#time sensetive question

[3-florets-in-a-trenchcoat]

Hey, is it normal to cry when thinking about being independent

[snapewife-divorce-lawyer]

is there an official 5e spell that can reliably perform an abortion on a willing target? preferably with a casting time no more than a minute, and without room for DM to reject it. i’m not sure if it can be relied upon to count as a curse

[milksteakkk]

anyone who has been to a deh uk show, did you have to print out the tickets or will it be okay if i just show them the digital version ?? saw someone who had printed out tickets and now im overthinking it lmao

[malsmind]

pineapple juice

chris sturniolo x reader !established relationship

summary: chris came across a tiktok at night, giving him an idea for the next time you go down on him.

warnings: smut, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, pet names (baby, ma), cum eating, slight hair pulling, face fucking

author's note: had this idea while studying LOL, hope u like it!

wc: 877

english is not my first language!

it was one of those nights, chris laid in bed, scrolling trough tiktok, unable to sleep. he rolled over in bed, a soft sigh leaving his lips. his eyes narrowed in concentration, reading what the text on a tiktok said that he had on his foryoupage. "can pineapple juice really change the taste of semen?".

he watched the tiktok, listening to the guy on his screen explaining and educating the internet about the myth of pinapple changing the taste of cum. when the video came to an end, chris put his phone down, deciding he'd finally had enough of endlessly scrolling trough his phone. he laid awake in bed for a bit, thinking about the tiktok he just watched before he eventually fell asleep.

waking up the next morning, he got up, walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glas of pineapple juice, drinking it while sending you a good morning text. you were currently visiting a friend that lived a little further away from where you and chris lived, making you temporarily long distance, which wasn't a problem, especially not since chris had a plan.

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every morning since seeing that tiktok, chris had consumed a good amount of pinapple juice, even cutting pineapple up and eating the few slices it provided troughout the day. today, you were finally coming back home.

chris was sat on the couch, waiting for your arrival. he heard your keys unlocking the front door, the soft thud of the small suitcase you had taken with you hitting the floor echoing trough the house. you walked towards the living room, spotting chris on the couch, immediatly jumping into his arms and hugging him. "i missed you." you mumbled into his neck, and he squeezed you in response, kissing the top of your head. "how was your time there, did you have fun baby?" chris asked you, leaning his head back to look down at you. "i did, it was so nice catching up again, but i really missed you." you chuckled, making him chuckle too. after looking at him for a little with neither of you saying anything to properly talk about your little trip, a small smirk formed on your lips, chris immediatly matching it. "yeah? what else did you miss, ma?" his voice was low, hands traveling from your hips to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. you put your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensetive skin, making chris suck in a sharp breath. "i could show you..." you whispered against his neck.

before you knew it, you were on your knees infront of the couch, sitting between chris's spread legs, his sweats and boxers tugged down to his ankles, his dick in your mouth, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. "shit." he exhaled, "missed my cock so much, hm?" he said, tilting his head to the side, looking at you in awe as you gagged around him, trying to take in as much as you could. "look so fuckin' good like this, baby." his hands grabbed your hair, guiding your head carefully. your hands grabbed his thighs, your soft moans sending vibrations trough his dick. "just like that." he breathed out, tightening his grip in your hair, bucking his hips up, fucking into your mouth at a faster pace. chris knew he wouldn't last long, he never did when your pretty lips wrapped around his dick so delicately. your occaisonal gags made him bite his moans back, loving the feeling of you struggling to take him fully, you both loved it.

his hips thrusted into your mouth faster, moans leaving his lips, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. "gonna make me cum. you want it? you want me to cum in your mouth, ma?" chris groaned when you sucked harder, answering his question, no words needed. his hips bucked up, breathy moans leaving his lips. "so.. fuck... so fuckin' good." he moaned. the harder and faster his thrusts got, the more you gagged. gasps and moans left chris's lips, he let go of your hair, pulling out of your mouth.

you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking himself. "gonna swallow f'me? gonna be a good girl, hm?" he asked, tilting his head, you nodded. his stomach tightened, mouth opening as loud moans left his lips, warm drops of sweet cum dripping down onto your tongue. once his stroking slowed down and every last drop of him was placed on your tongue, you pulled it back in, closing your mouth and swallowing, then sticking it back out to show him. he smiled down at you, biting his lip, waiting for you to say something.

once you registered the taste, how it was sweeter than usual, you smiled up at him. "wait, you actually did that?" you asked with a chuckle and he frowned in confusioun. "how'd you know?"

"you sent it to me, chris." you laughed. he didn't even realise that he sent you the tiktok, he was literally half asleep when he watched it. apperantly, awake enough to remember how he wanted to try it out, but not awake enough to realise he'd accidentally sent it to you.

dividers by @issysh3ll

@middlepartmatt @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr @sllutty-sturniolo @shadowthesim237 @sturns-mermaid @courta13 @grace-sturnz @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 1 : One Sided Family

Big TW:(thanks for reminding me;-;) sensetive stuff such as graphic SH and CSH. THIS FIC is absolutely WHUMP based, I apparently hurt a lot of spots— either way, Neglect, Angst, Danny suffering, neglect.

(yes, this is the fic title <33)

Danyal Al Ghul, A child that shouldn't have existed, a child capable of sunny sweet smiles and empathy despite the harsh environment of the league. No one understood how he could still smile and make subtle small jokes, a warm presence that he gave off was eerie for the league. It made Talia much more favorable of her other son, the much superior Damian Al Ghul.

Danyal himself didn't understand how he could be himself, whenever he greets someone they ignore him, he tries to open up to his own brother hoping for some closure between them but that only left him with a deep scar in his cheek, he had to tend to his own wounds from fighting with his brother, his existence felt like a mere stepping stool for Damian Al Ghul, Also known for being the Real Heir of the Al Ghuls. Danny slowly felt disappointment in himself, blaming himself for being the way he is.

Was Danyal wrong? Was Danyal a mistake? Danyal asked himself gently placing his small palm on the mirror, a slap of the Mother he is bound to with flesh and blood visible in his cheek, his small hands pressing on his reflection, 'Why am I.. wrong?' Danyal mentally asked himself trying to hold back to tears who wanted to break through his calm act, his chest heavy with questions yearning for the warmth he was not even familiar with.

Danyal saw a new guard for them, he resembled someone... Danyal couldn't pinpoint who, He always greeted the guard despite them not greeting or saying anything back, but Danny felt as though they were watching him, softly. Danyal smiled at the guard every so often despite being told by his superior twin that there is no use in taking notice of the guard. Danyal always snuck books to the guard and often puts it in his hands or Danyal would sit beside him and read slowly.

The guard used to only stare at the books but now he's started reading them which made Danyal's heart leap in joy as he had finally found an interest of the nameless guard. At some point Danyal had approached the guard and slowly got used to sitting on the Nameless Guard's Lap, Danyal no longer felt lonely in the league. Getting attached to his new found friend despite Damian's disappointment in his attachment atleast his twin is now learning more stuff from observing the guard.

It was occasional that Danny get a scrape or two from the harsh training and the guard would come by the boy the kneel, staring at the scrapes as if it would go away with just sight trying to 'intimidate' the wound to stare it away, unable to process on how to properly 'repair' or heal the injury. It made Danyal laugh as it portrays that the guard has a sense of care for the boy but just didn't know how to act on it, knowing nothing as to how he'd be able to help Danyal.

As time went on Danyal has grown fascinated with the stars, His newfound friend has noticed sure, often nodding along with Danyal's Chattering about what he's learned and what books the boy has read, Danyal wishes that this silent friend of his would stay with him for he is the only one who's ever listened to the boy. "Can I know your name?" Danyal blurted out to the guard, "Oh wait sorry Right— you can't speak—" Danny was interrupted by the guard's deep Voice.

"Jason." He said, Danny perked up and his eyes sparkled and he nodded with a wide bright smile, it made the guard flinch and just nod back, now it was just another day for Danyal hoping to read more books with the guard but upon entering his chambers... He was not there.

Danyal felt his heart crack at the sight of his friend not being present. Where is he? Danyal looked around silently in the league searching for his friend desperately but he never found the Man, Danyal held back his tears as to not show any emotion. He thought maybe the guard was a test from Grandfather to tell Danyal that he could take what Danyal loves the most if he continued to be... Weak.

Slowly he built up walls around his heart, his soul, secluding himself and becoming lone, Although he still trained even under harsh conditions he continued fighting through, not because he had a purpose but because it's the only thing he thinks he's useful for, he could never surpass his superior twin but the best he could surpass would be his own self. But deep inside him his heart aches at the loneliness he felt, he felt alone and gradually his mind was filled with thoughts of usefulness and what is... What is he?

What was wrong with him? Not even grandfather liked him, rather grandfather nor mother looked at him, Neither did his twin. 'Maybe I really just wasn't supposed to be born...' he whispered under his breathe holding back tears as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He pulled up his sleeves and unsheathed his blade, "Maybe.... Maybe the pain will make me forget...?" Danyal asked himself staring at the mirror, moments after he hissed in pain feeling his blood trail down from his wrists.

He couldn't hold back his tears as he continued to let the blood drip, he stared at his tear streaked face, "Yeah... The pain does make me forget.." Danyal smiled in the mirror slowly getting himself used to the mask, Putting on a poker face is better than... Him. Danyal washed his hands and pulled down his sleeves, hiding the wounds just like always as no one would really care nor notice a few sliced in his wrists. No one will ever love him back in this place, his devotion and love will never be.... Acknowledged either way.

Another day passed, and another, and another, normal days until assassins who had been, practically with the league for a long long time who still held their loyalty to the former leader whom Ra's had executed didn't stand by. In an act of revenge, the remaining assassins had tainted the food of the two heirs to the Demon Head with poison and immediately committed death to themselves afterwards.

Danyal laid on the cold floor, his body slightly pulsing slowly losing consciousness in their private chamber, Danyal looked over to his twin and reached to hold the boy's hand, he felt his consciousness fade slowly as the pain began to began it's work. Thinking death will finally take it's toll on Danyal, he wishes upon a star, a myth of the children, tell no one and it will come true, Slowly he fluttered his eyes close and wished upon his last gasp of Breathe he wished that in If ever there is a next life, someone to love him with all his heart the way he loves back.

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.......

He blinked, he opened his eyes, he had been reborn, his body now regressed back to that of a baby. He was born in the family of the 'Fentons' , parents that are scientists(?) he wasn't quite sure as to what the Fenton's really are. Although they weren't always present he could feel that they loved him, loved him as their son ofcourse. They spent their time tinkering away and chattering about their latest project. It did not bother D̶a̶n̶y̶a̶l̶Daniel as they took their time to teach Danny the basics of 'Tinkering' away.

Jasmine Fenton, Jazz as she preferred was different than his past experience, instead of leaving him behind and going on her merry way and watch their parents 'raise' him she stayed, rather she acted just like a mother, despite being the more favored sibling among their parent's favor, despite her being just allowed to leave the boy to fend off for himself, she stayed.

She read many books, thick and thin, so many infact it surpassed her already tall frame, all books surrounding the topic of parenting and how to take care of a child that is Daniel, It confused Daniel, all this love and attention they are giving is new to him, like a radiant glimmer of hope that shines brighter than the sun itself. It was warm and Comforting, a new sensation he didn't want to let go. He clutched onto his Sister..? Mother. Like a chickling to it's mother hen.

Whenever he was in distress she was there to console him, comfort him that he did nothing wrong, whenever something didn't go his way she'd teach him how to understand how not everything turns out the way he wants. She taught him many things, Jack and Maddie did too but Jazz taught him nearly everything. She was there, she filled the roles of Mother and Father despite her having the talents to run away and become successful, her intellect leaving her with many open doors she could take yet she looked behind and stayed... For him.

He fumbled and sometimes felt shy with all the love he is receiving, along with his new two best friends Samantha Ingrid "Sam" Manson and Tucker Foley and some mutuals, they too were with him through thick and thin despite... Despite that accident that left him scarred. They cared for him and loved him even tho they knew, they all knew he changed. That he died but they stayed and helped him through the memories and the pain, slowly gaining more friends in the school despite his difference.

Even getting a suitor that is Dash Baxter, although Jazz was very protective of Danny at first for The Boy was a Former Bully and A Jock that jazz didn't trust he didn't give up on trying to court Danny that it made Danny laugh, Jazz finally let the boy Court Danny after so long of fighting jazz for the 'right to love' as Sam would call the whole ordeal. They stuck through everything, the mess and the new appearances.

Even when Ellie appeared! Although she was a surprise to him he accepted her wholeheartedly seeing her as his little sister, although it started rough because of some complications with Vlad... they got through it and slowly going somewhere together. Then he saw himself, a future version of himself from another timeline where he had lost it all, He knew everything, every secret he kept hidden and locked away. Dan knew every thought he made, every action and every strategy. Both eventually clicking with each other and Dan realizing he still had that soft spot in his 'core'.

The bond between them becoming brothers just as well, it was perfect, D̶a̶n̶i̶e̶l̶Danny had people who loved him back, the way he loved them with all his being. The way he gave away his heart to them. If only Maddie and Jack never found out what he became after the accident, maybe he could've stayed. He felt so much pain being strapped to the table and opened up like some... Animal. The last moments he's seen being his Older Sister, Jazz screaming out his name in the Lab before his eyes fluttered close due to exhaustion and pain.

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Why was he back? The walls of the league surrounding him, His breathe Hitched and his eyes frantically looking around slowly processing that he was.. back. Back in the league, he felt his walls instantly guard his 'core' his heart. "What?" He blurted out as he breathes in and out trying to compose his beating heart. 'Why? Why? Was it all a dream? Please. It wasn't a dream right?!' he asked himself under hushed whispers and clenched his chest, he saw the scar he retained from the accident still in his hand, he traced it on his body and the Lichtenberg Scar was still trailing along his palm to his chest to his eye.

D̶a̶n̶y̶a̶l̶ couldn't understand, how does he remember the years he was Danny? Perhaps a past life? That couldn't be as he gained back the scars from that 'past life' , it all felt like a haze in the mind, a barrier of fog into memories he couldn't access. He knew to himself it wasn't dream. It couldn't be at all! There was no way! The only proof he had to say to himself that it had been real was a neon green sticky note that appeared Infront of him in the mirror.

"Time Will Tell.'

-CW

Danny grit his teeth, he felt the last of his tears flow out, a silent scream escaping his mouth as he for the first time in what felt like years, let the blood trickle down his palm from his wrist, from that day froward he didn't care no longer. He thickened the walls around his heart and do what he was told. 3 days after his awakening Damian himself finally woke up, but remained indifferent as always.

"Danyal?" Damian took notice of Danny for the first time. Damian noticed that the Boy... Stopped smiling at Damian, Damian didn't understand at first but he just thought to himself that maybe it's just that Danny has finally realized his softness will not get him anywhere in the league. Danny stared at Damian for the most part and never responded to his twin's questions, always lost in thought in those eyes devoid of any emotions, eyes that used to shine at the sight of stars now dull and... Dark.

Ra's was pleased by Danyal's new self, for this dull knife was finally sharpening itself to be a deadly dagger, Talia remained as indifferent as always but Damian had a slight hint of concern he shut out. Danyal remained indifferent, setting himself to be the loyal tool he was expected to be keeping his hands in his back and his head moderately high but not higher than his superior twin's. He was the tool they always expected him to be now, Damian's supposed stepping stool to success and greatness as the next Demon Head Heir.

'Right, this is how it was always supposed to be...' Danny whispered to himself, Damian hearing only faintly and glancing at Danny who didn't look back, Danny didn't look 'scared' or 'nervous' Infront of Ra's or anyone anymore as he shouldn't be, he acted like a doll with no emotion, complete contrast of what he used to be. He thinks it's for the betterment of himself to completely lock his emotions in the empty space in his head.

For his 'Mother' is no longer there to receive his love.

....

When they turned 10 years old Talia sent them off to their Father in Gotham in an effort to disrupt their work which didn't really succeed.

Richard "Dick" Grayson immediately took a liking to Damian seeing Jason in the young boy and someone who needed 'care' and guidance. Danyal... Danny was just following them as they cemented their immediate likeness to Damian after they had thought Bruce Died. Dick immediately decided that he would put his all into guiding the young Damian.

But what about Danyal?

Danyal tilted his head as he paused in the doorway of the Manor, "Oh my... Hello there Young Master..." Alfred Pennyworth, the Butler of Wayne Manor greeted Danyal and lowered his knee to Danyal's height, "Oh.... Hello..." Danyal merely greeted meekly as he looked up at the older Man, "Come on in.. May I know your name?" Alfred asked holding out his hand to the poor boy. "Danyal... But... Please call me Danny.." Danny, smiled.

Alfred Nodded and lead Danny in the Manor, "Do you want to eat anything young Master Danny?" Alfred looked down at the new ward and Danny stared at Alfred for a moment, "do you know.. how to make.. Burgers or Pierogi?" Danny tilts his head, "why Ofcourse Master Danny, how about beverages?" Alfred asked softly, "Just some... Soda is fine." Danny gave him a small smile as Alfred held the boy's hand and lead him to the kitchen to wait and eat.

Danny knew they weren't exactly food that Danny should be familiar with in the league, Danny asked for them either way to remember the taste of Illinois in his tounge. To remember When Jazz would cook him pierogi or when him and his friends and 'suitor' would eat at Nasty Burger with their food, he merely wanted to remember the 'past life' that he so loved.

Alfred served him his food with a smile, a pierogi and a burger with soda, Danny brightened up and smiled at Alfred, "Thank You Sir Pennyworth..." Danny muttered shyly and Alfred chuckled amused, "Please just call me Alfred, Master Danny." Alfred slightly ruffled the boy's hair gently and Danny nodded so.

After some time Danny yawned whilst telling Alfred stories of Amity Park, Alfred just listening intently despite the confusion on how Danny would know this, or the fact that Amity Park didn't exist... Alfred listened to the small boy's chatter until he grew exhausted and fell asleep leaning on Alfred's arm. Alfred's eyes softened gently carresing the boy's cheek and grazing over his visible Lichtenberg scar that tainted his innocent small face.

Alfred gently carried the boy and heading over to an empty bedroom that was promptly kept clean by Alfred everyday, Alfred tucked the boy in and looked over his shoulder, "Alfred... That's the other one right?" Dick asks, "Yes Master Dick, This is.. Danyal, but he prefers the Name Danny." Alfred just bows slightly at Dick who nodded.

"I see... Jason and Damian are at the living room, do you also want to meet Damian now too?" Dick asks and Alfred nodded following Dick out of the room, Alfred carefully and quietly shut the bedroom door letting Danny sleep peacefully. Danny's Scars spread, revealing more of it's leakage to Danyal from Daniel, Danny felt his dreams manifest.

Days, Passed, maybe even weeks, Danny lost count on how long it has been since he's talked to one of his 'brothers' or Damian as it seemed they're always busy, Damian was also building connections with them and Danny being once again left behind to himself... 'maybe I could help Tim with Father?' Danny asked himself slowly perking up knowing he can ask Clockwork for a Favor. Although it may change some things in the timeline because of his favored interference. Maybe they'd finally acknowledge him.

Danny snuck inside the Batcave with ease using his Phantom Abilities, He wrote on a small sticky note that he found by Tim's usual Desk and drew a summoning circle to ask CW. Danny looked up at a clock "Clockwork... Can you do them a small favor?" Danny asked the clock softly and it ticked loudly by the minute and Danny knew that meant a 'Yes'. Danny smiled softly and put stuck the note in the computer where Tim would easily see.

Danny was organizing the files after seeing the mess and even putting other sticky notes to help Tim, Danny's heart fluttered at thinking of how he could help Tim through small clues, all notes he put had the initials "D.W." on them with a smile. Eventually he even got a Coffee Ready Thermos by the Desk for Tim before leaving the Batcave with a happy smile and a light heart.

"Clockwork should I tell Alfred?" Danny asked the grandfather clock and it ticked by the minute initiating another yes, Danny hopped happily and heading to find Alfred but promptly stopping in his tracks. Danny stared at Jason and Damian 'hanging out' in the backyard. "The Guard..." Danny muttered under his breathe, he leaned on the Window from upstairs as he watched them play.

"Maybe... I'm not meant to be loved her—" the Clock ticked loudly as if aggresively saying that it was not the case. Danny just stared at the clock and sat by the window. "I miss my mom..." Danny mutters softly his voice betraying him and breaking. "Damian?" Dick places his hand on Danny's shoulder, "O-Oh! It's you... Your name is Danny right?" Dick asked with a worried face wiping the tears in Danny's face.

"Am I... Not wanted here..?" Danny asked straightforwardly tears sliding down his cheeks, Dick froze, "W-why would you say that Buddy?" Dick's face contorts into more worry and disbelief. "This is... The first time I've been here that any of you talked to me..." Danny sobbed out, unable to hold back his heavy emotions any longer, Dick just embraced the small boy in his arms. "It's not that you're not wanted... That's not it, I'm sorry." Dick softly whispered as Danny continued crying.

"I'm sorry we made you feel that way..." Dick just comforted the boy, He didn't notice that his 'favoritism' towards Damian was affecting the other boy, they always thought of him as the unmoving wallflower that didn't seem or look that he cared at all about it, they always thought Damian was the one who needed more care since he seemed more expressive and aggresive.

Dick took Danny outside hoping he could know more about the kid, although Danny only stayed quiet as they watched Damian and Jason play, Damian dragging Dick to play as well, Danny being.. left behind again.. atleast he's gotten used to being left alone that it stopped hurting too much. Danny stood up and left without the three noticing his presence disappearing.

"A promise is just a slurry of words that can always be broken..." Danny muttered softly under mostly broken breathes as he headed back to his assigned bedroom. Tommorow dawned on Danny as the presence of Clockwork dropped the temperature of the home, Danny felt himself shivering slightly and breathe puffing out frost as he was in the halls.

He had forgotten that 'Danyal' and 'Daniel' are different bodies and that he himself is not used to this sudden coldness that felt like Winter inside a frozen cave. "Danyal!" Danny heard Damian call out his name and a jacket being wrapped around him, "Wear this." Damian clicked his tounge as he helped his younger brother cover up and wrapped his smaller frame with a large and thick blanket.

"I've been looking everywhere for you." Damian sighed and hugged Danny tightly, "Huh? What do you need Damian?" Danny just asked and Damian grabbed the boy by the wrist gently and dragged him to the Batcave, "I think that green creature is looking for you." Damian says breathing out a puff of frost as he does so, Ice trailing along the walls the longer the temperature stayed low.

Damian dragged Danny to the Batcave, Damian trying to resist the cold but Danyal getting concerned and Wrapping Damian in the blanket he has given him, "I already have a jacket Akhi." Danny sighed and forced Damian like a burrito before being the one to drag him to the Batcave instead.

As they arrived at the Batcave they saw Tim on his knees on the floor staring up at the large green portal atop the summoning circle adorned by stop watches and candles, other heroes such as The speedsters and some Danny doesn't recognize also present. The higher being wore blue ghastly robes holding a staff. It was hard to properly see the being with it's full glory due to the brightness of the Lazarus Green portal.

"This Interference will cause some.. major and minor changes in the future... Do you want to proceed?" The being asked, but it didn't seem to ask Tim. Tim looked over his shoulder and saw Danny and Damian, Danny nodded. "Very well little Badger~" the higher being laughed amused at how this world is proceeding instead of it's original course.

[Clockwork Favors his Grandchild too much to not do the bidding of changing a Realm's timeline course.]

The higher being that is Clockwork slowly approached Tim who instinctively covered Danny and Damian with his body, his action made Clockwork smile enthusiastically, "atleast you have the mind to care for both boys... Hmm... Yes yes I'll help you..." Clockwork motions his hand dismissively slowly turning his body to face the other leaguers and John Constantine. "Oh my. I came early didn't it Hellblazer?" Clockwork tilts his head smiling and approaching John.

John felt the weight of the room become heavier than before, the pressure from the god of time's presence weighing them all down, John lowered his head as a bow and the other leaguers followed his motion knowing well if they even offend the god they'll have no other choice now and Bruce will surely not come back. Clockwork taps his chin with his finger a smile still plastered in his face. "The children shouldn't be awake for any of these." Clockwork said and before anyone could respond, he turns his head to Damian and Danny's direction and flicked his finger.

Their eyes shut close, sudden exhaustion overwhelming both their bodies.

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Danny opened his eyes suddenly and sat up near immediately, gasping for air and frantically looking around, he found Damian slowly waking up beside him, Danny could hear his heart racing in his ears as he slowly took in slow deep breaths. "What time..." He muttered trying to track the clock hanging by the wall and soon his eyes landed on the clock reading the time at exactly 8:00 AM. It was already day and the sun was shining through the gap of the curtains.

"Ugh...." Damian groaned beside him, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Danyal...?" Damian muttered his gaze landing on his brother beside him. "Hello.. morning..." was all Danny could mutter slowly catching up on his breathe. He fixed his eyes on the door suddenly as it opened, Dick entered the room to check on them and he froze upon seeing them finally awake.

"Oh my Fucking god— YOU'RE AWAKE!" Dick had tears in the edge of his eyes as he pulled both boys into a bear hug, dick trying his best not to cry of worry, "Unhand me Grayson! It is far too early for this!" Damian complained and tried to push Dick away but soon gave up, Danny just slowly softened and buried himself in the hug, loving the physical attention. "You've been both asleep for almost a week, Jesus Christ..." Dick just curses under his breathe, hugging them both tighter.

"You saved Bruce..." Danny perked up at his statement but soon realized he was looking at Damian, Danny was confused and Dick suddenly pulled Damian up and hugged the boy only. "C'mon Dami! You have to see Bruce! You saved him after all with that tip!" Dick dragged Damian, "I did not do anything GRAYSON!" Damian sneered and cried out looking back at Danny who's eyes were slowly losing it's light once more.

"Dan—" Damian was cut off by Dick suddenly tossing the boy in his arms and carrying him in his shoulder, "C'mon now Dami! Don't be shy about helping!" Dick exclaimed. Danny heard their footsteps slowly running far from the room.

Danny's breathe Hitched as he tried to hold back his tears, slowly lowering his head and his gaze landing on his hands. He buried his face in his hands as broken sobs soon broke through his defenses. "But... I'm the one who helped Tim..." He muttered under sniffled and muffled sobs. He slowly pulled on his head as he kept his head lowered on the blankets, slowly curling up on the bed kneeling still. "I was right.... No one... Loves me here..." Danny... Danyal cried out softly. His heart growing heavy the longer he cried.

Danyal laughed as he pulled on his hair and dragged his hand down his cheeks, leaving small red marks as he dug his fingers on his neck and slowly wrapping his arms around his shoulders letting himself fall back in bed, knowing he's been left and forgotten once again. He buried himself under the blanket and cried softly, muffling his sobs with the thickness of the blanket.

"I helped..." He says, feeling childish for being jealous and feeling that it was unfair that Damian is the One getting credit. He Felt childish, Undeserving. "Right... He's the superior Twin... It's inevitable." He scoffs, 'reminding' himself that he's not the loved twin for a reason, trying to tell himself that he's not worthy of their love because he's not someone even worthy of being Damian's Brother, not worthy of being an 'Al Ghul'. Let alone being worthy of being a 'Wayne'.

He just slowly closed his eyes letting tears flow out, "I miss my mom..." He softly mutters.

"I miss my family..."

Tags for the OP of this prompt and someone else lol:

@unadulteratedsoulsweets (OP)[I tried my best to recreate this OP]

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@yoopsity <33

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Gigi TK headcanons!

Little headcanon exchage with @sweetsugarmittens. Hope you enjoy!

Switch, no questions ask

As a ler she lovesssss to get Connie and Flutter to gang up on their target

Type of ler that just wants you to melt into nothing but a little mess begging for mercy

She volunteers to grip onto the toon most of the time to focus on teasing them. But If she does tickle she will just steal Tisha's feather duster and wave it around their sensetive spots

Loves to go after cocky toons like Glisten and Vee to humble them up, maybe even Tisha for cleaning up her mess in her room. Actually you are not safe from them

AS A LEE THOUGH, HER ASS CAN'T STAND IT

She claims to not be ticklish only to get wrecked when some toon test it out

Receives a lot of revenge tickles my gosh

Kicks around a lot, you'll definitely need a strong toon to hold onto her

Chuckles like crazy

Worst spots? Definitely sides and the inside of her capsule

Connie is her biggest enemy/silly

(Might make more polish ones as it's gettinf late and I briefly wrote it from heart, sorry if you don't like it

[sister-l0cati0n]

Near/Nate river nsfw

Its been a long day so you and Near decided to take a bath together the water was pleasently warm as you were just relaxing off into the water while Near was engrossed playing with his rubber duck and boat not that you minded of course you closed your eyes as you felt something nudge your leg when you opend your eyes again you saw Near has crept closer nudging you with his rubber duck "you seem qiute relaxed" he stated his voice calm and clear as he looked your body up and down as if he was checking you out not with a ounce of shame to find he had left the nervous and shameful phase behind qiute some time ago "are you perhaps excited?" Near questioned as one hand rested on your knee and the other was still wrapped around his rubber duck "excited?" You echod back "aroused" he corrected himself it was getting qiute in the bathtub or maybe that was just you "how would you know?" You said somewhat interested as his slender hand slid to the inner side of your leg stopping there before looking up to you asking for your permission when you nodded he let go of his rubber duck as it drifted away a litle then he opend your legs to answer your previous question "even in water its in fact see able" before you could shot another question he added "and frankly i can smell it too" "You do?" You almost chocked on your own words as you blinked more times then needed out of suprise but he just crept closer in between your legs "i do dont be ashamed its quite the neutral aroma" he assured pushing his head into your neck as you felt the usuall soft hair now wet under your backside of your chin as nears right hand gripped your hip and the other snaked around you "i can help you to release the pent up arousement" near promised with sultry whisper "would you like that?" He said between kisses on your neck just seconds after you consented you felt one of his slender fingers running up against your heated core totally convinced he was gonna insert a finger it took you by suprise as he firmly but careful gripped your hips and put your tighs over his his shoulder while keeping your hips up for acess while also being aware and careful not to push your head into the water with a final squeeze on your hips he began to lap and suck on you his tongue and mouth working overtime to please you but hearing your moans and whimpers motivated him further he made sure to make extra loud slurping sounds whil hitting just the right spots as he stimulated your sensetive flesh he felt soon enough that the edge was closing due to your tighs squeezing onto him so as you in fact did climax he pushed his head deeper agsinst your core deeper between your tighs as you were done and panting he lifted you up again onto the edge of the bathtub and began to soothe you whispering praises as he stoked your tighs when he was sure you calmed down he gently opend your tighs again and lapped up the rest of the remaining release you felt like you were going crazy questioning if he was trying to overstimulate you with a gasping moan you gripped onto his head/hair wich made him grunt himself as he was done cleaning you up he looked up to you his face now completly wet and that was not from the bathing water

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Thats it! You can request scenarious,Headcannons etc for each Death note character i take in anytime off topic♡

[williamstrother]

The possible reason Sabine used the force. It wasn't because it came to her, but rather came from her and Ezra's unborn child.

Due to the spot on Sabine's neck, which was thought by many to be a hickey as well the romantic undertones presented in the Ahsoka series as well as the Three Loth Cats standing next ot Ezra and Sabine in the mural. Combined with Sabine's sudden use of the force, which baffled many fans as well by her descision to stay on Peridea for an unknown reason. I think i've managed to figure that her tapping as well her reason for staying with Ahsoka were due to one thing, her and Ezra's unborn child, which would likely be force sensetive, due to Ezra. It makes perfect since she was able to tap into the force cause it's not coming from her, but her and Ezra's child. All the time we questioned it, yet this theory seems to make sense.

[bilesproblems]

Sorry this is random but am I allowed to just call myself a lesbian? (Or mspec lesbian ofc) At least temporarily? I've been trying to figure out a label for myself since I've been questioning a lot (this isn't the first time) and lesbian fits the most I think right now, I'm fictorose (fictoromantic & fictosexual) and like guys (as well as some characters who aren't specifically guys) but I have strong tertiary attraction to women in a sensetic way, I also heavily relate to lesbians and stuff and feel like my tertiary attraction to women affects/influences my attraction to guys??? It's weird like in a strange way I kinda feel like I'm lesbian for men?? Idk

(Also for context I'm a genderqueer+ girl and I used to identify as bi years ago until I realized I'm not attracted to women in a romantic or sexual way)

You do not need my permission. You're allowed to do whatever you want whenever and I am not the gatekeeper of who's allowed to identify as a lesbian. But, if you want my opinion:

You experience lesbian attraction, so you can call yourself a lesbian. Strictly aroace people are "allowed" to call themselves lesbians with strong tertiary attraction. I see no reason why fictorose or even allorose people can't. If it's meaningful enough to you to want to label it, then go ahead. You have a right to that label. You are a lesbian. It's nothing short of amatonormativity to say it's only allowed if you're fully aroace. Anyone can experience tertiary attraction that means something to them, and label it if they so desire.

I don't quite understand feeling lesbian for men and I probably never will. But I don't care. I don't need to understand it, if that's how it feels in your brain then ok get silly with it. It isn't gonna kill me.

But to reiterate: you do not need my permission. I can give validation, which I did, but ultimately my opinion is not that important. If I had said no, you'd still be able to be a lesbian because I don't make those decisions. I had typed out a lot about this but decided to copy it and make a post separate for people asking me permission to be a lesbian instead of derailing here. Just remember I'm a random teen with a tumblr blog and free time, not an authority on who can and can't be a lesbian

[moon-heart22]

Captured Part 2

Finaly part 2 enjoy

Warning: Minors do Not interact, smut under the Cut, mention of death, insults, cum Lots of Cum, unproteCted S!x, breeding k!nk, mention of Fights, posession

My body feels sore and i groan. I can't even remember how much time has passed and i feel still exhausted. My hand brushes over something that doesn't feel like my bed and i open my eyes.

It wasn't a dream. I wasn't dreaming about what happend to me. I automaticly press my legs together and look at Adrian, who lays beside me. He seems so peacefull. No signs of the beast that nearly killed me.

I slowly sit up and look around my room. We both are alone and it's silent beside the birds chirping outside. I feel a hand brushing over my arm and look at Adrian who has his eyes still closed but his hand grabs my arm. I grit my teeth together and want to free myself from his grib.

Sadly no matter how hard i pull he doesn't move and his grib only seems to tighten around my arm. I groan frustrated and finally he seems to move, but not like i expected him to do. His arm goes around my waist, he pulls me against him and rolls over so i am lying beneath him.

"Adrian!," i scream into the matraze and feel his other hand sliding over my curves. He hums in respons and nipples on my neck. God how much i want to kill this ass. Something inside me however, stops me. Like a unknown might holding me back.

I only wear a shirt and underwear that he probably put on me after what happend. His lips sent shivers down my spine and my hand grabs his, stopping it from moving to my thighs. Adrian gently bites down my neck, and his fingers interwine with mine. "What is it mouse? Don't want me to take care of you?," he asks me teasingly and licks over my neck. He lets out a soft chuckle and kisses my neck again.

I shiver and press my legs more together. Fuck what is wrong with me? Why do i feel so aroused? He seems to sense my discomfort and his other hand slides up and down my back. Strangely it calms me down and i take a deep breath. "What happens to me? What are you?," i ask him and he stops kissing my neck.

He moves so we look into each others eyes and cups my cheek. His thumb brushing over it and moving down to my jawline. His hips are pressed against my butt and i can feel something hard pressing against me. "I will answer all your questions, my little mouse. What happens to you is that you are bond to me. Well not fully. That is what you're feeling, the desire to be fully mine," he whispers and licks his lips.

His hand goes down to my legs and spreads them appart. A smile on his face, while his fingers brush over my soaked pantie. "Don't worry i will give you what you crave, because i crave it too. Way longer than you...but everything at the time. And to what i am...well i am a Wendigo...," he murmurs and licks over my face while i shiver.

"But Wendigos are cannibals. They eat humans and kill them. So why am i still alive?," i ask him and feel my core dripping with arousel. He chuckles and his fingers pull down my pantie to my knees. My heart races in excitement and i watch him closely. His fingers brush over my sensetive flesh and he looks deeply into my eyes.

"Well...because i love you...i know it might seem strange. I mean i am a monster in your eyes but everytime you visited your grandparents i watched you. It made me happy seeing you...originaly i wanted you dead. I couldn't handle this weird feelings...," he whispers and his hands spread my legs so he can place himself between my legs. I shiver and my head spins, it feels like i am in trance and all my senses, my whole being is focused on him.

"Then...over a year ago...i paid a visit to your grandparents. I think it was shortly after you left...and i wanted to kill them first. But your grandma was smart...that old woman knew a lot and nearly managed to kill me...," he continues and starts to lick his lips. His brown eyes shine in the weird light. I feel so many emotions in such a short time that i feel overwhelmed. But i don't say anything i just listen.

"Then it turned and your grandfather got into my claws. The old woman begged me for his life...and then you came to my mind again. I told the old woman if she promised you to me...i wouldn't kill them and let them life. She agreed, but asked me not to hurt you because you deserve better. Your grandfather on the other hand wished me that i shall rot in hell and that you would kill me...," he smiles while he tells me this.

So many questions still linger in my mind and he seems to notice that. He presses himself on top of me and his tongue licks over my lips. "Little one...your grandparents loved you so much...and i stay true to my word. Your grandmama says i should not hurt you i wouldn't...but if you try to leave i will. You are not allowed to leave me...because you belong to me now," he groans against my lips and bites down my bottom lip.

His hips start to grind against me, his clothed bulge rubing against my wet core. I mewl and feel ashamed, how can i feel this desparet? My hands move to his back and my hands grab his shirt. My mind is dizzy but i manage to ask him a question that burns in my mind. "Where are my grandparents now?," i ask my voice shakes and my grib on his back tightens.

He chuckles against my lips and his tongue licks over them while he starts to grind more roughly against me, groaning dirty. "Thats...what you want to know...right now? I would rather talk about something else right now...but fine.," he groans and rolls to the side. He takes me with him and i am now on his lap. His clothed hard cock stille pressing against me. My juice covering his pants and he smiles darkly at me. His hand moves to grab me by my waist and he lifts me up while he removes his pants.

His cock jumping out of his pants and looking agressive at me wich makes me gulp. He lowers me onto him, which causes me to moan and i am also a little in pain. Its overwhelming, not only for me but also for Adrian. He whimpers and his jaw seems to tighten, his hands tremble while his eyes seem to devour my body. He doesn't move and seems to let me adjust to his size.

He groans and takes a deep breath before he looks into my eyes. "To answer your question...little one...your grandparents are not far away from here...they life in a cave with some of my friends...i could not trust them...so under the watch they life in the cave now. Don't worry my friends are not like me...so don't worry they will not kill them...maybe i allow you to visit them if your a good girl," he whispers and smiles.

His eyes shine predatory and he lifts me up, his cock nearly sliding complitly out but before that happens he pushes me down onto him again. I moan and my hands go around his neck my hips starting to move automaticly wich causes him to groan. God i hate how fucking drunk i am. How much i enjoy riding him even though he is a fucking monster. Adrian grabs my hair and pushes my head back a little so he has more acess to my throat.

"You're so fucking perfect for me. I want to show you that in every way posible," he growls and starts to leave bite marks on my throat. My warm heat only gets wetter and wetter while he starts to pick up the pace. The sound of slapping skin, moans and growls fills the room. I don't know why, but i feel so strange and overwhelmed with emotions, so sensetive. Fuck he fucks me so good. It's like all of me is now complitly and forever bonded to him.

Adrian seems drunk as well, his bite and slams getting rougher and more painfull, wich sends more pleasure through me. His cock throbs inside my pussy and makes me whimper when he starts to find my g-spot and pounds mercilessly against it. His bites draw a little blood from my throat but he stops before he bites to hard or deep and licks of all the blood. "Fuck little one...i will make you full of my cum...my sweet cum that only you deserve," he growls and rolls me over again.

The changed positions make him able to push deeper inside of my pounding against my cervix, it feels painfull. I am to cock drunk to notice this pain but i am sure i will feel it after this intense session. My back now pressed against the couch, he pounds me into the mattrasse like the animal he is and draws the first climax out of me. My walls tightening around his cock and milking it. He groans, his eyes turning white for a moment and then i feel him shot his warm sticky load in me. He feels me up so much that some of his cum leaks out from the space where we are conected and down onto the covers.

He growls and bites down on my shoulder. "Mine...all mine...full of me. Only me...," he growls and bites down on your shoulder harder. He doesn't pull out of me and it doesn't seem like he will, at least for a while. In what good shit did i get? I don't care, i am still so high from him fucking me to oblivien, that it seems like he also fucked my brain out.

He stops biting down my shoulder and groans in pleasure, while his cock still twitches inside my pussy and my womb hurst, because of how much sperm is inside. Adrian seems satisfide and his hand brushes over my belly. "hm...round and full with me...lets see how long it takes for me to make you carry my young," he groans and i feel his cock hardening and throb in excitment inside of me again.

I didn't sleep for the day and night, he still keeps going and i am sure this hunger to breed will not stop even if he achieves his goal.

End of the second part. Like everytime ignore my spelling mistakes love you guys

[revampvampireverseplease]

Ok, here's more questions 'cuz am invested now :3 Lemme put 'em in points to make it easier to answer esgahd

How will you be showing your AU to us? Will you be drawing comicses? Writing fics? A mix of both? Maybe it's an ask story?

Do the 'Emotional Vempires' or does a Pure Blood Vempire have to 'make them'?

The Pure Blood Vempires can't be harmed by light, what about the other types? Is, for example Lugubre(NM), maybe more sensetive to light? (I feel like it's a very big headcannon when it comes to NM) (which I like, it fits to him <3)

I see Ensueno(Dream) being linked to someone, on the 'family tree' Is that a lover or maybe just a friend of his? 👀

Also, do you maybe have other Accounts here? I feel like I've seen your art before but can't pin point the artstyle...

Yay, happy to hear that :D

I want to do little comics in a non-chronological order. But due to lack of time, maybe i could show the sketch version of every comic first, and then publish the color and clean version? I'm still thinking about it... And maybe in the future, when the story and characters are more defined, i'll do an ask section for the characters to interact with the lovely people of tumblr.

SPOILERS ZONE, i can't answer that yet, this would be part of a comic :)

Usually Emotional Vampires are inmune to sunlight, they need to camuflouge between mortals for them to subsist (and other reasons that had to do with the second question). Nonetheless... Nightmare is a very, VERY especial case, he is stronger that most vampires of any kind, yet, that has big consecuences on him.

Hehehe, good eye. Yes, is his lover. And i bet you know who could be...

Edit: I forgot to anwser the last one!

Well, i have a another blog, but i just use it to reblog and comment on people's art and rambles.

I have an instagram account "@lefko.weiss", but is mostly college's drawings.

Maybe my art seems familiar, because i've been influecend by many old and new artist of this community.

[valleyofblood]

  PARANIA NSFW FACTS (for a certain someone)

A switch for position, but they lean towards submissive as a role

Turnons/offs They're a little genophobic (phobia of sex) so almost everything turns them off... But uh, evil (formerly) fictional characters tend to get them a little frisky. A full kink list is HERE on F-list (please ignore how weird I ampleaspleaseplease)

They climax quickly (virgin...) but after more experience it would be about the average for an AFAB person (with a skilled partner)

They're most sensetive on their Nips... (I'm a boobs person) And clit (obvious). Their collar bone & neck are also quite senstive.. <3

Love bombing & making them feel bad for you. :/ Either that or being autistic and evil

They don't masturbate, they never really felt a interest in it.

One's where they can see another's face... or facesitting (the one sitting)

They have yet to! But feel free to change that >:3

Thrones Beds, baths, things they can cling to, stuff like that

They have never been caught masturbating, nor will they ever be.

They're loud. They tend to whimper and whine the most...

They have a collar and a vibrator, but they don't really use them.

They prefer receiving, they've given so much all their life prior to getting screwed over by the universe and they're tired of it.. they just want to feel special.

Their biggest sexual desire is to be worshiped, but not in a god way, more in a praise and giving stimulation way. They need affection. (A product of living in an ableist socitey)

I would describe Parania as on the asexual spectrum, primarly fictosexual but with some changes as those they thought weren't real.. well, are now.

They have SLIGHTLY (and I mean SLIGHTLY. like not much bigger) above average breasts for their body shape.

Their favorite place to be kissed is on their open heart surgery scar & their thighs (specifically on the stretch marks because we need to appericate those more)

They don't really think about sex unless they're reading a fanfic or someone else brings it up

They're self-conscious about their wings espesially because the wings are physically sensetive (most sensitive at the base, ignorable at the tips), as it's something new. They can get behind the eyes and the hair, but the wings? That's too much, PLUS THERE'S SIX OF 'EM.

The time sex lasts is up to their partner (esp is said partner's okay w/ somno) but uh. They get very eepy and might fall asleep-

They try not to be serious during sex and might giggle, but that depends on their partner.

Parania likes to bite.. A LOT.

Because I say so (for trigger reasons): Parania doesn't have an anus.. and all their food is magically digested and converted to "mana" or smth. I love biolgy but not in this factor.

They likely won't give oral to males out of fear of biting... (and because it causes empathy choking for me irl even when there's only licking)

Used this image to think of these cause questions help me make facts

[fintensifies]

moots time-sensetive question pls answer its for a quiz

[thisguydrawsandstuff]

"Who's REALLY The Weakest!" An Underverse TK Fic

HEY GUYS! I haven't written in FOREVER, so excuse any mistakes you might stumble upon or how lackluster this whole thing is! I am SO RUSTY!!!

Anyways, you're probably gonna need some background information on UV to be able to fully understand the events, but this takes place in episode 0.7 Part One. I included a clip below for reference! Anyways, thank you for reading!

Ink staggered, trying not to fall. He was dazed– confused.

*What just happened*? He thought, peering up at his taller skeleton companion.

“Bruh, look at ya! And ya wanted me to try dat thing?!” Fresh guffawed, glancing down at Ink.

For whatever reason, Fresh had decided it would be a great idea to stick whatever “infinity vial” he had received as a present directly into Ink's mouth, which was then followed by about ten seconds of Ink staring directly into space, motionless. The effects of the paint vial messed with Ink pretty good, Fresh had thought, as Ink's expression was now less than happy.

“I see…” Fresh began again, examining Ink, “You…. Are NOTHIN’ without these things.” The colorful skeleton held up Ink's most precious item; His sash full of sacred paint vials that made Ink, well, Ink.

Ink looked betrayed - no- angry at the sight of this. The one thing he'd been searching for this whole time was actually right in the hands of, who he'd thought to be, his closest companion.

Fresh continued, “But me? I can be ANYBODY I wanted ta be… Anyone.” Fresh's expression then changed into one of mischief— his brow furrowing as his smile widened.

“It's about time someone showed ya who's really da weakest!” With that, Fresh proceeded to pounce onto Ink, toppling both them and Ink's sash onto the ground, the prized sash falling out of their reach.

“WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?” Ink demanded, swinging his limbs aimlessly underneath Fresh. “I told ya, bruh… I'm provin’ ta ya dat you're not as strong as ya think ya are,”

Fresh quickly positioned himself onto Ink's upper legs, hugging them tightly with his own.

“That doesn't really answer my question,” Ink replied, trying to free himself of Fresh's hold.

“Just stay still, brah,” The taller skeleton chuckled deviously as his ten, slender fingers descended onto Ink's partially-exposed ribcage.

“WAIT! WAITWAITWAIT FREHESH! NO!” But the damage had already been done, as Fresh was already spidering and scratching at Ink's sensetive ribs at an inhuman speed.

Ink screeched, batting at Fresh's hands with all his might. Gosh, why was Fresh so strong? He definitely didn't look like he'd be for someone so slender.

“Frehehehesh!!!! I'm gohohonna kihihill yohohou!!”

“Dats not very nice, pal,” Fresh retorted, his shit-eating grin plastering his whole face.

“I- I dohOHON’T— GIHihive a sh[BEEP]!!!”

“Hmph….” Fresh stopped his attack on Ink, putting his finger up to his chin in mock wonder. “Where should I go ta next….. Got any preferences, friendo?”

“WH- NO! JUST LET GO OF ME!” Ink stammered, kicking his legs in frustration.

“Or…” Fresh examined Ink, his “eyes” squinting. “How da heck is THIS?!” The skeleton exclaimed, plummeting his fingers onto Ink's hips. The reaction was instant. “hhhAA--W-WAHAHAIT!!! FREHEHESH NOHOHOHO!”

“Fresh yes!”

Fresh continued his assault on Ink's exposed hips, circling patterns every so often whilst squeezing the bone.

“I bet dis really… tickles ya fancy!” (Budum tsss) Ink wheezed, though he wasn't sure if he was laughing harder at the joke or the prolonged attack on his hips.

“FREHHEHESH! OHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIVE! I GIVE!”

Fresh ceased his attack, glaring at Ink quizzically. “Hmm… Really, brah?”

“YES! Yes, okay? You win! Just—” Ink attempted to hoist himself up, ”GET off of me!”

“NOT so fast, brah. Ya gotta admit that YOU,” Fresh enunciated this by poking the smaller skeleton's ribs, “Are da weakest one. It's fair and square, broskie.”

Ink screeched, batting at Fresh's hands once again. “ABSOLUTELY not!”

The artist then forcefully turned himself onto his stomach, reaching for his sash that lay a mere two feet away from him.

Fresh sighed. “Alright, brah. You asked for dis.”

Fresh cracked his knuckles, and without a second warning, scribbled his fingers down the length of Ink's spine. Ink arched his back and gasped, cackles soon following.

“ACK– AAHAHHAHA WAIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!”

“Why not?”

But Ink couldn't get the words out, he just laid there and cackled, tears beginning to form at the edges of his eyesockets.

“Bad spot, Inky?” Fresh teased, drilling his fingers into his companion's exposed spine. He switched between tracing, poking, and practically spidering the bone, all of which drove Ink utterly insane. Poor guy!

Maybe Fresh was just too busy with wrecking this poor skeleton's shit to notice, but Ink had eventually scooted up enough to reach his sacred sash and fling himself out from under the taller skeleton in one quick motion.

“Really, brah? That's lame,” Fresh retorted, crossing his arms in disapproval.

Ink got to his feet, turning around to lock eyes with Fresh. “You know what's ‘lame,’ Fresh? Torturing your friend like that! I almost died!”

Fresh huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Dat wasn't ‘torture,’ broskie. Plus,” Fresh started, a grin starting to tug at his nonexistent lips, “I didn't hear ya say ‘stop’ one time.”

“Oh, CAN IT,” The artist practically screeched, throwing an unused paintbrush at Fresh's head with a ‘thunk!’

The two skeletons paused, then broke out laughing. Its been a while since they've been able to have fun like this! It was nice to be able to loosen up amidst the chaos, Ink thought.

(HOW DO I END SHIT DAWG UHH?? UHGH??? UMM???? ERMM???? UHHHHH??????) The End!

[barbthebuilder]

So umm, sorry this is a sensetive question at all. but like, I'm newly gender fluid and its like a big fear of mine im just faking it all, is there any ways for me to like alleviate those fears 😭

Again you don't need to answer if u don't want too

Yo, thank you for the ask! This is a really good one. I'll try to help you out there, anon.

I think we all struggled with this particular feeling at one point or another. It can come back sometimes even after we concquer it. It's definetly tough, makes you question everything, and to be honest I'm not really sure where it comes from and why it is so universal.

Anyway, I would encourage you to sit for a moment and think. What does "faking it" mean? Convincing youself and other you are something you're not? Forcing yourself into a label? Well, okay. Are you trying to convince somebody? Are you trying to force something?

Remind yourself of the reasons you decided to put such a label on yourself. Was it for attention? Was it for some malicious reason?

Or was it for your comfort? To complete sense of identity, understand yourself better, find a community?

Being genderfluid is based mostly on the feeling. It's a wide spectrum of elements one can have or not. So even if your experience isn't like others you're still could be genderfluid.

But also. Remeber that you can't fake something while being unaware of it. "Maybe I'm doing it unconciously!" bro no. Don't listen to that voice of doubt. That's paranoia. Imagine that's just some annoying aunt that vistis once a year to gossip. She's a bitch. Roll your eyes every time you hear her.

Anyways, in my case that feeling just kinda dissapeared. It stuck for a long time but then it became weaker and weaker. This blog certianly helped me. Coming out (and getting postitive reactions) helped. Being connected with myself and honset has been helping.

Not sure if this was useful in any way, shape or form but I really hope at the very least it was entertaining ;) anyone is welcome to tune in with their comments, thoughts, advice or criticism!

[thetwiggiesttwig]

TIME SENSETIVE QUESTION