#ty red!!

[catboydogma]

12, 17, & 26 for the fic writer asks?

heya red!! tysm ❣️

fic ask game!

12 - are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm historical aus ... but specifically ONLY bc of the genres of cowboy commander cody and cowboy mandalorian aus. especially urs and hexe's ... they get me so good every time

17 - what highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

i want a proper olympian figure skater obi-wan / jedi au SO BAD i want it SO BAD (but unfortunately bc i learned too late i have no chance of competing and thus have v little practical knowledge of how professional competitive figure skating actually goes eksdkeksdk). i have a pair skater blyla au in drafts but oooobhghbhgh. smth abt them ... other v high contenders are jedi maul (tho dr deni has already filled this w you're gonna need two bullets) and WITCHER JEDI ... i DESPERATELY want to write obi-wan as a witcher but between the state of my drafts (many) and free time (nonexistent) it's ... gonna be a while. not show witcher, mind (tho idm the first two seasons), but proper games / book fusion

26 - would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

only dialogue! i've done a few of these (albeit v short ones) but i'd be willing to try either, i always love doing weird stuff w form and function

[its-your-mind]

[hinamie]

corvidae

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason (maybe on a dare, maybe because he’s loopy etc.) calls Bruce (or any of the Bats, really) to tell him he loves him.

Bruce is convinced Jason is either dying or about to.

[grimfolks]

top / bottoms / shoes / sunglasses / ring

top / skirt / boots / earrings / ring

jacket / skirt / shoes / earmuffs / gloves (seasons)

dress / shoes / choker / rings

top / pants / shoes

jacket / skirt / boots / earrings / acc shorts / fishnets / rings

[makesomehistory]

I really thought you hated me. I hated how good you looked.

[raynetheinsane]

Tim was Dukes Robin.

Sure Jason would have been Robin when he was a little kid, but if we do our math Duke is about 2 years younger than Tim, placing him at about 11 when Tim became Robin meaning that Duke would have been 9 when Jason died.

At age 9, Duke, being a fully normal civilian for the most part, would never have fully connected with Jason’s Robin, he would have connected with the idea of Robin, but not any specific person behind the mask.

Then comes Robin 3. He’s different, at least thats what everyone is saying. But Duke doesn’t care. There was a new Robin, one who was smart and used his head to fight people *just like Duke*.

A lot of things change in Dukes life but Robin was constant.

He was crushed when a new Robin took over, but he adjusted. (He was a little ashamed to admit he was happy when his Robin came back)

Then Batman “died” and Robin disappeared and Duke lead We Are Robin and then he became signal blah blah blah.

After he joins the batfam, he is more than a little shocked to find out that his Robin is such a wet cat of a man (/aff) and so whenever people ask him who his favorite Robin was, he always says We Are Robin.

The rest of the bats never find out and Duke never tells Tim.

[bepoucorp]

happy late bday to Arkham Origins!

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

The start of something great! The start of Dethklok! Woo! The parents have met!

Autumn collection #1! the title is: 'Runaway' bc glam rock and he's a little runaway~ but it's about some reminiscing in september👀

them bitches are driving, not standing in place 100%

This is the last seasonal collection that I haven't done yet, and it's also the season that I was born in! emotional damn, it's almost been a year now.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Could you write fic based off of this img

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The red hot branding iron was inches away from his other cheek when he woke with a choked gasp. His ragged breath was running away from him while his heart pounded like fists against his ribcage. His wide, pale blue eyes blinked frantically, adjusting to the darkness, trying desperately to latch onto something—anything—that didn’t belong in his dank, dark prison cell. A bed, he told himself. His chest rose and fell as if he was running a marathon. He swallowed hard. I’m in a bed. The only bed he’d known in Arkham was the cold, hard, filthy wood floor of his cage. But he could still feel the intense heat radiating off the cruel metal onto his tender, unbranded cheek; the Clown’s maniacal cackle still echoed in his ear. He clawed at his pillow, pulling it over his head as if he could hide from his master, as if he could drown out the grating laugh that would haunt him even after he was rotting away in his grave.

“He’s dead,” he panted as his body shook like a leaf in a hurricane, “he’s dead, he’s dead, I’m free,” he repeated, but icy terror still clutched at his throat as his mind refused to believe the words. The walls of the dark room seemed to close around him, swallowing him back down into the bowels of Arkham Asylum, where his master was waiting to punish him again. He choked back a scream. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, which he screwed shut. “Not again,” he whimpered helplessly. “Please don’t do it again.”

His muscles were as taut as a grappling cable. Cold sweat drenched his entire body. He pulled shuddering knees to his chest, curling into the fetal position, as if he could protect himself from the crowbar in the Clown's lavender-gloved hands. 

A pair of ungloved hands slid beneath the crooks of his arms, and he squealed in terrifying despair.

“Shh,” a voice whispered, as soft as satin, as gentle as a breeze. Then the warmth of an embrace enveloped him, dragging him out of hell.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stammered, sniffling. Warm tears trickled down his cheeks, which flamed red with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you…”

She squeezed him even tighter, curling herself around him, wrapping him up in a cocoon of protection. Her heart beat steadily against his mutilated back, and he grounded himself with the comforting sensation; the reminder that he was needed, that he was loved. 

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured sleepily. “You’re safe. I’m here…” She placed a tender kiss against his trembling shoulder, and his body relaxed in her arms. “I got you.”

[sen-ya]

What would Shanks think of Law and Luffy’s alliance because Shanks obviously loves and adore and is very protective of Luffy, so to see the boy who he’s known since he was seven and is a ray of sunshine next to a grumpy serious and tall older than him pirate captain 

Would Shanks see the signs of love between the two? Would he see that even though they’re opposites that they work together perfectly.

What would Shanks thoughts be when he sees the look of panic and fear and pain in Luffy’s eyes when he asks Luffy about Dressrosa?

hi hello um I def did not hit the tone you were getting at here but this just spilled outta me

[fcthots]

I have school in less than 2 hours, and I haven't slept in 3 days, but I'd like, nay *need* Jason.

Please write smut about him, any smut make Jason call us 'pretty girl' and let him sat 'You're doing so good, so good'. Make him be a bit feral for his girl, maybe for her saying Jaybear casually or lean into him while sleeping. Just want Jason being an absolute simp, crazy person, just insane for his partner.

Clawing at my walls rn

Like I want him more than I want academic validation, more than I want One Direction back together, more than I want anything.

You're so amazing!

I mean when I say that your posts make my day. You're so talented, and I wanted to thank you for all the work you put in here.

-🪅

you can’t just say these things to me and expect me not to blush

You knew it was a mistake when Jason did a “renovation project” in one of his backup safe houses. You knew he was up to something, but that stupid, but adorable, smile caught you in its trap. He said he “just wanted you to take a look at [his] safe house” and “just make sure you like the renovations!” Liar. Pretty liar though.

His “renovations” consisted of two things: new sheets and a mirrored ceiling. You were doomed the moment you walked in the door. You’re not exactly sure how you ended up this way, but his tongue is making you see stars and your clothes are… somewhere else. You can’t recall.

He isn’t letting you go any time soon. After the fourth time he’s edged you, in fact, he says he’s “just getting started.” Now, your head is a pile of mush. Your face is flushed, your hair is splayed out, and your eyes are fucked out as you watch your reflection in the mirror. When you look down at his face, his eyes are already boring into yours. It sends a shiver down your spine and a spark of pleasure down to where Jason’s mouth connects with you that leaves you oh so close.

But he pulls away again and leaves you whining. He clicks his tongue. “Aw, pretty girl. Look at you. You’re doing so good for me, so good.” You let out another whine, begging for release. “You wanna cum pretty thing? I know you do. One more, ok? One more. I’m sorry, baby. You just look so pretty like this. That’s why we had to get the mirrors, sweetheart. You need to see the way you look when you’re like this, so you know why it drives me insane. But I can’t resist giving you what you want. One more and I’ll let you cum on my tongue.”

He kisses his way back down between your thighs and stays true to his word.

[ophanim-vesper]

new AVM episode was fun

[papiercranes]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dishonourable Demonstration

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[red-room-studi0]

Antagonist Therapy

made based from one of the pages from the Book Of Bill!

HOLY SHIT- I was finally able to get this done! work was always in the way of even getting this thing done! But I did it! I hope u guys like it! ✨ (I worked really hard on this 🥲)