey down your body, sucking on your skin and biting the softness of your tummy. Slowly he peeled down your sleep shorts, discarding them into the darkness. Immediately your knees knocked together but he pulled them apart to stare intensely at the large wet patch in your panties. This time you felt pride as you watched his mouth go slack, his eye flitting back up to meet yours, dark with desire. He hadnât thought it would be this easy to get you worked up like this, you were normally so stubborn about everything . If only you knew what this was doing for his ego.
As he bent down to bite into the plushness of your thighs, you sat up to enjoy the visual of his face nuzzled between your legs. Youâd never seen him look sexier than when he glanced back up at you, intense eye contact stealing your breath once more. He nudged his nose against the covered lips of your pussy and gave it a sniff, an unexpected moan rumbling in his throat.
âFuck. Never imagined youâd smell this good.â
You were left speechless as he removed your panties, finally exposing you to the cool air. You gasped as his tongue poked out to taste the juices leaking between your lips, and your head fell back down as you whimpered. One of his hands kept your hips firmly in place while the other crawled up to resume dragging his fingers across your nipples.
His tongue curled along the seam of your entrance, serving him another moan of his name and a firm grip on his hair. Not being able to hold his composure, he dragged your body closer to drape your legs over his shoulders.
âYou know, if you were thinking this was gonna be a one time thing, youâre an even bigger idiot than I thought.â
âStop being mean,â you sighed, pulling his head closer to your untended wetness, âget on with my present now.â
His mouth kicked up into a smirk before he brought it back against you, tongue chasing the leaking juices before stuffing them back inside. Your nails clawed his scalp as he hummed against your clit, his tongue making practiced and precise traces along the bud. You were briefly brought back to a conversation youâd had with Robin where you wondered if the power that it took to fight with a sword in his mouth resulted in his tongue developing an unusual strength. As his tongue bullied itâs way inside and along your walls, you concluded that it had to be true, and you gave thanks to his three-sword style as if it had provided a favor specifically for you.
Zoroâs senses were saturated with the essence of you. Your plump thighs squeezed his head deliciously as he fucked you slowly with his mouth. Your hand gripping his hair made him growl, rubbing his face further between your legs, groaning at your continuous whines dancing in his ears. You were so wet, clenching around his tongue, he had to reach a hand into his boxers just to bring himself some relief. He was unbearably hard and the more your hips bucked in time with his movements, the more he had to squeeze himself at the base just to keep himself at bay. Thankfully, you seemed interested in watching him work, your half-lidded eyes and pouty, kiss-swollen lips being any indication. He liked performing for you, and silently praised your bold approval.
His hand still played with your nipples, and every swipe of the pad of his thumb had your hips jumping so fiercely, he knew heâd have to file that away for later. But now you were moving too much, and he had a job to finish. Taking both of your thighs still hanging over his shoulders in his hands, he folded your body in half so that all you could do was lie there and take everything he gave to you. His tongue, still darting in and out of you at a steady pace, began making languid swipes along your clit. Your panting became louder as he continued his teasing, sucking one of your lips into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.
âZoroâŠZoroâŠplease donât stop. Please.â
You were begging now, and that was good. Heâd oblige you, of course. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he provided a combination of licks and suction, working in tandem as your whimpers climbed louder and more breathless until finally, everything crashed. You came into his mouth with a throaty wail, body convulsing in his hold. He continued to lap at your juices as you shuddered with aftershocks, steadily coming down with a weak whine. You eventually settled down with a sigh and he released your thighs, causing your lower half to flop back onto the mattress. You sat in silence still panting and spent, spread-eagle with him kneeling between your legs. You cracked your eyes open to look at him, shaking your head.
âYou are an absolute demon.â
He grinned smugly in reply, fingers swiping along your lower lips.
âI didnât hear any complaints.â
Zoroâs dick cried for attention, and he was normally too disciplined to be led by it. But as he pulled it free from his briefs and used your slick to lube himself up, he was thankful that tonight he was going to indulge. He stroked himself lazily, looking up when he heard your soft gasp.
âFuckâŠme.â
Youâd let the words slip before you could scoop them back into your mouth. The sight you were met with went absolutely mad, beyond your wildest imagination. Here was Zoro, big, wide, and powerful, looming over you with the muscles of his bicep flexing as he jerked himself to the sight of you. His face was still insufferably smug as he kept his pace.
âYou good?â
âHm.â
Your lack of reaction had him quirking his eyebrow, curious as to whether or not you had met your limit and were ready to conclude the evening.
âWe can stop now if you want to-â
âI thought it was still my birthday?â
Both of Zoroâs eyebrows rose as your energy seemed to return and you watched him intently, hand still wrapped around himself. You sat up on your elbows and licked your lips before giving him those shiny, doe eyes.
âI want the rest of my present now,â you pouted.
It was Zoroâs turn to be speechless as you grabbed his waist and forced him to lie back down over you.
âDonât get all shy on me now,â you murmured, sliding his briefs down to give his ass a squeeze. The movement had him bucking forward, his hand finally ripped away from his dick to catch himself from dropping all of his weight onto you. You continued tugging his underwear down until he leaned on his side and slid them off, flinging them aside. His free hand grabbed your shirt still bunched above your chest, and roughly slipped it over your head, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes. He brought a hand to you hip and slid it down slowly to your thigh, hooking it once more around his waist as he settled back over you.
âStill got time to back out sweetheart.â
Your chest stuttered as you felt him poke at your entrance. You carded a hand back into his hair while the other touched his cheek, thumb tracing his lips. You were so caught in the moment, your feeble mind unable to focus on anything other than him. The feel of his strong body against yours, his veiny cock gliding smoothly between your pussy lips, his head turning slightly into your hand, giving it a whisper of a kiss. You were too far gone.
âZoroâŠâ
âTell me what you need.â
You brought your mouth to his for a long, soft kiss before you looked back up at him. God, you were so pretty. Maybe he was kinder than he thought because in that moment he wouldâve given you absolutely anything.
âI want you to give me everything,â you said, and he was convinced youâd read his mind.
He released a breath and guided himself into you, squeezing his eye shut as he felt the immediate squeeze. You were still so wet from his spit and your own arousal, but your walls were tight as he hadnât used his fingers to stretch you. You didnât seem to mind as you pulled him close, and he shallowly pumped himself in and out, going slightly deeper with every roll of his hips. You relaxed more against him and it became easier for him to slip inside; you opened up so nicely for him. Your hips rose to meet his careful thrusts, and before he knew it he was completely and snugly sheathed inside you.
Heâd underestimated how warm and tight youâd be, even after your initial orgasm from earlier. He had to stop and catch his breath, panting in your ear as he willed his body to calm down. It wouldnât due for him to cut this prematurely. You were looking to get thoroughly fucked and he was the only one who was going to give it to you how you wanted. After he was done with you youâd never be able to crawl into anyone elseâs bed ever again. He was going to mold your pussy so only he could fit.
You hadnât stopped moaning since his hips connected with yours, and you began clawing at his back, begging him to move. Your body was hot and wound tight as if you hadnât just cum earlier. He finally lifted his head from the crook of your neck and slipped a hand beneath your body to press it up to his.
âYou gonna be good for me?â
âYes,â you whimpered, limbs turning to goo.
Giving you another quick kiss, he shoved inside you and lost any last dredges of sanity. You felt unbelievable, gripping his cock in a way that wouldnât let go. His hand sandwiched beneath you grabbed your ass, giving him leverage to slam back into you. His breath came out in heavy pants as he built a bruising pace, grunting and groaning into your ear.
Your hand still pulled at his hair while the other held onto his bicep. The force of his thrusts made your whole body bounce up towards the headboard, and the rhythmic squeaks of the bed were embarrassingly loud. You hoped nobody had woken up in search of the room you both were defiling. Your pussy ached and fluttered against him as he fucked you, his stomach flexing with every grind of his hips. He was so brutal and so mean you were sure he was going to put a hole through the mattress. Suddenly he dropped your leg and pinned both of your wrists above your head.
âWrap your legs around me sweetheart.â
God, what could you do besides follow that voice? So sinful that it gnawed at your spine. You wrapped both your legs around his waist, and his thrusts became more slow and rough.
âYou gonna keep taking it?â
âYe-ah.â
He pressed you further down into the mattress, your endless stream of moans becoming stilted from the force of his pounding.
âYou gonna let me keep stretching this pussy out?â
âPlease,â you pleaded, eyes watering as he plowed away at you.
You were so pliant for him, allowing him to use you as he pleased. He was going to batter your pussy red until it was swollen. Taking both of your wrists in one hand, he rested his other around your throat.
âYeah?â He prompted, asking for permission.
âFuck Zoro , please, â you begged, all stubbornness and shame flying out the window. He was going to be insufferable when he was finished with you, your right mind was already dreading it.
âI knew you were a nasty girl,â he smirked, squeezing lightly at the sides of your throat. Despite his obvious strength, his discipline helped him hold back when he needed to. Obviously heâd never seriously hurt you.
âFuck, itâs so good,â you whined as he continued to slam into you. His grip tightened as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours.
âTurn around and get on your knees for me.â
The growl in his voice made you wetter, and you squeezed tighter around him. He released your wrists and throat, sitting back up on his knees. His dick slipped out of you and slapped against his stomach, glistening with your slick. Getting a proper look at it, he was just as thick as youâd thought, with a nice curve that was sure to scramble your brains from the new position.
âYou gonna keep drooling over it or are you gonna let me fuck you properly?â
âYou are such a dreadful man, I didnât drool!â
âYeah, so Iâve heard,â he sighed with impatience, grabbing your arms and manhandling you onto your stomach. You whined and cursed into the pillow while grabbing another to stuff under your hips. Keeping your weight on your elbows, you pushed your hips back, making a nice pretty arch for him. His palm met your ass with a loud smack, and you felt his teeth take a bite at your cheek.
âYouâre the one thatâs nasty.â
He tapped his dick against your ass a few times, watching the strings of his precum and your juices coat your skin.
âYeah.â
Without any warning he shoved himself back inside you, covering your back with his body and pressing his palm into your lower back to deepen your arch. You continued to wail into your pillow as you shoved your ass back against him. He nuzzled his head along your shoulder and neck, cooing condescendingly in your ear.
âAw, I know. The big bad man keeps treating you mean.â
âSo mean,â you hiccuped, dragging out the end of the word as he picked back up his brutal pace. The slapping of his skin against yours was abhorrent, and absolutely erotic. You felt your thighs jiggle as he slammed his hips, the curve of his dick dragged along your walls, carving a space for himself inside you. The head suddenly bumped against that soft, fleshy patch inside, and you keened. This was gonna be it for you.
âZoroâŠI canât. I canât hold on for much longer.â
He took sympathy on you as he licked and sucked at the back of your neck, hands fisting the sheets as his body continued to climb with yours.
âItâs alright, you can let go. Youâve been so good for me. My good girl.â
His words had you squeezing him so tight he thought he would choke, a stream of moans and curses escaping your lips as the pressure built tighter and tighter. One of your hands came down to circle your clit, fingers slipping over the absolute mess covering your pussy. You gave a few more weak grinds against his hips before everything snapped and you caved, orgasm pulling at every last one of your nerve endings, down to your toes.
Your cries were in time with the pattering of his hips, and he sat back on his knees to watch the ripples of your ass as it connected with his pelvis. You were such a messy, crumpled heap against the pillow, and youâd never looked more beautiful. His body begged him to let go and release, and he was going to listen to it.
âWhere do you want me to cum?â His voice was strained, panting and breathless as if heâd been in a harsh battle. God you were really wearing him out.
âInside,â you said weakly, voice muffled by the pillow youâd stuffed your face into. He chuckled to himself. You were always so greedy.
âMaybe next time sweetheart,â he teased, still managing to be a shit while his threads unraveled.
With great difficulty he pulled himself from inside you, your walls still trying to drag him back inside with a weak grip. Taking his cock in one hand, he looked at your ass still raised in the air, and pumped furiously until his will broke and he spilled, long ropes of cum painting your ass and your back.
His body collapsed on top of yours, knocking the wind out of you. You allowed him a few seconds to catch his breath as he groaned into your skin before you whined at him to get off. With a tired sigh he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. You followed his lead, wiping the sweat from your face.
âI canât believe. You just fucked me like that.â
He gave a half chuckle and glanced over at you.
âHey I was just giving you what you wanted.â
You bit your lip as you stared back at him.
âYeah, you did.â
He went to grab the sheets that had been kicked aside, and pulled you against him for a spoon.
âZoro,â you protested, attempting to free yourself from his grip, âI canât stay here. Iâm sweaty, Iâm gross, Iâm covered in cum. Someone will find us.â
âIâll wake up before anyone gets back,â he mumbled, pulling you closer until your back was flush against him.
âBut my clothes, Iâll never find them under that sea of junk.â
âJust wear mine.â
âButâŠâ
âJust shut up and go to sleep.â
Any strength left in your limbs depleted as he kept a boa-tight hold around your middle. His soft breaths fluttered against your ear, and you knew he had already slipped into sleep.
Tired and weak, you snuggled back into the curve of his body, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you allowed your final moments of consciousness slip away.
You prayed that no one had turned up to the other side of that door.
#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro x reader#myfic#roronoa zoro smut#this was insane I literally had to force myself to take breaks writing this#idk why it wouldnât leave my mind#anyway I hope it doesnât drag on thatâs always been my fear about writing long fics
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you'll notice this comic does little to actually explain lore and that's because narinder refuses to elaborate
#cult of the lamb#art stuff#gods calamity au#cotl au#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#uhh idk if i should tag this as narilamb#technically it is NOT but they have smthing weird going on#im basing this is off of homestuck fancomics btw so take that as you will LMAO#i'll make ONE (1) more comic before i leave for canada and then you'll have to fght to survive idc
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i think that if kabru saw that âlaios meeting falin for the first timeâ strip heâd be sobbing uncontrollably
#feels like it is SO fundamental to understanding laios on a deep level#idk something about not expecting âcommon senseâ from babies#something about how he is so deeply laios. maybe im just projecting#but that comic resonates with me SO hard#the lack of expression (taking her in) and the way he looks up for permission#and by that time his father already knows? that hes looking for permission to leave. he doesnt say it. he just looks.#and then! he runs to his kitty! and whispers like its a secret! hes a big brother now kitty!#and he whispers to the chickens! heâs got a little sister chickens! shes called falin doggies!#to see laios as an adult and to know he cares for his sister is par for the course#to see that he was enamored with her the second he met her and told all of his friends is just. fuck#they tell you many times in the series that these siblings care for each other above ALL ELSE#like knowing that all people die is separate from knowing there is no reality for either of them that doesnt contain their sibling#im going insane over the touden siblings#but i think kabru would go through these same motions and cry idk#dunmeshi#labru#if you squint#kabru of utaya#laios touden#falin touden#dungeon meshi#bumblysdumbly
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the thing is you have to get a good grade in being an art commissioner. you cannot be a bitch when paying for art. you have to be patient and nice. i have not been perfect in my years of paying other furries for art of my funny animals but i can, with confidence, say ive gotten a good grade. artist friends of mine agree im awesome and fankly the Keys to being Awesome at being a commissioner are just like. being nice and recognizing artists arent machines. theyre people who have their own lives and are not infront of their tablet drawing for everyone 24/7. youll find them posting about some game or movie when youve been waiting three weeks for something and thats fine. youll find them having difficulty getting something exactly like how it is in your brain because, like all people, they cannot read your mind. you gotta have everything ready and upfront and be ready to answer questions. its fine to be a little nitpicky and a little "sorry im not quite sure on this pose, could you do X Y and Z" and not be an asshole about it. after a certain number of "can you do X different" you have to realize its either not going to be exactly how you want it to be or the artist is going to want to kill you with hammers. and thats fine. i think artists have every right to want to kill you with hammers.
#barks#rambling sorry#im friends with many artists and have the privilege of sometimes hearing them bitch about awful clients#and i take such pride in so far not being one of those#ive had my moments. i will not say im perfect i have for sure pissed of friends of mine being nitpicky#but in pieces where i want a high level of finesse and specificity ive always mentioned that from the getgo#and offered to pay past a certain amount of fixes#this isnt on my mind for any particular reason im not between many comms atm#idk just. be nice to artists#if youre an artist friend of mine and yo uwant to leave any notes or anything in the replies please be my guest
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I want a Timkon clone baby where tim realises heâs kind of batshit insane right now and not equipped to raise an infant, so he leaves the baby on the manor doorstep and disappears into thin air to do a martial arts eat pray love until heâs sane again because he doesnât know what therapy is. And now Bruce is not only a first time grandpa but a first time infant caregiver and heâs been thrown into the deep end with an alien baby who instead of pissing on him when heâs being changed can shoot lasers at him, scream so loud it shakes the foundations and launch projectiles at people with TTK. He has to wear a full bomb proof batsuit to change the little guy and has ma Kent on speed dial
Bruce, calling Clark at 2:47 am: Clark, I need your help, it's an emergency
Clark, who has never heard Batman ask for help so directly, knows whatever's going on must be truly dire: What is it? What do you need? I can be there right away
Bruce, desparate: I need your mother's phone number
Clark, not sure what emergency could be solved by his mother in the middle of the night: ...My mother's...phone number?
*loud crash in the background, followed by crying*
Clark: Um...what exactly is going on?
Bruce, using the bat voice: Your. Mother's. Phone number. Now
#i love the idea of bruce being very good with babies and children#but like he's never actually had to take care of one for an extended period of time#and now he's doing child care on the hardest difficulty mode and he had no time to prepare#tim leaves a note:#congrats you're a grandpa!#be back soon once i find myself#pls take care of him#p.s. he's a quarter kryptonian so he might start developing powers or smth idk good luck#batman#bruce wayne#tim drake#timkon clone baby#ask#mine
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I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.
I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.
This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.
When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.
And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.
It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.
If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.
#and people get mad at us about 'short updates' lmfao#the companies are absolutely abusing our passion and our desperate situations#but readers genuinely offer little to no grace#if I am going to be able to leave#then the conditions for me to be able to leave need to exist#and they just Dont right now#I'm not making nearly enough to pay my bills without webtoon#I NEED the job#I dont have a car#I cant fucking afford one#I can't drive anyway#I NEED TO WORK#THIS IS MY JOB#I want to leave I'm being mistreated but I CANT!!!#anyways. whatever#I'm so fucking upset that someone just idk spread misinformation#and now the conversation is about like nooo she was under the same shit conditions as everyone else#she's just a really good writer#like okay that's awesome and I'm really glad#but WOULDNT IT BE NICE IF SHE WASNT ALSO OVERWORKED?#AND ALSO IF GOOD WRITERS WERE ABLE TO WRITE WELL WITHOUT HAVING TO BE OUTLIERS???#god it makes me so so so mad!!!!#fucking ruining a really important conversation to have!!!#we're mistreated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we just are!!!!!!!!!!1#I'm not paid enough to build the savings to take risks!#this 6 month break was EVERYTHING#I NEED to start working to pay my bills now#like it's over I ran out of time#its heartbreaking#I hate it here
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