#oh my fucking god- THEY ARE MY SILLIES!!! I love them!!!

[v0idprince]

Fuck I’m sorry this is too good, I can’t put my ramble in the tags

I have been rambling to my friends about this for a full minute. Everyone is so perfect and canon accurate oh my god. THANK YOU ARTIST.

Weepy looks like a woman I love her. Will looks happy to be here and SO hot. Aesop serving cunt cunt cunt cunt. NIAB’S RIPPED TIGHTSSS emo. Jose Knows how to look sexy and he IS goddamnit. Murrow is also happy to be there. Magician looks ok I guess he’s not my fav. Kurt is also not my fav but he looks so sweet and cute. ANNDRRWW KEIESSSSSS GODDD. The money stuffed in his garter omf I need him.

The assless chaps on Kevin. I kinda need ganji like that ngl. Dressed in white.. with lace and frills.. blushing.. OUGHHHH. LUCA BALSA MY EVERYTHINGGG his high hips?? Ditzy little smile?? Fuck I need him. Orpheus still trying to look distinguished despite his outfit is Sending Me. Eli looks so polite I adore him, idk how he looks so cute and silly in that revealing ass outfit. Edgar is me fr, he’s serving. Emil fits the outfit so perfectly you could tell me that’s what he always wears and I would believe you. Mike’s BOOBS. HIS STANCE. FUCK!! Norton doesn’t know how to stand to look sexy but he’s trying. His hand on Luchino. THE MONEY IN HIS BOOBS!!?! He would an we all know this. Luchino knows what he’s doing.

Ty for reading my ramble I need all of them rn, amazing job op

ya you know the deal, identity v men in bunny suits 

thats all.

[fushiguho]

OMGGG, wait, hello, your writing is God tier, I absolutely love it when you write for top reader🙏 With that being said, I was reading your Choso fic and (it had me biting and gnawing at my pillows) gave me an idea, RIGHT? Hear me out when I say you fuck men with fleshlights. JUST THINK ABOUT IT OK 😭 Like they've got their wrists bound and you keep edging them with the toy, and when they can finally finish, you just.. don't stop?

oh god, your mind! i could just kiss you.. COME HERE 😩

cw fem!reader, dom!reader, light bondage, overstimulation, cum feeding, denial, fl*shlight use, choso is so subby it’s insane

you’ve got him pinned and choso is hysterical. his thin, gaunt wrists are pulled behind his bare body, a thick piece of twine bounding his wrists as one. he writhes against the bunching sheets, wobbly hips desperately pushing into the air in fruitless attempts to find relief, yet you’re pushing them back down with a brazen hand.

“be still,” you mutter before reaching behind yourself to fetch the small, wet fleshlight from the silken sheets for the umpteenth time, “or else you’ll never cum. i don’t think you want that, do you baby?”

with a deep, frustrated pout and furrowed brows he shakes his head dumbly, babbling a pathetic little string of incoherent pleads and apologies. his trembling bottom lip falls between his teeth, the saliva that pools against his tongue threatening to dribble from the corners of his mouth. choso doesn’t think he’ll make it out alive this time, or at least… not the same.

it’s been hours. hours of futile begging and you denying. hours of his hips wildly bucking toward your fist and you pushing them right back down. just hours and hours and hours of mere torture and choso is utterly convinced he might fucking die tonight at the hands of an angel, at the hands of you.

“p— please.” it’s a quiet, drunken plea, his eyes rolling so far back into his head that he can see stars and constellations. “goddd, please can i cum? i… i can’t fuckin’ take it.”

you hum in feigned contemplation before simply shaking your head. idly, you trace a teasing finger down the valley of his heaving chest, the soft digit creeping lower and lower. his meek eyes follow the way it traces over the twitching length of his cock, just barely grazing his sticky skin. violently, his body shudders, a long, droning whimper dragging from his stupidly gaped mouth.

“spit on it.” it’s a curtly cold demand from you, yet it has him deliriously leaning forward and lolling out his warm, wet tongue, unabashedly drooling down the swollen head of his cock with an ensuing whimper. “thaaat’s it. give me some more, pretty boy.”

choso gathers more saliva in his mouth, his timid eyes flickering up to catch yours. you hold a hand below his lips and he puckers them, drooling into the palm of your awaiting hand like such a good, obedient puppy. a thwarted sound leaves him, almost like an unintentional wince of pleasure, like he can’t believe what the fuck you’re making him do.

a slow, bewitching smile cracks along your pretty face as you creep closer, that same saliva coated hand wrapping around the length of him and tugging. from the thick base all the way to the shiny, drooling head of his cock, you’re dragging your fist up, up, up, smearing his own saliva along the expanse of his shaft, preparing him yet again.

choso lets off a low, gurgling groan, his mouth sagging helplessly. those trembling hips buck once, blindly chasing your fleeting touch and wordlessly begging for more. the fleshlight that you hold in your opposite hand is sliding down the entirety of his aching cock and he could fucking cry. fat, briny tears swell in his widening eyes, a shuddered gasp of overstimulation dragging his head back against the wooden headboard.

“oh god, f-fuck me…” his eyes are screwing shut as he slumps further against the disheveled sheets, stomach caving, “fuck me, fuck meeee. i can’t take it… make me c— cum, please!”

“oh hush, don’t you be silly, cho.” you’re smiling sweetly, dropping your head to the right while your eyes linger on his. “you’re a big boy, yes?” slowly, you’re dragging the fleshlight allll the way up his fat cock and he gapes, nodding to you drunkenly, “yeaaaah, you’re my big pretty boy, aren’t you? you can take it.”

a lewd, deafening squelch! resounds off of the thin walls of the bedroom and every time you drag the battered toy up the length of his cock, the gut wrenching noise only seems to grow louder and louder. he is so fucking wet — that pretty, weeping cock just dripping in mounds of amalgamated precum and saliva and it’s a sight for the sorest of eyes.

the stout, pulsing base of his cock is an utter mess — pearlescent bubbles of spit and treacly arousal adorning the fat of his achingly swollen balls and it’s nothing but obscene. slowly, it drips from his tightening sack between the godforsaken valley of his ass before collecting in a lewd little puddle beneath him, ruining the silken sheets.

an impish hand is creeping between his subconsciously spreading legs, fingers toying with his drooling balls and it’s dragging the prettiest little gasp from his parting lips. as the toy slides down his cock, you’re kneading the overly sensitive mound between your fingers. choso’s hips are stupidly jerking beneath your touch and each time they do, you’re pushing them back against the dampened sheets with a hum of discontent.

“f— fuuuck, i… i can’t help it!” he whines defensively before you can even reprimand him.

choso’s stomach caves, his need to release only growing stronger, unbearable. his head droops to the left, hanging dumbly over his shoulder as his hard jaw falls slack. sable wisps of hair fall to cover his crossing eyes, occluding his vision whilst his thick brows knit as one, scrunching his pretty face in utter rapture. whimper after desperate whimper spills from his tongue, his delirious gaze following the repetitive jerk of the fleshlight up his drooling cock.

over and over and over again you fuck him to the base, repeatedly pumping up and down the entire length of his poor cock with that infuriating little toy. choso can hardly help the near feral buck of his hips, so you take it upon yourself to ground him. swiftly, you’re swinging a leg over his shuddering body to straddle his tensing quadriceps, keeping him still.

his heavy head is woozily craning back, a defeated groan pouring from his gaped mouth as you sit face to face. he almost can’t help but to lean forward, deliriously searching for your lips, yet you back away, a teasing little smile marring your face. you maintain a frustrating amount of distance between the two of you as you mindlessly jerk his cock with that measly toy.

“pleaseee…” it’s merely a strangled breath lost between his whimpering pants, his hips still attempting to buck beneath the weight of your body, “baby, please can i cum? i’ve been such a good boy, why are you doing this to me? fuck, i can’t take it!”

“yes, you can.” you affirm, leaning forward to plant a kiss in the middle of his perspiring forehead. “you can and you will, because if you cum, it’ll be so much worse for you.” a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose. “i’m being nice.” you hum, another kiss to the corner of his wet, parted lips.

choso swallows what feels like a brick, his slick bottom lip trembling in… fear? anticipation? still, his lips continue to chase yours and you let him, dodging kiss after desperate kiss, stringing him along so far that he swears he’ll pass away right here with his cock shoved in a fucking toy. he huffs out a throaty moan of frustration, the pretty veins in his neck straining against his pale skin.

“hah, baby i caaaan’t… i’m — fuck!” a long, desperate wail of pleasure drags from his widening mouth, his cock lewdly twitching inside of the jerking fleshlight. pathetic rivulets of treacly white cum spills down to his balls as his hips stutter beneath you. “m’cumming! fuck fuck fuck… i’m sorry! i’m so sorry.”

his head is falling back to knock against the headboard in relief, but it’s short lived because you’re fucking the toy down his cock even harder, faster. choso’s brows furrow in utter bewilderment, his gasping breaths stalling to a halt before he shakes his head, mouth stupidly wide, yet nothing is uttered.

“no no no! god, it’s t… too much.” he slurs, desperately pulling at his restraints. “it’s too much! it’s too much!”

“and it’s too bad too, huh?” you click your tongue, gaze hardened and mean. “such a disobedient boy… and to think i was being so kind to you after that shit you pulled earlier.” disappointedly, you shake your head, your grip around the fleshlight tightening, “touchin’ yourself while i’m away… you knew this would happen.”

choso whines at your curt, honeyed voice, poor cock throbbing at the way your words cut through the thickening air like the perfect, double edged sword — he’s far too drunk to decide whether to cower in fear or to cum so deep inside of that toy once more from utter enthrallment. it doesn’t take long for him to reach a verdict as he’s unapologetically pumping out yet another pathetic load of cum.

violently, his body convulses as you force another orgasm out of him and god, does he sound pretty — so unabashed and raw and fucked. his voice so hoarse, yet submissively pure that it makes your heart swell in a way that you almost feel bad for him.

almost.

choso writhes beneath you, individual toes separating in his overstimulation as his knees bend upward in a vain attempt to escape, but he’s unintentionally pushing you further up his body and still, you don’t fucking stop. the poor fleshlight is stuffed to the brim with everything him. so full that thick, pearlescent tufts of cum messily spill out the confines of the toy, coating his crotch in his own filth.

you swipe the pad of your index along the mess of cum, collecting his release before shoving it into his gaped mouth with a knowing smile. choso lets off the prettiest cry as he swallows around your finger, tasting his syrupy arousal with a pathetic hum of satisfaction.

“you… you’re g-gonna kill me.” he barely makes out, your fingers still pressed against his warm tongue. “you’re gonna f— fucking kill me.”

“no,” you smile, flashing your teeth almost carnally, “but i’ll sure try.”

choso’s head cranes back to rest against the headboard, his gaze fixated on the ceiling above, almost as if he’s praying to god that he’ll have mercy on his poor, battered soul. quickly, he realizes that no one is listening because as you’re tossing the fleshlight to the ruffled sheets and pushing your soiled panties aside, he swears his life flashes before his eyes.

“fuck.”

[suksatoru]

keigo's real laugh is nothing, if not music.

there's a front keigo uses when it comes to other people—a barrier he wasn't even aware existed. his faux laugh was easygoing. it was short, and it was charming. he used it whenever he was talking to the higher ups or his colleagues. hell, he used it when he spoke to anyone. he's never been able to share the intimacy of a real laugh with another person before.

secretly, he was envious of those strangers he'd hear every once in a while. whether it was on patrol, or if he was just strolling into a coffee shop—ordinary citizens, people, humans, we're always laughing around him.

it could be huffs of air, odd squeaks or giggles—people with heaving chests, people chuckling, people snorting, people wheezing—but keigo knew a real laugh when he heard one.

which was odd, because he hadn't heard his own real laugh until you.

you're tucked into keigo's side, half awake and half asleep as you stumble forward. your eyes are barely open—and you're so drunk that keigo can already imagine the headache his poor baby is going to have tomorrow morning

"c'mon songbird, up up up."

he takes off your clothes and makeup, changing you quickly into your nightgown as you talk. you babble on about anything and everything that comes to your mind as he works—keigo kneels in front of you, smiling softly as he slowly unravels your dress and takes off your silvery shiny heels—he pulls on your nightdress, and grabs your favorite fluffy socks before tugging them up and over your feet

"kei baby," you whisper, and he glances up at you as he finishes taking off the last bit of your jewelery. he places your earrings into the little gold box you have on his desk as his warm hands wrap around your waist. he hums quietly as you suddenly place your palms flat on his chest, shoving him

he falls onto the bed with a soft oof! before sending you a confused smile

"shh...let me think, kei."

keigo folds his legs, amusement shining bright in his eyes as he watches you. your hair falls from its updo in wisps, framing your face as you stand in deep thought near the edge of your shared bed—hand on your jaw as you tilt your head

your smirk forms slowly. it's small, sly, silly and so drunk as you suddenly kneel onto the bed. you crawl towards keigo and fasten your knees on both sides of his hips—straddling him as he blinks up in surprise, not expecting your warm mouth to begin trailing kisses up his neck

sexy, is all keigo can think as a soft sigh escapes his lips. he's just about to kiss you back—when suddenly, you speak up.

"are you my appendix? because i have this funny feeling riiiight here that makes me feel like i should take you out." you whisper seductively, gliding his palm towards your tummy and under your nightgown

keigo blinks once. twice. before he stutters with his response. he tries to form even just one word—but he can't. and suddenly, he's falling apart—he's laughing so hard that he can't fucking breathe.

you blink in response, tilting your head adorably in confusion. you thought that was a good pick up line! but keigo's face is flushed for an entirely different reason other than being flustered, and his lips are stretched into a toothy grin. you're concerned for the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he's suddenly wheezing, and god, his eyes are shining with tears.

"oh-oh baby, i fucking love you."

you're slapping his arm, whining and pouting about how he ruined the moment. but your tone—your very serious face while uttering the absolute worst pick up line keigo has ever heard has him struggling to breathe in his fits of laughter

but you can't even try to be mad. because keigo's eyes are crinkling with genuine joy, and his hands are pressing you to his chest, and this laugh is so authentic—it bubbles all the way from his belly, so heartfelt and silly that you can't help but giggle along with him

"it was good, right? are you feeling—heh, turned on?"

keigo's smile is breathtaking. no wonder he's on so many magazine covers every month. finally—he leans forward, pressing his warm mouth against yours in a soft kiss as he cradles your face with both of his palms

"yeah, baby. never felt more hot and bothered... you know, 'm gonna marry you one day." he murmurs against your lips as you squirm in his lap

"nuh uh. who said i'll say yes?"

he laughs again. it's softer this time, and he maneuvers you carefully back into bed. you look like an angry kitten when you glare at him, but he only grins in response as he tucks you in—tugging the soft comforter up and over your body before getting into bed himself. he pulls you on top of him, gliding his hand up the back of your thigh all the way up until he's at the base of your spine

"you make me very happy, ya'know that songbird?"

you hum in reply, eyes already drooping close as your hold on keigo tightens just the slightest bit. his wings naturally fold to wrap around you—cocooning you in his hold.

he can see you're too tired to respond, your eyes are already slipping close when he presses a kiss onto your forehead

he admires you quietly, thanking the cosmos for allowing him to have this one good thing in life. you're drooling all over his shirt, and keigo wouldn't ever wish to have someone else laying beside him at night.

[faghubby]

New Years Party

"I don't care, I am tired of everyone thinking I am a cheating bitch" Lynn told me. She had informed me she had invited Brent to our New Year Eve party. Brent was the guy she had been cuckolding me with for the past 15 months. It had started when I confessed that I wanted to see her get fucked by a well hung man for my birthday. After some discussion she made it happen. I watched as some guy she met online fucked her silly with a thick 8 inch cock. After that she was hooked. Although I didn't get to watch. Sometimes I got a video or Pic. But she was much more comfortable with me not there.

Then she met Brent. He was a nice guy. We had even taken him with us on our vacation to Mexico a few months ago. I got to watch Lynn take all 9 inches of his cock down her throat. They also let me watch as Brent fucked her up against a building as people walked by. It was all sex between them. After she would come to me to cuddle and be held. We had not had sex since the very first time she cucked me. Almost 2 years ago. I settled for a handjobs. On my birthday and anniversary. Occasionally another thrown in. Mostly she liked when I took care of it myself as she cuddled with me. Or jumped her leg as I licked her pussy. We had played with me eating my own cum. Lynn told me I could if I wanted to. But she didn't care either way. As for cream pies they always used a condom.

But even as discreet as we tried go be, people had seen Lynn out with Brent. My mother pulled me aside on Christmas to tell me Lynn was having an affair.

"Lynn please they won't understand" I pleaded.

"So I am the freak. You are the one who wanted me to find a lover" Lynn spat. I was rock hard at the thought of being exposed but at the same time terrified. Everyone we knew would be at the party. Maybe it would be okay, I could explain they where just good friends.

Lynn went to see Brent that very night. I masterbated to the thought of being exposed in front of everyone. Lynn came home with a wierd look on her face. I was already in bed reading.

"I did something" she smirked. She pulled up her skirt and her panties where soaked. "We didn't use a condom. She climbed on top of me she hovered herself right above my head.

"What do you think?" She asked I grabbed her and pulled her to me I sucked and licked her dirty panties. She lifted herself again and I tore her panties off. She dropped and let me clean Brent's from her. I was humping the air as I did. I couldn't get enough. Even after I had gotten all of Brent's spank out of her I didn't stop. Until she came three times.

"OH my god I am never using a condom again" she gasped catching her breath. "You didn't tell me you loved cum so much" she laughed as my dick bobbed in the air still. She grabbed my dick and stroked me. It only took a few strokes and I exploded. She caught some and had me lick her hand.

"It's all stuck in your hair. Maybe you should shave it so next time you can eat it all" Lynn told me. Getting up to get ready for bed. I was still up when she returned.

"Paul would you eat Brent's sperm out of my ass as well?" She asked.

I had not even know she had let Brent have her ass. She had never let me.

"I guess if you" I said meekly.

"Really, Brent loves taking me anally. Just thought you say no" she laughed. "Guess have to buy some edible lube then" then turned out the light.

In the shower the next morning I shaved my pubic hair off. When I came out Lynn noticed.

"Is there any other things you like to try, and are afraid to tell me?" Lynn asked. She was being very understanding she truly wanted to know. I just shook my head no.

"Are you sure, would you like me to play with your ass?" She smirked. I turned and looked at her. "Would you like to suck Brent's big cock?" She asked. "Maybe wear some of my things, panties prehaps?" I just shook my head. But made me think. Lynn didn't push it just kissed me good morning and went to make breakfast.

We had alot of work to do to get set up for the party tonight. Andy, Lynns sister and her husband Tom came over to help. I knew Lynn had told Andy everything. So I wasn't surprised when I walked in to them whispering about me eating Brent's cum.

"Welcome to the club" Andy smiled. "Should reconsider some nice soft panties" she laughed. I looked around panicked wondering where Tom was. Andy saw my nervousness "Don't worry I don't keep secrets from Tom" she smirked as I went pale. Who else knew?

I spent the rest of the day wondering what Tom thought about me. As usual my Mom arrived early. She gave Lynn the cold shoulder. I was busy playing host when Brent arrived it was about 11. Lynn ran over and gave him a big long kiss. Making several people stop and take notice. Lynn then lead him around the room introducing him to everyone as her lover. My mother rushed over to me.

"Stop her, the tramp is airing all your dirty laundry" my mother told me. Before I could respond Lynn walked up to us.

"Mary, I like you to meet the man your son begs me to sleep with" she leaned in and whispered something in my mother's ear. My mother excepted Brent's hand.

"Lynn I owe you an apology" my mother told her.

"Nonsense, anyone would of thought the same thing" Lynn told her. They all ignored me.

"I wonder if I should of had him talk to someone as a child when I caught him trying on my things" my mother whispered. I blushed as Lynn's eyes lit up.

"More secrets?" She smiled and shuffled off with Brent.

"Come with me" my mother ushered me upstairs. "You should of told me you couldn't satisfy Lynn. Did you think I wouldn't understand that" my mother told me. "Well now everyone knows so no more misunderstandings"

"I am sorry mom, I just" I almost started to cry.

"Brent seems like a very capable handsome man. So no worry about me getting any grandchildren" she told me. And went back downstairs. I was stunned my mother not only was okay with this she wanted grandkids from Brent? Before I could get myself together and head back downstairs. Andy barged in.

"Where is Lynn's panty drawer?" She asked me. Surprised I just pointed to the closet. She grabbed my hand.

"Pick one out?" She told me.

"For what?" I asked

"To wear, silly." She told me.

"Andy I am not wearing panties" I told her. She shoved her hand down my pants.

"When was the last time she touched you?" I was rock hard as my sister in law held my dick. "It's not very big. And feels like my finger is fatter then it. Lynn didn't tell me you shaved" she laughed.

"Pick out a pair" she smiled. I picked out a pair of black satin ones I loved when Lynn wore them. Andy pulled my pants and underwear down. She watched as I changed into Lynn's panties. She then lifted her skirt. And pushed my head to her crotch.

"Do you like my panties?" She asked. I licked her panties.

"Stop that, I am your sister in law. And I have a very satisfying husband" she told me.

"Should I make you go back downstairs or wait here till midnight. I think wait here for Lynn wearing just her panties. I locked the door after Andy left and sat there listening to the party. Hearing the countdown. Then a knock on the door.

"Paul, it's Lynn" I unlocked the door. Lynn quickly closed it behind her. She kissed me.

"I missed you for the kiss" she told me stepping back to admire me in her panties.

"Paul, you can wear my things any time you like. Or we could get you your own that fit better." She assured me. "Now Brent is spending the night. So you can sleep in the spare room." She told me. "I think Fran and Jack are staying over a bit to much to drink" she rubbed me thru the panties. "I want you to not play with this. Until you see me again in the morning. I will wake you up full of Brent's cum." She told me.

"Now I know you licked Andy, so as punishment I want you to kneel right here" I knelt down and Brent walked in.

"Lick his big cock" Lynn told me. I panicked as Brent pulled his cock out. "Shh you don't have to suck it just give it a kiss" she told me. I leaned in and gave it a peck. Lynn looked at me disappointed so I leaned in again and licked it from the base to the head and kissed the tip. I stood up.

"Thank you for all the pleasure you bring my wife" I said to Brent then rushed to the spare bedroom just wearing the satin panties. Between the drinking and stress I fell asleep immediately. I woke to the sun shinning in the room as Lynn climbed on the small twin bed. And lowered herself to my eagerly waiting tounge.

"Everyone knows now baby, so no need to hide anything anymore" Lynn told me as she spun around I continued to orally please her she teased me thru the satin panties.

"Maybe you like to clean Brent's big cock next time too" she told me as I made a mess in the black satin panties.

[arkangelo-7]

Oh my God! Yes! 👏

I love the idea of Bruce being super protective and meticulous when it comes to his suit. Because although it’s really fucking durable and basically its own weapon, the suit is also really really delicate because of the sheer complexity of it. There’s so many little components and pieces that, when not put together properly, can make the suit unwieldy and inefficient; there’s also a bunch of weapons, tools, and dangerous equipment hidden in there, so if you don’t know what you’re doing there’s a really high chance that you could hurt yourself trying to put it on. It’s fitted to his proportions, too, so just by attempting to put it on, someone could accidentally stab themselves with that batarang in the hidden pocket by his thigh or lose circulation to their left arm because Bruce keeps that area tightened for grappling-related reasons.

But on top of all of the safety reasons, Bruce’s suit is special because it’s his. Sure, it’s been through like eighty million upgrades, but to him it’s still the same suit that he wore that first night out in Gotham. It’s nostalgic. And similarly to how someone wouldn’t like their siblings/parents/friends/etc., stealing their shit and doing whatever they want with it, Bruce gets fucking mean when people try and mess with his suit.

He’ll tolerate his kids climbing around on it, but the minute they try to play with the straps or touch his utility belt, they’re done; and god forbid a leaguer try to prank him by messing with his armor… Batman will legitimate go on a reign of terror.

But with Clark? It’s… different.

Clark is the most powerful being in the world, but he’s also kind and silly and a little awkward, and above all that he’s a really, really good person. Bruce trusts him, in a way that’s different from the way he trusts the other Leaguers (they’re more his colleagues and underlings) and his kids (he will always, always prioritize their safety despite how much he trusts them).

So it makes sense that he’d entrust Clark with information about his suit. Because he trusts that Clark would never use that information against him, trusts that Clark won’t abuse that power, trusts that Clark respects what Bruce’s cowl means to him and that he’ll honor it with the upmost respect.

And he’s entirely correct. Clark treats the suit with reverence whenever he has to change Bruce into it or help him out of it for medical reasons, etc.. Not only because he understands the gravity of what that type of show of trust means to Bruce, but also because that suit is the last line of defense between Bruce, a mortal, and the hundreds of aliens/gods/metas consistently trying to kill his best friend… So, yeah, he appreciates that suit, and he’ll do his damnest to make sure he knows everything about it

You know how Superman can super-change into his outfits? Do you think that if they’re in a rush, Bruce taught him all the ins and outs of the batsuit so he can change them both at super speed? Like no matter how fast that guy has taught himself how to get in and out of that thing (because you know he has) sometimes it has to be literally instant.

It’s like an insane show of trust, not many people know all the little tiny details that get updated every few months, the close batfamily might know how to take of pieces in case of emergency and the exact contents and placements of his belt, but Clark has a lot of hands on experience and the symbolism of him putting Bruce’s cowl on for him is neat too.

[brotherwtf]

OMG MORE BUCKY ACCIDENTALLY HURTING BUCK PLS

Or just John in general panicking over Gale, thinking he said something wrong and hurt his feelings or made him mad

John overthinking the smallest change in gales tone or something omg pls more im desperate begging on my knees

Then Gale has to reassure him like a bigillion times or whatever pls 🥺🥺🥺

omg yes John is a D1 worrier for Gale even though Gale often times is completely fine.... John just can't stand the thought of his darling getting hurt :((

I think this manifests itself heavily whenever John drinks or gets super drunk, maybe there's a point in the night when it's no longer fun and he just gets incredibly guilty for drinking, thinks Gale is going to be so upset at him for drinking because he reminds him of his father and everything so he just immediately starts to spiral

omg what if he's flailing his arms around like the dumbass he is, super drunk and careless and happy and he accidentally whacks Gale in the face, causes his nose to bleed and everything.... oh my God John would be DISTRAUGHT

Gale rushing to the bathroom so he doesn't bleed all over his uniform and John in his drunken stupor almost fucking cries because of how guilty he feels, first he gets super drunk and then he hurts Gale, he should be sent to the ninth ring of hell for doing such a thing to him

Brady eventually has to be the voice of reason and tells John to "get over himself and go help him" because he's just grovelling at the bar blaming himself for hurting Gale and he lights up like a damn puppy being told he's going on a walk and rushes to the bathroom to help clean Gale up

but when he sees Gale bent over the sink with blood dripping down his face he just gets so distraught again, immediately rushing over to Gale and ripping paper towels and haphazardly dabbing them on Gale's face to try and smear the blood off of him, apologizing under his breath the entire time while Gale tries to reassure him he's okay

and John just gets so fucking worked up again seeing Gale bleeding down his face knowing that he caused this, almost starts crying again because he would never ever ever do this on purpose and now Gale's hurt because of him, probably hates him because he got drunk and hit him like his father did and now John's just like his father and and and

but Gale just grabs John's wrists and lowers them, talks to him in that calming voice he uses to talk down privates after a hard mission, like he would a scared animal and just assures him that he's okay, it was an accident, Gale knows that John would never do it on purpose, but John's emotions are heightened by the alcohol and all he can feel is guilt for hurting Gale

that damn boy when will he realize that Gale is absolutely and irrevocably in love with him and could never get mad at him, especially not over a silly mistake like this.... the only thing that brings John down from the ledge is Gale's tender kiss because he needs that reward system like that

this was so cutesy :(( love John being a huge simp for Gale I think we should do this more

[kenziedrawz]

ooughhhh, au idea...

So, basically, Rui's the dark lord planning to destroy the world and the white knights ( Tsukasa, Mizuki, Akito and Shiho(+ Toya(he's a runaway prince)) are againt that.

The story takes place over a few years, beginning when the wk's graduate from their magic academy and become white knights and then progressing into Rui's take over.

BUT HERE'S THE THING.

Rui was actually forced into being the dark lord by an enemy kingdom(probably Toya's old kingdom if I feel like it) so that the Kingdom where the white knights are serving is forced to form an alliance with them in order for them to stop Rui.

Of course this goes horribly wrong because whoops Rui's actually a magical prodigy and sets out to destroy the kingdom that made him first because it's the closest. He does remember much except for a tragic past(that's pretty much a lie... mostly.) which made him hate the world.

okay SECOND PLOT TWIST TIME; Tsukasa and Rui and the other White Knights were pretty much friends!(minus Shiho she was off being gay with the rest of Leo/Need/hj) But those memories of Rui being friends with them were removed( except for the memory of Mizuki being his friend, they stay winning.)

Mizuki basically works as a double cross here, they're working for both Rui and the White Knights but plan to betray Rui so he can be brought back to his senses(hopefully)

Oh and angsty time, when it's time for what's hopefully the final battle pretty much everyone goes to a safe underground bunker. Kasa and the other white knights visit to make sure everything is in order and when they are leaving Tsukasa uses his magic to lock Akito and the others in the bunker.

The thing is, Tsukasa knows that they'll die, he doesn't wanna see the people he cares about die so he's locking them all in a safe place and going out to face Rui himself. And he also tells Shiho and Akito to look after Saki and Toya for him because he knows he's not gonna make it out alive. But he's gonna bring Rui down with him or die trying.

And when he fights Rui in this final battle hoo boy is it angsty.

(Oh yeah and Rui has fought the White knights before and each time he fights Tsukasa he gets a glimpse into his real memories)

Tsukasa physically and mentally exhausts himself, because not only is he fighting Rui but he's also expending his mana to keep up the spell that's locking the other white knights in the bunker. Tsukasa eventually collapses but forces himself up again only for Rui to force him back down onto his knees.

it's angsty, but also hurt/comfort-y because Rui is doubting his motivations and dark lord thing at this point. And Rui kneels down in front of Tsukasa and fuckin holds he fucking face and when Tsukasa finally passes out thats the trigger for Rui's real memories to come back.

cue even more angst because Rui feels horrible about himself because back when he was an academy student he legit just wanted to help people and make the world better for everyone and I almost cried thinking this and I have places to be so I'll continue this later-

[recareels]

getting emotional over the fact that mr reca really would guide you, just as a good director is supposed to, but would still retain the authority to make executive decisions if he felt your choices were not beneficial to your film (life) or your growth as an actor (person)

[ibeewashere]

I genuinely cannot describe how deeply DEVASTATED I am about riz being the only one who can take stress tokens for the others. Yes fig is a protector and will fight endlessly for her friends and I love that about her but there is something about the way riz loves his friends. It’s a more subtle kind of love, but just as relentless and passionate and he will take any burden for the people he cares about and bear the weight of it on his shoulders so they don’t have to deal with it without any hesitation. I am ILL.

[wu-wakfu-undertale]

Re-watching wakfu for the first time in years and s1 Yugo was so silly???

dude discovered he could make portals at will and his first thought after actually acknowledging it is "i can do so many cool pranks with this"

[necrotic-nephilim]

What's so fun about BruJay as a ship is Jason's sheer obsessive devotion to Bruce. Jason is possessive over Bruce, to the point he doesn't care about the deaths of others so long as he has Bruce's attention. A part of the UTRH arc this isn't talked about enough is that Bludhaven fucking explodes mid-way and Jason won't let Bruce see if Dick is alive.

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A lot of discussion about UTRH paints Jason as this anger-driven cold, calculating machine up against Bruce when it's so clear that his love for Bruce is what drives him at his root, even if he won't acknowledge it. He says it himself, he would've done anything if it was Bruce who'd died instead of him and his anger is rooted in that possessive devotion not being reciprocated.

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BruJay as a ship always to be, to some level, unrequited. Even if Bruce loves Jason back in that way, he'll never be that obsessed with Jason. Jason will always view Bruce's love for Dick or Tim to be a distraction, proof that Bruce isn't dedicated enough to him. Jason has the need to always have Bruce's attention, even when it could come at the cost of Bruce's other loved ones. Something something cannibalism as a metaphor for love in how Jason wants to consume Bruce's whole existence. He can't let Bruce leave him again, can't let Bruce love or grieve anyone else. Forcing Bruce to choose between Jason and the Joker isn't just about confronting Jason's killer, it's about confronting the other person who exists as this duality with Bruce and consumes so much of Bruce's life. That's the role Jason wants to fill, calling himself Red Hood and forcing Bruce to look at what he's become. But still loving Bruce and wanting more than anything for Bruce to reciprocate that love in the way that Jason understands. I just think it's good soup and rife with Dynamics that are underexplored with them.

[fjordline]

What are you even supposed to do after you finish reading something that cannot be beat. I felt like that after finishing Golden Kamuy, but now I'm really fucking feeling it after just finishing Usogui. That was the most insane incredible experience I've ever had reading a manga. I kneel.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

[creep3r-chan]

oh my god

Oh my god

Tiny Jade...

[b1g-ju1cy]

Hello tumblR how is everyo

They are making me ill /pos

[goldiipond]

val showed off my balloon smp piece on stream and said it's one of the most gorgeous pieces they've ever received i am genuinely going to fucking cryyyy. YUUUUUUP