#possibly losing it at Tim looking fucking amazing

[blueshadesfandomstuff]

Yes! Love it

Typical role dustribution

[suzukiblu]

If you are still taking requests I would love some Jason Todd!

There's a couple of ways to ID a soulmate, but the traditional–and usual–one is a kiss. Basically any exchange of bodily fluids will do it, of course, but most people kiss way before they get around to fucking bareback and a kiss is also definitely less likely to result in hepatitis than swapping blood with strangers. And, like, it's also more romantic and that tends to appeal to people more even when the involved soulmates aren't actually romantic. Like it's way easier to laugh off that one time you slipped your destined BFF tongue than it is to explain a bloodborne illness to your GP.

So naturally, Jason finds out who his soulmate is by accidentally bleeding all over the guy in the middle of a random stupid throwdown with supervillains in San Francisco.

Also, naturally said guy is Tim's boyfriend who still justifiably hates Jason's ass for all the fucked up shit he's done and said to Tim.

Jason is pretty sure this would count as another reason for Superboy to hate his ass, except the one mercy in this situation is that Superboy was unconscious for their accidental blood-swap, so he at least doesn't know they're soulmates.

The lucky bastard.

Fuck everything, Jason thinks, and then resolves to never think about it again. Which he doesn't, because even having a thought around Bruce is basically the same thing as handing the bastard a signed confession.

It sucks, admittedly? Like, Jason's not gonna pretend it doesn't suck. He didn't ever think he'd get a coffee shop meet-cute with his soulmate, assuming he had enough of a soul left to actually have one, but he'd at least expected to get somebody who wasn't already dating the brother he's treated worst and who did not, ideally, hate his guts.

Or who at least hated his guts in a sexy way that could result in a nice enemies-with-benefits situation to spice up his sex life and maybe hopefully one day evolve into . . . he doesn't know, frenemies-with-benefits? Or something?

Superboy is not gonna be up for cheating on his boyfriend with said boyfriend's adoptive brother, Jason is very damn sure. For one thing, if he was, Jason wouldn't want to fuck him anyway, much less be his soulmate. Jason is a murderer and a bastard but he is also a ride or die, okay, and he doesn't give a shit what the universe says, there is no damn way that he'd accept a soulmate like that.

Also, like, since the accidental blood-swap went down, now when they get close enough there's an empathy bond going and Jason can absolutely feel how fucking <i>besotted</i> Superboy is by every little thing Tim does and says and just is.

And he can also feel how much the guy hates him.

Jason has never had better control of his pit rage than since realizing that if Superboy ever felt it, it'd be absolutely undeniably obvious what it was and where it was coming from.

It is fucking amazing what a desperate person can get a handle on. Like, really.

Jason went to fucking therapy for this shit. It sucks and he hates it and he wants to burn down the whole stupid office every time, but he's still going every week because fuck forbid he lose control enough that somebody realize something is up.

Jason's self-control is not helped by the fact that Superboy has his own anger issues, but it's not like they get all that close to each other all that often anyway. He very rarely has to worry about Superboy picking up on anything from him. Mostly he just has to worry about not being any worse to Tim than he already has been and making excuses to avoid any situation that Superboy might theoretically pop up in. He has absolutely no designs on fucking up Tim's relationship. Ever.

He guesses he and Superboy could have a platonic bond, admittedly. Like, that's possible.

Except Superboy constantly insists on wearing a painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather and strappy belts and looking like a porn star parody of a superhero, along with regularly smirking like a cocky asshole who just so happens to be the second coming of sin, and Jason has a very difficult time not finding all of that just unspeakably hot, so that seems unlikely.

So yeah, Jason's definitely not telling anyone that they're soulmates. Possibly ever. At least not as long as Superboy and Tim are still into each other and in undeniably perfect romantic love, anyway.

It's not like Jason's waiting for them to break up or something, or for the probably likelier but much more upsetting option that is Tim fucking dying. He's a bastard, again, but he's not that kind of a bastard.

He really hopes this is just one of those bullshit bonds that don't actually become relevant until the involved bondmates are, like, octogenarians or whatever. Which is not something Jason would've ever expected to want from his soulmate, but Jason also did not ever expect his soulmate to turn out to be Tim's boyfriend, so yeah. Well, life's a bitch and also full of surprises.

It's impossible to always avoid Superboy, all things considered, but Jason usually can, and thanks to Bat-training and his time with the League and just who he is as a person he's very good at keeping his emotions on lockdown when the dude's around without it actually looking like he's keeping his emotions on lockdown. Mostly he just ignores him and acts like he thinks he's irrelevant, and Superboy seems perfectly happy with that.

But again, it's impossible to always avoid him, and they're on the same side and everything, more or less. Jason therefore can't technically bitch about the guy randomly landing in the middle of his rooftop stakeout wearing that cocky asshole smirk of his and also his painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather.

Or he couldn't, except that it is very obviously not actually Superboy wearing all those things. For starters, Superboy never wears that smirk when he's looking at Jason.

For another thing, Jason knows his own damn soulmate when he sees him. Like, he is not actually that oblivious or stupid a person as to not recognize his own damn soulmate.

"Hey, man," fake Superboy greets casually as his boots hit the roof. Jason runs the internal numbers on whether or not fake Superboy has real Kryptonian powers and decides better safe than sorry, then hits the panic button hidden in the collar of his jacket as he turns to fully face him, making the gesture look like an idle adjustment.

"Robin need something?" he asks, cocking his head questioningly. Seems wisest to pretend like he's falling for this bullshit, whatever it is. Especially if Kryptonian powers are currently a concern.

"Naw," the fake Superboy says, his smirk widening crookedly. "This one's an . . . off-the-books social call, as it were."

"Oh, we make social calls, now?" Jason asks dryly, resisting the irrational urge to hit his panic button again. Not actually a helpful urge, that. The thing's already streaming live audio and video to Oracle and the Batcomputer to get everyone in the loop on what the problem is, that's all that matters. Extra hitting would just make it likelier that fake Superboy might notice something.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you, Hood," fake Superboy says as his smirk turns into a wicked grin, and steps towards Jason with very familiar and incredibly unsubtle body language that, again, has never once been directed towards him.

Goddammit.

Well, good thing Jason hit his panic button, because there is no damn way this is ending well. He's never actually used the thing before, it's a recent addition to his gear now that he and the Bats are actually mostly working together again, but he already appreciates said addition very, very much.

Assuming that Bruce is packing kryptonite tonight, anyway.

Fuck, he'd better be.

. . . also assuming that whoever this fake Superboy is happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Or at least currently happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Jason's not sure if this is like a bodyswap situation or a more traditional possession or just a doppelganger or a shapeshifter, but who the hell even knows. Not mind control, he's pretty sure, unless it's the kind that really fucks with somebody's personality. Like, yes, that is Superboy's body language and Superboy's facial expressions and even Superboy's microexpressions, but it's just . . . not Superboy behind any of it. Like, very obviously not.

. . . weirdly obviously, actually. Like, Jason's really feeling the uncanny valley right now.

Ugh.

Well, hopefully this person or thing or weird psychic projection thinks he's fucking stupid.

"Did you now," Jason says, eyeing fake Superboy through his helmet. Schooling his expression doesn't really matter right now, except of course X-ray vision is a thing, so actually never mind, maybe it does. Again: goddammit.

Definitely gonna need to keep a handle on his heart rate here.

"Eh, what can I say, Rob was being a basic bitch again and I got bored," fake Superboy says with a dismissive shrug, which is something Jason would pistol-whip the real Superboy for saying but at least provides him a pretty solid script to go off while he waits for reinforcements to show.

He'd rather be making with the pistol-whipping, though.

[spacedace]

hey in your tags you mentioned a “batfam leverage au” can u explain what that is

Happily! :D

So I'm not sure if you're familiar with the show Leverage, but the quick summary is that it's about a group of "bad guys" (a hacker, a hitter, a grifter, a theif and the mastermind that directs them all) that help people who have been hurt by the rich and powerful by using their skills to pull heists and cons on the bad guy of the episode to ruin them and get back whatever was taken/right whatever was made wrong.

It's an amazing show that I can't recommend enough, very clever, very funny, big found family vibes and an OT3 that's *this close* to being canon (and has been supported by the writers). The heists are amazing and it's all around an AMAZING show.

Anyway, the BatPham Leverage Au is basically just: a collection of DP & BatFam members join together to make a robin hood heist team like in the show Leverage. I have a couple versions of the BatPham Leverage AU rattling around my head, but most fleshed out right now are:

Business of Family - the Uncle Oz AU (Penguin Adopts Jazz & Danny): My plan for this story is for Jazz and Danny to decide to start running heists in Gotham on the people in the city that tend to fly under Batman's radar but who are still very much doing a lot of harm to the city and it's people. The Leverage AU part of this story is going to have Jazz as the Mastermind, Jason as the Hitter, Tim as the Hacker, Danny as the Thief/Maker (basically engineer), and Elle as the Grifter (shapeshifting Elle for the win lol).

Another Leverage AU I've been thinking about for awhile but that I haven't turned into a story yet is one where Team Phantom (Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker & Elle) are tasked with finding and returning various Infinite Realm artifacts that have ended up in the mortal world. And for some reason Gotham has just so many Infinite Realm artifacts in it. Like most of the artifacts in the world are in Gotham for some wild reason (it's Gotham there doens't need to be more of a reason).

They're on the run from the GIW/Fentons, so they're trying not to advertise any ghostly/liminal powers if they can help it, so they largely do heists without powers (minus Tucker doing all his hacking and everything from the Ghost Zone and some occasional invisibility/intangibility when it's called for, but they really do try and keep any power use to a minimum).

In this AU, Jazz is the Mastermind (again, because I love that role for her haha), Tucker is the Hacker, but that's when I can't quite decide who should be who.

I love the idea of Sam being a Hitter, but I think she'd be able to play Grifter pretty well knowing the rich as well as she does, Danny would love being a Hitter and being able to fuck some assholes' shit up while being completely feral but he could also still be a good Thief. Elle could go either Grifter again, but I like her as a Theif in this one, maybe running into Damian in the vents while she's trying to get into a vault or something lol. (I think it'd go with Danny: Hitter, Sam: Grifter, Elle: Thief, but I have no idea if that'll stick if/when I ever write this lol)

Whatever the team looks like, because there are so many artifacts in Gotham & because they can't just use their powers willy-nilly to grab them and run, they're going to be in Gotham for a long time, possibly years. Which means they need some kind of side hustle to pay the bills, which leads them to doing more heists, but this time on various rich assholes that deserve to lose a bunch of money.

Eventually they get on the Bats radar, and there'd be some fun cat & mouse back and forth with the BatFam trying to catch the Phantom Crew (Danny shouldn't be allowed to name things, but he already told Red Robin that was their team name before anyone could stop him). Eventually the GIW do show up and things start getting even more complicated (and maybe someone activates an artifact, resulting in a powerful entity being released in Gotham that they all have to team up to fight).

I have no name for this au other than the DP X DC Leverage Au, but I do know that'll have plenty of Anger Management, Brain Dead (or really Brain Dead + Everlasting Trio, don't know what the ship name for that is), Serious Chaos.

It'll also have Batman aggressively trying to adopt them all because he doesn't actually have anything against them stealing from these assholes as long as they don't hurt anyone. They're acting outside of the law yes but they're doing it in order to give justice to those who have been made victims by the system and he's all about that (the real final battle of the story is between Bruce & Selina who both want to adopt the Pham, who would like to know if they get a say in any of this - they don't).

[augustvandyne]

Neeeeeeed some Angela lopez x reader FLUFFFF🫶🏼🫶🏼

okay babes!

sick day

You should’ve just bought a coat, or used one of Angelas, because now you’re both out sick, and no use to the station.

Your girlfriend had tried to convince you plenty of times to just buy a winter coat, but you wanted to stick it out.

As a kid, you couldn’t ever afford a coat, so you never really had one. But now you could afford twenty winter coats if you wanted them.

But you still don’t own one.

Your sickness had been incoming since yesterday, when you had woken up with a small stuffed nose, and a minor sore throat.

And Angela, well, you were gonna try to keep her away from you for most of the day so you wouldn’t get her sick, but that went out the window when you were assigned to patrol with her.

She was a clingy lover, in private. So she loved to kiss you, and do whatever she wanted with you, especially when you two shared the same shop.

You tried to tell her about your sore throat and your stuffed up nose, but she kept telling you she didn’t care, and kept kissing you anyway.

You bet she was starting to think that wasn’t such a good idea, now that you’d both woken up with hoarse voices and weren’t able to get out of bed.

You didn’t mind Angela being sick, though, because her sick voice was almost as hot as her morning voice.

The two of you were going to spend the day taking care of each other, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

It was hard, but the two of you did eventually drag yourselves out of the bed, and onto the couch.

You’d called your best friend at the station, Lucy, to bring you and your girlfriend some soup, which you knew would lead to a whole basket.

But that was better than nothing at all.

Her and Tim had brought in some ginger ale, as well as the soup, and of course a get well soon basket from Lucy!

You and Angela laughed, and agreed not to eat anything in the basket once the two had left your shared home.

“Oh, I love you,” Angela lay on top of you, turning the channel to a true crime documentary, because that’s what the two of you truly loved to do together.

“I love you, too, Ange,” You kiss the top of her head.

“Ugh, I feel so gross,” Angela buries her face in your chest.

“Me too, baby, me too,” You let out a sigh. “We can take a shower—“

“Mm, no,” Angela’s voice is muffled by your sweatshirt in her face. “I just want you to hold me.”

“That, I can do,” You chuckle.

“I’m so tired,” Angela cries.

“Me too. Think we can con Grey into giving us another day?”

“Maybe if we’re throwing up..” Angela trails off, lifting her head. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That I pretend to throw up while you call Sergeant Grey? Yes! It’s amazing, and I love you for being so smart,” You smile and tuck a piece of Angela’s hair behind her ear. You pull her into a small kiss, which turns into to more. But you stop before it can go too far, afraid that might actually provoke the bodily fluids.

When you both pull away you both realize Angelas phone is still in the bedroom.

“I’ll go get it,” Angela sighs and stands, temporarily losing her balance, to which you help her stand.

“Don’t need you falling for anyone else,” You cheekily joke, helping her sit back down for a moment.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Angela rubs her hand down your face, caressing your cheek with her thumb. “I think you made it pretty clear I was yours when you told Jackson to, and I quote, ‘find another t.o. to fuck with’.”

You dip your head into your chest, your cheeks aflame as you laugh at one of your worst decisions, ever.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never,” Angela looks at you with more love in her eyes than ever. “I can’t lie, it was hot. The best part was when you pulled me into that kiss. That was the best first kiss ever.”

“Oh, you know it,” You shrug. “It was still embarrassing. How did I not know he was gay? I mean, I’m gay myself. Gosh.”

Angela laughs, shaking her head at you.

“I loved when Grey shouted ‘It’s about damn time’ from the stairs,” You laughed along with her.

“No, the best part was when Tim added, ‘At least take her to dinner before you maul her in the kit hallway’,” The two of you started dying laughing.

“Ah, we’re gonna have to tell that story at our wedding,” Angela says, only half joking.

She leaves a small kiss on your forehead and goes to find her phone.

You were definitely proposing soon.

[dairy-farmer]

Tim goes to a gloryhole because he doesn't believe anyone would like him enough to fuck him so he goes there to lose his virginity. But Bruce, who's obsessively stalking Tim and had been the reason why all his dates failed, finds out and becomes the customer to take his virginity.

Tim liked the gloryhole so he keeps on coming back. And Bruce also keeps on going back to the gloryhole. As such, the only customer Tim ever really have is Bruce. Tim doesn't really mind or doesn't know because after the first few orgasms, he doesn't think he would ever be able to tell the difference.

And that's put to the test when one day, Bruce had to cut their meeting short because there was an emergency. He thought Tim was sufficiently fucked enough that he'll go home after. But Tim didn't go home. Although, his customer has always fucked him until he passes out or his mind turns to goo, even his fucked out brain can tell that this meeting was shorter than usual. So he keeps on begging for the cock to come back. And it did!

Except it wasn't Bruce's cock. It was the Red Hood's. And Tim couldn't even tell the difference. He's just happy that someone is fucking his cunny. He thinks the customer was just teasing him.

For the next couple of weeks, there was an uptick in emergencies in Gotham. It took a long time for Bruce to realize that it was Red Hood who's behind all of this. Although unhappy, Bruce had to resign himself to Tim getting fucked by strangers. The thought makes him gag. He's really upset with this but if he wants to have more uninterrupted time with his ducky, sacrifices have to be made. He'll just make sure that he'll end this as soon as possible. He can't have his baby fucked by mediocre men.

Then Dick comes to the cave and he realizes that maybe his ducky doesn't have to be fucked by mediocre men. So he tells Dick about Tim and the gloryhole, and how Jason maybe having a relapse with the Pit. Dick agrees to help out.

Jason, on the other hand, was on his way to the gloryhole. He noticed Batman and Tim were coming to this place that first time they did and wondered if the place had something sketchy going on. Imagine his surprise when he learns that they're fucking there and that it seems his little brother doesn't even know he's been fucking their dad. Bruce probably knows who he's fucking.

So he created a wild goose chase for the Batman so he could fuck Tim. It has taken some time, but it seems that Batman has risen to the bait and looks like he'll be baby bird's first and only cock tonight.

Only when he got there, Tim was being fucked by Dick? What was he doing here? Batman, who's been trailing Jason halfway to the gloryhole, also wants to ask the same question to Jason. Dick wants to know what are the both of them doing here. He thought he was getting uninterrupted Timmy time! Tim wants to know why this new (amazing) cock has stopped fucking him. And it's this one big spiderman meme that's only stopped by Tim begging for more.

By the end of the night, the three of them reach an understanding and fucks Tim. One day, when they get sick of only having a short time with Tim, they'll confront Tim and tells him that he doesn't need to go there anymore. He can just be fucked here in the manor by his brothers and his dad considering they're the ones fucking him all the time in the hole anyways. But for now, they're just going to release all their pent up frustrations on Tim's pussy

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!11 TTHIS IS SO GOOOODD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE IDEA OF TIM USING A GLORYHOLE TO LOSE HIS VIRGINITY AND THE ENTIRE FAMILY FINDING OUT AND TAKING ADVANTAGE SO TIM NEVER FUCKS A STRANGER ONLY HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want to kiss your brain you have the most incredible ideas!!!!!!!!!!!!

it all stems from bruce realizing something's wrong with tim. he's...quieter. more withdrawn. he picks at his dinner and quietly retreats to his room after he's finished. he doesn't stick around and keep bruce company or babble on about his day with that sweet smile. bruce figures out very quickly its because he's been stood up on his latest date.

....the one that bruce purposefully sabotaged because that boy was a year older than tim and had a tattoo. bruce had just been looking out for tim beacause tim was just too sweet of a child, too soft and the wrong sort of people would always see him and take advantage because they could. so...when tim started getting texts from classmates and notes in his backpack about how pretty he was and if maybe he wants to go to the arcade sometime-

bruce put a stop to it. swiftly. he called parents, he blackmailed, he pretended to be a young girl online to flirt and convinced those boys leaving....horrendous long texts about maybe meeting up behind the bleachers for sex, to stop bothering tim.

none of them deserved tim anyway and tim was far too young to be doing something as mature as...as sex. which was all that those boys wanted anyway. bruce saw how those pimpled and whisker-cheeked boys looked at tim while bruce sat in the pick up line for him after school let out. the way they stared at the sweet swell of his little chest pressed against the tight cotton of his shirt. the way his long skirt flared out at his knees (because bruce absolutely forbade anything shorter). it was all just too much. tim was still...his baby. bruce couldn't possibly be asked to allow those boys to send his timmy such foul languaged texts about what they would do to his...his pussy.

but it seems bruce's good intentions had backfired. bruce tries to keep his composure as he walks around the large video rental store that apparently doubles as a glory hole location. he nods at the owner who is too engrossed in some cheesy romance playing on one of many TVs hanging on the walls. the walls are a sad gray and the store looks like it hasn't had a single customer in the last decade. its probably some money laundering operation but that's not what bruce is there for. he's there because this was the location of the glory hole tim had advertised for along with a cute school picture of his. bruce's heart had stopped when he'd seen the post tim uploaded to the big gotham 'anonymous-sex' chatroom.

bruce had a habit of monitoring tim's online activity and as soon as he'd seen the post he'd hidden it from view of the other chatroom's users. bruce used a number of fake profiles he created to express interest and dissuade tim from pouting at the lack of engagement and trying his luck elsewhere.

bruce had read tim's post over and over again until he'd memorized every heartbreaking word. about how tim feels ugly and unloveable, how no boy has ever taken him out on a date, how he wants so badly to know what it feels like to have sex and feel the warmth of another person on him...in him. how this was tim's attempt to lose his virginity and control it. it was an open invitation for anyone to fuck him- no age restriction, no having to pay for it, no condoms necessary.

it was mind-blowingly reckless of tim and originally bruce had gone to the coordinates intent on dragging tim home and spanking him until he couldn't move. but then...bruce had walked into that little service corridor decorated with stage curtains along the walls, a fire exit at the end of the corridor and tim's little pale legs held open at the knee by the golden ropes of the drapes, the rest of his body separated by a wall that connected to another room.

bruce saw no security cameras, no indication of a monitoring device watching him.

all he saw was tim's little pink slit, his puffy glistening folds and his little fingers resting on his pubic mound gently rubbing at his clit while his baby hole clenched around nothing.

bruce can barely help himself. he's stepping closer, unzipping his slacks and letting them fall down to his knees as he uses one hand to stroke his half hard cock and the other to start playing with tim's girly little pussy. his middle finger, the longest of his fingers, sinks in so easily making a little 'wet' sound as tim's cunt sucks it in. bruce fucks it in deeper, curling it slightly and groaning at tim's heat as he tightens his fist around his cock.

tim had said condoms weren't necessary and bruce wasn't about to just NOT take advantage. bruce's moan is loud and long, completely drowning out tim's high pitched gasp and whine when bruce presses in and fucks half his cock inside. bruce lets pleased 'mmmmnn' and 'hmmmns' as he rocks his hips back and forth, sinking into tim's dripping pussy and watching as his thick cock was slowly soaked by each drag out of tim's precious baby cunt. bruce pushes tim's little fingers away and presses down on his clit just to feel him go tight around his cock.

bruce throughly abuses tim's little clit to make him tighten up and jolt around his cock as he fucks into that little wet hole, introducing it to the first of many fuckings it was going to receive from him. bruce fucks tim through each orgasm, never slowing down or losing pace, he hears his sweet baby tim sob as another orgasm rips through him and just fucks harder until he's grunting and snarling like an animal to unleash another hot, fat load of cum into that sweet little pussy that was becomes so well loved.

when he's finished bruce is panting. he's pretty sure tim has passed out based on the lack of noise he hears so bruce decides to wrap it up for the night even though part of his is curious to fuck tim while he's unconcious from too much pleasure. maybe next time his cock will have the stregth. but for the moment, his heart is pounding out of his chest, he's out of breath and strugging to pull on his slacks. normally he'd kiss tim on his little forehead but bruce can't see it. so instead, he settles for getting down on his knees and pressing a gentle, loving kiss to tim's cum leaking, red, abused, and twitching cunt.

bruce's lips taste like pussy and cum when he walks out the fire exit and licks his wet lips clean.

a few days later another post and invitation goes up. bruce blocks it from reaching the chatroom again and responds with his many personas complimenting tim, telling him how amazing he was, how tight and hot his pussy had been, how they couldn't wait to fuck him again.

that night at dinner tim is so happy and red cheeked and acting like himself, he curls up next to bruce on the couch and rests his cheek on bruce's shoulder as they watch reruns of the gray ghost.

then later that night after he thinks bruce has gone to sleep he sneaks out and bruce follows him. bruce fucks him until his cum is pouring out of tim with every thrust of his cock.

that's how it is every other day for a week until a condemned building that bruce receives a tip was a meth-lab goes up in flames.

now bruce can't keep up with tim's whining begs for more. gordon's alerts keep vibrating in his chest pocket while he's balls deep in tim's little cunt. bruce keeps having to leave tim unsatissfied...to the mercy of whatever stranger wanders into that video store because when bruce returns home tim is always in bed and deep asleep from what bruce knows is a good, tiring fuck. the day after the first time bruce has to leave him, bruce returns to the sight of the glory hole only to find tim's cunt lovingly bruised from a deep fuck and handprint bruises on his inner thighs he knows he didn't put there.

gordon brings up the red hood and bruce knows he has to dedicate his attention to finding jason before simple property destruction becomes people losing their lives.

so...with some reluctance. bruce calls dick for help.

he shows dick the texts from other boys, the notes. he tells him about how tim had acted so depressed and unhappy. he shows him the first post with tim's note about how ugly and undesirable he felt. and then he tells dick what he wants him to do.

at first dick is disturbed when bruce tells him what he's been doing. but slowly, his expression softens with each note and post bruce shows him. and he agrees.

that night is another wild goosechase but bruce only manages to figure it out half way through when jason messes up and bruce figures out he's being distracted. bruce manages to catch sight of jason on a security camera and immediatly makes his way to him, growing more and more urgent as he recognizes the nieghborhood they're in. he touches down in the alley behind the video store and marches in, ignoring where the video store cashier is snoring under a titty magazine.

he nearly bumps into jason's back who is standing frozen and watching as dick frantically fucks into a loudly whining tim.

until dick turns his head at their footsteps and freezes at the sight of them. the three of them are having a silent, frantic conversation, throwing accusing fingers and looks until a sob from tim interrupts them.

dick 'shushes' tim and snakes a hand through the hole to pat his tummy and start rocking his cock back and forth into tim's pretty pink pussy while trying to wave the two of them away.

bruce huffs slightly at the sight and jason similarly crosses his arms and grumbles, firmly stomping his feet and showing that he's not leaving.

dick rolls his eyes. when he cums, jason practically shoves him out of the way, removing his cup in a smooth move and bottoming out into tim with a single move.

tim makes a sweet 'hhahh ahh ah!' sound and bruce bites down on his bottom lip feeling heat flood his cock. jason is relentless. he doesn't touch tim's clit at all, only letting tim cum on his cock and grinding his chest into the wall to get closer, using a strong grip on tim's thighs to try and drag more of him out of the hole to meet his cock.

bruce decides to be gracious and allow his sons to get their fills before stepping up himself and lovingly rubbing an orgasm out of tim so he can ride his orgasm out while bruce fucks him and wetly fucks into the hot mess of cum his sons have left behind.

by the end of the night they've all made some silent agreement to share tim. they all have different things they like to do to tim. dick demands to be allowed to go first each time because he's the only one who even bothers to eat tim out and he doesn't want to taste their cum while tonguefucking his timmy. jason doesn't want to fuck tim when he has bruce's cum on him and brings along soft smelling baby wipes to clean tim off after bruce uses him and stuffs his fingers inside to scrape out the collected cum before fucking tim's little pussy.

eventually bruce is sure they're get tired of it. dick's knees aren't made for kneeling on concrete floors and bruce doesn't like the idea of anyone walking in and seeing tim like this.

so eventually bruce is sure they'll tell tim and invite him back to the manor, telling him it was them all along and that he doesn't need to do this anymore and they can all just take turns with him in the manor fucking him in his bed or their beds and in the living room when he's curled up and watching tv with them.

but for now...all of them taking turns with tim, trying to get him to cum the most during their turns to satiate their competitive spirits...it's enough.

[cactusspatz]

August recs

Okay, I've got a handful of miscellaneous recs, and then ten recs for Victoria Goddard's Nine Worlds series, which I'm putting under a cut because at least two of you I know are still reading and the recs are full of spoilers for At the Feet of the Sun. Enjoy!

MISC

The Long Way Home by itsnatalie (DCU, gen)

With Jason tentatively back in the Batfamily, things are going pretty well for him--except for the whole thing with Tim. But who gives a shit about Tim Drake? But when Jason and Tim are pulled into a frightening race for their lives inside a labyrinth that's out to kill them, they may have to look past their differences just to stay alive. Maybe along the way, they'll discover they aren't as different as they thought, and family comes in many different forms.

Spectacular in every aspect: the horror, the action, the hurt/comfort, the brotherly devotion underlying their swarm of issues, and the ending. I really can't rec this one highly enough.

Late Night, North Station by raitala (Untamed, Wangxian)

Lan Zhan finds A-Yuan lost in the railway station. He maybe finds more than he bargained for. Some mornings you leave for the office and come back with a son (and possibly a husband too).

Sooooo sweet, with a lovely autistic LWJ POV. The sequel is still a WIP but is great so far.

Beginning at the End by WerewolvesAreReal (Temeraire, Granby/Little)

In many ways it seems that John's life revolves around William Laurence.

Lovely character study trilogy with Granby sorting out his unrequited thing for Laurence and his ongoing thing with Little.

thou, who art victory and law by The_Apocryphal_One (Goblin Emperor, Csethiro/Maia)

He couldn’t help his unintelligence, any more than she could help her father. And he was kind. She should try to remember that. (Or: Csethiro Ceredin goes into her betrothal to Emperor Edrehasivar VII with assumptions, and has every one of them challenged.)

Great Csethiro POV as she works through her pride and preconceptions.

NINE WORLDS

Embers by alfgifu

Kip Mdang returns to Solaara, hardly confident that the Imperial Service will take him back but sure that there is no place for him in the Vangavaye-ve. The City of Cities is still expanding from the backwater village it was before the Fall; the work of reconstruction continues but it is no longer a simple crisis. In the Palace the big political beasts are circling for position under the newly awakened Emperor. Despondent and determined to bury himself in work, Cliopher finds his former patron disapproving and the new Master of Offices openly hostile. But he is still a fifth degree secretary, and some problems are easier to solve when you feel that you have little left to lose… and don't care which enemies you make along the way.

Amazing!!! Basically a novel-length series digging into the difficult period between Kip returning and Kip becoming the Hands of the Emperor, with tons of bureaucracy and corruption and competence porn and of course, his devotion to His Radiancy and building a better government. Also features wonderful OCs, worldbuilding, a really horrifying bit of magic, some unexpected allies, humor, and Kip being just a really lovely (and determined, and traumatized) person.

thank you!!! no walnuts!!! by mage-pie

Pikabe has fucked over his army career (and maybe his whole life) by refusing illegal orders to commit a war crime and kinda sorta leading a mutiny (he was cleared of wrongdoing, but still, mutiny). He’s been shuffled out of the way to some random base where everyone gives him the side-eye (because mutiny) and he’s never going to see anyone from his old unit ever again. (Which doesn’t matter, his former lieutenant’s also-fucked-over life is none of his business, whatever, it’s fine it’s fine.) Then he gets a mysterious package and a mysterious Solaaran visitor who might have an idea about turning things around (a suggestion, even).

Fun possible backstory for Pikabe; part of a series that I haven't read in full yet but it stands alone.

Signals by Penguinity

Kiri cleared her throat, and the secretaries looked up as one. She waved the letters in one hand. “The stack in the second pigeonhole, what sort of letters are these?” “The ones from people who aren’t crackpots, but don’t need help from our office.” Cliopher nodded, satisfied. “Indeed, well-sorted.” Kiri held up a finger to silence him. “And?” There was a brief pause, before Gaudy gave an almost inaudible sigh and answered. “And who are flirting with Lord Mdang.”

SO funny, featuring the junior secretaries and Kip's ace obliviousness.

A Good Man by Quasar

It takes a while, but eventually Masseo discovers why a man with no name got saddled with a family curse.

Brilliant little premise run off that line about how Ludvic violating the Emperor's taboos would curse his whole family.

One Bed Too Many by white_hart

They slept beside each other on the deck of the vaha, and in a nest of cushions in the solarium, but this is the first time there's been a bed. In fact, there are two.

Sweet immediately-post-ATFOTS fic with them negotiating physical intimacy.

Five People Who Were Surprised The Next Time They Met Cliopher by Quasar

Five people who were astonished when they met Cliopher after the events of At The Feet Of The Sun.

What it says on the tin! A fun collection of people, culminating in Pali and Kip figuring out a detente.

Thrive in the Sun by electropeach

A day in the retired life of Cliopher Mdang: the sun, the sea, the wind, his fanoa… and a cousin baking up a storm in his kitchen. (Alternately titled "Enya Hears About Sardeet")

Immensely soft and funny series, with just a dash of feels about Fitzroy's tragic childhood.

The Tanà’s Day Off by rattyjol

Kip takes the day off. Fitzroy fills in.

In which they are so so cute and extremely married.

Homing by oliviacirce

Homing, adj., (1) having a natural ability to find the way home from a long distance away, (2) guiding or directing homeward; v., (1) to aim at something and move quickly and directly toward it

More on the theme of Kip and Fitzroy figuring out their asexual/allosexual relationship, with an assist from the retirement house squad. Lovely and domestic.

Kip Thistlethwaite by alfgifu

His tone was light on the offer itself, despite the sturdiness of his declaration of identity. She could refuse him with no embarrassment to either of them, turning this into a joke that they could laugh over with Basil later in the evening - but - but - those steady brown eyes were serious. “A marriage of convenience?” she said, equally lightly, “how gallant, sirrah.”

I am going absolutely feral waiting for more of this delightful series, in which Kip happens to be visiting Basil when Jullanar is blackmailed, and offers himself as an alternative. The second story deals with the Emperor finding out that his secretary is indeed married to THAT Jullanar.

[40-years-of-robin-ii]

✨✨DAY TWO!✨✨  

Check out the amazing works and de sure to leave kudos and comments for our lovely, awesome participants! 🎁🎉

1. Double the Bunnying for daemoninwhite [Fic - Gift, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Warn]

Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Tags:  Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Oral Knotting, Knotting, Deception, Under-negotiated Kink, Kemonomimi, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Tim Drake Has a Large Penis, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Dry Humping, Nesting, Face-Fucking, Established TimKon, Threesome - M/M/M, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Rabbit Jason Todd, Rabbit Conner Kent, Red Panda Tim Drake, Slut Shaming, Omega Jason Todd, Omega Kon-El | Conner Kent, Animal Traits, Bunny Kink

Summary: What Conner displays are classic traits of an omega bunny during his never-ending, lifelong heat. The misty-eyed look of bliss, the constant humping with his little tail straightened behind him, leaving faint shadows of itself as his hips jerk rapidly against Tim’s thigh, long, gray-furred, lopped ears flip-flopping over his punk haircut. It looks like Tim’s finally found another omega to share his heat.

2. Carnivorous Flower for cadkitten [Art - Gift, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships: Jason Todd/Damian Wayne

Tags:  Adult Damian Wayne, Smoking, Thigh Holsters, Safe Sane and Consensual

Summary:   Damian, and the love of his life.

3. Stifled for Llisona [Fic - Gift, Teen, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death]

Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Tags:  Angst, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Chronic Pain, Illnesses, Dead Joker (DCU), Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Has a Bad Time, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Chronic Illness, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Procedures, Emergency Tracheostomies, Choking, Hopeful Ending

Summary:   Jason Todd finally kills the Joker, but he made a miscalculation.

4. what baking can do for wewritefic [Fic - Gift, Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships: Jason Todd & Family, Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Tags:  Cooking, Food as a Metaphor for Love, 5+1 Things, Fluff, (mostly), Jason's canonical traumas, Family

Summary: Five times Jason connects to somebody by preparing food, and one time he doesn't.

5. Jason's resurrection goes a little differently he is loved and missed for dragonpyre [Fic - Gift, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Tags: 

Summary: Jason had a rebellious streak in him but Jason took to the training like a fish to water. Jason and I were going to be a great team. That was all that mattered. Crime in Gotham beware. But Jason, the new robin came with an overloaded emotional luggage. My worst fear was that Jason would want more than justice for his father's death, when we discovered that Two-Face had done him in. I was afraid that Jason was going to be out for blood, like Dick had been all those many years ago. Like I had been after losing my parents. Then the moment of truth came, and my Jason walked away. That day I’d been so shocked and proud of Jason. Jason was better than me or Dick. At last, everything would be okay, or so I thought.

6. Free Tire Removal Service for G_of_Thorn [Fic - Gift, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships: Jason Todd & Tim Drake & Cassandra Cain & Stephanie Brown & Dick Grayson

Tags:  Jason Todd is Not Adopted, Jason Todd is a Menace, Jason Todd is Not a Batfamily Member, BAMF Jason Todd, Possibly Pre-Slash

Summary: Jason Todd was never adopted by Bruce Wayne, even if he did make a name for himself at fifteen by stealing the tires off the Batmobile and getting away with it.Some years later, Jason Todd has risen up the ranks in Gotham City as the crime boss Red Hood and controls the Bowery. Not even Batman himself will pick a fight with him, despite Jason stealing his tires three more times since he took over the Bowery.But the Bat kids are a different story. They don't understand boundaries.

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 76

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here.

Days 71-75 here

***

147. "Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don't even know."

***

Tim pulled out every shred of his acting training and then some to get through the next hour. Damian woke up again after a 20-minute nap, made a face over having to put on the same clothes he'd worn the night before, and then kissed Tim goodbye before leaving.

On the cheek.

He didn't seem to notice anything wrong, for which Tim was grateful. Because he knew he didn't have the right to feel literally anything about Damian having slept with Jon. (There was no other real possibility for a partner, of course.) He especially didn't have the right to be outraged that Damian had allowed Jon to fuck him while saying he didn't want Tim to do the same. It wasn't as if he belonged to Tim. It wasn't as if they'd had a conversation about exclusivity. It wasn't as if Tim had even known he wanted Damian to choose only him, before he'd seen those bruises and instantly realized what had happened.

It wasn't as if Damian getting fucked by Jon took something away from Tim.

But goddamn, it felt like a violation.

Fortunately, he had work of the overt and covert varieties to keep him occupied. Everyone at the office had stopped giving him concerned looks, which was good—at least he wasn't completely losing his shit—and he was able to focus on his previously neglected projects. It was amazing what not experiencing constant emotional pain could do for a person's motivation, even with the throbbing in his ankle to replace it.

Unfortunately, he also remembered his previously developed (and since neglected) facial recognition program algorithm and couldn't stop himself from calling up the results of weeks of searching for Damian's face during the time period Tim had been avoiding him.

Damian was good. Very good. In the same time span most people would have been captured hundreds if not thousands of times by cameras. Tim found only a couple dozen matches for Damian, and two of those were false positives. That wasn't surprising, although Tim found himself smiling with involuntary pride when he reviewed the statistics.

On the other hand, it became immediately apparent that, far from spending his time rotating between several different partners, Damian had mainly focused on one. Oh, sure, there had been a few weeks when he and Nika had appeared to be spending a significant amount of time together, but they had come to an abrupt end with no further contact. But Jon was the real problem.

Tim watched, then rewatched the video feeds. Scraps of time, each of them, mere seconds in Damian's life before he got them to a more secure location, but Jon had never seen much point in subtlety when it came to Damian. In those few clips there was way more open attachment between them than Tim would've ever wanted to see.

So stop looking, dumbass, he told himself.

Instead, he played them again. Damian's eyes were so soft when he looked at Jon. He was far too wary with Tim to be the same when they were together.

Because Tim had trained him to be.

Tim swallowed against the complicated mass of hurt, fury, self-recrimination, and longing tying his throat into a knot. This was why it was stupid to want things. It was too distracting. And what if in the end you didn't get them? Stupid.

He needed to quit looking.

He pushed play again.

***

Tim was grounded from patrol because of his ankle, so he spent the nighttime hours reviewing the information Jason had added to their shared folders and listening in to the comms with a desultory ear. Weirdly, it looked like the organized crime connections Jason had uncovered revealed two similar but separate operations that converged into a single point in the Metropolis-Gotham arenas. Tim frowned, clicking through the transcripts of various interviews and interrogations Jason had conducted. It was unusual for two different organizations to cooperate at one particular juncture of operations like that. That would indicate something or someone bigger than both pulling their strings together.

Every once in a while he would have to talk himself out of clicking back to the open tab of video surveillance footage of Damian and Jon. Sometimes he even succeeded.

A tapping on the nearest window pulled him away from the computer screen while he was watching it again and cursing himself for idiocy at the same time. Damian, as Shrike, hung upside down on the other side of the pane. Tim hurriedly closed the video and hobbled to the window.

"In costume? Not very subtle," he said, shoving it open. He couldn't keep his smile completely dampened, though.

Damian slipped in, feet first, with an unnecessary but very pretty full rotation on the grappling line. "Everyone knows Batman is underwritten by WE; if someone sees, this will simply be interpreted as a consultation between mutual interests." He tapped his domino to clear the lenses. "Which it is. What are you working on?"

"The human trafficking case, actually." Tim closed the window and limped back to the computer. "Jason's uncovered some weirdness with the flow of commerce, so to speak. Check out the video for this interrogation."

He called up the footage from Jason's mask. A redheaded man with shoulders like a bulldog's and a pugnacious glare to match on his bearded face sat zip-tied to a chair in what looked like a warehouse filled with shipping containers.

Jason's voice, distorted by his mask, asked, "And where do the Russian connections start moving the women and kids?"

"What fuckin' Russians, you freak?" the man spat out, Southwest twang clear in his voice. "Fuck them, they got nothing to do with us."

Tim paused the video. "That's pretty much the response from both sides until he got to the Eastern seaboard. After that, they start spilling a little more, but I'm guessing the reaction is genuine from most of the people further west. Which makes me think there's someone running the show from our part of the country, with enough power to make Russians and Irish Mob play nice."

"Which is quite a bit of power." Damian rubbed his chin. "Maybe actual villain levels of power."

Tim smiled. Although the entire family were skilled investigators, few of them were able to draw conclusions as quickly and accurately as Bruce and himself. It was always nice to work with a brain that moved in the same direction as rapidly as his own. "Right. So now we're left asking who that is. This time."

"I can ask Jon to keep an ear out on his side," Damian said.

And just like that, any pleasure in their interaction fled, banished by mingled rage and hurt. Tim busied himself clicking randomly on various open tabs to hide his face. "Oh. Are you going to go visit him again?"

Whatever his voice did caught Damian's attention. Tim could see his head cock in inquiry in the reflection on the screen. "I hadn't planned on it, but he can be here in less than a second regardless."

"Yeah, I bet he comes fast," Tim muttered, smashing a click on the trackpad with unnecessary viciousness.

Quick as a thought, Damian reached past him and flipped the laptop shut. "Why are you angry?"

"I'm not." Tim flipped the screen back open again.

It slammed shut almost before he could yank his fingers out of the way, then was gone, tossed onto a nearby sofa cushion by Damian. "Let me revise the question. Why are you angry, and why are you lying about it?"

Tim gripped the edge of the table, hard enough for the wood to make his palms sting. One deep breath. Another. Don't lose your shit for no reason. The problem was, there was a reason. It was just a bad one.

Damian circled around and leaned on the table beside his hand, one careless hip on the surface. "You changed when I mentioned Jon. Do you not want him involved with the case? He doesn't have time to work with us anyway. He would just be listening for a name and reporting it to us if he heard it."

Tim's jaw clenched around the words but couldn't quite corral them. "I bet he'd make time for you."

"Wait." Damian reached for his chin. Tim jerked it away, knowing it was petty but unable to stop himself. Damian ignored that and grasped it between his thumb and forefinger too quickly for Tim to repeat the action. He examined Tim's face, eyes narrow. "Are you seriously angry about my having spent time with Jon? He's one of my oldest friends. One of the few who exist, as a matter of fact."

"It's not you 'spending time' that pisses me off, Damian." Tim rose to go get some water and maybe cool down in the process, but Damian blocked his path.

"Then what is it? Don't run. Your avoidance of direct conflict is downright pathological sometimes."

Tim clenched his fists at his side. He wanted to deny the accusation, but it was too justified. "Okay, one, I can't run anywhere right now, and two, I don't have any right to be angry and I know that, so just let it go."

Damian reared his head back, shock making his mouth drop open the slightest bit. Tim didn't have time to enjoy the unusual effect he was having because Damian's lips immediately curled into a sneer of disbelief. "Are you angry because I slept with him? After your enthusiastic endorsement of me fucking my way through the younger superhero set? Your hypocrisy knows no bounds."

Tim shoved past him. "It's not that."

Again, Damian refused to give him space, stalking ahead of him to stand in front of the fridge, arms crossed and brow stormy. "You're going to give me a straight answer."

"Fine!" Tim threw his hands in the air. "I fucking hate that you let him fuck you! You told me before I left that you didn't like that, but clearly you found out you did like it as long as it was with him, and it's killing me inside to know you trusted him with something you weren’t willing to do with me!"

Damian, for once, seemed completely nonplussed. He stood there, unmoving and unreacting except the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and said nothing.

Tim dropped his arms again, breath labored with fury and humiliation. "Are you happy now? I know I'm being irrational and a hypocrite and I hate that too. But I don't wanna share. Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don't even know."

Damian opened his mouth and closed it a few times, wordless, in the following silence. Finally, he managed to say, "I cannot know what you do not tell me."

Tim hugged his own torso, miserable with having exposed himself. "Well. Now I've told you. So you can go laugh at how pathetic I am with Jon or whatever."

"That is unfair."

They stood, frozen, for a few more moments. Damian broke first and stepped forward, his arms reaching as if to embrace Tim before he yanked them back. Tim struggled with himself, sick of his own weakness, but then he couldn't keep up the pretense of a desire for freedom any longer. He moved to lean his forehead against the armor protecting Damian's heart and said, low-voiced, "I'm sorry. I know it's ridiculous of me."

Damian stripped his gauntlet off with his teeth and fit one big hand around the back of Tim's head. "Don't apologize. It's flattering." He caressed Tim's hair, settling him. "Does this mean you wish us to stop seeing other people?"

Nice of him to assume they would both need to stop. Tim nodded into his chest, still feeling too foolish for words to come easily.

Damian's smile curved against the top of his head. "Very well. I'll explain more when I come see you again later, but I'm amenable to that as well." He drew back and kissed Tim's forehead. "Put some ice on that ankle and elevate it. I'll return after patrol."

He left before Tim could do more than blink in surprise.

"Okay, then, guess I should have meltdowns more often," he said to the empty room.

days 77-83 here

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OMFG WTSF!!! WHO DARED ANYONE PUT THIS OUT INTO THE UNIVERSAL!

From: GIANT FREAKIN ROBOT > Movies & TV

Alicia Vikander Makes An Amazing Captain Janeway For Star Trek: Voyager Reboot, artwork of Alicia Vikander as Captain Janeway for a potential Star Trek: Voyager reboot and the Swedish star looks like a great replacement. By JONATHAN KLOTZ | UPDATED 19 HOURS AGO

We humbly suggest Alicia Vikander as her replacement for a new Star Trek: Voyager series. The star has demonstrated a wide range of characters in her career, from Lara Croft to Gloria Steinem (peruse her IMDB for the full extent), making her a great fit for the tough but compassionate Kathryn Janeway. Giant Freakin’ Robot staff wondered what this would look like, so we ran it through an AI artwork generator, and the result is amazing.

A future version of Voyager was involved in the series, proving pivotal in getting the ship back to Federation space, setting up Kate Mulgrew to reappear as Admiral Janeway, while Seven of Nine is now part of Star Trek: Picard. What if Alicia Vikander and the possible reboot followed the future ship from a timeline that never saw them return?

And this where I lose my collective shit! Ok first things first and I'm sorry to point out the obvious but can I start with fact Alicia Vikander doesn't even resemble Kate Mulgrew in any way! Then there's the fucking fact of if Paramount was going to reboot Voyager for some reason, which I highly doubt...WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU HAVE SOMEONE BESIDES KATE MULGREW PLAY KATHRYN JANEWAY!!!! I mean seriously is it an age thing, or their completely stupid thing? Because no one and I mean no one can play Janeway better or ever come close to Kate! She knows Janeway's character inside and out. I may not agree 100% with everything she believes about Janeway however no one else is basically Kathryn Janeway. Two pieces of fan art be damned it doesn't mean shit! Which if you want to see them you'll have Google them because I will not put that blasphemy on my page!! This just pisses me off, where is it coming from? When we all know Kate would be more than happy to take up the role of Janeway again and has in Star Trek Prodigy. So if they did a reboot of Voyager I have little doubt she would be willing to play Janeway in that. Also we don't need a reboot of Voyager! We got 7 season of the original with Kate Mulgrew, Jeri Ryan, Roxanne Dawson, Robbie McNeill, Robert Picardo, Tim Russ, Garrett Wang, Ethan Phillips and Robert Beltran. Go watch the original for crying out loud! What I want to see is a Janeway series like Picard got. That would be amazing to see. To see Kate reprise her role as Kathryn Janeway, have her go on new adventures and go more deeply into her character in a way they never truly did on Voyager.

[drybranmuffin]

tagged by @cosmicrhetoric to share my top ten films... i am possibly the worst person to share my taste in cinema. but you asked for it babe i’m sorry i warned you. in no meaningful order, here we go:

1. WEIRD: the al yankovic story (2022): saw this movie the night it came out (11/4) and am STILL thinking about it. it’s (guess what) a really uh, strange film and not at all what i expected--or actually kind of wanted??? bc i do really like Actual “Boring” Al--but i thought it was a lot of fun!! and the re-records are fantastic. the entire rocky road scene makes me so happy.

2. baby driver (2017): hey look i know i know half this cast is absolutely terrible and they should’ve gotten run over with a car in real life but the first time i saw this movie i was in kansas visiting my freshman college roommate for her wedding and it was only like. the third time i’d ever been stoned and it was incredible. literally was the most incredible and life changing experience. made me want to become a stunt driver. i cannot legally operate a motor vehicle at 24 so that isn’t happening but it was a nice feeling while it lasted.

3. dead poets society (1989): i rented this movie the first weekend at college--literally got a library card just to check out the physical DVD copy of this movie because i did not have netflix yet. i was so dramatic and 18 about majoring in something i didn’t want to do, at a college i didn’t want to be at in the first place, that watching dps immediately made me cry. also mr. keating’s little speech of “Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing” haunts me every day.

4. how to survive a plague (2012): idk if this counts but this is my favorite documentary. it always makes me cry but i think it is such an important and informative documentary. but also it tells the whole story of all the people involved so well. like the way people’s voices stop appearing as voiceovers as the years go on. like you MISS THEM you FEEL the loss of all those people from the queer community in the 80s and 90s. it’s just so fantastic.

5. rocketman (2019): i don’t think i can accurately describe how much i love this movie. elton john is such a cornerstone of my childhood and feeling at home. and the performances in it are so incredible. i watch the crocodile rock scene whenever i’m close to losing my mind. it contains curing and healing properties.

6. glass onion (2022): not to be like i finally watched a modern, relevant movie and fuck people were right it IS GOOD but. guess what i watched a modern, relevant movie and fuck people were right it was very good and i had a lot of fun watching it. also blanc’s outfits made me feel so goddamn envious. the linen pants COME ON!!!

7. ghostbusters II (1989): not to say i don’t also love gb1 but the the “higher and higher” sequence, baby oscar, sigourney weaver being a cellist, “boys, you’re scaring the straights.”, “no, i believe it's one of the fettucinis...”, like c’mon. this movie is amazing. okay i’m realizing that i really need to make you watch ghostbusters II with me. even if you haven’t seen the first one i don’t care we’re watching the guys imply that egon has fucked the goo.

8. groundhog day (1993): okay so maybe i’m just a guy that really likes a certain era of bill murray movies??? ironically this is a movie that, i’ve found, i can really watch again and again and again. like: credits roll, start it again. andie macdowell’s blue coat has been on my mind since i was eleven and saw this movie for the first time. i love the town it looks so delightful--and actually was reminded a lot of it when i was in vermont recently--but it has destroyed me to know that the set was not in punxsutawney but actually somewhere in illinois... boo.

9. beetlejuice (1988): i’m saying beetlejuice as a stand in for like all tim burton movies from 1982-1993 (& like, two in 2005). but i remember watching this movie as a kid and literally not being able to regurgitate the plot at all. like, jump in the line is playing and i’m like “i have no idea what anyone’s name is and don’t know what’s going on. but that lady’s dress [barbara] was nice!!” haven’t changed much but now i at least know what’s happening. also: know that me listing this movie is also me saying that anything danny elfman touches is amazing and i love the soundtrack to this movie so much i wrote a paper on it in undergrad [music in film class] and made my professor read ten pages about the genius of danny elfman making the film’s main melody motif be three. notes.

10. barbie as rapunzel (2002): best for last. i don’t need to explain myself here. the movie is like: 20 minutes of experiencing the horrors of both servitude and otto, 5 minutes of the best dress montage of your life, 10 minutes of being like “oh my god is the prince really that stupid?”, 10 minutes of “yes, he is...”, 15 minutes being confused by the romantic pasts of the kings and gothel, 15 minutes of family therapy between two talking dragons, and 3 minutes of crying over “I know Rapunzel's secret. She painted what she dreamed.” “When you do that you’ll never be wrong.” and it deserved an oscar.

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#5

Things I appreciate about Spy x Family:

Episode one: establishes Twilight as most badass man alive.

Episode five: establishes that Yor can kick his fucking ass without trying and kill him even while so drunk she can't speak.

Like. It's perfect.

70 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#4

A thing I am thinking about:

Jim and Tim Possible have literally never lived in a world without Ron Stoppable. Ron and Kim have been best friends since Anne was pregnant with the twins. Ron was probably one of the very first people not related by blood to the Possibles to hold the twins.

He's been there since the day they were born. They clearly look up to him. There's an entire episode of Season 4 dedicated to how much they look up to and respect him and how much they want his approval (Mad Dogs and Aliens).

Like. Is it any wonder Ron's the only guy they never make a fuss over Kim being around? The only relationship they never try to sabotage? They love Ron. They probably see him as family. They're probably thrilled that Kim picked Ron.

It just. Ron's been there since day one of their lives. How much do you think that influences them? Do you think they always hoped he and Kim would get together so he could officially be their brother? Do you think they thought Ron was related to them when they were little?

How do they view him?

78 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

Okay but is it really my fantasy world if I’m not a lil bit of a monster fucker about it?

107 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#2

I don't understand the idea that Ron has to be changed to be badass. Ron Stoppable is badass.

He's not as athletic as Kim? Bullshit. He keeps up when no one else does. He keeps pace, he fights, he learns the tools, he always tries, and he never lets anything stop him. Of everyone we see in the show, there are two people who can consistently keep up with Kim.

One is Ron.

The other is Shego.

So Ron isn't as trained. So what. He has the athletic ability and he clearly knows how to use it. Him being a mascot and a football star? Totally makes sense. His skillset is unique, but it's powerful. He can take a hit, he can get up after losing, he can run, he can pivot, he's got incredible stamina, and he's got a great sense of balance.

He's not as smart as Kim? Maybe not academically, but Ron gets things. He understands Kim in ways no one else does. He pieces together clues on his own. He is an amazing cook, a fantastic baker, and a great brother. He knows how to remember things and he knows how to apply his knowledge to various situations.

He's not as driven as Kim? Yes he is. But Ron is driven by two things and two things only: his love of food, and his love of his family. Ron can and has done anything and everything to help Kim, to save Jim and Tim, to save his family, to save his sister, and to help the people around him. He works constantly in the show to help Kim love herself, to help her be confident, to help her figure things out.

Sure, he's not ambitious toward school or work. But Ron has proven he has a wide variety of interests outside of school. And his drive to stay with Kim, and help Kim, has given him a great deal of strengths and skills over the years.

Like, forget the Monkey Kung Fu power up during the finale (which I still have very mixed feelings on. I think he was fine with it being inconsistent. It made it fun. And to imply that that side of him is much more violent and power hungry really... bothers me. It should have been a slow process.)

Ron has survived fights against every bad guy in the show. Including Shego. Ron stops evil schemes all the time.

But so much of Ron's charm and adorableness and his balance with Kim is linked in his being this opposite but equal person. To change that just... strikes me as saying that you can't be goofy and sweet and genuinely kind and of average intelligence and still be a strong, capable, powerful, badass person.

Ron is super badass! And super cool! Just as he is! But he is very specifically badass and cool in a way that contrasts sharply with Kim. And that's so much of what makes them work.

148 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Everytime that Tumblr post about “You can’t use the word bungalow in fantasy worlds!” or whatever and then it’s all the fucking reblogs of all the words that have “specific origins” that you “can’t use” because “those people don’t exist” or “those places” or whatever.

Do you know how many fucking basic words we use to describe the world are derived from very specific people and very specific events? Or are stolen from languages in which those words come from VERY SPECIFIC PEOPLE and events? If you get rid of one, you might as well get rid of them all! Because just because YOU don’t know the VERY SPECIFIC HISTORICAL ORIGINS of this word, doesn’t mean your AUDIENCE doesn’t and wouldn’t that break immersion??

No. No it fucking wouldn’t. Not if you, you know, make it work.

What else would you do? Write in a god damn conlang? Because all I’m hearing is “because I know the origin of this word, therefore it can’t be in fantasy” and honestly fuck off.

I’m gonna go put bungalows in my fantasy now.

16,066 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E123 (Feb. 2, 2021)

After last week’s thoroughly relaxing and brief episode, tonight’s guests are Sam Riegel and Liam O’Brien!

Brian, to Sam: “You look like Tim Curry moved to Nantucket to become a sommelier.”

How did Caleb and Veth approach the ally-ship with the Tombtakers? Sam: “I mean, we got some information, and I think we got a little closer to Lucien and knowing whether he has any of Mollymauk inside of him, which is I think the most important knowledge that we’re seeking right now. Is there someone to be saved inside there? We got glimpses, and we got a little hint that Mollymauk is maybe still in there? Maybe? And we got a little more insight into their plans, so that was useful.” Liam: “We know why we were having that fucking dream.” Sam: “But other than that, it was just a road trip with assholes.” Liam: “All our plans have been ripped in a new direction, and it’s just been improvisation.” Sam notes that it feels like we’re always about to rip into Caleb’s backstory, but haven’t yet followed that thread all the way through. Liam: “It’s partially frustrating, to be sure, but also I like the idea that-- his whole shit has been selfish, it’s been dealing with the trauma that he’s been through and not the greater world, and that’s been shifting somewhat.”

Does Caleb think the book was worth it, and is he still interested in reading more? Sam: “How do you ask Caleb not to read a book?” Liam: “Caleb has spent enough time with the Nein to know you shouldn’t put a hand on a hot stove. After what happened with the book, he knows it’s a terrible idea. But maybe. But it’s a really bad idea. But reserve judgment, but it’s a really terrible idea. I think that Caleb is very aware that mages and people like him very easily fall prey to their curiosity and it can lead to bad places. But there is still that amount of scientific endeavor where you think there is value in knowing and learning, and maybe we can ride that line. He was True Neutral at the start of the campaign, and maybe he’s Chaotic Good now, but part of him is hubris, even if it’s a little bit, still.”

What about Otis has drawn Veth’s focus? Sam: “I mean, he’s a little shit. She was curious about Otis because he’s a small like she is, and in talking to him, he seemed to be real creepy, but he was just creepy and distant and didn’t value his past or family or anything like that. She sees someone who’s like her, but so not like her, and maybe that scares her a little bit more.”

How does Caleb feel about Beau being on this ride with him? Liam: “The dream is another example of how Caleb had very narrow vision of the things he wanted to do. It used to seem so massive to him, but now... To have Beauregard involved feels right. If anyone in the group is going to stop him from grabbing something he shouldn’t, it is probably Beauregard. She’ll punch him in the fucking face to stop him, which I think he needs, to a certain extent. They’re two different kinds of nerds, and I kind of like that, that this group of nine philosophers, they’ve reached out and somehow grabbed the two nerds in the party.”

How do Caleb and Veth see the Somnovum? Sam: “I mean, they seem real bad. Anything that’s a quorum of powerful entities heading towards your planet to unleash an energy of any kind, typically bad? I assume they’re bad, or at least the Tombtakers wish them to do ill.” Liam: “I think they want the kind of peace that comes from snapping your fingers and turning people to dust. Caleb sees them as a cautionary tale; they’re the worst-case scenario for arcane inquisitiveness.” He sees Allura Vysoren as the antidote to that.

Why the staunch refusal to use Halfling Luck? Sam: “I don’t like Luck! I just don’t like Luck. I think it’s cheap, I think it’s a cheat, I think it’s stupid. It just feels like a do-over.” Liam: “I am your antithesis! If I ever voice a halfling, I am going to hammer that feature!” Sam: “What I love about D&D is that you don’t know what’s going to happen. If you roll bad, okay, that’s it. If you roll well, it makes the success more enjoyable to know that it’s a pure success and don’t one where you’re like well actually... it’s so stupid. If someone was about to die, I would probably use the fuckin’ Luck feature. Well. It depends who. If it was Travis, yeah, no, he’s fucked, sorry.”

Liam drops that he’s picked Sam’s character class and race again for a hypothetical campaign three. Sam: “It’s not what I was thinking for future characters, but I’m excited to explore.”

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Mollymauk by KatofValkyrie!

What was it like to bring the Tombtakers into the tower? Liam: “It is complicated, because he does not like him. Lucien’s just a fucking dick. But Caleb also knows that Molly’s in there somewhere. That tower’s only for the M9, and Lucien’s not in the M9. Their situation with these people is shitty, it’s terrible. Caleb doesn’t feel like they have the upper hand. He doesn’t like that they’re even going on this journey per se, because life is bigger than his bullshit. He feels like they’ve been losing over and over again, so it was a gamble to try to get on equal footing.

What spurred Veth into making sure she and Yasha have some one-on-one time? Sam: “Yasha hasn’t been getting a lot of moments to shine. Now that she’s back, I just got the impression that Yasha feels out of place sometimes, or timid, or unsure of herself. When Veth was Nott, Nott certainly had her share of those moments. I think she sees a kindred spirit and wants to make sure that she’s been giving all the opportunity she can to flourish and thrive. Dani, you’re just laughing at my mustache, aren’t you?” Dani: “Yes, that’s the only thing I’m laughing at through this whole bullshit.” Sam denies all knowledge of trolling, but eventually admits, on the topic of Yasha and Beau getting together: “They’ve made me wait this long... I’m going to make them wait a little bit longer!”

What was it like to show his friends the upper floors? Liam: “I kinda expected somebody to sneak up there before that. That being part of the tower is not even a conscious choice of his, it just is. The reason Caduceus has creeped Caleb out for a long time is because he talks about how-- Caduceus is a really kind person and wants Caleb to let go of the past. And in a really simplistic way, turn that frown upside-down. And that’s just not who Caleb is, and it’s not who everybody is. There is something to be said for trying to stay open and positivity, but thinking you can shut out the past, especially a traumatic one, is just not true. When things happen to us, we carry them. But to candy-coat it and say, ah, I’m free, or everything is good, or I’ve turned the corner... life is way messier than that. It’s not flipping a switch, it’s not bad-to-good, it is such a work in progress. Even when you make strides and start to get to a better place, you can backslide a lot. So the tower is who he is, and the tower is 7/9ths love for his friends, and 1/9th hope, but there’s still a percentage of him that carries everything from the past, and knows that he should, and knows that he should not go back to where he was. And the way to do that is not to say everything is rainbows, but to remember it. The tower is just like an extension of who he is. He’s never going to forget the past, and he’s never going to be like, I’m good, or I’ve turned a corner. He should remember the past, and he should do better, always.”

Does Veth still believe it’s possible to get Molly back? Sam: “Well, she was a person trapped in another body for many years, so has some experience there, and definitely believes that the spirit and soul of Molly is in there and just needs to be unlocked somehow.”

Fan Art of the Week: an amazing group shot by HarpySN!

How are Caleb and Veth dealing with their guilt and fear about being in the middle of this? Sam: “It definitely was a deep conversation that might have repercussions going forward. The problem with all of what we’re doing now is that we don’t have time to deal with our petty problems anymore. It’s all high tension all the time!” Liam: “It’s true; they’re not in control of their situation at all anymore.” Sam: “It’s good to have these check-ins, but it’s not like we can do anything about them. We’re reactive right now.” Liam: “He’s not happy with where they are, but they wouldn’t even be this far if the goblin hadn’t pulled him out of the mud. So part of it is, you saved me from where I was and got me on my feet again, and now it’s disconcerting to see it all just get knocked sideways by something he never could’ve predicted. I think Caleb felt nostalgic for when things were simpler, in a way, for them, when we’re both troubled drifters.”

What was it like to see Gelidon’s return? Liam: “I am the least superstitious person at the table. Ashley’s dice suck.” Sam: “It was fun fighting a dragon!” Liam: “Two massive battles in one episode, neither of which came away with a victory. I guess surviving is a victory.” Sam: “I’d forgotten about the dragon, honestly.” Liam: “I loved it. I was so upset at the idea that we were going to stealth and not get into it.”Sam: “Mercer doesn’t keep a live dragon around and not do something with it. That dragon’s coming back.”

How do Caleb and Veth feel about going to see Essek? Sam: “He can be very helpful, I believe, but as Sam Riegel, a player of D&D, I’m super suspicious. What the fuck is Essek doing up there, so close, now? I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him. And I can throw him pretty far because he floats.” Liam: “I 100% agree with you. I do not understand what Essek could bring to what we are going through. I know the audience loves him, I love him too. He’s a really cool character. But he’s fucking toxic. He out of curiosity caused a war between two nations. And Caleb has been changed for the good by the M9 from months of travel with them. Essek has had none of that. Caleb has changed for the good, but not because of people like Essek. Essek is where Caleb came from. We kept the lid on the pot during the whole treaty at sea and it almost all went fucking sideways, and only because we pressed him into a corner. I hope that guy finds some sort of balance and peace for himself, but I do not see how his input here would be helpful. There’s other heavy hitters that I would try to pull in.”

Liam notes that the Cloven Crystal is in the Bag of Holding. Sam: “Do I have Fluffernutter, or is Fluffernutter gone?” Liam: “Nope. 300 pounds of fireworks? Gone. A dead mage, a threshold crest, and fireworks.” Dani: “Your basic essentials.”

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 8

First

Previous

Marinette had never thought that living in another world would be this hard.

Sure, she had known that she would have issues when it came to the whole ‘she wasn’t technically supposed to be here and therefore needed a new identity’ thing. That was kind of obvious. The story they’d come up with had been simple enough -- she had grown up in Gotham with her parents, was highschool sweethearts with Tim, they had gotten married, he’d moved in with her, and her parents had died so she’d gotten custody of Damian. She was pretty sure Tim had a tragic backstory, but she didn’t really have that memorized yet. She wasn’t all that worried about it, though, she spent quite a lot of time dodging answering questions about her private life as Ladybug. Marinette probably wouldn’t even need to memorize his backstory (she would, of course, because she was nothing if not an overachiever, but she was well aware of the fact that it wasn’t quite necessary).

But, no, it was the small things that made it difficult.

Like affection.

Marinette was Parisian, she was used to greeting people with kisses on both cheeks. Hugs were something reserved for people you were close to.

But, no, Americans just insisted on being backward in everything that they do. And, supposedly, Marinette was American. She could get away with her accent because Gotham had a bunch of different people and it was easy to claim she came from the French part of town, but when it came to customs? No, she had to at least try and act like someone who had lived in America for her entire life.

So, when she was greeted with a hug from the most affectionate of her fellow interns, Marinette suppressed a cringe and patted her on the back awkwardly.

“Hi, Paige,” she said.

Paige beamed. “Ready for work?”

Marinette squinted up at the building. The WE in this universe was even taller than in her usual one.

… or maybe it just looked like that because she dreaded going inside. Ugh. Being an intern was going to suck.

“No.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

“Thanks…”

But, despite Paige’s assurances, it did not go fine.

And it wasn’t even the job thing that wasn’t going well. That, at least, she could handle. No, it was this world’s meme culture that sent her spiraling.

She’d been holding exactly nine cups of coffee, seven mugs of tea, and one energy drink can. Marinette didn’t know if it was her time working in a bakery or some sort of latent Ladybug skills or what but it wasn’t even all that difficult to hold them all.

Paige raised her eyebrows at her, looking vaguely concerned. “Do you need help?” She asked, hands already out as if expecting her to say yes.

Marinette cracked a grin. “No. I’m fine. It’s not even that hard. I could probably carry another two drinks, even.”

“Freaky flexing, but fine.”

“... the fuck did you just say to me?”

~

Tim hummed lightly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, baby sleeping soundly on his shoulder. Marinette fumbled the keys to their new apartment, mumbling curses.

She’d outright told him that she didn’t really care, that she’d lived above a bakery for most of her life so it wasn’t like she would mind as long as the place had counter space…

So why was he nervous?

He felt the tiny hand in his shirt grip him tighter and he looked down. Damian was still fast asleep, sucking on his pacifier peacefully. Tim wondered, idly, how that worked. Was it a reflex that humans lose as they age like the grasping reflex or was it a learned behavior that went away when it wasn’t reinforced anymore?

Marinette managed to open the door, her cheeks tinged red at how difficult it had been, and she swung it open.

He stopped bobbing up and down to watch her face.

But she just shrugged to herself and bent down to grab the box she’d brought up.

He tried not to look too relieved as he followed her inside and watched her set the box down on the kitchen island.

She glanced back at him. “I call cleaning and setting up the apartment!” She said brightly.

“Okay…?” He said, confused as to why she was so excited to clean up…

But then Damian started to stir.

Oh. If she had cleanup duty… then he had…

Baby duty.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Shit, Mari, wait --!”

“Too late! You already said okay!” She said, already heading to the door.

Damian spat out his pacifier and took that one long, deep breath he always took before he was about to scream.

“Mari!”

She stuck her tongue out at him and disappeared around the doorframe just as the baby started to cry.

Tim heaved a sigh and pressed a kiss to the top of the kid’s head. The wailing quieted a little, but didn’t stop. Tim would take it, he hadn’t even been expecting Damian to quiet himself. This was an absolute win in his book.

He glanced at the box that had been brought up but, unfortunately, they hadn’t had enough foresight to bring the baby supplies.

He poked his head out the door and yelled for Marinette to bring up the box with the baby stuff first. She yelled ‘fuck you’ in response but when she came back she handed him the box regardless.

He smiled -- or, at least, he smiled as much as it was possible to smile when a baby was screaming at you -- and went to work figuring out what was wrong.

~

There was good news and bad news.

Good news was that Damian was starting to learn that crying was okay.

Bad news was that Damian was starting to learn that crying was okay.

And, listen, Marinette obviously preferred that. She wanted to know when the kid was hurt or hungry or even just craving affection… but ugh.

She twisted around in the bed to squint at the clock.

Three o’clock. Great.

She groaned softly and buried her face in Damian’s hair again. “Dami, please, I have work tomorrow. Shhhhhhhhh,” she pleaded. As if she didn’t have to go to work every day.

Damian, of course, didn’t stop crying.

Marinette thought she was going to cry.

Tim pulled his arm from around them so he could cover his ears with his pillow.

She reluctantly sat up. Damian banged his little fists against her shoulder in an attempt to tell her… something. Probably that he wasn’t happy. As if the entire apartment complex couldn’t hear just how unhappy he was.

She changed his diaper and then got him Cow. Hopefully that would sate him for the rest of the night.

She clambered back into bed and sent Tim a weak smile when he wrapped an arm around them.

She scooted toward him, because Damian was reaching for him and his eyes were closed, and tucked her head under his chin. He tensed just slightly before relaxing and tangling his legs with hers.

Damian seemed to like being cocooned between them, because he made a vague happy sound and settled down to sleep without much (more) fussing.

Tim hummed lightly. His voice was terrible, but it seemed to calm Damian so Marinette wasn’t about to complain.

It took a while for Damian to go back to sleep but, eventually, he did. Unfortunately, he fell asleep while biting the crinkly ears of his plush and it was hard to sleep with the steady crkcrkcrkcrk sound right next to her.

From the way Tim’s breathing had yet to slow, he wasn’t asleep either.

Well, at least that was something to do.

“I’m beginning to think the reason babies are so cute is that otherwise we would kill them,” she joked, her voice soft so as not to wake the kid again.

Not that it would matter all that much. She could, unfortunately, not see herself going back to sleep before her alarm went off.

He chuckled and nodded as much as he could with her head beneath his. “Right? I just want one night of good sleep --.”

He stopped suddenly.

She drew back a little to check that he was fine, only to see him looking mildly horrified.

“We need to go back home soon. I’m going to get used to sleeping like a normal person. I can’t do that,” he said.

She grinned. “Oh no. The horror.”

“No, you don’t get it. If I do that then I’ll be giving into my family’s wishes. I can’t let them think they’re right about something!”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Here, I’ll make it easier for you: I don’t want you to sleep. As Dami and I are your only family -- legally -- for the next fifteen years, you must not do what we want. Therefore, you have to sleep.”

“Ah. Reverse psychology.”

“Well, I am a psych major.” Some of the amusement faded. “Was a psych major.”

“... really?”

“Yeah. I dunno. I’d figured it was the closest I could get to being Ladybug again.”

“You’re still Ladybug.”

She shrugged just slightly. “Yeah. I dunno,” she said again. She tried for a grin. “Doesn’t feel the same when there’s no emotional terrorism involved.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to do the same thing over and over again for a million years.”

“There’s some comfort in things staying the same.”

“Oh? Maybe we should trade.”

“That’s an amazing plan that I see no problems with. You get to go around beating up the Meta Of The Week and I’ll stay in Gotham dealing with all the idiots in spandex.”

“Are we switching outfits, too?”

“Oh yeah. Obviously. Gotta commit to the whole ‘switching’ thing. I bet I’ll look cuter in your outfit, too.”

“Ah, yes, because cuteness is the most important part of vigilante costumes.”

“We end up in papers all the time, being cute is totally important.”

He chuckled lightly and she felt the arm around her give her a tiny squeeze. She buried her face in his chest.

“You should try and sleep.”

“Hypocrite,” she teased, but she could already feel her eyelids drooping.

He hummed. She thought that, maybe, it didn’t sound so bad as to make him stop.

~

Tim had been in the middle of bathing Damian as he always did before bed when he’d accidentally splashed water on his face.

Perfectly fine and normal.

What wasn’t perfectly fine and normal was that the baby responded by saying: “Oh shit!”

Tim’s eyes narrowed.

“MARINETTE,” he yelled.

Marinette was there in seconds. There was some kind of green paste on her face. She’d been in the middle of her usual skincare routine. He thought it was kind of weird that near-immortals needed skincare routines but that wasn’t the point here.

She looked around frantically. “What?! What’s wrong?!”

“Damian just said sh --... he said the s-word.”

Marinette relaxed at that and sent Tim a glare. “Don’t blame this one on me. You’re the one that says that.”

Tim frowned. Because, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure she was right.

“Now, if he’d said ‘fuck’, that would have been on me, but he didn’t, so --.”

“FUCK,” Damian said brightly.

Tim glared at Marinette again, this time rightfully so.

She looked a little sheepish. “... okay, yeah, that one’s on me.”

~~~~~

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[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Lost, Found and Consequences... (HC)

Requested by a  stupendous Anon: can you do a head canon or one shot of the grocery store short you posted a little while ago? I think the idea of Bruce flipping shit over the reader being lost then treating her like a princess and having her brothers yell at him for losing her would be SO FUCKING CUTE btw ily more than anything ur amazing

This request is based on ‘this’ incorrect quote, I went with a toddler!batsis, because that’s what I had in mind when writing the quote. When you’d rather have it with an older (like teenager) batsis then just tell me :) 

When Bruce realized that you are not, in fact, holding onto the shopping trolly like you’d usually would...

he

loses

his

SHIT

Were you kidnapped?

HURT?

WORSE?

He is seconds away from calling the police or even getting into his suit himself

Yes, it’s an overreaction, but he just lost his preccious little baby girl and if he won’t find her soon he’ll get Jason flashbacks

So he leaves his trolly behind and goes back to the exit, when he walks into the first aisle to see you sitting on the floor, clutching your narwhal plushy -that you’d insisted on taking with you- to yourself

He doesn’t know how to explain that feeling that is a mix between utter relief and a deep-rooted self-doubt (shit get’s a bit too real here)

“There you are princess” “Daddy, you came back for me, I thought you were gooooooooooooneeeeee” 

When you start crying he can’t help himself from picking you up and hugging you as tight as possible and kissing your tears away. 

After that he completely and totally spoils you for the rest of the day

He takes the complete day off and takes you to eat your favorite ice cream in the town one hour away (in the car, only like twenty minutes in the helicopter)

He buys you like ten new stuffies and at least four new (very expensive) outfits 

including a real-life princess dress with a tiara

He may or may not have bought a studio apartment that you said looked pretty when seeing one of these commercial videos for it in the window of a bank (is that a thing in america?)

He won’t tell you, but he definitly did and he definitly paid someone to decorate it the way you’d like it as a gift for your 18 birthday (which is still long away, but he couldn’t helpt himself)

When it’s time to go back home he almost forget the reason why he’d been so stressed ealier

And for the rest of the week it’s fine, you’re happy and excited about all your new stuff and your siblings just think Bruce was in one of his spoiling-moods

But then Alfred asks you if you’d like to go shopping with him 

“i don’t wanna, what if you’ll forget my like daddy?” you answere with small tears in your eyes

All eyes turn torwards Bruce like

    - “Master Bruce did what?”

“Daddy was going shopping with me and then he wasn’t there anymore, but he found me again and then we went to get ice cream,” you said matter-of-factly, completely oblivious to the hell you just unleashed

“YOU FUCKING LOST HER BRUCE?” Jason screamed, but covering your ears with his hands

“How dare you father?” Damian looked at him like he had just betrayed him in the worst way possible

“If that ever happens again, I’m taking her to Blüdhaeven!” Dick said, earning some dirty looks from the rest of the family

“ARE YOU EVEN AWARE WHAT COULD’VE HAPPENED TO HER?” the usual pretty calm Tim came at him and looked like he was seconds away from jumping over the table and stab him with his butter-knife

Cass just (lightly) slapped him over the head and then picked you up and carried you to your room to play with you away from the screaming match that was sure to follow

Let’s just say it’s not only Bruce who’s spoiling you a little bit more after that (not that you’re not completely spoiled all the time)

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Rip “X is Billys biological dad” fics, we love ya and wish to see ya

I’m just picturing Jason and Bruce going to Fawcett and gleaning the entire Batson Family Soap Opera tragedy that happened and Jason is crazy sad about it all, deciding to side quest of finding his possible half brother after he got kicked out and finding him and knowing enough of how to approach someone whose been in the streets to get Billy to go with them. They get him a hot meal and, bc the only person who could confirm Marilyn Batson was or wasn’t Jason’s mom is dead, discreetly swabs Billys DNA off his glass to look for a familial match and finds it confirming Jason and Billy’s half sibling status. But it’s only his dads side, Willis and Marilyn were together for a time but they went their separate ways, so she wasn’t his mom (if that makes sense, trying to keep it straight in my head rn)

Billy, obviously, freaks out at the news and refuses to think for a second his dad wasn’t actually his dad, Jason sympathizes and agrees that C.C. was definitely an amazing dad to him and them being brothers doesn’t change that the same way he still loves his mom as the woman who raised him with his own dad, and both brothers cry bc family feels.

This obviously doesn’t stop Jason from still looking for his Bio-Mom, he eventually finds Sheila, Billy is coming around and being encouraging to his older brother, and cue Death In The Family and Billy losing even more of his family. Bruce mourns and takes Billy in thinking it’s what Jason would’ve wanted for his brother, Bruce spirals as he does at his sons death, Billy has lost everything again and is living a sort of better life with a very distant and self destructive Bruce while Alfred tries to keep things together, Tim comes along and Billy is vehemently defensive of his brothers death and part of the Robin legacy.

Cut to Under the Red Hood; Billy now has powers and is sulky about everything Bruce and Batman adjacent, has all but ditched the family in favor of fighting crime in his hometown city and only really stays in Gotham to be a fighty kid in his rich-kid school and occasionally crash for the night and some of Alfred’s cookies, still doesn’t get along with Tim but doesn’t hate him and is just uncomfortable around him, but gets pulled back when Red Hood starts cropping up and Dick asks him to come home bc they’re getting their asses kicked by him without Tim or Barbara with them anymore.

Cue the reveal that Jason is alive and Billy is outright sobbing and flying all over Gotham looking for his brother, who finds him, gets into a Idiot Plot fight where none of them say the right thing for the longest time and Billy, with that fancy knife to his throat, says the magic word and is the half-brother Jason almost forgot about in all his vengeance questing looking like a little version of him and bawling his eyes out that he has one of his family members back.

The Joker or Me confrontation still happens with Billy as extra muscle supporting Jason in the background incase anything happens, cue Batarang, cue Billy punting Bruce out of the fucking building bc WHAT THE HELL MAN?! and cue Billy flying off with the bomb before joker can detonate it.

If ya really want to hurt Billy again he can get back from the bomb thing just in time to catch Jason’s final breaths cause he was looking really dead in those last panels, Joker escaped, and Bruce once again winning the worst dad of the year award while Bludhaven is a nuked out waste just over yonder. It’d be a full villain arc for Billy, but Jason evidently survives the Batarang to the throat attack and the bombing so Billy is just fully done with Bruce after that incident and sides fully with Jason bc family.

Batman couldn't stand being around Captain Marvel after Jason's death because Billy reminded him too much of Jason.

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[redhoodieone]

On Your Knees

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

 “Dick! I-uh! I-I wasn’t doing anything!” I stutter anxiously. I quickly pull up my panties and yoga pants. The paper towel used to clean Bruce’s cum is still on the counter.

I’m beyond embarrassed and nervous, and with Dick standing there, knowing exactly what I did with Bruce is worse. Dick must think I’m a slut who has sex with fathers, and he’s going to make my life a living hell because of it.

Dick Grayson isn’t that tall. He’s about 5’10, and he’s generally never frightening or threatening. But Dick’s light blue eyes stare me down hard. His mouth is closed tightly; and his jaw is clenched. His usual friendly and big brother demeanor is long gone.

And here Dick Grayson stands, in his gray sweatpants and muscle fitting black t-shirt. His dark hair is messy; possibly from the constant running his hand through his hair or his usual evening nap before patrol.

All I want to do is throw the nasty paper towel away and go hide for a bit. If Dick knows what Bruce and I did, it’s only a matter of time before Jason, Tim, Damian, and Alfred will find out.

Maybe even Selina Kyle. Joker, even.

“So, you said you weren’t doing anything, is that right Y/N?” Dick asks casually, a tint of sarcasm is laced in his voice. He comes closer to me. His breath is hot and heavy. “It seems to me you were being fucked hard by Bruce.”

What people don’t know is Dick can be pretty blunt when he’s angry. He swears, drops F bombs, and can be as pissed off Jason Todd. As rare as that may be, he can still be a dick if he wants to be (pun intended.)

“Look, it was a mistake. It should have never happened, and-and I would appreciate it if no one else knows about it, okay? Please don’t say anything,” I plead. If I could, I would get on my knees and beg pathetically.

As if Dick read my mind, he suddenly grins. The charming, sexy smirk is back on his handsome face. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and show me the same affection and fun you gave Bruce? Get on your knees, now.”

I freeze. “W-what?” I choke out.

“You can’t honestly expect me to believe you’re just a daddy’s girl. I mean...” Dick confesses before he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. He tilts his head down to mine. “Because I’ve always been a big brother to you, haven’t I?”

“Of course, you’ve always been my big brother,” I swallow hard.

“And as your big brother, don’t I deserve the same attention as Bruce? Oh Y/N, the things I would do to you...the things I have imagined and dreamed of,” Dick whispers in my ear.

My pussy is still overly sensitive from Bruce, but I want Dick just as much as he wants me. Following my instinct, I lower myself on my knees, and I start pulling down his sweatpants.

Dick Grayson is not just an attractive guy, but he’s as sexy as Bruce and Jason. But Dick is sexier when it comes to foreplay. I would be lying if I said I never saw him getting blow jobs from Barbara, Kori, and other girls he’s been with. It’s kind of hard to ignore, respect his privacy, and look away when his bedroom door is never shut all the way. I have stood in front of his door, watching how he’d either stand or lie down, with his whole chest out on display. Sweat running down his pecs, hard stomach, and all the way down his abdominal V line.

The way Dick would groan with frustration is enough to make me wet. I want to see him bite his bottom lip until he’d bleed. I want him to hold my head and thrust himself into my mouth until he cums.

The second I pull down his white briefs (a WAYNE product with the WAYNE name brand at the top of the band. I see this happening one day, so fight me! Hahaha!!!), Dick’s cock is long, hard, and leaking. The difference between all their cocks? Bruce’s is thick, massive, and monstrous. Jason’s is average size, thick in size and girth. But oh, I can’t pick the best one. I haven’t even had Jason yet.

I slowly pull Dick’s briefs down, and his cock immediately slaps against his toned stomach. He’s breathing hard, and his hands are shaking at his sides.

“Well? Suck me good, sweetheart,” Dick begs. His voice cracks, and it makes my heart swell.

I quickly grab his cock and began stroking him slowly. Dick’s moans encourage me to move faster, but his hand in my hair says otherwise. Instead of ramming his cock in my mouth, he gently pushes my head to his dick. I open my mouth and take him in. He smells and tastes like sweat, but his clean bodywash makes his pubic region mouthwatering. Dick’s precum is tasty, and I find myself wanting more of it. I look up while I begin to suck his cock, and I notice Dick’s staring at me with hooded eyes, and his mouth parted open.

His breathing is hard. I focus on sucking his cock the best I could. I tighten my lips around his dick, and I bob my head while massaging his balls.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck, you suck my cock so good. You’re doing so good, Y/N,” Dick moans louder; not even caring if anyone hears us.

I moan around him. I run my tongue along his shaft, and until my tongue licks the sensitive head, Dick growls loudly.

“Stop teasing me or I won’t do anything for you!” Dick threatens.

“You were planning on doing something for me, Dickie?” I tease back.

“Just suck my cock, Y/N. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

The way Dick’s voice breaks at the end just shows how much torture I’m putting him through. I continue sucking him harder, and I stroke him with what couldn’t fit into my mouth. Dick finally has enough. His fingers run through my hair so he can grip my head and starts to pound into my mouth. I gag and tear up, but I don’t care. Dick then makes it his mission to thrust himself farther and faster into my mouth. I breathe through my nose to calm myself, but his cock and moans are making me wetter than before.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum in your mouth!” Dick whines.

Dick then pushes my head back and orders me to open my mouth. His large hand holds his cock tightly and spurts his cum out onto my tongue. He deliciously moans one last time, and gazes at me as I swallow all his cum.

“Y/N…you’re such a dirty girl,” Dick compliments me.

“Thank you,” I reply proudly.

Dick helps me stand and pushes me against the refrigerator. With my back pressed up, he takes advantage of kissing my neck. Biting and sucking every spot he can, his hand slips into my yoga pants. He rubs my pussy through my panties.

“God, it’s like you were hoping to get fucked by us today, huh?” he whispers in my ear.

“I actually wasn’t expecting any of this. I just dream about it, but that’s about it,” I admit, panting against his chest.

“Bullshit. Just admit it, Y/N. The sooner you admit it, the sooner you’ll feel like you’re flying with me,” Dick says seductively.

Fuck Dick with his charming voice and words. Of course, he had to add his history in his sexy speech; The Flying Grayson’s. He knows I love listening to his circus stories. I groan angrily, and I look into his playful baby blue eyes.

“Fine, I…was hoping one of you would break and fuck me. Happy?” I snap.

“I’m already there, Y/N.”

Dick’s skilled fingers slip into my panties, and he begins rubbing my clit furiously. Gasping, I arch my back, and reveal my neck and chest for Dick to suck, lick, and kiss me until I unravel. He slips two fingers inside me, and finger fucks me until I’m panting and on the brink of losing myself.

“Fuck Dick…don’t stop. Don’t stop, please,” I plead loudly.

“Say my name out loud! I want Bruce and Jason to hear!” Dick demands. He adds another finger, as his thumb rubs consistent circles against my clit.

“Dick! Oh my God, Dick! Don’t stop! I-I’m gonna cum!” I scream.

Dick curls his fingers inside me and rubs against that spot I’ve learned to love and desire more of.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let me feel and taste your cum,” Dick moans in my ear. He can’t stop grinning at me.

“Dick!” I yell. My pussy clenches and unclenches around his fingers. I can feel my juices running down my thighs, and I assume Dick’s hand is soaked right now.

When Dick withdraws his fingers, I lazily watch him stick them in his mouth. He sucks every part of his fingers, and he smiles at me.

“Delicious…I knew you would be delicious, Y/N,” Dick praises me. He finally kisses me and gives me a taste of myself. Our tongues dance along each other, and I let myself fall into his embrace, because he’ll always be there to catch me. Dick pulls away for second, and grins against my lips. “You give amazing head too, sweetheart. Lucky me, right?”

“Dick!” I cry out embarrassed. I slap his chest playfully and kiss him once more.

“You were good, Y/N. So good…” he confesses softly.

“You were too, Dick.”

The moment between us is perfect. I have finally had the two men I fantasized about. Someone clearing their throat interrupts us. We pull away from each other quickly in complete panic mode.

There stood Jason Todd. Completely dressed in his Red Hood costume, with his helmet under his arm, he has an angry, full of rage expression on his handsome features. His blueish, grey eyes are on me, and he tightens his jaw.

“What the actual fuck, Y/N?!”