#sorry Captain if this tags you !!!

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vague and sketchy captain trio shenanigans,, idk pretend theyre seastone bullets or something

[torchtour]

me when the game has themes of failing bodily autonomy and disregarded consent and the horrors of having unreliable caretakers and

[moonlightcycle571]

Marvel making familiars for his loved ones

So I was thinking about Tawky Tawny (again). The thing about him is that he got so many different backstories or explanations on what he might be, but a common enough theme that we see is that he is a stuffed toy when he wants to be.

So here me out.

Tawky Tawny is Billy’s familiar and helps him adjust to his magic when he wants to use it in his small form. He was originally a toy given to Billy by his parents and later given life by The Wizard.

It came with more benefits. Tawny would eat his nightmares, be able to teleport to Billy’s location so that he could never get stolen or lost, protect Billy by going into his tiger form and all around be a constant warmth on his life.

So imagine Billy doing the same as The Wizard.

A lot of his friends aren’t magic users and don’t have the same magical protection he does, so maybe he gives them some enchanted clothing or pendants. A semi familiar (because without magic you can’t make a magical familiar pact with a living animal) where he just makes them familiars.

He would create stuffed animals, and weave in some magic to make them sentient. Maybe it would start with younger heroes, but when he realises his coworkers in the JL need the help as well, he absolutely would make some for them. They, like Tawny prefer to stay in stuffed toy mode, but will sometimes would want to stretch their paws and go into animal form once they feel like they are in a suitable environment.

Just picture it.

It all started with Raven, and the constant stress she might feel with having to constantly guard over Trigon. She can’t have a familiar because most creatures would suffer if give a link to her because her magic is not compatible like that. Captain Marvel decided to make her a companion. He makes her a little leopard wearing an elegant pink suit with a little top hat.

Raven: Is that a plush?

Cap: I heard you have trouble sleeping, so I got you a friend. I haven’t given them a name or pronouns, so that’s up to you.

Raven: … why

Cap: Trust me, they are for nightmares! Tawny *holds up his tiger plush* tells me they are fun to hunt and makes quite the sweet treat.

Raven: *holding the handmade gift* thank you 🥺

Cue shenanigans where she thinks he’s just trying to be a great den mother, and is a tad naive thinking stuffed animals actually work. Not that she isn’t holding little Ebony Darkness every night and is getting the best sleep she has in years.

Another thing to add is that insomnia and PTSD is a common sight within the caped community. And of course Billy notices that. So, after seeing more and more positive results of his plushies, he makes more and more. It becomes a trend. Younger heroes receive a small teddy of an animal and proceed to get attached to it almost immediately.

Nightwing almost cried when he got an elephant wearing a bow tie . Cap said that he seemed like the type to like them. Now Dick has given Zitka a little sibling to sleep at night with. But then that plush becomes fond of Zitka and gave the og elephant plush sentience.

Starfire absolutely adores her shrimp plush. Said something about being able to see colours together. Wally doesn’t know what to think about getting a turtle, but quickly gets attached, even putting little designs in the shell.

Jason also likes to put in patterns in his sting-ray, which Roy doesn’t get cause he thinks his jelly fish is perfect just the way she is. Lian gets a smaller jellyfish, which makes her happy because all the Outlaws get a sea animal.

All the members of YJ, even the retired ones, get a reindeer. They suspect he knows.

It gets back to the JL that Caps giving stuffed toys to their protoges.

Flash: Hey, Cap, how come we don’t get any stuffed animals?

Captain, exited his work is wanted: You want one!!!

Flash, can’t say no to that face: … yes I do

He gets all exited and makes plushies for all of his coworkers, that he pours a bit of extra magic in his work.

CM, fidgeting infringe if the door:

Batman: what is it Captain

CM: I made you something but then I realised that you wouldn’t really want it but then it could be cool if you did and I didn’t want to overthink-

Batman, stopping Billy’s rant: go ahead

CM, hands him a plush snake wearing spectacles: I thought you would like them. I haven’t named them so that’s up to you

Batman, not knowing where to go from here: … is the name important

CM, offended: It’s the MOST important

Batman sighs and keeps the snake. Naturally he does a billion different tests but finds it’s a snake plush. One that’s handmade. That must have taken a lot of time and effort. Batman keeps George Snaking. No he will not admit that having the snake wrapped around his shoulders is soothing.

And it just spirals from there. Hal gets a Sparrow in a poncho, Plastic man gets a kangaroo wearing the nicest boots, Wonder Woman gets a duck in a fancy dress, Aquaman gets a penguin in swim shorts, J’onn gets a lion in a toga … Guy gets a clown fish.

It has no rhyme or reason. The only common thread is that it’s an animal with some sort of clothing. Cap just says that of course they have clothing, they are distinguished and perfectly civilised individuals.

It all come to a head when the League faces some threat, and they are weakened, only for their plushies to fucking teleport and turn into massive version of their respective animals and saves the day.

Hawkwoman, starring at her bear: I- Mrs Snuggles?

Mrs Snuggles: *shrugs*

Shayera: … I could have been getting bear hugs this whole time

Guy: *looks down* Flippers?

Flippers: *flops on the floor*

Guy: ….

Guy: how come the others get bigger version of their animals

The League of Superpets aren’t that worried about competition. They tried to recruit the plush’s, but turns out they are just lazy. Like, they will beat a butch if necessary, but won’t actively go looking for crime to solve. They act more of a home défense.

The only ones who knew about the sentient plushies where Ma and Pa Kent (their Octopus is extent helpful around the farm), Alfred Pennyworth (he’s the one who actually requested hamsters to help keep the manor clean and keep an eye on his family) and Damian who’s instinct immediacy told him his fennec fox is alive.

Oracle got a capybara. The Capybara is the most powerful one Billy has made, second to Tawny. I don’t make the rules.

Constantine is the only one who never got one. Billy is still salty about him trying to steal his powers. Plus he would prolly sell it.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy. 

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort. 

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake. 

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

[ladiesngerms]

all day, fire fresh!

[cerealboxlore]

(this is for the divine twitch chat au my beloved)

captain marvel, at 3am: *preparing a goat for an ancient sacrificial ritual in the watchtower kitchen*

jl member of choice who just wanted a quick break from watchtower duty: hey uhh.. cap? buddy? whatcha.. what are you uh doing there?

cap, basically hissing: the voices, they’re winning

queue misunderstandings and rumours spread among the heroes

This ask had me cackling like a mad man ever since I got it, omg 😂😂😂

There's some hilarity in Billy holding a goat 🐐 like the Billy goat, hahahahaha

This is both hilarious and horrifying, bc if a JL member saw that, it'd be an immediate report to HR or batman. Does the JL even have a HR? Oh man

Also

Memes!

The divine twitch chat AU certainly is expanding and I am here for it!

Also, I hope that goat ends up being safe in the end and getting taken care of By Damian.

[leosulfurous]

Good day to all the unironic active Captain underpants enjoyers on here (hi to all 7 of you) I realised I hadn’t drawn fanart or a thing in a while and I wanted to redraw some book illustrations that I liked so have these small lil doodles

(original illustrations under the cut)

Also here’s a scratchy doodle that I just drew for fun unrelated to the illustrations, epic heist fail

[zaxlotl]

Mouthwashing doodles!!! And no Jimbo because I hate him

[than487]

(sighs dramatically and throws this at you. also open it cause Tumblr quality. sighs again.)

oh he the painter

[arttsuka]

Is it Wrightworth and Spirk ?

Ye...

[sharkuro]

i love throwing out crumbs of my hcs and then forgetting abt them in a week (i have serious memory issues help)

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

screenshot redraw YIPPEE 🐁🐁

We NEEDED to see more of the monkey sidekick having duo 💔 It's okay though, im not angry about this. *my nails dig into my fists*

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinktober day 9: public

hello! i know the prompt for today on the list im using is edging, but two of the last three things i posted before october happened to be edging pieces so at the risk of being too repetitive i decided to go for t4t soapghost gettin down in a public mens room instead. pls enjoy :)

additional tags: soap has had meta bottom surgery, ghost is non op top & bottom, ass eating, anal fingering, blow jobs, almost getting caught, risky behavior, ghost has tattoos

mood music if u please | read on AO3 | nonsenseafterdark's prompt list! | word count: 1590

soap was washing his hands in the teeny mens room, seriously contemplating either going back out to the bar and getting completely obliterated or just skipping out the back door to go home and jerk off. he hadn't wanted to come out with everyone anyway, but he knew he'd fucked up when the moment he'd sat down at the table he'd looked up to see ghost staring him down over the top of the surgical mask he'd opted for this evening.

soap had been trying to ignore the looks, the touches, the obvious lingering for months now, but his resolve had been thin at the beginning and had received no reinforcement since.

he shut the water off and sighed. telling himself to save the money and just go home and jerk off instead, but the second he turned and unlocked the door it swung open and who but lieutenant riley stepped in across the threshold, almost whacking him in the face.

soap felt his stomach drop but stood stiff at the forced proximity. "riley."

"captain," ghost greeted him. "was wonderin' what was takin' you so long back here."

"i'm an adult man, riley, i can take a piss for as long as i please," soap said flatly. "now get out the way," he added, waving a hand to ask ghost to move so he could go home.

"are you going to leave?"

soap closed his eyes and sighed. he generally prided himself on not being easy to read, but somehow simon riley had his fuckin' number, especially when they were in civilian settings. "the fuck does it matter?" he asked exasperatedly. he could be home with his hand in his pants already, but instead he was in the worlds smallest mens room staring at the most irresistible temptation that had ever waltzed into his life.

to make matters worse, ghost took a few slow steps towards him, like he was afraid that if he moved too quickly soap would scare off like a wild animal. "rather you not is all, sir," he said, now standing so close that soap could smell his aftershave even through his mask "can't stand being in places like this without you."

soap looked him up and down as best he could without moving his head. "what're ye gettin' at, simon?"

the name had just slipped out, but the effect was instant: ghost's eyes widened slightly and his entire body perked up at hearing his first name come out of his captain's mouth, something that happened rarely and only when they were totally alone together.

"suppose i'd just rather you stay is all," ghost said, and after hesitating only a fraction of a second he took one more half step forward, delicately putting his fingertips on soap's chest. "sir" he added, eyes flicking between soaps eyes and lips.

"what are you doing, simon?"

ghost pulled his mask down, breathing a bit harder than the situation warranted through slightly parted lips. "guess."

soap slammed him up against the bathroom door, pinning his hands up over his head. "if i didn't know any better i'd say you're comin' on to your fuckin captain," soap growled, just barely hovering over ghosts mouth, "like an insubordinate slag."

ghost practically beamed, painfully smug for someone pinned up against a door by a guy who had ten pounds on him. "i was starting to think you'd never notice, sir - "

soap snapped; he was on him in a moment, silencing him with a harsh kiss that ghost seemed all too eager for.

deciding that fuck it, if he was going that far he might as well go all the way, soap used his free hand to grab ghost's crotch, rubbing up on his tdick through his trousers. ghost moaned loud, far too loudly for being in a public restroom, and soap kissed him harder too as if that would somehow make him quiet down.

ghost shamelessly spread his legs a bit and rutted up against soap's palm. "gonna take me right here, sir? have me right here; right now?" ghost breathed, clearly putting everything he had into tempting soap, apparently not realizing just how far gone soap already was.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you," soap said, and still keeping one hand holding ghost's over his head, he reached down with the other to undo his trousers and slip into his pants.

ghost moaned again, and soap reflexively let go of his wrists to clap a hand over his mouth. "moanin' like a fuckin' whore, riley, whole bar's gonna hear you if you keep that up," soap chastised as he ran two fingers up and down his folds, slicking him up to start jerking him off.

"hnggh." soap moved his hand to rest on ghost's throat. "only a problem if anyone saw me follow you in here," he teased, biting his lip to stifle another groan while soap kept working him.

soap shook his head; he'd had a feeling from ghost's behavior that he'd be like this but was somehow still almost surprised. "bend over the sink," he said, pulling his hand back with no warning and stepping to the side.

ghost looked positively thrilled and did as he was told with no back talk. soap moved behind him and as he pushed down the waistband of ghosts pants and trousers realized he had a -

"a fuckin tramp stamp?"

"i'd hardly call them that, but whatever makes you happy sir," ghost said, wiggling his arse just a bit so that the two scorpions just above his pelvis swayed back and forth a bit. "besides, more where that came from if inks your thing."

soap rolled his eyes and yanked ghost's pants down with no further comment, getting down on his knees so that the soles of his boots were barely up against the door.

"oooh cap, if i knew you'd offer i'd have - "

"shut up, simon." soap spread his cheeks and licked over his arsehole; he could hear ghost gasp into his own palm at the sensation.

"nice and quiet now," soap said, spreading him further and not hesitating to eat his fill.

it didnt take long before ghost was writhing and whining under soaps tongue; soon he had two fingers in ghost's arse and the lieutenant was gripping the sink hard enough that soap, if he had noticed, would have been concerned about it breaking.

he pulled back for a second to tell him: "jerk off, riley, get yourself off for me."

"yessir - " so smug earlier, ghost sounded almost wrecked now, the affirmative slipping out like hot honey while ghost quickly got a hand on himself to do as he was told.

soap kept up a steady pace working in and out of his arse while he did, pushing him closer and closer -

KNOCK KNOCK

"OCCUPIED!"

ghost paused touching himself to hold back a chuckle. "bit obvious there, sir - "

"shut up and keep touchin' yourself," soap demanded, pushing his fingers back deeper into ghost's arse. the lieutenant's head dropped back down and he moaned into his fist again.

soap got his free hand on his own cock, full-body shuddering at finally getting some friction against where he was aching for it while ghost rocked back onto his fingers and tongue until the lieutenant gasped and clenched hard around him, knees knocking together and back arching through an orgasm.

soap pulled his fingers out and gave his hole one last firm lick before he stood up, cock still in his free hand. "alright?"

ghost heaved a breath and pushed himself back mostly upright. "'alright?' he says, as if he didnt just have his tongue in my arse," ghost said turning to face him. his eyes quickly dropped to soaps cock and he dropped to his knees even faster. "please sir?" he said, hiking his pants up and shuffling forward.

soap planted his feet and leaned back against the door. "have at it, then," he said, nodding at his dick.

he'd also had a hunch about this, but it still felt good to be right: ghost sucked dick like a champ, making sure every inch of him got all the attention it deserved, letting soap fuck into his mouth and rut up against his tongue, tracing careful circles around his tip and -

the knob twisted and with sudden pressure up against soaps back, he drove his heels down hard into the floor and pushed back against the door. "GIVE US A MOMENT!" he hollered, again much too loudly, cursing himself for not having locked the fuckin' door.

"come on, si, be good for me," he urged ghost on, "let me cum in your mouth now and i'll fill up your pussy later - "

ghost buried his face in soap's bush, letting out a pleasured groan at the suggestion, and kept working him with his tongue until -

"shit - "

soap tried not to tear at his hair while he came, half bent over the top of ghost's head from the stimulation that was quickly moving towards painful, thighs tensing and flexing while he tried not to make excessive noise.

he finally let go of ghost, hastily moving to pull his trousers back up and urging ghost to do the same. "sure everyone's fuckin' noticed we're gone by now," he said, knowing no one would have the nerve to ask him to his face.

ghost chuckled, pants redone, attempting to smooth out his hair. "hopefully whoever you said 'give us a moment' to wasn't someone we're here with." he leaned over and kissed soap on the cheek. "sir."

[neoymm]

[199?0415 a-picnic-day.avi]

the film by freddy

feat. billy and mary

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am i that bored? yes

but do i have a lot of stuff? also yes

my art style change a lot, i know, i be like that sometimes

here’s some pics of the gallery just in case

i know, i cover a lot of the drawings i made

but some of them are persona (no not the game, the ocs) stuff and future stuff that im plannin’ to post

but you can saw my pfp, and the unfinished bumblebee bc i dont think i’ll finish it lol

and that concept art thingy is for a canvas drawing but i dont think i’ll touch it

[celestialseamysteries]

did some JLI headshots to try and get a feel for them

[fromge]

My favourite part of the show was when the repressed gays lived happily together and nothing sad happened at all

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