#this one isn’t big

[spinner-of-yarns]

Discovering a spider when you’re home alone is truly the worst.

[frownyalfred]

Bruce Wayne, in public as Brucie, has a weak and tepid handshake in order to both evoke dislike in the handshake partner and to lessen chances of someone detecting his calluses and above-average grip strength. in this essay I will—

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[dclovesdanny]

Accidental Kidnapping x Cajun Fudge

After the reveal, Jack divorced Maddie. He couldn’t accept her hatred of their son, and her suggestion to experiment on their son was the last straw.

Moving to Gotham was nice. He was a mechanic now, and both of his kids were happy and going to school. He was even friends with a couple of his neighbors.

However, he couldn’t pay attention sometimes, which meant when the alert about Poison Ivy causing havoc, he was oblivious and walked home as normal. Which lead to him getting caught up in the attack.

The batfamily was going through a lot.

Bad News: Poison Ivy was causing chaos, and Harley and Killer Croc were joining her. (Apparently there was a group causing problems for the environment, who were going around and calling people freaks and “Ecto contaminated”. These guys were also something the Batfam was watching, because they definitely seemed creepy. And who wears all white in Gotham?)

Worse News: Poison Ivy had a “surprise pollen” that Harley worked with her on that could cause multiple different things, and affected everyone differently. And a civilian got hit

Good News: The civilian seemed to be only hit with a version of cuddle pollen and didn’t attempt to harm them.

Weird News: The civilian beat up the white suited men and proceeded to cuddle the shit out of Killer Croc, forcibly spooning him.

Now, they had a bunch of unconscious unknowns all over the place, a civilian who was cuddling a confused Killer Croc, and a similarly confused Poison Ivy and Harley who were trying to get the civilian to let the giant homicidal croc man go.

[pretend-theres-a-name-here]

Little thing I wrote while procrastinating writing part 5 of Hide Your Heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve Harrington who knows his kid brother is obsessed with some niche, up and coming metal band. Steve Harrington who groans and grumbles and carries on about having to drive him around to shows and listen to him nerding out but does it anyway. Steve Harrington who doesn’t really pay attention because the lights on the stage are too bright and drown out whoever’s playing. Steve Harrington who is currently wading through a crowd making their way to the door, going against the current and stumbling as he searches for the mop of hair he promised to get home.

“Henderson!” He cups his hands around his mouth, “Where is that kid?” 

He finds himself pushed to the outskirts of the mass of bodies, plastered to a wall but he still pitches forward when a particularly rowdy young woman rams into him. He thinks he’s going to go all the way to the floor when a hand snags his elbow, holding him up. He turns to rush out an apology, a few thanks for the save, but stops before he can get the words out because holy shit the guy is gorgeous.

And Steve—well Steve has been doing some thinking about himself. About how most guys don’t have to mentally prepare themselves to go into the locker room after pe class. About how most guys don’t let their friends paint their nails pretty colors. Robin told him that there was this thing called being bisexual and he thought some things were clicking into place. So he’s gotten used to going out and noticing more than just girls, it’s not uncommon, but this guy is hot, like really hot. 

He’s dressed in leather pants and a cut off tank top that hangs around his sides. Tattoos, more doodles than actual designs, on full display for the world to see, running up his arms and peeking out from his ribs. His hair is in curly tangles, sweat sticking it to his forehead but he’s grinning. He has a jacket, leather, in his other hand. 

He’s also still holding on to Steve’s arm. Warm rings press into the inside of his elbow as he rights himself.

“First time?” The man asks.

“Y-yeah.” Steve gets out, “I’m supposed to be here with my brother, he’s a huge fan of some band playing here. Molded Coffin or something.”

The guy’s face breaks out into a full on smile, humor sparking in his eyes but Steve doesn’t know if what he said was that funny.

“Yeah? Where’s he at?” The guy still hasn’t let go, leading Steve away from the crowd and further into the room where there were less people.

“I’m actually looking for him now. Left him alone for five minutes to get a drink and he disappears.”

“You need help? These things can get a little crazy.” The man offers.

“You do this a lot?” Steve asks, immediately mentally face palming. He practically asked the guy if he came here often, he was going to think he was flirting. Was he?

The man just smiled, “You could say that. Eddie.” He finally released Steve’s arm in favor of holding out his hand. They shook hands and Steve told the man—Eddie—his name.

They talked for a while, Eddie got them drinks and Steve told himself that Dustin was old enough to behave himself for 15 minutes. Eddie kept an arm around his shoulders the whole time, shielding him from the chaos of the dwindling crowd was his excuse. Steve would have told him he didn’t need an excuse if that didn’t seem too forward.

 Eddie was just asking for his number when someone behind them called, “Ed! Quite flirting and get your ass over here! You’re helping us tear down this time!”

Eddie sighed, “Duty calls.” He scribbled something on to a napkin, patting it against Steve’s chest and backing away, “I’ll be waiting for yours, sweetheart.”

And Steve was either drunk or insane because he actually laughed at that. Laughed again when he looked at the napkin and saw numbers almost unreadable, a winking face below them.

“Steve! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you—What’s that?” Dustin’s tone went from annoyed to prying as soon as he saw the napkin.

“None of your business.” He stuffed the napkin in his pocket, “Are you ready to go or what, kid, I’ve been waiting forever.” He poked Dustin’s shoulder until he got moving and then he poked it again when Dustin scowled at him.

In the car he was once again subjected to Dustin’s after show rant about how cool it was. The guitarist apparently broke two strings and flipped the crowd off with his bloody fingers—which they went wild for, which Dustin screeched along with them for. They played a new song, but it all sounded the same to Steve. That was as much as he heard, though, his mind kept wandering back to the man after the show. To the number in his pocket. He debated putting it to use, was the next day too soon? How long was too long until Eddie forgot about him? A guy like that probably had a mountain of napkins with numbers thrown at him every day. He decided to get over himself and call late the next day. 

“Hi, this is Steve.” He suddenly felt very silly for calling but it was too late now.

“Steve, pretty boy from the show last night Steve?” And just like that he forgot why he hesitated to call.

“That would be me.” He cringed, “No, wait, that sounds so self centered.”

“Not self centered if it’s a compliment.” Eddie argued.

“If you say so.”

They talked, got 10 whole minutes of random conversations Steve never wanted to end before Eddie cursed.

“I’m sorry, I promised my uncle I’d help at the shop.” He muttered, “I’m gonna be late.”

“That’s fine, you should go help him.”

“I’ll call you later?” Eddie asked, and if Steve didn’t know any better he’d say it sounded hopeful.

“I’ll be here later.” He responded. 

They called all the time after that, whenever they were both free. They even met up in person, it was just to the park because Eddie found out Steve had never fed ducks before, but it ended with another day scheduled to spend together and then another and then a month had passed and he could say they were officially dating. It was the best time Steve had had in a long time and he really didn’t want it to end. The realization came to him one night, after another day with Eddie, and it wasn’t as shocking as he thought it would be. It was a Friday night, Eddie was busy most Saturdays—something about going to shows with the guys—so a lot of their slow nights were Fridays. They were watching TV on the couch in Eddie’s trailer, which was quickly becoming Steve’s favorite place, when he found himself watching the way Eddie laughed and even jumped at whatever horror movie was on more than he was watching the movie itself. 

“I love you.” He whispered. 

Eddie’s head whipped around, eyes wide, movie forgotten, “I love you too!” And then Steve couldn’t be blamed for not watching the movie anymore when he was practically tackled to the couch, laughing the whole way down.

It was a month after that night that he was steeling himself outside of his front door.

“It’ll be fine.” He said to himself, “They’re going to love you.” He said to Eddie who was gripping his hand.

“It’ll be fine.” Eddie agreed and he almost sounded convinced.

Today was the one day that everyone could gather at Steve’s. The whole party had shown up, everyone he had folded into his makeshift family was in his living room waiting for him to get back with the new partner he told them he was introducing. Today was the day they decided to tell people about them.

Steve pushed the door open, taking a deep breath before leading Eddie to the living room. All of his friends sat scattered around the room. On the couch and floor and coffee table. He could do this.

“Uh. Hey.” He cleared his throat, “I’m back.” All eyes snapped to him, eager to know who this mystery person was.

Eddie tried for an awkward wave but their hands were still connected so they just shook between them.

The silence was getting unbearable until finally Robin shot up from the floor and tackled him in a hug, subsequently dragging Eddie along into it.

“I’m so happy for you, dingus.” She laughed as she pulled away, “Robin.” She stuck her hand out to Eddie who visibly relaxed, “Best friend, platonic soulmate, hurt him and I swear to god you’ll wake up with no kneecaps.”

“Eddie.” Eddie squeaked, shaking her hand hastily.

“Bobbin.” Steve only called her that when she was being particularly over the top because it annoyed her to no end and she knew this, “Tone it down, would you?”

The rest of the group chorused their hellos and introductions and a weight lifted off of Steve’s shoulders at the sight of all of his friends accepting the news without comment. Until he realized there was only one person who hadn’t spoken a word, standing in the middle of the room with a strange look on his face.

“Dustin?” Steve prompted, voice strained.

“Oh my God.” Dustin mumbles in disbelief.

“Dustin…” Steve shot him a warning glance, “If you’ve got a problem with it—”

But Dustin ignores him, he’s staring at Eddie in shock, “Oh my God!” He practically shouts, coming to life to jump and screech, “That’s—! You’re—! You’re Eddie Munson!” 

Eddie grins, seemingly unfazed by this bizarre reaction to meeting your brother’s boyfriend, “I take it you’re a fan?”

“A fan of what?” Steve asks, pulling his hand out of Eddie’s to turn to him face to face.

At the same time, Dustin starts babbling hysterically, “A fan? Only the biggest CC fan in all of Hawkins! I have every song on vinyl, like three posters and—oh my god this is so embarrassing. Eddie Munson is in my house and I’m telling him I have his face on my wall.” 

He keeps talking but it’s more to himself than anyone else in the room so Steve raises an eyebrow at Eddie, “What’s he talking about? Why are you on posters and why does he have them?”

Eddie, for the first time since Steve has known him, looks almost sheepish, “Oh…I guess I’m kind of, maybe the frontman of Corroded Coffin.” He might be blushing.

“You’re that nerd Dustin’s always going on about?!” Steve exclaims.

[lotus-pear]

whatever happens, please don’t break

[astronomodome]

I think it’s kind of crazy how Skizz’s arc in the life series is so integrally defined by his being a loyal soldier of the Red Army in third life, a position in which he felt comfortable and confident in his value to the server. The archetype he sees as the ideal team, one that not only protects each other but works for the wellbeing of the server, that template that he follows is the Red Army. Every season since, he falls into a leadership role whether he intends to or not, and every time he tries to recreate that formula with the team he leads. And here’s the thing: it never works.

In Last Life, team BEST’s first objective is to not only secure the enchanting table, but to make it free to use for everyone. Their goal here is to become the “heroes of the server” through this, and Skizz openly says that. However, any victories they achieve are plagued by the fact that… well… there never really was a team BEST. There’s a team BE and a team ST and they work together in theory, but as soon as there’s cracks in the foundation- a boogeyman here, an accidental death there, it falls apart (never all the way while Skizz is alive, but still). Skizz dies a lonely failure of a red life, wearing the initials of his team on his head and haunting them after he dies.

In Limited Life, he gets a chance to try again. Bdubs was the most obvious point of failure for BEST, so why not replace him with sweet and reliable Impulse? And yes, as a group, TIES works much better. Unfortunately, this season doesn’t go well for Skizz, and he’s in the weeds so to speak pretty much the whole time. But one of their crowning achievements- blowing up Bread Bridge- is rationalized by Skizz to his team as a heroic and charitable act. Another set of heroes. But not the strongest players out there. Skizz dies to keep it going just a little longer.

In Secret Life, he has the Heart Foundation, which differs a lot from what Skizz claimed it to be. On paper it’s three people, but in practice it’s just him and Tango (I love BigB but he really was not the most engaged with the group here). On paper Tango’s the leader, but Skizz can’t really keep from taking charge. Again, we get a charitable motive: using the heart-giving system for good (and profit, of course). And Skizz even has plans for when it goes south: they turn the heart’s smile upside-down and start killing. But even this plan fails; as in Last Life, people take advantage of the team’s kindness, and then the heart itself burns down before they get a chance to change it. Skizz dies trying and failing to right this wrong, even by proxy.

What makes this so so interesting is how formulaic it is. I don’t even mean that in a bad way. It’s fascinating how Skizz always, always falls into this pattern. Icarus reaches for the sun and, for his hubris, falls the same way every time. And Tango is there

[shawsimmer]

🏡🫶🏽

[withlovemark]

“surprise, surprise!”

warnings: smut! a happy birthday blowjob!, slight nipple play

you tiptoe quietly into your shared bedroom with johnny!, making sure yuta, doyoung, jungwoo, mark, and haechan all stay as quiet as possible as you planned to surprise him with his birthday cake.

3…2…1…

“surprise!,” you all shout, piling into your bedroom, ready to sing happy birthday to your boyfriend, only to see him in all his glory, butt ass naked, sitting right at the edge of your bed, birthday party hat placed meticulously on top of his large cock.

“oh my god!,” you yelp, halting your footsteps as your boyfriend desperately scrambles under the covers. a burst of commotion suddenly taking place.

“we saw nothing!!!,” mark lies, hand covering his face.

jungwoo standing there shocked at the image that burns in his head. taking a mental note to try this in the future.

doyoung and haechan doubled over in laughter, clutching their stomachs.

meanwhile, yuta makes his way past you and towards your boyfriend for a fist bump, “nicee,” he compliments him, grinning from ear to ear.

johnny cannot believe what is happening right now.

“well, nothing you all haven’t seen before,” he says breaking the tension in the room, keeping his confidence intact, causing you all to burst out laughing at the scene that just unfolded. you swore doyoung and haechan could no longer breathe as you continued to sing happy birthday in between laughter.

“-happy birthday to youuu!,” haechan throws the birthday gift they had brought to your boyfriend, quickly yelling out a “okay! were going now, enjoy your birthday. byeee!,” all of them scurrying out the door as quickly as possible, finally leaving you and johnny alone.

“that’s one way to kill the mood,” he pouts, putting the gift bag to the side as you made your way over to him, placing the cake down on the nightstand.

“sorry,” you chuckle, “they wanted to come and surprise you, 30’s pretty special,” smiling sheepishly as you made your way over to him, gently pulling the covers off and looking at his artwork — birthday hat sitting on top of his pretty dick, too small to cover his entire length, his balls hanging out.

“like what you see?,” he smirks, “very good choice of a birthday hat babe, but i think it might be too small on johnny jr.,” you tease, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

johnny grabs your hips, deepening the kiss before easily lifting you up, arms protruding, and sitting you on his lap. his lips back on yours in a second, he feels you smile through the kiss, “mhm, i think johnny jr. is waiting for his bday present,” he grins, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“yeah?,” you smirk, littering kisses down his neck, “and what does he want?,” you say, pushing your boyfriend down to his pillows, as you make your way lower and lower, leaving trails of kisses down his chest, to his abs, stopping at his v-line.

johnny’s breath hitches as you get closer and closer to his cock, the party hat feeling more and more restricting, “your mouth,” he groans in response.

carefully lifting the birthday hat up, you finally remove the restriction, freeing his pretty pink cock, large and plump, pre-cum leaking all over. johnny leans over to his night stand, dipping his hand on the bday cake before wiping the frosting on his dick and smirking at you, “all yours baby,” he teases, cheshire smile on display, making you giggle.

johnny sighs in pleasure as your hand wraps around his length, kitten licking the frosting off of his dick, eyes locked directly on his, “tastes so good,” you moan, the crude behavior making his cock twitch in your hand. you smirk, placing a soft kiss on the side of his dick before taking the tip in your mouth, sucking gently, “aghhhh,” he groans breathily.

you keep licking and lightly sucking like it was a lollipop until his large hand came in contact with your head, pushing you lower and lower, taking him in until you could no longer fit him in your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes at his size.

you breathe slowly through your nose, large cock hitting the back of your throat as you push away the urge to gag.

slowly, you start bobbing your head up and down, taking your time, as your boyfriends deep moans sends tingles straight to your pussy, “quit teasing,” he warns, hips thrusting, making you whine around his cock. the vibration making him feel lightheaded.

johnny clutches your hair, controlling the pace — head moving faster as you try to keep up, sucking on his cock, spit getting everywhere as his groans became louder and louder.

your hand come in contact with the base of his dick, twisting the area your mouth couldn’t reach, “g-god fuck babe, just like that,” johnny praises, letting you do your thing as his arm came to support the back of his head, watching you intently — the sight pushing him towards his nearing orgasm.

your free hand starts playing with his balls, lightly squeezing, “s-shit, baby, wait-,” he whines, losing his composure. you were so fucking good at this. “aghhhh baby stop-,” he hisses before pushing you off of him. he quickly gets up, holding on to the bed’s headboard as he pumps himself to finish.

you follow his dick like a moth drawn to the light and he shoots his load right on your face, “ahhhh, fuuck,” grunting at his release, you keep your mouth open to catch some of his juices.

johnny makes sure most of his cum lands on your face. he loves watching it drip down your cheeks before collecting it with his thumb and sticking the juices in your mouth, “suck,” he orders, smirking down on you. you suck his thumb clean, eyes locked on his darkening gaze, finishing it off with a pop, “good girl,” he praises, kissing you.

“i have another surprise for you,” you pull away, whispering against his ear, before removing your clothes, showcasing the red lingerie you bought just for the special occasion.

johnny smirks, pushing you back on the bed and making his way on top of you, “you’re so fucking sexy,” he says gently pushing the lingerie’s strap, off your shoulder. your nipples hardening as it hits the cold air, you copy his actions, fingers digging into the cake on the nightstand beside you, and messily spreading it on your chest.

you were a sight to see — with you under him, hair gracefully spread across the bed, lipstick stained from sucking his cock, red lingerie hugging your body and your gorgeous breasts out just for him, he can’t help but admire, “so fucking beautiful,” he compliments, large hands squeezing your tits together, your back arching towards him, craving more of his touch, “and all mine,” he grunts, diving in and harshly sucking on your titty, his free hand playing with the other, tongue wiping your chest clean, “johnny-,” you moan, pussy aching to feel him.

he grinds down on your clothed core and your hips raises up, wanting so badly to feel him inside you, “see how much effect you have on me baby?,” he groans making you feel his already hardening cock.

“now, hold your tits together for me, beautiful,” he smirks as you do whatever the birthday boy wishes.

johnny makes his way directly above you, cock sliding in between your breasts.

it was going to be a long night.

-

an: happy 30th to my man, my man, my mannnn, johnny suh<3 (p.s. he’s actually one of my ult biases >.<)

[cerisereids]

hi all (18+ ONLY NSFW) don’t mind me just thinking about how aaron would be super apprehensive to opening himself up again sexually after haley, especially not when it’s with the new agent hired at the bau. he’s been trying to resist the teasing glint in her eye over the past few weeks she’s been hired, but clearly he’s failing miserably as he scrambles on top of her. she’s made a mess of him, his tie long forgotten, his button up half undone as she runs her long, manicured nails through his stiff hair. it’s like he’s on fire, a burning desire coursing through his veins as he slots his knees between her thighs, the plush skin squeezing around him, making him dizzy. he rocks his hard length against her warm, damp core and his eyes roll back in his head. he hears her gasp at the impressive size of him, and the noise is enough to make his stomach flip, a warmth settling deep in his belly grower hotter and hotter the more she writhes and moans underneath him.

“don’t wanna hurt you,” he breaths out as more clothes fly off, the skin on skin contact making him crazy.

“i can handle it,” she whispers, beaming up at him with a determination that swells his heart by three sizes. what other choice does he have?

[fernhelm]

jegulus is more fun for me when james is at least a little bit of the cocky asshole he is in canon. i think him being a tad mean-spirited would make him much more relatable to regulus. he’s a prankster! he’s puck! i think he trusts his own interpretations of how others feel more than their own words. he’s a hopeless romantic and he’s writing a script for the love confession before the convo even happens. so good thing regulus is a grade-A bullshit detector and can knock james off balance in an instant. he’s goofy and charming but he will also push and push until he gets what he wants from you. and this would of course work on regulus (attention starved), but i truly believe it would piss lily off soooo bad. there is an element of performance to his behavior. he is always doing it for the studio audience. he’s throwing out cliché lines like he’s a romcom lead. he knows he’s hot. he does that thing where he lifts his shirt up to wipe his forehead and show off his abs. it’s the guy you want to hate but also begrudgingly respect in high school, and then could actually become friends with once you’re out. he’s a jock, yknow? that’s Sir Robin of Loxley. he’s never thinking about the power differential between him and severus, he sees himself as the knight in shining armor saving lily. insane levels of self-righteousness. this is why jegulus is the type of couple to have a big blowout fight and “go on a break” every couple of months, but ultimately be together forever. it’s what james wants— a relationship where they can break up and make up a thousand times and never doubt their love for each other. he lives for the dramaaa

[noodles-and-tea]

Hey there! I've said something before but now I want to say that your art is great and that you are responsible for getting me into Sherlock & co. But I have a burning question regarding your thoughts on Guy Richtie's Sherlock. Do you like it?

I actually do like it!!!

[teddybearty]

Frankie & Friends ✨

[remxedmoon]

guess who found an extremely janky art program he can draw in!!! this guy!!! i decided to try drawing in someone’s strawpage and it’s really fun i love it. these’re all from the past 3 days!!! not in chronological order because if it were then my awfully jpeg compressed first attempt would be the first thing you see and i just can’t handle that. anyways!!! enjoy my fellas

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 290

Ghosts have the habit of taking names of those they’ve defeated. Not in spars or play-fights of course, and one has to actually be an adult for the instinct to hit, but it happens. It happens far more often than one would think. 

Jason? Actually has no clue when he comes back to the living why he stole one of the Joker’s older names, nor why the Pit goes so angry when he thinks about Robin- HisTitleHisFraidNameFromFamily- 

Now the Pit? Not a baby semi-near the cusp of adulthood, in fact is Very Old even if it’s more hivemind-esque then a full on realms entity. Very offended for the Baby it was gifted, because who takes that from a literal infant?! 

Oh! Oh that’s another baby! Hm, change of plans, obviously the baby is also its. Because while adult ghosts trying to forcefully take a Name is a direct challenge? A ghostling- or in this case liminal- doing it is an open invitation for adoption. 

[dykedvonte]

Curly not immediately punishing Jimmy for assaulting Anya is something I don’t think a lot of people are viewing in the complex context for Curly as the superior to both of them and closest confidante they had.

Like I am in no way saying he didn’t under react or fail Anya by not being harsh or direct with Jimmy but it really is the case that he really couldn’t. Imagine being stuck in such a confined space with very little areas to genuinely hold someone if they commit a crime. It’s not like this was an event that occurred before they departed or that they have easy communication with The Pony Express to ask for how to proceed when something like this arises. Not to mention, Jimmy’s relative power in relation to Anya as the co-pilot and second in command, he has the knowledge and access to do something to her had Curly directly punished him in this setting.

They were also Curly’s friends. It’s not just the case of him mediating something between his subordinates but people he is personally invested in don’t want to see spiral further in Anya’s case while also not wanting believe his friend go that bad in Jimmy’s actions. They were both suicidal and Curly putting Jimmy’s stability first is both out of bias but also the fact he’s aware at some level Jimmy is a danger to himself and others if not constantly placated. Combined with the fact he was in denial or just not piecing together what Anya said it’s hard to say what he buying time for and what he had treat as urgent. This isn’t even saying he doesn’t care about Anya but he’s not going jump to the worst conclusions about his friends even if part of him acknowledges the evidence saying so. It’s a complicated thing but he’s still human and needed to process it on top of trying to keep a ship that already took on a lot of water from further sinking, metaphorically.

I just personally think that while Curly failed Anya, it was a scenario where there wasn’t much he could do to the best thing by her safely and like Jimmy, we are underestimating what a good leader would do in a very fragile and tense situation like he was in. By the time he may have been ready and had a plan, things were much too late.