#ty ty for writing it

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[gildui]

inspired by @/cordeliawhohung's amazing mafia au, in limbo, i had to draw chip and simon <3

[zorangezest]

phases through your wall. hey what’s up. so I’ve drawn. a lot of this goofy series and I was curious:

for clarification: this series is not a body swap!! only their personality traits have been switched!! swap soundwave is still soundwave and swap starscream is still starscream!!

[pillowspace]

artist/writer cycle

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[ichiro-artosaki]

shadowzel doodle inspo'd by this post by @ohfinlee

[clockwayswrites]

5 Times the JL Learned Batman was Married and the 1 Time They Met the Spouse.

One. Two.

J’onn floated down the hallway of the Watchtower, keeping pace with Batman. The mission had been without injury or death thanks only to the man that J’onn followed.

“May I ask a question?”

Batman gave a noise of soft agreement as they entered the room where the device would be kept for further study. They would need a way to disable such things if Batman and his skills were not there for future battles.

“The question is likely both cultural and personal,” J’onn clarified.

There was a pause from Batman as he settled the device and then a nod. “Go ahead.”

J’onn dipped his head in appreciation. Batman was often one that J’onn went to when he wished to better understand the humanity he found himself surrounded by. Of all the human members, of which there were not actually many, J’onn trusted Batman the most to give him a clear and honest answer.

“There was something that I noticed when you took off your gauntlet in aim to use the HUD to disable the device. On your forth finger, starting with the thumb, there was a black band embedded into your skin. What is the purpose of this?”

Batman’s lips twitched into what J’onn was coming to understand as Batman’s version of a smile.

“It is a mark made of ink that has been embedded into the skin with a needle. Mine was done with a machine, but the practice is thousands of years old. It is called a tattoo. Black is traditional, though the ink come in many colors. The finger it is on is called the ring finger. Thumb, index or pointer, middle, ring, pinkie,” Batman said, pointing to each finger as he spoke the word.

J’onn tilted his head curiously.

Batman gave him the time to think.

“Does the mark have any association to the rings of marriage that people wear? It is, after all, encircling your ring finger.”

“They’re called wedding rings and it does,” Batman admitted. “A ring would be dangerous for me to wear while acting as Batman. The wrong hit to my finger would risk breaking bone or tearing ligament. The tattoo is a way for me to have that physical reminder of the bond without the risk of an actual ring.”

“I see. Thank you for explaining,” J’onn said. As Batman turned to leave the room, J’onn asked, “Are the others aware of your marriage?”

Batman hesitated uncharacteristically. “Only one other in the League.”

“Then I will keep the matter to myself.”

“Thank you,” Batman said with a little nod before he swept out of the room.

[seelestia]

cw. the aftermath of a physical altercation (implied), hurt with comfort, one mention of his real name utc. you're patching him up! 200+ wc.

“you're the first one, you know.”

the epiphany relayed to you falls softly from aventurine's lips, offering itself up for your listening ears as you dab a cotton over his scarred cheek. whatever residual from the prior scuffle must've stung, but he doesn't flinch one bit. you frown at the thought that he might've been so acquainted with pain that he coats every wound using numbness as a gauze. still, your touch on him remains gentle.

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“the first one to touch me without wanting to hurt me,” he confesses.

you don't make a remark but he doesn't mind at all. he finds that your actions speak louder than your words do; how you don't pull away from him, how you let him. . . to have this, to savor this instead. how strange, really, never in his life has permission ever tasted this sweet before.

(in his mind, he distantly recalls the calloused hands of those who held him before—his family—but it's been so long, too long since he was last held so kindly. you're the first to do so in a long while.)

you feel him lean into your hand. on purpose, perhaps. whether to prove his point, a daring gamble for you could easily strike him at his lowest (you didn't) – or to relish in the taste of comfort you're providing him, something he has been denied of by both destiny and himself (for comfort only tastes acrid when it comes from someone like him).

like a pair of arms open to embrace, like tears ready to be brushed away, like an unspoken invitation of: come rest, i'll be here.

(he sees them in your eyes, feels them in your touch.)

“. . .thank you.”

kakavasha whispers, almost reverent and bursting at the seams with gratitude, against your hand.

[demonic0angel]

Two tropes that I've recently fallen in love with, Babysitter Danny and Danny being Dani's dad.

So let's smoosh then together, shall we?

Make this a Good Parents Jack and Janet Drake, who while still having a whole career built up that means they occasionally have to travel far away, actually love their son. So, when they have to leave but can't take him with them, they hire a babysitter.

They go through a handful of babysitters that are either too distracted, too mean, or straight up trying to steal from them. Until Danny.

18-year-old Danny Nightingale, who shows up at their doorstep with a toddler on his hip, who introduces herself as "Eleanor, and I'm 4!"

Danny is genuinely good with both Tim and his own daughter, and genuinely cares. He's perfect, and they hire him after a successful dinner of the tired teen handling both kids like he was born caring for small children. He falls asleep on the couch with two little ones using his chest as a pillow.

When he mentions an apartment on the edge of the Bowery, they refuse to let him put himself and his little one at risk like that. Danny maybe cries just a little when they tell him his room here is permanent, but Jack was busy putting the kids to bed himself that night, so Danny could relax a little.

Eventually, Tim comes to see Danny as his brother, and Ellie as his niece, and Danny is the first person he goes to about the death of the second Robin. Danny, the former teen vigilante, who fell through dimensions and decided to make a life for himself here instead.

Danny swears he can hear his parents and Jazz laugh themselves stupid. Is this karma for his own vigilantism and how worried sick his parents and sister were?

This reminds me of the fics where Jason becomes Tim’s babysitter XD Poor Danny now has to take on the responsibility of being a big brother to a little stalkerish vigilante.

[sukunasbow]

if you’re still taking requests for arcane, can i request 69 with jinx? <3

69ing with jinx ; mdni

jinx suggested this when you were going down on her the night before. she loved how good you were making her feel, but she wanted to make you feel good too, especially when she noticed the way your hips were bucking forwards to meet some kind of impossible pleasure while you were on your knees.

now, here the two of you are. you’re sitting on her face, your hips grinding on her lips as she digs her tongue inside of your cunt, all while your body is extended over hers and licking at her clit from an upside down angle. you’re slightly struggling to keep flicking your tongue on her sensitive nub, overcome with the pleasure of jinx’s own tongue abusing your wet hole. “mm, jinx, feels too good.” you mumble, your lips slightly grazing over her blue pubes. jinx is unable to respond and instead moans into your cunt when the sound of your voice vibrates on her pussy. using the mix of your saliva and her juices, you roll your tongue along her clit in a figure eight motion.

muffled moans fill up the bedroom as the two of you get each other off. you feel so connected to your girlfriend as you share pleasure, that thought alone being enough to get you hot and bothered. your cunt clenches around her tongue as she increases the pace of the muscle, pushing it in and out of you. “faster, please, please. doing so good!” you pull away from her cunt to praise her, moving your hips back and forth to match her tongue movements. “mm’ gonna cum soon..”

jinx feels her own orgasm washing over her as you bring your hand up to her cunt, continuing to flick your tongue along her clit while pumping two fingers inside of her, eliciting lewd squelching noises. your teeth nip at her puffy clit when you feel her cum gush out of her and onto your fingers, muffled gasps escaping her lips while her tongue continues fucking your needy pussy.

“keep going, almost there!” you breathe out, removing your slick covered fingers from her cunt and inserting them in your mouth, moaning as you lick up all the juices from the two digits. “yes, baby, right there!” normally jinx would say something encouraging to push you over the edge, but she’s practically being suffocated by your pussy as your thighs squeeze together with pleasure. “fuck! yes, yes, yes!” with a few more pushes of her tongue, you’re squirting all over her lips and chin, leaving streaks of your cum to pour down her neck. your legs shake and you carefully climb off of her. “so good..” you manage to whisper in your fucked out state.

“i thought i was going to drown.” jinx jokes and turns to look at you, a cocky smirk on her face.

“oh, please.” you scoff, tugging on one of her blue braids, earning a faint whimper from her that definitely gets noticed by you, leading you to hold back a small giggle at her reaction.

“that’d be a good way to go out though, toots.” she whispers, bringing her hand down and cupping your bare pussy. “i think she wants another round, hm?” her fingers glide along the drenched and sensitive folds of your pussy.

[inkskinned]

did you really let them ruin that for you?

when i was younger i worked on a farm for 3 years. during late july and august we would have unfettered access to the strawberry plots. they were all warm and ripe and fresh. i think i ate a pound of dirt back then. i think i picked enough seeds out of my teeth to build a temple. the summer hours are long; i'd come home with the bruising stain of juice running in a seam along my cheeks and fingers and jaw.

why didn't you protect your precious things from other people? you knew this could happen.

i can't eat strawberries from the store anymore, they don't taste right. something about the florescent lights and the chill of them and the way they are absent from the vine. they feel bleached and bland, a wasted party dress. i watch other people eat strawberries and miss enjoying them. none of the store-bought strawberries will have mold or bugs, okay. they will be big and bright red and perfectly shaped. but they are not the ugly and real strawberries of my summer, awarded by the soil and the hot sun up ahead and hours spent crouched, plucking.

i didn't mean to let it get ruined. i wish it hadn't been. i miss having it. but i came back to it afterward and it just wasn't the same as it had been. i know love is never wasted. but it feels like - love did this. it's not that i never loved it, you know? it's that i did.

[meli-mouse]

fellas is it gay to have sun n moon symbolism w your bestie (yes)

(based off this fic by @luzuramittens)

[robo-writing]

I’m so naughty for this 😻😻 literally nobody can match my freak rn

What if… fluff fanfic of Logan and Reader where he is sleeping at normal times to fall asleep, and he wakes up to cocoa to warm him and Reader up in the cold near winter fall. Huddled up in a blanket together, giggling like teenagers over dumb puns.

literally the freakiest I can be rn 🐺⁉️⁉️

Anon this is OBSCENE, LEWD EVEN…..I like your style 👀

The smell of hot cocoa is what arouses him from his sleep—the familiar smell of chocolate and marshmallows wafting from the kitchen. Warm vanilla and rich cocoa moving through the air.

What makes him get out of bed however, is the distinct lack of you. He knows from the lack of your perfume that you're not at his side, but he still reaches a hand out to feel your empty spot—still warm. It doesn't take long for him to put two and two together, bare feet padding against the floor to find you in the kitchen. Hair messy, clothes tossled with the dredges of sleep still faintly visible in your eyes when you look up at him from the stove. "Mmm, mornin' baby," you whisper, voice deep with sleep. "I didn't wake you, did I?" "You expect me to stay in bed when my girl ain't there with me?" He says, coming behind to rest his face against your neck. A pleased hum escapes you, exposing more of your neck as he inhales your scent, lets his head fall further into you while he embraces you. The scruff of his beard tickles, and you make a mental note to ask him to trim it in the morning, but for now this is good enough. His voice is low when he speaks. "Smells good, what're you makin'?" "Hot chocolate," you answer, eyes darting towards the counter. "Saved you a mug." The bright red cup draws his attention, but not enough to pull him away from you right now. He leaves a small kiss against your exposed skin as gratitude, nuzzling up and down your face like a dog does to it's favorite human. "God, I love you. Have I told you that before?" You love it when he's like this, at peace. Too long he's forced to be someone he's not, and it makes your heart swell to know that you're the only one that can turn this beast of a man into a puppy. "You might have mentioned it once or twice." you laugh. "Would you love me more if I told you there's a blanket in the living room with our names on it?" His groan makes your spine tingle, large palms squeezing at your sides. "Marry me." "We're already married Logan," you smile, only to be interrupted with another groan. "Marry me again honey—I'll buy you two rings this time."

[avocado-writing]

don’t look at me, men deserve to feel pretty. based off this pic. minors dni.

he feels pretty stupid.

if the someone had approached him, say, fifteen years ago with this idea, he’d have absolutely told them to go and fuck themselves. the shield of his masculine bravado would have prevented it - an impassable barrier. cute girls wear stuff like this, after all, not big guys like him.

but…

he’s older now. mellowed. when Wade pitches an idea for something kinky he’ll try and pretend not to be interested, but when you ask him, too? when the pair of you gang up on him, two pairs of pleading eyes and soft, sensual, suggestive hands?

ah, fuck. he’s weak. he finds he’d do just about anything to make you two happy. you both would for him, after all.

at the moment he’s just laying there, wearing nothing but pink lace around his cock. the two of you are staring, and he’s pretty sure Wade is actively salivating. your eyes are just wide and wanton.

he shifts.

“can one of you fuckin’ speak? feel like I’m on display here…”

“that’s kinda the idea, peanut,” breathes Wade, too enraptured at the sight for his usual quips. damn. he must be doing something right, then, Logan guesses, if it shuts the merc up maybe he should do this more.

“they’re comfortable, I wear them all the time,” Wade had said while trying to convince him, and as proof had hooked a thumb under the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal clinging chantilly at his hip. “plus they fit so nice under the suit. can’t imagine ever going back, not when my ass looks so damn good in pink. isn’t that right pookie?”

“that’s right,” you’d hummed, dropping a kiss on Wade’s skin over the lace. Logan remembers the way Wade had let out a juddering sigh at that. you’d left it with a simple, “you don’t have to, Lo. but it’d drive us both kinda crazy.”

you’d been right.

“Logan, you’re so pretty,” you sigh, finally closing the gap, crawling up the bed slow and seductive. he feels the mattress dip as Wade mirrors your movements so that the two of you can hook a thigh over either one of his legs. ‘pretty’. once he’d take that as an insult, a joke… but he knows you mean it as the highest compliment.

maybe he doesn’t mind so much.

“fuckin’ better than anything hanging in any shitty art gallery. and speaking of hung…” Wade presses a kiss to Logan’s cock. his lips over the fabric give just a ghost of warmth, a little tease of what’s to come, and Logan feels himself begin to harden. when you reach down to run your tongue across the elastic and up to that vein which pops out on his abdomen he leaks a little.

you and Wade are delighted.

”you’re gonna ruin these…” you sigh, faux-annoyed, obviously thrilled.

“see? I knew you could be kinky,” Wade claims.

Logan huffs.

“shut up, or I’ll take these off and gag you with ‘em.”

Wade lights up.

“promise?”

you chuckle and go back to kissing him.

“lie back, Lo, we’ve got you.”

he does, and you do.

[omenics]

Calming down Alucard during a breakdown. Having him comfortably snuggled against reader's chest while a warm quilt cover them both, and she just rubs his back and lets him cry on her :(((((

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

› ..a lovers comfort. — I LOVE YOU SM TYSM FOR THIS!! also so sorry its so short anon </3

Perhaps your touch was not enough to calm him, but you held him nonetheless. Your arms cradled his head to your chest, chin upon his head as a heavy quilt lay upon your bodies. He was cold, terribly so, but the heat of your supple flesh gave him comfort.

His tears stained your nightgown, seeping through to your breast. His arms held you tight, wrapped around your waist as his shoulders shook. A hand was entangled in his hair, the back of his head cradled by your palm. Your other hand rest between his scapulas, rubbing a soft, tender touch into his skin.

“Shhh.” You murmured, pressing a long kiss to his crown.

The weather weeped with him, rain pelting on the windows of the castle, thunder booming to echo his soft gasps. The sky lit a few times, illuminating a stormy blue sky. You knew he would apologize a thousand times the next morrow, asking for forgiveness that he did not need. He was a silly, silly man sometimes. He asked for your pardons of silly things, apologizing for ruining your nightdress with his tears, apologizing for his vulnerabilities.

But none of that made you hate him. None of that made you love him any less.

When he craved your comfort, you gave it to him. When he needed your touch, you gave it to him. When he wanted anything, you were there to offer it to him. For a thousand years he could be selfish, asking for your undivided attention, for your constant comfort, for your tender touches; and you would deliver. No words were needed to comfort his tears, only your warm, soft touches. Through his cooler temperature, your fingers sent heaps of warmth through his body, full of a lovers comfort.

[spookyratking]

This is only if you could use ideas rn but you know how Gigi from Dandy's World is based on those gacha capsules? I think she probably tries to add chance to random stuff for fun like baking. So I thought it’d be cool if Gigi baked like a cake or pie with an enigma candy and excitedly watches it bake while cosmo and/or sprout watches concerningly

I was about to draw sprout and cosmos reaction to actually eating the cake but I remembered Im lazy so take this