#so i did this instead!

[mako-neexu]

ayo i heard you wanted prompts : gudako x romani halloween story , starts off with gudako showing romani her 'halloween royalty' mystic code; after a bit of back & forth role play , romani ends up too flustered by gudako's princely charms to continue working , which leads her to princess carry him back to her room.

and something based on this image (https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/3400850?q=romani_archaman+)

Send help! im not good at characters flirting! I did my best though! Enjoy? Thank you for the exercise! and im so sorry for being so late in replying...

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Heart pounding in her chest, she knocked on Romani’s bedroom door, half-hoping he was out or asleep.

“Come in, door’s open!” was the soft reply from inside. Ritsuka took a deep breath and smiled, excited to show off her new look.

Since Halloween was coming, along with the impending arrival of a certain singer, Da Vinci went ahead and prepared a new mystic code to help Ritsuka with whatever Elizabeth had planned for the day- er, night.

She half-expected something like a school uniform again, but to her surprise, it was a prince costume.

“While I adore creating outfits that bring out your curves, mia cara, I wished to bring out your natural charm this time!” The inventor had cupped her blushing face before sauntering off to take the mystic code from the mannequin.

And upon wearing it, she felt her confidence soar. Da Vinci had said it only had support spells to back both her and her Servants up, but Ritsuka wouldn’t be surprised if she hid a few tricks in between the layers of the fine fabric.

Wearing this, combined with this simple act of seeing Romani—

“Ah, Ritsuka-chan!” Her doctor smiled sweetly, yet his attention was still glued to his computer. His fingers continued to press the keyboard of his computer, only stopping to delete words or backtrack. “If you’re here to fetch me for movie night with Mash, I’m afraid I’ll have to be a little la-”

If it was any other time, she’d have pouted and wrapped her arms behind him, before urging him to leave his work for a while to take a break with her and Mash.

She could always do that. But he’d grown almost immune to cute touches lately that Roman was beginning to reciprocate and relax against her hold.

Ritsuka huffed a little, knowing what she needs to do now.

Unbeknownst to him, she already crossed his room in a few strides, determined to have all of his attention solely trained on her.

She grabbed the back of his chair and spun him to her direction, facing her with red cheeks.

Ah. So he did notice what she was wearing! Only choosing to hide it by distracting himself.

Ritsuka smiles, almost smirking, as she lifts his chin with her own gloved hands, their gazes finally aligning one another, “I came here to fetch my princess,” She takes his hand and kisses his knuckles while holding the wavering stare of those emerald irises, “-in hopes of eloping with him.”

The effect was instant. Romani turned into a shade redder than Ritsuka’s hair and flailed beneath her, “Wha-!? HUH!? Princess- Hah!?!? EH!?!??!”

He could only sink in his chair and clutch at the headrest in an attempt to not topple over from her advances. True, it was unlike her to do this, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?

She weaved their fingers together using the hand she held, never letting go as Romani’s arm quivered and tugged at it. He was so cute, blushing beneath her and desperately trying to regain his usual calm and kind composure.

Her other hand reaches to caress the underside of his jaw, nothing more than a ghostly touch as she leaned forward, “Yes, Roman. My princess. My blushing lover before me.”

He trembled under her grasp, the heat in his face rising to a degree that could definitely rival that of a high-grade fever. She smiled even wider as he looked like he would pass out from her teasing.

“Wha-!?”

And all too suddenly, the doctor’s hands shoot up to wrap around her waist, effectively pulling her against his chest.

“E-Enough of your teasing, Ritsuka!” Romani huffs, tightening his grip and burying his face in her hair.

This time, it was her turn to blush profusely from something so unexpected from her boyfriend.

She would rather get subjected to a thousand halloween events with Elizabeth than admit it though! Thankfully, her face was hidden from his view so she was able to regain her composure, but not without stumbling for a bit.

Ritsuka pushes against his chest and tries to regain her smug smile from earlier, “I-I only want to be able to spend time with my sweetheart, you know?”

God, his pout was so kissable, the temptation to render him breathless for the entire night overshadowed any plans she had for the evening.

Romani pinches her cheek, letting her make an embarrassing squeak, before kissing the sore spot and lingering before it, “If you want to spend time with me, I’m always happy to put off the tasks I am doing, provided it's not an emergency.” He stroked her cheek lovingly before looking into her eyes with—

Argh-!!! The way his sunshine smile pierced through her heart gave her an instant K.O. this round!!!!

There was no way in hell she was losing!

Reluctantly pulling away, Ritsuka decided to counterattack.

She takes his hand and lifts it with the intention to kiss it, grazing his knuckles against her lips while she held his gaze, “Really? But you seemed busy earlier… Could it be that you planned to tell me off gently?” Sadness seeps in her tone. Half-genuine and half-feigned, the trick seemed to work.

The body underneath her tenses and she was once again rendered breathless from the way the hand around her waist tightened further, afraid to let her go, “N-No! I’d never turn you away!” He exclaimed, emerald eyes now pleading and soft, Ritsuka had to force herself to be still lest she breaks her character.

Those same eyes she loved turned away, his blush remained ever so red while he bit his lower lip, “I-It’s just that the outfit you wore…”

Oho? A smile breaks out of her face and this time, she didn’t fight back the desire to kiss him.

And that was what Ritsuka did. Cupping his cheek and tilting his face up to meet hers and clasping her hand around Romani’s own, the contact made her melt and press closer at the same time.

A sweet kiss, one of the many they’ve shared and will share, different and special in its own right. Pulling away had been the hardest part, as she wanted nothing more than to stay locked in the taste of his lips relishing against hers.

Unable to help herself, she nuzzles his hair and kisses his forehead with a smile, “You’re so irresistible, Roman.”

The way he choked and sputtered had her laughing against his hair. Seriously! He was the one killing her right now! “Oh come on, Ritsuka! Are you s-seriously going to torment me like this all night lo-”

She was way too high up in the bliss of kissing her flustered doctor that she shut him up with another round, muffling his sound of surprise before yielding to her affections.

When air became a need, they pulled back to catch their breath. On her part, she only had a few moments before grinning up at him with intent.

Romani’s eyes widened before he could open his mouth to ask what he next devious plan was when his world was tilted and deceptively-lithe arms wrapped around his chest and beneath his knees.

“Ritsuka, oh my god! You’re seriously going to kill me, aren’t you?!” He was suffering from having near permanent red-cheeks that he leaned into her and hid his cute face. 

The master could only laugh as she exited his room and towards her own, carrying the princess she so loved with all her heart.

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i couldnt do the other prompt as im confused where to start it with because its a crack idea thats very confusing for me 😅

[eydilily]

i'll tell you what, its really cute

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[the-meme-monarch]

was thinking abt how anya sleeps by the polle statue. which is motion activated to start talking.

+ i like drawing polle as a Character

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Curly should've killed J*mmy this, Swansea should have killed J*mmy that,

Anya should have gotten to Brokenstar his ass

Bonuses:

Jackshit mouthwashing first human in the dark forest (warrior cat hell)

Edit: part 2 jotulism gets mauled by wcwiwc (warrior cat women in war crimes) in warrior cat hell

[ash-and-starlight]

humble contribution

[fanaticalthings]

While I do find it funny that henchmen in Gotham probably warn each other about the Red Hood because he's a bat who will actually kill you. I think it would be better if Jason was actually seen as some sort of savior or idol to like 90% of the goons scattered around Gotham. Doesn't matter who they work for, they all know Jason, former crime-lord that took over majority of Gotham's underground in one night.

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Jason, years after the events of UTRH, now fighting crime alongside the batfam, except every goon he runs into immediately recognizes him, stops fighting, and starts begging.

the first time it happens, Jason assumes they're begging for their lives only to hear them begging for him to return to the crime lord business so they can work for him and not Gotham's current money-stingy, abusive rogues (Black Mask lol)

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Jason showing up to patrol as backup for Dick in an overrun warehouse full of Two-Face's henchmen and as Jason's about to interfere, one of the men stops dead in their tracks and stares really hard at Jason until:

Goon: Oh my God, boss, is that you?

Jason, pulling out his guns, about to shoot:

Goon: Mr. Hood, sir???

Jason, halfway about to pull the trigger: Wait a min–Jeremy? Oh wow, it's been ages! How's the wife?

Goon (Jeremy): Oh my God it IS you, holy shit where have you BEEN? Me and the guys miss you, man!

Dick, with a knife at his throat: What is happening right now

Jason: Ahh, well, crime-lording just wasn't fitting in on the daily schedule. Tryna turn over a new leaf and all that

Goon (Jeremy): Aw, that's disappointing. We really liked working for you, right guys?

[Chorus of enthusiastic "YEAHS" from the rest of the henchmen (even the one holding Dick at knifepoint)]

Goon (Jeremy): Well, anyways, I can't beat you up knowing you're my old boss! You gave us the best health benefits! We'll just let you take the evidence and leave.

Jason: Aw, thanks guys :)

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And that's why 95% percent of Jason's missions in Gotham end in success. Not because he's willing to kill people or because rogues are terrified of him, but because 90% of the rogues' henchmen once worked for Jason and fuckin love him lol.

[kiachnishsblog]

Superbat headcanon:

Clark goes to interview Bruce Wayne. He expects either a flirtation by Wayne or just talking business. What Clark DOESNT expect, is to have Wayne, a multimillionaire/billionaire, info dump about Gray Ghost because nobody else would listen to him talk about it.

Now, when Clark leaves Wayne Enterprises, he knows all the Gray Ghost lore. What is he gonna do with this knowledge? He has no idea. But atleast Bruce looked happy infodumping on him.

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[basket-of-loquats]

jayvik sketch inspired by kiss of judas by giotto

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[newquestion]

I just know you guys would LOVE to be in this position

bonus:

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

[plain-text version of this post can be found under the cut]

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Plain-text version:

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.