#top Cissy

[prettygreenpills]

Hi! I heard your request was open again, I'm so happy! Can I request a narcissa x reader just pure love and lots of smut, and r is shy and narcissa finds it cute? Thank you! Also I love your fics!!

Hi anon, thank you so much. I’ll try my best!

Don’t hold back - Narcissa Malfoy

warnings: smut, shy!reader, soft!Narcissa, virgin reader, fingering, stimulation, etc.

“Have I told you already?” Narcissa asked you as you were resting in the bedroom. She was doing her nails and from time to time she looked at you.

“Told me what?”

“That you are the most beautiful wife I could ever marry,” Narcissa said seriously and you bit on your lip, blushing immediately. Your cheeks heated up and you tried to hide it from her by fake coughing. However, Narcissa realized and she smiled. She put the rasp down and checked the shape of her nails. “Oh darling,” Naricssa looked at you and smiled, moving closer to you on the bed.

Narcissa’s hand wrapped around your waist and her face was in front of yours immediately. Smiling at her, you softly kissed her onto her red lips and took her face into your hands.

“You are more beautiful,” you whispered and when Narcissa straddled your hips, your breath hitched up. You kept kissing Narcissa and when she moved her hips against yours, you pulled away softly. “Cissy-“

“Yes love?” She asked you and you kept looking at each other. Biting on your lower lip, you looked away from her and from the thought which was on your mind you closed your eyes. “What is it?”

“I- you know,” you said shyly and looked up at Narcissa with puppy eyes. She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Can we- I mean-“ you didn’t know how to say it and Narcissa chuckled. She found it adorable. Making sure she was getting your hints, she brushed your hips and you took a deep breath.

“Are you sure darling?”

“Yes Cissy,” you whispered and looked up into her eyes. When you saw her smiling, you smiled a little as well.

“If you would like to stop, or not start at all, please tell me okay?”

“I will,” you promised her and Narcissa smiled. She reached behind her back to unzip her dress and she slowly pulled it off. Pealing it off her skin, she was revealing more and more and when you saw her in her bra, you swallowed.

Narcissa leant closer to you and she took the bottom of your shirt. She leant her forehead against yours and smiled.

“May I love?”

Nodding your head you gave her your consent and she pulled your shirt off. Quietly moaning when she saw your bra, she leant down and kissed you onto both of your breasts. You swallowed and kept looking down at Narcissa, who was working with her eyes closed. She was showering your body in tones of kisses.

“Can you lay down for me darling?” Narcissa asked you softly and you laid onto the bed. She was still sitting on your thighs and she moved a little lower. Her lips were meeting your soft untouched skin. When she arrived to the edge of your pants, she looked up at you without any words. Nodding your head in silence, you have her the answer she was peacefully waiting for and Narcissa hooked her fingers in your pants.

“You are so beautiful my love,” Narcissa whispered when she kissed you onto your thong and you shivered. She pulled your pants down fully and rested them on the bed.

“T-thank you Cissy,” you whispered and when Narcissa kissed you onto your clit through your thong. You moaned already. You didn’t know why, but you bent your legs in knees and rested your feet against the covers of the bed. Narcissa smiled and crawled up to you, reaching behind your back.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you whispered, but it was enough for Narcissa to hear you. She unhooked your bra and while she was still between your legs, she moved upper and kissed you onto your nipples.

“Mhm,” you moaned quietly as she started sucking on your already sensitive nipple. Her hand appeared on your thong and she started drawing small and tight circles on your clit, what caused you lift your upper body.

“Oh,” Narcissa chuckled and she kept drawing the circles. “Are we this sensitive?”

“Y-yeah-“ you moaned out and bit on your lip.

“Can you tell me when you’re ready darling?” Narcissa asked softly and you almost cried out from how she was treating you. She was so soft, so careful. So loving.

“I- I am ready Cissy-“

“Thank you love,” Narcissa said back and she kept pleasing your clit for few more seconds. Sliding her fingers down from your clit, you looked down at her. She smiled at you and waited for you to nod your head.

“I will go slow. If it will be too much, can you tell me?”

“Yes,” you whispered and kept watching her. You leant onto your elbows and when you looked at Narcissa, she smiled lovingly.

She drew few circles around. Only by that action, she had you moaning her name. It felt weird at first, but when you got used to it, and Narcissa started slowly pushing her finger in, you moaned louder a little.

“Oh-“

“It’s okay love. I will wait,” Narcissa said and leant closer to you, so you were face to face.

“You can- you can continue,” you whispered against her lips and Narcissa slowly pushed her finger in. Bucking your hips against her hand, you were biting on your lip. “Oh Cissy-“

Narcissa started slowly making her way in with another finger. She moaned quietly together with you and then she took your chin, kissing you slowly. She rested her fingers inside of you for few seconds and when she started moving them in and out, she pulled away from you.

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah-“ you moaned. “The- the one before felt nice,” you admitted and when Narcissa placed her finger onto your clit, you whined.

“This one love?”

“Yes!” You cried and took a deep breath. Narcissa was slowly pumping into you and she was drawing small circles on your clit, what was making you feel all tingly.

“You’re doing so well darling. You’re beautiful my love,” Narcissa praised you and all you could think of were her fingers inside of you. She was slow. She was causing the tickling in your stomach. The woman knew what was she doing and she knew what was she doing to you.

“Cissy- tickles-“ you warned her because you didn’t know what was about to come. Narcissa kissed you onto your stomach and you arched in your back. “Cissy-“

“It’s okay darling, don’t hold back,” she whispered and brought her face up to yours. You looked her into eyes and then your eyes rolled back.

You squeezed your thighs. Your stomach was tickling from the inside and you arched in your back. Your legs felt like they were about to fall off and when you felt ants in your fingers, you cried out.

“Shh honey it’s okay, it’s alright. I am right here my love,” Narcissa kept whispering to you and when you felt tickling right where Narcissa’s fingers were, you cried out her name.

“Cissy!”

“It’s alright darling, I am right here. It’s okay honey,” she whispered to you and then she pulled her fingers out. It felt a little weird and when you opened your eyes again, Narcissa was towering over you. “Alright?”

“Y-yeah-“ you panted out and Narcissa laughed. She kissed you onto your nose and then she kissed you onto your lips, until you didn’t pull her down onto the bed. “Oh my god-“

“What is it love?”

“M-my legs. They hurt,” you said and you felt your face go red. Narcissa laughed.

“It’s okay darling. Would you like a massage?”

“Mhm,” you nodded your head and Narcissa sat up, smiling. She took your legs and started softly massaging them. “Thank you so much.”

“You are welcome darling,” Narcissa said back and then she kissed you onto your knee. She kept massaging your legs and you felt like you were in heaven.

But with Narcissa, you maybe were. Who knows?

[automaticsoulharmony]

Guys I know we all make silly jokes about how YJs missions are crazy and scare the new kids and are cryptids for it, but the real reason the team would be seen as spooky and wild… is that the majority of the members aren’t around anymore.

Think about, four out of the eight core members of the team have just, disappeared.

They mention invading a country and Barts like “yeah it was to save Anita’s mom” and the younger hero’s are just like… “who???”

“Oh yeah, we had to deal with Darkseid back in the day, he was weirdly interested in our teammate Secret,” Tim (no real names unless necessary) Drake says casually “okay, ignoring the dealing with Darkseid part because idk how to comprehend that, who the fuck is Secret??” One of the batfam asks wildly. Steph chimes in with a casual “that’s the girl who tried to kill me, right?”

“Man, sometimes I miss Slobo,” Cassie says quietly when they’re chilling and one of the newer titans happens to be near by is just like “what the fuck is a Slobo?”

“Cissie would freak if she saw this,” Kon jokes. Conner Hawke is just like “I feel like I’m supposed to know who that is????”

Like, Secret, Cissie, Anita, and Slobo are just gone, and the new heroes definitely don’t know who they are, and most of the older heroes don’t either.

YJs mission reports are crazy for many reasons. One of which being no one knowing who the fuck they’re talking about.

Not to mention “I wish we still had the Supercycle, I wonder how its kid is doing?” “the What?? How???”

[litta-jpg]

standard lesbian practices

[lemonlimestar]

lesbian activity going on at mount justice 💘

[plutonicbees]

girlfriends sharing clothing <3

[c0nn0r-c0nn0r13]

“If Tim Drake was meta, his ability would be shadow travel!”

“No, immortality!”

“No, shapeshifting!”

NO. NO. NO. HE WOULD BE SPIDER-MAN. FIGHT ME.

actual explanation:

All ‘weird’ behaviour he does? Spider things. Walk with me. Sleeping in the most random places, spider hibernation. Getting in on high building as a child, sticky. Bad eyesight (thats a personal hc), spiders are nearsighted. Really smart, although arachnids have brains that could literally fit on the head of a pin, the work of scientists suggests that they have capabilities we'd have no problem hailing as signs of intelligence if exhibited by animals with much larger brains. (I copied that off safari but my point stands)

Now, you’ve read that and you’re probably like “but, Connor, thats basically nothing, why are trying pushing spider-man! Tim for meta AU’s.” Well, my answer to that is: i don’t know. But lets compare Peter Parker and Tim Drake for a minute.

Tim:

Heavily shipped with his friends (Conner, Bart, Bernard, Cassie, the rest of the young justice98 line up)

Bi

Wears red

Photography as a hobby

Skateboards

Smart

Nerd

Two (+more) friends that wear red

Peter:

Heavily shipped with his friends/people he works with (Wade, Johnny, Harry, Ned, Harley, Mary Jane, Gwen Stacy, Felicia, Matt, Flash)

Queer coded/Bi

Wears red

Photography as a hobby

Skateboards

Smart

Nerd

Two (+ more) friends that wear red

See, basically the same person. “But Connor, when would Tim get bit by the spider, or are you just gonna say he was born with it.” Yes and no, i have no idea how meta powers work in dc, so we’re going with marvel mutants, stick with me.

Tim was born with a mutant (meta) gene, but it doesn’t awaken till he’s nine and gets bitten by the spider. The spider itself is a failed lab experiment from one of the rogues. He gets bit when he’s following batman and robin. It gets him sick and he doesn’t end up following them for a while because his body is changing. The robin (1 to 2) switch happens, Tim’s still in boarding school so he can’t follow them everyday anyways.

“If Tims robin, when does he become spider-man?”

I hc Tim as gender fluid, so he goes by arachnid. Anyways, he becomes that universe’s resident friendly neighbourhood arachnid when his red robin arch happens (AND HE STAYS AS ARACHNID, NO GOING BACK TO ROBIN SHIT!) Dick still tries (and fails) to get him to go to therapy, all that good stuff. He still meets Pru, Owen, and Z. They (minus Pru) dies. You know how the red robin arch goes. Explosion and losing spleens.

Now, this had derailed so much, but i’m going to derail it even more. Anita Fite is this worlds Deadpool, and Cissie King-Jones is this worlds Daredevil. Why is this? Because i said so, anyways this is how it works.

When being trained by her mother, Cissie gets into an accident, loses her sight, that goops/ooze things makes her “see” the world like Matt does. She proceeds to relearn archery with her disability, she becomes arrowette, then retires like in canon. But later on, she can’t just sit by and let everything happen. She goes to college and gets a law degree, she quits being an actresses. She opens a lawyer place thingy. But its not enough. So she dawns the mantle daredevil.

Anita Fite’s parents get kidnapped as an attempt to draw Empress out of hiding. She comes to get her parents back, but they get killed in the process. She gets nocked out, then when she wakes up she can regenerate and can’t die. She feels like she can’t go back to young justice so she takes up jobs as merc. Taking the name Deadpool.

Why did i decide to add them into why i think tim drake’s meta ability would be spiderman. This was because i was trying to get you guys to think about my team red! Tim, Cisse, & Anita. *insert evil laugh*

I will be drawing art for this later. Good day (do you guys want more of this, because i want more of it, and have to the one make it.)

[strawberrytalia]

Okay so I don’t really put much stock into “Ranking arrowfam archery skills” because it is subjective to a degree, and it’s also hard to fairly compare each of them when there is decades more material of Ollie showing off his skills as opposed to say, Emi or Mia. Also all of their styles are different, and I feel like the application of archery is so varied, like between accuracy and ability to shoot while moving, etc.

HOWEVER I think regardless of whatever your personal ranking is, Cissie has GOT to be in the top 4 at least. The girl is so good, that the fucking olympics are basically recreational for her

[st-dionysus]

(The Poem is named) Emetophobia CW

It’s 2024 and I’m in a 20 year old drag bar, watching the very first trans-masculine performer to compete on their stage, he gets second place even though he deserved first.

I show up to the men’s bathhouse on trans night to get free entry and get turned away at the door, and told it’s for transgirls only, bitch you could have put it on the flyer that transmen need not apply.

I’m doing a line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I get banned from the camsite for listing myself as transgender when I don’t have a dick, I complain online and get told that the trans-masculine body is to grotesque to be fetishized and I should be grateful.

I wear a packer and hitch up a skirt, walk the street, get $20, calling it stealing transfem valor.

Cissie puts a TW #body-mutilation tag under my thirst trap. Tranny puts a TW #dysphoria tag under my thirst trap.

T-girl with a callout post pedojackets me, Enby with TME in bio pedojackets me, T-boy with a self-deprecating joke about men in his bio pedojackets me.

I do another line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I am at the woman’s clinic, I am at the woman’s clinic, I am at the woman’s clinic wearing a mask – not cause I’m compromised (I am), just to hide my beard – avoiding making everyone uncomfortable.

I am getting re-diagnosed with BPD, which just means I have bitch disorder and no one trusts me.

I take my pills and throw them up. I drink my liquor before the beer and throw them up.

I am just 14 when the picture and videos go up. Remind me that I have it easy, they were only pictures and videos.

I am just 17 when the recording of my proof stops before it happens, my phone memory is full, I’m called a liar and now I can’t see buttered crackers, thanksgiving, or sriracha sauce without wanting to kill myself.

No one gets me therapy, but they still want to convert me, she puts her hands down my pants, at least I’m 19, to remind me I’m a woman – tell me how they love trans men again.

I do a third line of ketamine off the table, realize it doesn’t effect me, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I call myself a dog, I start biting my lovers and I have to hold back from ripping out a chunk of flesh, I don’t think I’d throw it up.

I am reading the statistics, 40% of BPD patients try and kill themselves. 1 in 2 transgender men try and kill themselves. I’m one of them. I’m 12 and I swallowed all the pills. I’m 14 and the gun is empty. I’m 17 and I put the box-opener against my throat. Therapist calls me a liar, there is no scar, and my words don’t count for anything.

I’m using he/him pronouns for Stormé DeLarverie, like the stonewall veteran association said to, and telling you he started the riot, calling it stealing transfem valor from a woman who told you she didn’t fucking do it.

I’m shoving my fingers down my throat in a fit of mania, convinced I can vomit up my uterus. She tells me I should be grateful, she’d do anything to be able to get pregnant.

My brother in the struggle gets bottom surgery without top, calling it stealing transfem valor to feel comfortable in his body.

It’s 2024 and I’m at trans pride, the announcers tells everyone to give a round of applause for trans woman, a round of applause for gender-queers, a round of applause for transfems, a round of applause for the enbies, a round of applause for trans-masculine people. You forgot someone. Did you know a trans man started the first ever transgender pride parade?

A book on queer history talks about gay men and lesbians and trans women and the women who dressed as men for better job opportunities. I’m reminded that my invisibility is a privilege, if you aren’t seen you don’t get bashed.

I’m 13 and they throw me in the girls bathroom, pin me down, beat me, and in black sharpie write “dyke”, write “tranny”, write “lesbo”, and pull my hair out the cap I shoved it in.

I’m 19 with D cups that a binder can’t hide and a beard I refuse to shave less I break the mirror and kill myself with the shards of glass I would swallow.

Man at the bus stop calls me tranny and tells me I’ll never be a woman. I’d laugh if he didn’t have his hand on my throat. Calling it stealing transfem valor.

I’m 21 and have to pull a taser on him, cause from the back, even with short hair and top surgery, I look rape-able.

I’m 23 and in the gay district when they chase me down the street, calling me faggot.

Make another forcemasc post, calling it stealing transfem valor.

Read an article about a trans man prostitute that kills himself and ends up another female statistic.

Read an article about a trans man shooter, they blame the HRT he didn’t have access too.

Going to read a callout about me, five pages on Google Docs, does this post make it on the list?

Do a final line of ketamine, write the final line of a poem that makes me want to die, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I puke and miss the toilet.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for derpsheep behind the cut; "obligatory sugar baby Kon". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Huh?” Kon asks, wrinkling his nose in confusion. Cassie lunges at Bart and yanks him behind herself, presumably to hide the fact she’s clamped a hand over his mouth. 

“Nothing!” she says brightly. “Absolutely nothing! Done with your texting? All good there?” 

“Oh, yeah. Wasn’t a big thing or anything,” Kon says, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair with a shrug. He’s wearing metallic silver eyeliner. Just a little bit of it, but a noticeable bit of it. Like–a bit. That can be noticed. Noticeably. 

. . . noticeably. 

Tim’s brain is definitely not brainable again yet, yeah. 

Cassie makes a strangled noise as Bart phases out of her grip with an annoyed expression that she seems oblivious to, then squints at Kon again. He and Suzie both continue to look very surprised about either what Kon’s wearing or their own reactions to what Kon’s wearing. Cissie just eyes him doubtfully, leaning forward over the table a little bit as she folds her arms on top of it. 

“So like, were we fighting crime on the beach today or did you just decide to rebrand as Power Boy?” she asks with a dry expression, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him. Cassie gives her a murderous look and Kon–hesitates, briefly, just the slightest flicker of self-consciousness crossing the back of his eyes, and Tim’s brain figures out how to work again after all. 

“Arrowette, with all due respect, you literally fight crime wearing less than that,” he reminds her wryly, pretending not to notice the hint of tension that leaves Kon’s shoulders as he says it. “And you’re not invulnerable or solar-powered.” 

“Listen, this getup was not my design,” Cissie says, pointing accusingly at herself. “This is actually an improvement on my mom’s version, in fact, so don’t judge, I’m doing my best here.” 

“Your best could possibly involve more body armor,” Tim mentions, perfectly neutral and objective about it. She gives him a dubious look. 

“Oh, is that why the Robin suit comes in primary colors with T-shirt sleeves and no knee or elbow pads?” she asks with an unimpressed snort. Tim decides not to get into the whole “I need to look enough like an innocent kid that Batman doesn’t forget I technically and legally am one and start getting a little too vicious on the job again” thing. Seems like a bad idea and all. 

She does have a point about at least the pads, admittedly. A hypocritical point, but a point. He could probably look into those. 

“So is this your new costume?” Suzie asks curiously, floating over to circle Kon and peer curiously at his outfit. “Oh! You got a new earring, too! It’s cute!” 

“Um–thanks,” Kon replies stiffly, still looking just barely self-conscious as he gives the sapphire stud a reflexive little tug, and then visibly puffs himself back up and shrugs again, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “Naw, not a new costume, just the one I was wearing today got kinda shredded and it was my last clean one, so it was this or do laundry and be, like, even later than I was already gonna be.” 

Tim is perfectly aware that Kon owns much less revealing clothing than the clothing that he is currently wearing, but a) Robin is not aware of that and b) Tim Drake is neither a snitch nor ungrateful for the gifts that the world gives him. 

Even the ones that short out his brain.

[transfemmehunter]

It's cute watching the light leave a cissies eyes as I fuck them like the slut they are, followed by the panic as they feel my gock knocking them up. If you didn't want to get fucked shouldn't have worn a skirt and crop top you should know dressing like that is an open invitation for any tranny to raw you.

[cis-hunting-trans-girl]

Cissies that dress in tight clothing like crop tops and bike shorts and leggings, or short skirts and mini dresses know what they're doing. They rapebait us trannies. And guess what, I've gotten so much more attention when I wore clothes like leggings that show off my cock bulge.

If you wear skintight shorts that show off the contours of your cunt, you've given consent for a tranny to fuck you raw. Not that any trans girls ever need it anyway.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Cissi from Stockholm, Sweden shared her apt. So much fun and color!

Graphic art, pink kit kat clock, and a blue painted faux crown molding.

I'm getting lost in here, already.

Wow, this is roomy. Love the neon.

Isn't it clever, the way that shelving fits together?

Pink & yellow always stands out.

What an interesting doorway.

I'm getting lost in here. Small pass-thru to the kitchen is a pantry.

Sunny yellow dining chairs.

Music corner- I like the stool on top of the crate, it saves space and looks artsy.

Cozy bedroom.

And, bd. #2. How can you be unhappy in this colorful apt.?

[faeyells]

Hey so… fuck you jkr

Fuck you for making everyone in your book cis, straight, white, able bodied, English speaking and from England (and if they weren’t they were some kind of stereotype)

This is my personal middle finger to you.

Remus, welsh, trans ftm, gay, disabled, uses a cane, would definitely side with Luigi, definitely only married Tonks cause they both needed someone to support them, fuck you

Sirius, French, definitely got some gender fuckery going on, bi, beats the shit out of nazis/homophobes/transphobes, love of my life, fuck you

Peter, Australian, he doesn’t fucking know or care, he just likes people (sometimes), definitely joins Sirius in his violent conquests, fuck you

James, south Asian, pan, poly, bro just loves fucking everyone, he is incapable of hate (most of the time), would literally only hate you and Voldemort, fuck you

Lily, Scottish, bi, poly, angry as fuck, will whip ur ass for talking badly about any of her friends, she would eviscerate you online, twitter is her playground and she will make you her bitch, fuck you

Marlene, Aussie, lesbian, defo some gender fuckery too, one day she’s all girly pop, next she’s in knee length cargos, crew socks, a wifebeater and uggs, about to whack you over the head with her surfboard, fuck you

Mary, Swahili, bi, trans mtf, my goddess, is just genuinely, kinder, funnier and a better writer than you, omg I just decided Mary keeps these like rlly long diaries just full of stories she’s written, hol up while I write that down, fuck you

Pandora, god knows, she’s just turned up one day, pan, trans mtf (oh I’m not even done yet), speaks in tongues fluently, would defo shit talk you to Sybil, fuck you

Sybill, Czech, bi, ace, trans (she/they) (my knowledge only extends so far on the terms front) would calmly and incredibly gorely tell you how you are going to die, and then watch Barty carry it out, smiling, fuck you

Dorcas, where do we headcanon Dorcas is from? I think she grew up in London but that might just be because I need a token “grew up here” character, would beat you, don’t fight me, fight her, fuck you

Regulus, French, bi, poly, trans ftm, he is babygirl (this is a non gendered term to me) yeah sure he’s fucked up and makes mistakes and shit, he’s remorseful, he makes up for it, but still, he’s babygirl, because if he saw you, Hed spit on your shoes and tell you to turn to love, fuck you

Evan, German, he swears Dora just showed up one day, gay, bored, loml, I cried over him two days ago, he would also beat you up, or maybe just watch Barty do it, fuck you

Barty, English (wow look at that), trans ftm, gay, fucking crazy, I love him, would troll you on twitter, would call you John Rowling and ask how much you like it BITCHHH, fuck you

Is that everyone? It doesn’t feel like everyone. I am missing someone.

OHHHH LOVES OF MY LIFE WAIT

Bellatrix, French, lesbian, crazy bitch, I love her, defo dates Rita, would be a total misandrist except for when guys are useful to her, clung only Molly cause he reminded her of the people she loved (Cissy, Rita, Andy) and would hate you :), loves Peggy by ceechyna, fuck you

Narcissa, french, lesbian, swordfights, reads Sappho, is the fucking best, Queen of lavender marriages, would give you a mildly disgusted look and walk away, we are rather displeased with you

Andromeda, French, straight (whattt???), defo tops tho, don’t know much about her but I’d like to, give me fic recommendations, she seems fucking badass, she would kill you for her little gender fluid baby, fuck you

Rita, English, lesbian (it’s getting funny at this point), trans mtf (I’m shitting myself laughing with all my headcanons written out like this), dyslexic, fight me, that quick quotes quill was there for one reason and one reason only, so she could diss you with the spelling immaculate, fuck you

Alice, German, bi, genuinely a kind person, would get incredibly angry at you if you hurt anyone she likes feeling though, wouldn’t hurt you or anything, just go best red and start crying (tears of anger) while saying mean things about you, then cissy would come over, and then she’d punch you, only if cissy said to though, fuck you

Ted, English (Yorkshire, I just know it), cis het, he does bottom though, fight me, seems genuinely kind, we love to see it, just a nice guy, fuck yeah, still fuck you though

Behold them in all their glory, no particular order or reasons. Just vibes

If I forgot anyone, pls tell me, :))) I don’t want to tag this, it’s gonna be everywhere.

I reached 30 tags so quickly,

Damn

[plutonicbees]

we talk about "yj killed santa!" "yj watched santa die!" "yj let santa get exploded by an evil meteor!"

but we need to further discuss the fact that they then took it upon themselves to deliver all of santa's presents---and they weren't even able to finish until march

so, how do you think they went about it?

I imagine they really tried their hardest until the new year (or the end of somebody's winter break), at which point it just became a kind of chore list between school and missions and shit

there were probably spreadsheets and schedules to get it done asap but the thing about having to do all that on top of being a superhero and a teenager---is that a schedule would mean absolutely nothing; procrastination. world ending shit. weird ass super shit. the general maladies of being teen aged.

in my mind, they tried doing team deliveries via the super-cycle before realizing that they should really just split up, at which point the brunt of it fell to bart, kon, and cassie. cue cartoon image of bart running with a comically large backpack. but tim or cissie could take the super-cycle and carry larger deliveries and greta likes to tag along on those rides.

also, having to leave the house to do all that?? max would absolutely think bart is fucking with him and trying to get out of doing his schoolwork. helena would just sit down like. nobody told me having a superhero daughter would involve the aftermath of santa's fiery death. what did I do to deserve this. I can't even imagine this being a lie because it would be the most insane lie ever. I don't even care if you're just trying to go out with your friends because what was that story. and then there's tim on a faraway mission with dick or bruce just going "hey I need to make a delivery, dw abt it ahaha" and then fucking off to do his santa shit. absolutely does not bring it up.

do you think cissie was still on the team by the end of those 3-ish months? did they hold her to being a santa helper even when she left?

consider the implications !!!!

[justlikebart-allen]

Happy pride month! Here's my top five instances of Bart Allen being extremely aroace in no particular order:

Bart/Carol kiss- Impulse '95 #20

Basically every single time Bart and Ayana interact- Impulse '95

The valentines day dance issue- Impulse '95 #59

Bart and Connor's... different approaches to girls- Young Justice '98

Bart says no thanks to noir tropes- Young Justice '98

+Bonus, Cissie knowing that "confessing" her love would be weird enough to shock Bart out of spiraling.

[galaxy-shapeshifter]

A bit of timbart agenda here, but you all know this fanfic trope of the bat-stalking™, when Timmy has to collect whatever data available on his current crush just to see if they're a good match?

Well I say Bart should be just as much of a little freak about it!

Because Bartholomew raised-in-a-VR Henry Allen definitely approaches crushes like it's a game, there's a math to this. He needs to know all of his love interest's favorite things, activities, hobbies, places, and schedule.

More than once, Tim would have a run in with Bart while on his routine grocery shopping of the week, just to be greeted by a gift like a donut from the place he likes, or a coffee from his favorite coffee place.

During his usual downtime, Bart would ask to hang out.

On his patrol route, red Robin had to shoo impulse out of gotham.

The obsessive behavior has been freaking Tim out, who thinks impulse may have been compromised somehow. Cissie has been Bart's top enabler so far, she finds this hilarious.