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[avaloriainfodumping]

Dwarves and Cave Slime Farming

Dwarves farm cave slimes for food the way we (and other Avalorian peoples) farm normal animals. Cave slime is the major ingredient in a common dwarves dish called Rumikla– it's literally just cave slime mixed with salt and other fictional edible minerals. It has a nice, tangy flavor.

Farmers need to be careful where they raise their cave slimes, as they absorb the minerals from the ground. Many laws were put into place requiring that an area be checked for dangerous substances before cave slimes can be farmed there, after an entire town was nearly wiped out due to them ingesting cave slime that has absorbed arsenic. Thankfully, magic makes checking less of a lengthy endeavor than it would on Earth.

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 35! I love bats so much guys

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[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce becomes the touchpoint for grieving superhero parents. When Barry loses Wally, or when Oliver loses Roy, or whenever it happens to whomever, Bruce is there. Not as a leader, not to give them any advice. Just as himself, cowl off, sitting with them for as long as they need a friend

[thesandlorde]

touch

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i started this little two-pager some time after top surgery i think? it was spurred on by thinking about being knit back together by a complete stranger, and how different people experience touch, and what it means to each individual.

[gilverrwrites]

I’m so obsessed with Perv!Dick as if I wouldn’t end up incredibly depressed in that scenario, butttttt

Dick bringing Roy over to have fun with you, telling you that Tim is into threesomes and you shouldn’t worry now because Roy isn’t nearly as intense as Kon (Tim’s threesome partner of choice) while he’s backing you up until your back hits Roy’s chest, caging you between the two men? Is this something?

IT’S SOMETHING! Anon, this ask shut off my brain for like 8 hours straight and then a bunch of other times intermittently whenever I thought about it. Oh to be sandwiched between Dick and Roy, I would die happy. Here is the most cohesive response I would muster with the stray pieces of thoughts I could pluck from rattling around my brain. Good work anon 💖 Warnings: Perv!Dick, F/M/M, coercion, manipulation, Dick being possessive ━ [Part 1] ━ [Part 2] ━ [Part 4]

Dick knows he’s pushing his luck; his heart feels heavy with guilt as he watches you pick at the beds of your nails.

“I don’t know, Dick.” You’ve had this look on your face, like a kicked puppy, all big wet eyes and pouty lips since you’d opened the door to find not one, but two pairs of eyes staring back at you. He feels bad, but more than that he wants to fuck the pitiful expression right off your face. “I’ve been thinking maybe I should save some firsts for Tim.”

“I get that, you’re right.” Dick agrees purely for the sake of giving you some perceived agency back, ignoring the way Roy crosses his arms and quirks a brow from behind you. That’s another part of it, proving to Roy that he really does have you wrapped around his finger after bragging about you incessantly. “If you would rather your first threesome be with Tim and Kon, I totally understand.”

“K-Kon?” You stutter, eyes growing even bigger at the sound of his name.

Dick knows you’ve met Kon exactly once before at a birthday gathering for Tim and that it hadn’t been the best experience for you. Kon rarely has bad intentions, he’s just a little rough around the edges. You’d incidentally gotten in his way on the dance floor at some point, and it had resulted in some pretty nasty, but entirely accidental bruising and Kon hadn't really been given the chance to apologise, which he absolutely would have, if Dick hadn't swept you off the dance floor so he could 'tend' to you before Tim or Kon could get a look in.

“Oh, that's right, those two are tight.” Roy clues in on the play and you swing around to watch as he goes on. “Good guy, bit much though. Doesn’t know his own strength. I once watched hi- Ah, you… don’t wanna hear this, hon.”

“No…” You’re looking at Roy with that same innocently curious look you’d given Dick the first time he’s sunk his fingers into your tight little pussy. Roy’s chest immediately starts to puff up, his freckled skin turning reddish with arousal as he throws Dick a glance that says ‘wow!’. “I think I do.”

“Really you don’t.” Dick tells you and you turn to face him again, stepping back when you realise how close he’d gotten while your back was turned. You raise your hands unconsciously and Dick takes them in his own, tenderly pressing your palms to his chest, to his heart, really amping up the soft, understanding 'brother-in-law' angle as he goes on. “If you want to wait for Tim and Kon to tag team you, that’s totally your prerogative, but the offer is on the table.”

You’ve also only met Roy once more before tonight. He had this easy sort of confidence with the ladies. Before Dick has purposely interrupted, selfishly wanting you all to himself, Roy had offered you a charmingly mellow smile that has intrigued you. Before he'd even introduced himself, he had a hand on the small of your back, strong fingers massaging your skin in much the same way he does now.

You hadn't even noticed how Dick had been herding you toward your guest until your back was pressed against Roy’s solid chest. Roy’s hands tread ever so carefully around your hips, creeping under your shirt, the tips of his fingers are hard and warm against your skin. He leans into your shoulder until his stubble scratches at your neck and his voice reverberates down your spine as he talks directly into your ear. “We can be real gentle with you.”

They won’t be gentle. They’ll start off slow and calm. Roy kissing your neck, stroking your hair, whispering sweet words to you while Dick warms you up. Getting you off and stretching you out on his fingers, just like he’s done countless times before. He’s got your pretty pussy memorised and he’s gonna make sure you’re wet and ready to take them both.

But once your lips are around Roy’s cock and Dick is balls deep inside you, all bets are off.  

"Fuck- You suck it like a pro, doll."

"Who taught you that, baby?"

Even if your mouth weren't to full, you're to cock drunk to interject when they converse about how good your pussy feels, or how well you take it while they pile into you from both ends.

You're nervous about loosing your anal virginity, but between that and taking them both in your cunt, you'd much rather let Dick put it in your ass, and he coos in your ear the whole time about how you're such a good girl, you're doing such a good job, making them both feel so good.

But when Roy applauds how tight your pussy is when he starts stretching it out in places Dick's cock couldn't reach; Dick tells him to pull your hair, cause he knows how it makes your walls clench and your eyes roll back.

It's overwhelming, four big strong hands groping and caressing you incessantly. The sick, wet sound of skin slapping echos through the room. The scent of sex and musk fills your nose. You can't look away from them both at the same time, and whenever you close your eyes Dick pries them open again or slaps your buttcheeks until you get the point. He can't stand not getting the full picture, he loves how expressive your eyes are.

When it's over Roy gives you his number. "In case you ever wanna trade Tim in for 'an upgrade'."

Dick smacks him across the back of the head.

[windybluebelles]

The JL has to get involved with DeathStroke for whatever reason, and all the old Titans outright refuse to let any of the kid hero’s work on this case.

The kids are outraged,

“Why can’t we help?”

“We’re trained!”

“Do you not trust us?”

And the Titans just have to be like,

“No, no! We trust you guys! Of course we do, it’s just that that guys a pedophile.”

Dead silence.

Remember, the titans in this are no older than late twenties. Their mentors know for a fact that they went up against Slade when they were teenagers, there’s not many ways that the Titans could know with this much certainty that he is a nonce without the JL also knowing.

The adults just kinda look at their kids in horror, the Titans realise that they never really told anyone but eachother to avoid deathstroke. In an attempt to be reassuring they tell them,

“Don’t worry! He’s only really into kids in capes”

As in, he’s only into kids that are hero’s or villains.

Shockingly not very reassuring when they were child superheros.

In another attempt to reassure them, someone else pipes up-

“It’s only really kids with dark hair and shorts!”

Nightwing and Raven both kick that guy as they realise what they just said.

Another person (God they should really just leave it as it is) decides to tell the heros,

“No! He was also into Terra! She’s blonde”

Batman is just kinda stood in shock cause, oh my god, that man has been near all of his kids.

This is almost definitely really inaccurate but I just wanted my thoughts out here.

Really really really OOC characters, sorry gang

[curleyclown]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYNYAN!!! ❤️

part 6 promotional art redraw!! X3

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Homewrecker!Roy Harper who at first just wants casual sex and likes the thrill the forbidden romance gives him.

Homewrecker!Roy who of course tells all his friends about his adventures with you while being a side-lover.

Homewrecker!Roy who you have to scold all the time because he's not careful in the slightest, leaving all the marks he wants, sending you the most suspicious texts as if you don't have anything to hide, who wants to meet you at places where either your partner or people you know might be.

Homewrecker!Roy whose biggest fantasies include having sex at your place, in the bed you share with your partner, and hiding so your partner doesn't find him.

Homewrecker!Roy who once surprised you by showing up at an event you and your partner where, dragged you to a hidden place, and only let you get out when your legs were shaking and you had to pretend to be sick to go home because of how wrecked you were.

Homewrecker!Roy who when he officially meets your partner, while pretending it's the first time you met, flirts very openly with you, almost moking your partner.

Homewrecker!Roy who quickly catches feelings.

Homewrecker!Roy who gets a tattoo for you.

Homewrecker!Roy who’s really insecure and jealous of your partner, and becomes a nuisance, always trying to make you get caught when you're together.

Homewrecker!Roy who starts giving you the best presents, taking you to the best dates, inviting you to meet his friends, and acting as if you're an actual couple.

Homewrecker!Roy who even wants to meet your parents if you have a good relationship with them, and if your partner is bad to you, he can even make them like him enough so they press you to get a divorce and be with Roy, because he's an asshole like that.

Homewrecker!Roy who gave his broken self entirely to you and whose happy ending depends on you.

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[idontknowwfc]

[ultimate-marysue]

Thinking about writing something about RoyJay. I just love the idea of those two accidentally fumbling their way into having one of the healthiest dynamics in DC.

Like, they're both considered such fuck UPS by the cape community at large post drugs/pit madness. I just think they're both such no-bullshit people they would be actually really effective at cutting each other's self destructive/self isolating behavior. And at first they would fight it because "fuck you and your holier than thou shit", but they would eventually realize neither of them is judging the other. That they both come from a place of caring and empathy even if they can't always express it.

Like Roy has a lot of background on the Batfam dynamics from being friends with both Dick and Jason. He understands how it feels to not meet your mentors expectations and to be let down by them in your time of need. He's also a father that has lost his daughter and I think that he can both validate Jason's need for vengeance while also offering some perspective on Batman's self destructive behavior after Jason's death. I think that whole angle is so interesting to explore (even in a Bad Batdad or trying his best but it's not enough Batdad situation). Roy also would let Jason vent about his siblings sure, but once he calms down he'd force Jason to reckon with the fact that these are kids. Dick, Cass and Tim aren't at fault for other people comparing them to Jason, and unfair comparisons go both ways.

On the other hand I think that Jason is probably one of the better equipped people to help Roy through his addiction. Jason has never blamed Catherine for her struggles and understands that if she never managed to get clean it wasn't for a lack of love for him. He would be the most empathetic in that situation, understanding how fucking hard it is to stay clean, but at the same time he would never go easy on Roy because he knows that sometimes you need someone to hold you accountable until you can do it yourself again. Roy would really appreciate having someone that has his daughter's best interest at heart but doesn't judge him as a horrible father for struggling. It can be so hard when everyone else just assumes that you should be able to magically cure something that's affecting your brain chemistry because it's what "good parents should do". I also think Jason would point out the hypocrisy of Roy calling Dick a Martyr while pulling the same shit. Maybe Roy doesn't do it out of guilt and a savior complex but the end results are the same.

Like, I don't ship them just because they're two men standing next to each other being friends. I think that even from a completely platonic standpoint their dynamic must be so interesting because of all of the above. Canon doesn't do enough with all of those tasty parallels because they're cowards. They're in the perfect place to help each other and they have the no-nonsense attitude to keep each other in check. They wouldn't judge each other but neither would they try to fix each other. They'd help each other fix themselves. I'm chewing my arm off.

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 41! Guys please don't go out kidnapping baby raccoons, be smarter than Roy lmao (Art by me btw!)

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[incorrectbatfam]

Jason has the vibes of the older brother who will do everything for his brother "but only for a price"

I mean: Jason will help Tim and Steph in their homework because they give him $10 or Jason once saw Dami and Jon breaking into a lab that was illegally using animals as guinea pigs, the two boys bought Jason's silence with half a KitKat and Jason even helped them because the candy is edible

Jason likes to help his siblings, he just does that to mess with them

Even better: it's casino-style. If they want something from him, they gotta place their bets and hope they win.

Jason: Since you're filing taxes, can you do mine?

Bruce: Sure.

Bruce: *squints*

Bruce: Why do you have a casino under your name in Atlantic City?

[earlier]

Jason: Hey, Roy, just stopping by to check in on everyone. How's the new Poker table coming?

Roy: See for yourself.

Barbara: *deals the cards*

Steph: I'll raise you two. I need that midterm project done more than you need that stupid mission report.

Tim: You're forgetting who has more disposable income.

Tim: *slaps a stack of bills on the table*

Tim: I can do this all night. I even brought leftovers from the buffet.

Jason: *goes to the Roulette wheel*

Damian, explaining to Jon: If we place our bets on black, we can maximize our chances of borrowing the laser lockpick to free the crocodiles.

Jason: *goes to the machines*

Cass: Third time's the charm. Give me his case file.

Cass: *pulls the lever*

Duke: I'll take a stab at the Wheel of Fortune. It'd be nice to have Jason clean my room. Or buy me snacks. Or whatever it lands on.

Jason: Well, everything's looking good around here.

Dick, walking in: Hey, I heard about this place. What's this about placing bets to get favors?

Jason: What are you, a cop?

Dick: Actually, I was wondering if I could try. My bike's in the shop and I really need to borrow yours.

Jason: My bike? Alright. Follow me.

Jason: *takes him out back*

Jason: *pulls out his gun*

Jason: Get on the ground and give me all your money.

Dick: Jason, what the hell?!?

Jason: The house always wins.

[sourtomatola]

Have some dark fae Eclipse from my spin off "A midsummer nightmare" cause I wanted to draw a comics again

[gilverrwrites]

Two Wrongs

Roy Harper/Reader, 1.1K words Kinktober entry 14: Voyeurism Warnings: (Accidental) Non-con voyeurism | Tight spaces Requested by: Authors choice

Watching your roommate getting off through a crack in his wardrobe door certainly wasn't how you’d planned to spend your evening, but it was just one of those situations, you know, like quicksand, once you're in, it becomes increasingly difficult to get back out.

It had all started months ago when he had eaten the last of your leftover pizza. You'd gotten him back by putting glitter in one of his caps. He'd retaliated by stealing ALL of your socks, so you'd tied all of his shoes together by their laces with the most complex knots you could find tutorials for online. The war had been raging ever since. Most recently, Roy had ‘you-proofed’ every drawer, cabinet, and door in the apartment with a bunch of contraptions of his own design. Many of which now lay broken in his scrap bin, destroyed by your impatience.

You'd been in the process of hiding a series of miniature Green Arrow figures around his bedroom when he’d unexpectedly arrived home early. With zero forethought, you'd simply thrown yourself into his closet and hoped he'd either leave or fall asleep soon. Neither were the case.

You watched through a seam in the hatch as Roy entered his room, your jaw falling slack when he'd immediately unzipped his cargo trousers and started palming his dick through his boxers upon closing the door.

He doesn't bother surveying his surroundings, why would he? This should be his safe space. As he approaches the bed, he kicks off his shoes and socks. You're treated to the sight of his captivatingly firm and freckled ass when he removed his bottoms before finally, he falls unceremoniously upon the bed, still donning his cap and tank top.

You shouldn’t look, you tell yourself. You absolutely should not look. This is a huge breach of trust, and you'd never intended to see Roy naked, at least not like this. Yet, a depraved curiosity possesses you.

It's big. Bigger than you’d imagined, but not intimidatingly so. More, mouth-wateringly so. Thick, cut, straight, and surrounded by a thicket of fiery red hair to match that on his head.

The whole scene is strangely hypnotic; his even, rhythmic strokes, the sordid slap of his spit-slicked hand meeting the base of his cock while he so casually scrolls through his phone. You could watch him all day, but you can't. This goes far beyond a prank, and it certainly isn't fair to him.

You're not brave enough to come clean, you've seen too much. So you gently lean away from the door, closing your eyes and trying to block out the raunchy sound of Roy's heavy breathing until it’s over. Hopefully, he’ll shower or fall asleep after and you can sneak out then.

You're not expecting to hear a voice, so your heart almost stops when you hear someone squeal his name. Shit. Had he called someone? Was he seeing someone? You're struck with a pang of jealousy until you realise the voice in question is your own.

“Ahh, Roy! Are you filming me?” It’s quiet, and tinny but there’s no doubt in your mind. You can even recall when he’d recorded it; Back in the early days of your prank battle, on a hot summer day. You'd been strewn out on the couch, half-asleep in a moderately skimpy outfit that you certainly hadn’t hoped would grab Roy’s attention when you'd noticed him hovering over you with his camera. At the time you’d just assumed it was ammo for some harmless joke. Evidently not.

Peeking through the door again, you watch once more as he continues to stroke his dick, freckled cheeks growing ruddy, jaw tight as he loses himself more and more, eyes fixate on his phone screen as he uses his thumb to repeatedly rewinds back to the first few seconds of the clip. “Ahh, Roy! Ar- Ahh, Roy! Are y- Ahh, Roy!”

The debauched symphony of Roy getting off to the sound of your voice has your body feeling feverish, and you have to fight the urge to grind your nails into the wooden panel that separates you from your housemate. You’re not sure which you want more, to stuff your hand between your legs and knead you’re aching sex in time with Roy’s thrusts, or to exit your hiding spot, climb his husky, tattooed body, and ride him until you’re both completely and utterly fucked. Paralyzed by indecision, you instead watch him, restlessly motionless as he starts to lose control.

The phone falls from Roy’s hand as he bucks his way to the finish line, your name becoming a quiet, breathless prayer on his lips whilest he fucks into his hand from beneath. His eyes close, and he chews on his bottom lip, muscles growing tight until he finds his climax. You watch spellbound as an obscene amount of thick, white cum leaks from his cock, dripping down onto his hand. Wilder, stray droplets launch high, landing on his shirt but Roy neither cares nor notices as he writhes deeper into the mattress, riding out a full body high until he has nothing left to give.

You’re just as fascinated, watching him lay near motionless, enjoying the aftershock, as you had been observing the climax. There had always been tension between the two of you, but you’re starting to realise that you might be down worse than you’d thought.

Eventually, Roy returns to the land of the living, slowly shifting back up. With his clean hand, he removes his cap and pulls his soiled shirt over his head, using it to mop up the mess he’d made of himself and throwing it out of your limited line of sight. Whatever he was aiming for, you don’t doubt he made the shot.

Though you’re disappointed that the show is over, you’re growing angsty at being confined to the four walls of his closet, so when he kicks his legs over the side of the bed you get excited. The prospect of escape is so close you can taste it, until he grabs his phone once more. If he goes down a rabbit hole, you could be stuck here for hours you think, as he taps away at the touchscreen. You’re about to slink back against the wall and try to get comfortable when you’re heart drops. You feel it first, the buzz in your back pocket followed by the custom ringtone Roy had picked out for himself. Instinctively, your arms fumble to grab your phone and turn it off but Roy’s head has already snapped in your direction, his face looking as pale and as panicked as you feel on the inside.  

If you're reading this, you have impeccable taste.

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[missingnightwingsmullet]

he’s got his buddy 🥹😩

[pixelateddork]

The HELL he looking crazy for