#slush head

[capndragn94]

*The Space Mutants accidentally kidnap Finn*

Finn: My mommy's not gonna let you get away with this!

Quakke: Big f**kin' whoop! We fought the Horde Armada, and those guy's were strong as shit!

Finn: Yeah? So did my mom!

Quakke: By herself?!

Finn: Yeah!

Flogg: Oh god, your mother's She-Ra. Oh my god, you morons stole She-Ra's kid?! How?! How did you steal She-Ra's kid?!

Kalamarr: Well, first we beat up her wife...

Flogg: Oh, my shit... 

[thewookieshoard]

Christmas present to myself

[dberl]

You know, I actually had to check myself for a second. I was like "Wait, Flogg didn't have a tail did he?" I mean, I know The New Adventures were notorious for animation errors, so I wouldn't put it past them to accidentally give Flogg a tail for a few frames but I am glad this is just a very convincing edit...

I gave Flogg a tail

[hostilemuppet]

Every update the answer you gave about Holly getting lots of tattoos when she's older runs through my head. Like with where her character is at now? You just KNOW they aren't going to be out of positive feelings. She feels trapped as an extension of her parents (Even being called John Dory's "illegitimate bastard child", which is FOUL) so I feel like they'd come from her desperate struggle to differentiate herself from them. (1/2)

FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING TDAU HOLLY ANALYSIS! we should all acknowledge holly more methinks. shes a celebrity kid desperate to feel valued as more than her parents child, and in the process stops anyone from respecting her

[gaygirldoodles]

In my JD era

[ted-calling-orson]

the Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter universe would be wild bc like T.R and his siblings would all be half-vampire

I had more on this but i just woke up and have yet to finish AL:VH so

[ssruis]

I have somehow gone from only struggling with one part of the becoming potatoes master chart to struggling with three completely different parts. Somehow I have gotten worse. It’s honestly kind of impressive. Actually the worst chart in the entire game I’m so sick of it. And it has the audacity to be one of the worst scoring charts in the entire game too… by a large margin…

[trans-gay-blob-of-slime]

Augh

[fukiana]

i gotta stop unchecking this fr

finding out people who have been tiresome about "DNI if you interact with [insert 'problematic' content they don't like here]/i check everyone who follows me and block if you reblog x, y or z" are now reblogging the new indie fandom taking the internet by storm that has some deliberately shocking/disturbing content, i'm gonna lose my mind.

[medicinemane]

I still wonder about the people who double down on communism... and not even like me when I was younger where I got (not the full extent, but got) that the soviet union and such were awful, but just thought that maybe with less terrible people at the helm it could work (later realizing that these kind of things always have power hungry people rise to the top) Anyway, no I just don't get the "well see, you've admitted your great grandpa owned a chicken, sounds like he deserved to die" people... like the fuck is there even to gain here about being smug while dying on a particularly stupid hill?

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

7-eleven slurpees

[chatterboxunlimited]

Shaking the little guys in my head harder and harder by the day to get me through February

[thesecondhandwoman]

SNOW DAY IN ZAUN

Sevika x f!reader

Synopsis: You and Sevika were just waking up for the morning, expecting it to be a calm and slow one, when you suddenly saw snow falling from outside your window. At such a rare occasion in Zaun, Sevika struggled to get you bundled up before you bolted out the door to enjoy the snowy day.

Request: @lilyyx0

It was the kind of morning that begged to be slow, the sort where the world outside was eerily quiet, as if wrapped in a soft blanket of stillness. Sevika stirred in bed, her muscular arm lazily thrown over her lover’s waist, her breathing slow and steady. The warmth of your body nestled against hers was something she never took for granted.

You were awake before her, not unusual given Sevika’s penchant for late nights working or dealing with the chaos of Zaun. You hadn’t stirred much, content to bask in the weight of her arm, the smell of her, the low hum of the city beyond your window.

But something caught your eye.

A flicker of white.

You blinked, sitting up slightly to peer out of the window. Your breath hitched.

Snow.

You hadn’t seen snow in Zaun in years. Its arrival was rare, a fleeting gift that vanished as quickly as it came, leaving behind only slush and muck. But this? This was the kind of snow that stuck. Big, fat flakes swirled outside, blanketing the drab metal and grime of Zaun with a pristine softness.

“Sevika!” you gasped, shaking her shoulder with barely contained excitement.

The mercenary groaned, cracking one eye open to look at you. “What is it?” Her voice was rough with sleep, but her tone softened when she saw your face. You looked so bright-eyed, your excitement infectious despite her drowsiness.

“It’s snowing!” you exclaimed, scrambling out of the warm cocoon of blankets to press your face against the glass. “Look! Sevika, it’s snowing!”

Sevika rubbed at her face, sitting up slowly. Her hair was a mess, her tank top rumpled, but she couldn’t help but smile as she watched you practically bouncing on your toes like a kid.

You turned to her, eyes sparkling. “We have to go outside! Come on, Sev!” You grabbed her hand, trying to pull her out of bed, but she was an immovable force, her lips twitching with amusement.

“Whoa, slow down, sweetheart,” Sevika chuckled, tightening her grip on your hand so you couldn’t drag her anywhere just yet. “You can’t go out there in your pajamas. You’ll freeze your ass off.”

You pouted, glancing longingly at the door, but Sevika tugged you gently back towards her. “Let’s get dressed first. I’m not having you catch a cold because you couldn’t wait two minutes.”

“Fine,” you huffed, but your smile betrayed your excitement as you darted towards the closet. Sevika shook her head, stretching before standing up to get ready. She was slower than you, of course, but she couldn’t resist sneaking glances at your adorable, impatient pacing.

Finally, bundled in layers, you practically bounced by the door as Sevika adjusted her gloves. “Alright, alright,” she said, pulling on her heavy coat. “Let’s go, you damn snow bunny.”

The moment you stepped outside, the cold bit at your nose and cheeks, but the sight of snowflakes falling all around made you forget everything else. The streets of Zaun, usually dull and oppressive, were transformed by the thick layer of white. The sky was still a muted gray, but the snow made everything feel lighter, cleaner.

And you weren’t the only one out enjoying it. Dozens of Zaunites had braved the cold to revel in the rare sight. Children ran around laughing, tossing snowballs at one another, while others carefully constructed lopsided snowmen. For a moment, Zaun didn’t feel so grim.

You immediately dove into the snow, scooping it up with bare hands despite Sevika’s muttered protests about gloves. She stood back, arms crossed, watching you with a fond smile as you started rolling snow into a ball. It wasn’t long before a group of children caught sight of you, and they hesitantly approached.

“Wanna help me make a snowman?” you asked, your voice soft and inviting.

The kids’ faces lit up, and they eagerly joined in, chatting and laughing as you directed them. Sevika leaned against a nearby lamppost, watching the scene unfold. You looked so happy, your cheeks pink from the cold, your eyes shining as you helped a little girl add a crooked carrot nose to the snowman’s face.

Sevika couldn’t help but smile, her usually stoic expression melting into something tender. She stayed back, giving you space to play, but her eyes never left you.

One of the braver kids ran over to her, holding a snowball. “Are you gonna help us, lady?”

Sevika raised an eyebrow. “I’m better at knocking things down than building them.”

The kid giggled and ran back to you, but not before Sevika saw you glance at her over your shoulder, your face alight with a grin that made her heart clench.

Eventually, you broke away from the group to join Sevika, brushing snow off your gloves. “You’re not gonna stand there all day, are you?” you teased, looping your arm through hers. “Come build something with me.”

Sevika rolled her eyes but let you drag her to an untouched patch of snow. Together, you started building what could generously be called a snow fort. She wasn’t particularly skilled at it, but her strength made the work faster, and you couldn’t stop giggling every time one of her blocks came out lopsided.

As the day wore on and the snow continued to fall, you found yourself collapsing into Sevika’s arms, both of you sitting in the snow. The world around you was a blur of laughter and joy, but all you could focus on was her.

“Thanks for coming out with me,” you murmured, pressing a cold-nosed kiss to her cheek.

Sevika smirked, wrapping her arms around you to keep you warm. “Anything for you, doll.”

You smiled up at her, giving her one last kiss before you enjoyed a snow day in Zaun.

[luveline]

Ok but can you imagine if bombshell!reader who is pregnant does fall down somewhere?? Everyone, Spencer very much so, freaks out and she tries to play it off cool even though she’s really sore. She and baby are ok but she and Spencer are definitely shaken up by this and he’s even more hover-y from this 😭🥲

ty for requesting <3 pregnant!reader falling and panicking lovely bf spencer, 1.3k

“We’re like, the dream team,” you say, sewing your arm through the crook of Spencer’s. He’s trying to zip up your jacket, which is difficult given the ever-growing curve of your stomach. With one arm, it’s hopeless. 

“We are,” he murmurs obligingly, thinking about how cold it is outside and how you’ve yet to give in to the ‘ugly-fest’ of maternity clothes at work. It’s a shame. You look adorable in them at home. “Maybe you should put on your hoodie.” 

“It’s fine, it’s like, three steps between the station and the hotel.” You smile at him. He loves your eyes, your lashes, and he forgets to be stern. 

“Let’s go, then.” He waves at Emily where she’s chatting with an officer. “You ready?” he asks. 

Penelope pops her head out of the office with her laptop bag tucked under her arm. “Let’s go home, my chickens.” 

You and Spencer devolve into one of your murmured conversations, giggling, pressed arm to arm as you and the team emerge from the warmth of the police station and into the cold winter air. It’s sub zero outside, Spencer’s sure, wanting to get you back out of the elements as quickly as possible. 

He takes the steps first and holds out his hand a few beneath. Emily laughs, says, “He’s so chivalrous,” to Penelope’s delight. 

“He’s always been our gentleman,” Penelope says. 

You look eager to agree. “He’s my prince,” you tease gently, taking his hand, leaning just a little too far forward. 

Your foot slips out from underneath you with a sound like a knife scraping the snow. You fall hard and fast, and the horror is that your one leg trips more than the other and you end up slamming flat on your side. 

Spencer has you up again before the slush can so much as wet your clothes, but it doesn’t matter. Your eyes go wider than he’s ever seen them and your lips struggle down into an immediate frown, a wobbly expression, alarm in your voice as you say, “Oh, woah.” 

“Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?” Penelope asks, she and Spencer rushing down to the bottom of the steps to meet you. 

“Sit her down, Spencer,” Emily says quickly, not scornful or anything but her concern turning her tone hard. 

“It’s wet,” he says, as his head bubbles up with horrible statistics. 

“Spencer,” you say tightly, “I’m fine.” 

You don’t look fine. He yanks his suit jacket off and drops it to the floor, a write off, he and Penelope encouraging you to sit on the bottom step. Your eyes are filled with tears, he suspects from panic and pain at once, and he doesn’t really know what to do in this situation for a second, he has to think back. It’s hard to think and hold your hands at the same time. 

“It’s okay,” he says, enthusing his voice with false pep. 

“What should we do?” Penelope asks, quicker to panic than the rest of you. 

Spencer bends down in front of you. You’re the only person that matters in that moment. “What hurts?” he asks, hand hovering over your side. “Does anything hurt?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe out, before shaking your head, “What about–” You cut yourself off. “Yeah.” 

Spencer takes your wrist. “I’m gonna call Dr. Cordell right now. Okay? Just as a precaution. That’s what you’re supposed to do, okay?” 

“I think I hurt my hip,” you say smally. 

With some help from the girls, Spencer gets you back to the hotel. He calls your doctor, and they decide to get you an emergency check up with an antenatal doctor he knows while you’re still out of state. It feels less panicky and more dread while you wait, but the appointment goes well, and you’re given the all clear a few hours after your fall. 

You’re uncharacteristically quiet at the hotel. Spencer asks if you’re alright and you say, “Of course,” while he spends the rest of the evening watching you wince. 

It’s getting ready for bed where he finally gets you to crack for him. You’re not expecting to be sore, that much is clear, and you’re bashful asking for his help. “I can’t get my shirt over my head,” you say from the bathroom, with no need to shout. He can hear you from his not so casual seat at the foot of the bed. 

He lost his tie a few hours ago, and his suit jacket lays soggy in a plastic bag on top of his suitcase. He rolls his sleeves up as he eases into the small bathroom, eyes dropping to the naked bump of your stomach where your shirt is pooled. You have a yellowy bruise taking form on your hip. Another on your bump, like the lines of the stone steps. 

“Angel,” he murmurs, fingers glancing over the bruise gently. 

“Doesn’t hurt.” 

“You don’t have to lie.” 

You poke him. “Help me get changed, handsome.” You laugh at your demanding. “Please help me get changed.” 

“So rude,” he says. 

He grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it up your back and over the back of your head so as to not agitate your cut up elbow again. You sigh as he pulls it clean, leaving you shirtless and gorgeous in the bathroom, despite all your worrying. He should tell you. He can’t not tell you, really. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, taking your shoulders into his hands. 

“Even with the baby weight?” you ask. 

He rubs your arm. “You’ve never been this beautiful.” 

“Oh, no, don’t say that.” You cover his arm with yours, hand over his, fingers intertwining loosely. 

“You’re always…” He leans down. He’d been about to stop himself, but he continues, lips just an inch from yours, the two of you eye to eye. “Beautiful. I’m sorry about today, it was my fault.” 

“It was my fault.” 

“I should’ve been more careful, I knew it was cold enough for frost.” 

“I should’ve been more careful,” you say, frowning at him indignantly, “I know how fragile I am right now and I’m not being careful enough.” 

“You slipped,” he argues. It could only be an accident.

“What if she felt it?” you whisper. 

Spencer was trying to assuage your fears and he’d been planning on a kiss, but a hug feels more important in that moment, a careful loop of his arms under yours. His few inches of height over you are especially helpful in steering clear of your stomach. “She didn’t feel it, Y/N, I promise. You took the fall for her, and the doctor said everything is just fine. She didn’t even know it was happening, I swear.” 

You let out a long, slow breath. You nod into his should after a few moments. “Okay. Thank you for picking me back up, Spence.” 

“That was impressive, right?” 

You poke him some more as you let the entirety of your weight slouch into his front. “You’re quite impressive, Reid. I felt the muscle.” You kiss his neck, voice dropping to a murmur, “I’m okay.” He hasn’t realised how badly he needed reassurance too. 

“I know.” 

“Sorry if I was dramatic,” you say. 

“Dramatic?” he laughs, thumb on your neck drawing shapes. “You tried to tell me you were fine. That’s the opposite of dramatic.” 

“…Maybe I should slow down some. Maybe. Take some days off.” 

Spencer kisses the top of your head. “That could be nice. You’ve been bouncing around for months. We could just spend a couple of days laying down, right? You can try out some of those maternity pyjamas you’re so reluctant to wear.” 

“Why’d you buy so many?” 

“I’m trying to take care of you. I thought I’d finally be allowed,” he says. 

Your voice turns to a whisper. “You always take care of me, Spence. You really do.” 

[wonderjanga]

The Devil’s Temptations

The Devil’s Temptations: Smoking, Drinking, and Rock and Roll. Or at least, that’s what the pastor told Billy once when the man gave him ten bucks for food. The man lets him clean up the chapel seats every other Sunday for money. During Christmases, he decides to be more generous and give Billy twenties. You see, Billy has an interesting relationship with all three of the things. The relationships would no doubt disappoint the pastor. Though, two out of the three are simply to make himself seem more adult as Marvel, while one of them is simply because Freddy likes Elvis.

Like the smoking, it’s something adults do. Billy himself would never ever ever try it. (besides that one time he tried a cotton candy, watermelon, peach, strawberry, coconut vape and immediately ended up vomiting what little food he had eaten that day) But! Marvel’s an adult. And last he heard, you had to be like twenty something to get cigarettes. That’s what Mary told him anyways. So, every now and then, he’ll try to drop stealthy little hints that he smokes whenever Solomon suggests it.

One of these instances was when league ended up having to fight this ginormous octopus that was nearly as big as Metropolis. The battle ended with the monster exploding. Every league member on duty was covered in monster guts, blood, and juices. Including Billy. Like actually. Everything in the area was stained purple from head to toe. As for why the octopus monster’s blood was purple? None of them had a single clue. They proceeded to stand in silence as the liquid dripped off of them and onto the ground, which was also purple.

Solomon: NOW BILLY! SAY IT.

Marvel: *drags hand down face to wipe off all the gunk and takes a deep sigh* “I need a cigarette.”

Other Leaguers: *slowly look to Marvel*

Marvel: *already heading to the nearest Zeta Location*

By the way, he stole this phrase from a prostitute friend of Ms.Bambi who got caught and soaked in the rain while working the corner. Let’s also say it’s Ms.Foxy from my Marvel Pranks Hal post. (In that post, she’s still a prostitute, and if you want to know what she has to do with pranking Hal… Billy’s a little, a lot unhinged in that post)

//mini flashback//

Billy: *jogging through the hallway*

Ms.Foxy and Ms.Bambi: *talking*

Ms.Foxy: “I need a damn cigarette.”

Billy: “Hi, Ms.Bambi! Hi, Ms.Foxy!” *waves as he passes by them*

//end of mini flashback//

The two had no idea the child heard.

After this incident, Aquaman invited him for whiskey and cigars with a couple other heroes. They ended up playing poker, in which Billy basically ended up robbing them blind. Poker Nights with the Lords of different Hells really pays off. Also, a hero snuck a picture of him as Marvel, dressed in civvies with a cigar in between his teeth while holding some cards. Anyone who saw this didn’t know whether to be surprised that Marvel smokes cigars, or that he can play poker.

Aquaman: “How long have you smoked?”

Marvel: “Uh…”

Solomon: “TWELVE YEARS, BOY!”

Marvel: “Twelve years.”

Aquaman: “Damn, and you have the voice of an angel. I don’t hear the slightest bit of grit. How do you do it?”

Marvel: “The uh- smoke doesn’t harm me.”

Aquaman: “Ooooooh.”

Then, there’s Billy’s relationship with drinking. Now, you see, he’s never personally been a fan of drinking. Many of his foster parents did, but surprisingly, the few parents that were heavy drinkers had their moods tempered down. You’d think it’d make it worse. So, if anything, Billy has an okay relationship with it. He doesn’t like it because of the bad memories it brings, but it itself wasn’t what caused those memories.

Though, nowadays, he has better memories of drinking. It reminds him of the others dragging him to bars and having fun and all that. Now, he doesn’t really go with them often, considering the fact it’s kind of illegal, but he’ll go every now and then and come back with a smile. He loves the frozen daiquiris. They’re basically just slushes with a zing. Even then, it’s not like he can get drunk in his Marvel form.

GL: *tipsy* “Dude, why do you keep ordering daiquiris?”

Marvel: “They’re delicious. Want some?” *offers his drink*

GL: *sips from Marvel’s straw* “Stop, these are actually really good.”

Marvel: “I know, right?” *takes his straw out, places it on a napkin, asks Dinah for hand sanitizer (idk she seems like the type to carry a little bottle in her purse), then proceeds to squirt a giant glob over the part of the straw Hal sipped from*

GL: *doesn’t notice and orders a daiquiri for himself*

By the way, every single person is rightfully horrified when they found out Billy is a kid.

Aquaman: *thousand yard stare as he remembers the times he’s drank and smoked with Marvel*

Flash: *absolutely horrified with his jaw dropped so far down it looks dislocated because he remembered he invited Marvel to his bachelor party*

Superman: *same expression as Flash as he remembered all the times they sent Marvel to fight him whenever he got mind controlled*

GL: *sweating as he remembers the times he’s tried to invite Marvel to clubs* (That was an automatic hell no for Billy. He might try to act more like an adult but he is absolutely never stepping foot into a club.)

Batman: *eyes slowly moving to side eye everyone mentioned above*

Wonder Woman: *more puzzled than anything because she thought of Cap as a big brother. Is wondering if that means he’s now her little one*

Martian Manhunter: *surprised because he expected Marvel to be a hundred thousand year old immortal being or something*

[letbludcook]

warning. explicit sexual content

tags. creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking

you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.

but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.

you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?

"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."

you incoherently moan your grievances—of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.

what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.

"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "but these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."

it's the thought that counts, though—his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.

"you see?"

then he thrusts inside.

god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.

"b-but, yeah," he rasps, then there goes another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again; you gape your mouth open, "never knew you like me—fuck, baby—this much."

hell you do like him so much; if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.

"mind repeating what you said earlier?"

which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.

"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much to let me do that, huh?"

"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."

his approving hum thereafter just tells how pleasured he'd be to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his body. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.

it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls. much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.

you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrists on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. when he buries his dick deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, as he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself. it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.

you two take your pretty time coming off your highs.

and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum drips from your cunt.

you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.

ERWIN smith, LEVI ackerman, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, GOJO satoru, AKI hayakawa, etc.