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Este es el diario pa’ cuando sea viejo y no tenga nada, recordar buenos amigos, mujeres y cosas malas

[earlgreylatte]

Nicknames and Pet Names

Hal Jordan: Listen, we all know he’s a ‘babe’ kind of guy, it’s an inherent part of his vocabulary. Will literally loudly call out ‘babe’ across the grocery store, he’s so annoying. And of course, he’ll make up a nickname uniquely for you, based on something like one of your hobbies or habits. If you’re a Blue Lantern, you’re ’blueberry’. Probably has called you ‘nightlight’ or ‘glowstick’ before. (Internalized Lantern hate…)

Barry Allen: ‘Honey’. When you wake up, when he’s leaving home or coming back, during sex, he will be calling you ‘honey’ in that affectionate tone, blue eyes soft and fond. So clear to literally everyone that he’s wrapped around your finger. The first thing you see in the morning is him bathed in sunlight while whispering ‘honey’ as he gently rouses you from your sleep. ‘Darling’ or ‘love’ are also likely to leave his lips around you.

Booster Gold: Definitely comes up with something based on your name, shortening it or making it cutesy, like adding ‘bear’ or ‘poo’ to end of your name. Definitely does it to irritate or embarrass you. His usual nickname for you will probably be the first letter or syllable of your name. He also likes your name just fine, the type to say it over and over to get your attention. You two probably call each other ‘babygirl’.

Ted Kord: To match the whole insect theme, I can definitely see him calling you ‘ladybug’ or ‘mayfly’. Also shortens your name to the first letter or syllable. To others, I can see him referring to you as something mushy like ‘light of his life’ just to make others cringe. If you have a hero history too, then he’ll definitely have a nickname based on that. You call him ‘Teddy’, of course.

Bruce Wayne: Mostly sticks to your name, but definitely a ‘darling’ guy, especially when he’s trying to calm you down or if he knows he did something to wrong you. As Brucie Wayne, definitely refers to you as ‘his better half’. Known as a ‘wife guy’ on social media.

Dick Grayson: His favourite thing to call you is your name, it’s one of his favourite words, really. Definitely refers to you as ‘beautiful’ and ‘prettygirl/prettyboy’. Definitely refers to you as his (‘my (name)’) and himself as yours.

Jason Todd: I can definitely see him occasionally calling you ‘my dear’ or ‘madam’ in a British accent in lighthearted moments, breaking into laughter when you do. ‘Babe’ in the streets, ‘love’ in the sheets kinda guy. If you’re even a centimetre shorter than him, he will call you ‘munchkin’.

Roy Harper: ‘Sweetheart’ is definitely his go to, but I can also see creating nicknames, such as ‘doe eyes’ or ‘birdie’ based on your traits or behaviour. Depending on your relationship, probably refers to you as ‘momma’ when talking about his household with other people (moms at the school pickup) (‘Lian’s mom actually said—‘)

Wally West: You wonder if he even knows your name sometimes with how many petnames he goes through. ‘Babe’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘sweetie’, ‘love’, ‘his lightning rod’, and he could go on! Makes the times when he does say your name more intimate

Kyle Rayner: Mostly calls you by your name, but he’s also the least likely to date a civilian, having periods where he doesn’t even want to be on Earth, so dating a fellow ring wielder, space traveller, or hero is more likely and will cause him to nickname you based on that (Lantern colour, alias, etc). The type to describe you in an artsy, romantic way to others, comparing you to an azure sky or to stars.

Masterlist

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World's Bestest.

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Ancestry Mood Board

[blighted-elf]

The Elder Scrolls Online - West Weald 2/?

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

I have this hc that Bruce, although the genius and all, is not very good with names. He knows too many people and doesn't care that much. And when he starts giving the wrong name to someone ; either it's a temporary glitch in his brain, or that's their officially new one in his compartmentalized mind.

Bruce : I can't get a hold of Flash. I need him urgently. Have you seen Marty recently ?

Dick : Wally. And no, I haven't.

--

Bruce, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder : I promise you, everything's going to be fine, Sylvia. You just need to follow the plan.

Stephanie : I know, I'm ready to-- Wait, who ?

--

Bruce : That's enough, Bill ! The threat is on us right now and if you don't get this done--

Oliver : Oliver, Bruce. O-LI-VER. We've literally known each other for decades, you little shit !

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Batman : This isn't funny, Amir. In the League, we won't tolerate this kind of--

Booster : Oh... Uhm, actually it's Michael.

Batman : I wasn't finished. So, now, you go ahead and reflect. I don't want you around here for today. We need the team sharp and focused. Lives are at stake. Can you understand that, Amir ?

Booster : I--

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Bruce, getting back in the cave, taking his cowl off : I saw Ronny out there. He asked why you weren't answering his texts.

Jason: Ronny... Who the fuck's Ronny ?

Dick, who knows who Ronny is because Bruce has been calling him that since their Teen Titans days : Roy. He means Roy.

[apricity-writes]

I had fun with that last style study I did, so here's Kotallo in the continuation of this post!

[steamedlotusroot]

remember when swk tried to take li jing and nezha to court for gross negligence in jttw? good times

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 14)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev) (Next)

            Gathering what fruit you could was a frantic scramble between three sets of hands. You led the way back down the mountain, following Shihou’s preferred path. The walk was stumbled and slow, delayed by heavy packs and the farmers’ unfamiliar steps, until you finally made it to the edge of the forest. Crossing over the barrier, you immediately regretted leaving your cloak back at the palace.

            It was a bitter cold, the kind that seeped into your bones and stole the breath from your lungs in frozen puffs. Your elegant, silk robes did little to block out the icy chill as you began the long walk towards the village. Everything was covered in a thick layer of frost that sparkled and crunched underfoot. The sun shined from a crystal blue sky but its bright light offered no warmth to the wintery land.

            Once you were close enough to town, one of the men raced ahead, carrying the packs of precious fruit to those sheltering from the cold. With one crisis dealt with, the other farmer walked with you to assess the other.

            In the summer, the lake was always refreshing and perfect for swimming. Fish and fowl would tread its waters while cattails and lillipads grew along the shallow banks. Now, it was a polished sheet of ice, solid and uncracked by the deep freeze of winter. Dozens of villagers were chipping away at it with tools, farming equipment, and even kitchen utensils. So far, it seemed few dents and even fewer fish were being won by their efforts.

            “Is everyone here?” you asked, scanning the groups gathered around campfires, thawing themselves between desperate digs at the frozen lake. Between the biting wind and the numbing cold, you were already shivering and tempted to join them.

            “The elders and children stayed behind to keep warm. Everyone else has been out since dawn. Even your sister was here earlier to complain about the slow progress.”

            You grimaced. “That’s what I was worried about. If she shows up again, please warn me. I’m sure she won’t be very happy to see me in the midst of another crisis.”

            “Perhaps, but you’ve done more for us than she has even in exile,” the farmer said. A moment of silence passed as he hesitated his next words. “Do you really think…the Monkey King will actually help us?”

            “He’s already saved the village once and swore it under his protection,” you reminded him sharply. “Sun Wukong is not so cruel to break his oath in our time of need.”

            The farmer seemed surprised by your defensive tone. “If you say so. But what do you think he can do about…this?” he asked, gesturing to the frozen lake.

            That was the question you had been asking yourself since first begging Shihou for help. “I’m not sure but if anyone can find a solution, it’s Sun Wukong.”

            Shouts of surprise and fear reached your ears from further down the lake. A small crowd had formed and was shrinking away from whatever had gathered them. You hurried towards the commotion, gently weaving and nudging your way to the front of the group and seeing the source of their distress.

            Figures had emerged from the forest of Fruit and Flower Mountain; Sun Wukong, his armored silhouette easily recognizable, with a half dozen monkey guards. They approached the lake, slow and easy, appearing as nonthreatening as possible. But the villagers were still wary, whispering and backing away from the assumed danger.

            “It’s okay!” you shouted over the panicking voices. When you stepped out between the villagers and the demons, all eyes turned to you expectantly. “Don’t be frightened, they mean you no harm! They’re here to help!”

            “Why?”

            “What can they do?”

            “They might be the ones responsible!”

            “What if they attack like the last demons did?”

            “Sun Wukong saved the village before!” you called back desperately. “And he’s here to do it again. Please, let him help. He might be the only one who can.”

            Disgruntled and doubtful murmurs rippled amongst the humans but no one spoke up in protest. With a relieved sigh, you turned back to the monkeys still keeping a respectable distance on the far side of the lake. You saw the distant figure of Sun Wukong tilt his head in question and you nodded back in approval.

            “How dare you!” a shrill voice cried out. You turned in time to see your sister shoving her way through the crowd, looking outraged and flustered. “First you defy your banishment and trespass in the village. And now you bring the Monkey King and his demons down from the mountain with empty promises? Send them away before I have you arrested!”

            You huffed and rolled your eyes, pointing out over the ice. “Don’t you want to see what he plans to do first?”

            Sun Wukong had stepped onto the frozen lake, eyes scanning and staff tapping curiously as he went. Once he reached the very center, he stopped, nodded, and leapt into the sky. He was a shining blur of red and gold, flying up to touch the clouds before letting gravity pull him back towards the ground like a gilded comet. You watched as he aimed and spun his weapon, bringing it down onto the icy surface with a mighty shout.

            The piercing ring of striking metal echoed through the air. It was immediately followed by the deafening crack of ice shattering, breaking apart from the shoreline all the way down to the bottom of the lake.

            Hovering on his cloud, the Monkey King flew back to his guards and landed with a swish of his crimson cape. He looked truly heroic; armor shining, feathered crown arching high, staff spinning triumphantly in his hands. It sent a surprised flutter through your heart and a slight blush on your cheeks that burned against the cold.

            After a shocked silence, the villagers suddenly raised their voices in his honor; some cheered, some shouted their thanks, some cried with overwhelming relief. But all rushed to the lake, picking their way through chunks of broken ice and frozen fish. Soon, piles of carp, salmon, and trout were being sorted into baskets to be brought back to the village.

            “Don’t think this changes anything!” your sister’s voice hissed like an angry cat. She stomped in front of you, keeping her rage veiled behind paper thin composure. “You’re still banished for that curse you brought upon our house.”

            “You mean the rash that was your doing in the first place?” you snapped back. “Clever trick with the poison ivy, by the way. But as you can see…” Rolling up the sleeve of your robe, you showed off your healed skin. “I’ve been cured.”

            She sniffed at the accusation but didn’t deny it. “And what about our father’s crime? You were sent to the mountain to appease the Monkey King’s grudge. What, did he not find you a worthy enough sacrifice?”

            “Actually,” you answered, a smidge of pride in your words. “I’ve been staying as a royal guest of Sun Wukong himself. If it weren’t for me, his protection would have never been offered and the village would be doomed twice over, now.”

            “You’re a liar. Why would the Monkey King ever find any favor with you?”

            “Excuse me.”

            You both jumped, noticing a third-party privy to your bitter spat. A brief glimmer of golden armor and a red cape caught your eye before your view was blocked by something hovering in front of your face. A basket of fish, respectfully offered by the Monkey King himself.

            “For you,” Sun Wukong said, his voice strong and bold but also softened by a gentle familiarity. At your side, you caught your sister’s terrified glances but her gaze never lifted towards the demon king.

            “Thank you,” you bowed, taking the gift with a grateful smile. Steeling your nerves, you dared to look up and finally meet his eye. “You’ve saved us again, Sun Wu–”

            It was the first time you had ever seen him up close. He wore his kingly aura like a second cloak, radiant and powerful. The long feathers of his phoenix crown made him seem taller than his already impressive height. His armor was a piece of art; precious metals crafted in masterful detail and tied together with vivid red threads. His fur looked soft and golden in the sunlight, fluffing up around his simian features. A bashful blush framed his eyes, accenting their bright red-gold glow. His gaze was kind and fond in a surprisingly handsome face but only one thought raced through your mind as you stared in complete shock.

            Why was Shihou wearing the King’s armor?

            As the silence stretched on, the Monkey King’s expression grew hesitant and apologetic. With a parting nod, he turned away to rejoin his guards, his steps swift and his tail twitching nervously behind him. Only when your sister felt at ease enough to snatch the basket from your hands did your thoughts return.

            “Did you see his face?” you choked out, still staring after him in bewilderment.

            “What? Of course not!” your sister scoffed, refusing to even glance in the demon’s direction. “Do you think I want to be turned to stone or something?”

            “He looked just like…” you couldn’t even form the words, the very idea stuttering like a hiccup in your mind.

            Your sister raised her brow and sneered. “Have you never seen his face before? Perhaps you’re not as close to the Monkey King as you bragged” she laughed, cold and sharp.

            “There you are, peach friend!” You were suddenly swept up in a hug, the familiar warmth and scent only adding to your internal crisis. “You left without your cloak! Here, put this on before you catch your death!” Shihou’s voice chittered and chided as you were wrapped up in your forgotten mantle.

            It took a few stunned moments for you to finally focus on his face; nearly a perfect match to the one you saw only moments before. Same gilt touched fur, same handsome features, same golden eyes that glowed with affection. But while Shihou was all but latched to your side, you could still see the Monkey King with his royal entourage down the shoreline.

            “Shihou…” He paused, frowning as your suspicious stare turned back to him. “Has anyone ever told you…you look exactly like the King?”

            He startled, fur puffing and tail lashing in surprise. He blinked once, twice, before relaxing with a chuckle. “Aww, Peaches, are you saying I’m as handsome as Sun Wukong?” he teased, smoothing his fur with a flirty grin. You instantly wanted to take your words back before his ego grew bigger than the mountain itself.

            “Never mind, forget I said anything,” you muttered, feeling silly and perplexed.

            “Don’t be embarrassed, Peaches,” he cooed, poking at your pouting cheeks. “It’s a compliment!”

            “Peaches?” Your sister looked between you and Shihou with nothing but shock and disgust. “Is this how you’ve been spending your time on the mountain? Befriending demon monkeys?”

            Shihou’s cheerful demeanor suddenly vanished, turning as icy as the winter chill. “Your sister, I suppose?” He spoke eerily calm, eyes glaring with just the slightest hint of bared teeth.

            “Yes, charming as ever. Just ignore her.” You grabbed his arm and tried to tug him away, your full strength not even budging him an inch. “Come on, Shihou, let’s go.”

            Your sister looked nervous at the monkey’s sharp expression but continued to mock regardless. “Yes, by all means, Peaches! Go! Enjoy your banishment on the mountain! Play with your demon friends until one of them finally grows bored and puts you out of your misery.”

            Her haughty chuckles were cut off by a growl rumbling from deep in Shihou’s chest. “I would never let that happen!” he snarled, startling you and terrifying your sister. She squeaked and stumbled back, eyes wide and face drained of color. When Shihou took a single step forward, she turned tail and ran, your fish gift still tucked under one of her greedy arms.

             Shihou was still seething when you coaxed his attention back to you. “Hey,” you said softly, soothing a hand over his furry cheek. “Are you okay?”

            He instantly relaxed, leaning into your touch with a nod. “I’m fine,” he muttered, shooting irritated glances after your retreating kin. “But someone should teach her some respect.”

            “She’s always been like that,” you said with a shrug. “Now you know why living on the mountain isn’t so bad.”

            “I’m sorry.” Shihou’s apology and sorrowful gaze caught you off guard. “You don’t deserve to be banished after all the efforts you’ve made for your village.”

            You shook your head. “It’s fine. I’ve come to see it as a blessing in disguise.”

            Shihou still looked doubtful but you cut off any argument he was thinking up. “No more pity and no more frowns. We should be celebrating! The villagers have their fish and no one’s going to go hungry any time soon! Besides,” His eyes widened at your playful glance. “I thought you wanted to show me the waterfall?”

            His surprise quickly shifted to flirty and amused. “Alright, Peaches,” he relented fondly. Before you could blink, you were swept off the ground and into his arms. Your face flushed red from his warm embrace and the cheeky smirk aimed right at you. “Let’s head back. I can’t wait to show you everything.”

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Finally got to see Wukong up close and personal!

I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, Peach Friends! My schedule has been super busy the past few weeks and may not slow down for a bit. I'll do my best to update as regularly as possible, thank you to all my wonderful readers for your patience and support!

You can also find this story on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60643669

[thines85]

west virginia wrestling

[dailydccomics]

buds! ♡ Justice League International vol 2 #66

[habunshu]

pov: u are bajie biting into a peach that you got that you didn’t tell the pilgrim party about

[lizaaardstuff]

I am so excited for @the-lavender-clown ‘s Fool’s Gold au, I just HAD to draw her Donnie. Shelldon will be next, you can’t stop me.

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[valzda]

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