#what the fuck are you even ; freaking kryptonite

[momocicerone]

not happy with haunting my daily thoughts, you also have to haunt my dreams

[grimdarling69]

Another deaged Dan and ellie or otherwise known as Crack.

Pt1 pt2 pt3. pt4

Jason was out patrolling Crime Alley when Clark called him freaking out.

Clark was currently in the doghouse with most of the bats and his sons. While most of it wasn't really his fault his family wasn't really the letting go type. He would know.

"What the hell do you want." He grimaced, that came out a lot rougher than he intended but sue him his brother had been missing for a week and they still were no were closer to finding him.

"Jason! How can you tell which rich men are predators?" What the hell.

"Get here now."

Which is how he came to be sitting across from a crisscross apple sauced Superman in his nearest safe house nursing a beer.

"I overheard something today at work." Kill him now. He was about to pull out a cyanide pill if this fucker didn't stop beating around the goddamn bush.

"What don't you overhear." He took another swing of his beer. He'd need plenty of it if Clark was gong to pester him for some fucking story while his brother was out there who knows where with God knows who, doing fucking anything. He could feel the green starting to rise and he did his best to push it back down but his vision was still tinged. It was happening a lot more often lately.

"Lex Luthor is apparently a sex trafficker." Atleast he was no longer beating around the bush but what the fuck? He knows the top suspect is Luthor and he's going to make a fucking joke about that. This was so not funny.

" I don't know what your playing at but you better explain yourself before I put a kryptonite bullet in your head." This fucker was going to singlehandedly destroy all his hardwork in therapy.

" One of my coworker's moms works at lexcorp, she called him today talking about the fact lex had two sick kids hanging around but disappeared and that a new one apparently showed up sick as well, last week." That got his attention.

"I also overheard her say he was experimenting on all of them and that the newest one spent time in Luthors own bedroom." He was going to cut Lexs dick off and shove it so far down his throat it was going to come out the other end. The green was suffocating.

"You think it's Damian."

"Who else? But the other kids I'm not sure." The other kids could have been surrogates for Damian but he was missing something. Kids because Lex has now kidnapped two other kids and experimented on them. And was probably hurting or experimenting on Damian in all kinds of ways he didn't even want to think about. The green spiking and flooding his senses, urging him to put down down anything that hurt his baby brother his...fraid? What the hell? He shook that thought off, that's never happened before. The green never allowed him to have such clear and borderline strange thoughts before.

"We need to go to the batcave." Shoving his helmet on, not even waiting for Clark's response, he'd beat him their anyway.

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Jon was sat perched on the rocks high in the cave, listening for even a hint of wherever Damian had gone. His dad who he was absolutely pissed at bad arrived and asked everyone to to 'please listen to whatever he and Jason have to say before you interupt'. Which led to a lot of shouting and arguing he was ignoring. He already knew what it was about he had been straining listening to every single person mentioning lex luthor.

He couldn't imagine Damian in that position. It wasn't that he didn't understand it could happen to anyone it was just disbelief that it could happen to... his best friend, who he's had a crush on for years. He obviously knew that no one was infallible, much less Damian, but he couldn't help think it. Damian always seemed untouchable.

Eventually, everybody quieted down again and went back to their own things. The quiet was unwelcome. He'd been having strange dreams since before he heard of Damian's disappearance.

They always started out normal enough. He was walking in a park that seemed familiar, but he knows for a fact he's never been to. After a while, he comes to a picnic table with various snacks and drinks thrown around in smaller piles like they were transfered from someone's arms to quickly care.

A boy with bright orange hair, covered in freckles everywhere, he can see wearing a basketball jersey attempting to twirl a ball on one finger, his hands are covered in colorful markers, both drawing snd wikd splotches. He instinctively recognizes him as 'Wes' even though he has no clue who he is. 'Wes' briefly tries to wave at him but loses his grip on his ball and has to chase it down the hill, cursing all the way. When he turned the back of his legs, have punctured, looking scars on them like something grabbed him and dragged him around, seering fangs into his flesh.

Another boy 'Tuck' is typing madly at what he can recognize as a PDA even though he's only seen them on old TV. He's placed in the center surrounded by tools most on his left and right side like he picked them up and threw them back down too quickly to care. His hands have several scars, but his left arm is the worst, 3rd degree burns healed, but still looked painful. His tongue is sticking out the side of his mouth, and he keeps pushing his dreads underneath a red beanie, but before his hands even touches his device, they've already slid back out.

There's two other girls side by side, one shooting airplanes and attempting to get the other to 'play with her'. One 'Val' his mind supplies somehow, has darker skin, and wears a typical y2k outfit complete with a flip-phone she secured on her body with a yellow ribbon. Her face has a huge jagged scar running from the side, almost touching her mouth as if her head slammed on something sharp, then dragged downward purposefully and other smaller scars on everywhere else. She looks straight out of one of his mom's old photo books rather than a 2000s fashion enthusiast. She smirks at him and waves her finger at him in a 'come hither' kinda way.

The other girl 'ellie', wear more baggy clothes, the knees are torn and darker from wear and tear rather than on purpose like what he himself has worn. From the little skin she shows he can see both bruising new and old with quite a few 'narley' looking scars. She sees him and waves, smiling brightly, she grabs one of the paper airplane and throws it into the sky. 'Ellie' then waves her hands around in a motion that looks like it was practiced for more effects than practical. Wind billows past her making the paper go soaring for a brief minute before it self-destructive under the stress of the wind. She pouts and stomps her foot before grabbing another one and trying again.

He continues past her and sits near 'val'. Val grabs his shoulders and snaps a phota on her phone. "Say cheese," she says through her teeth, smiling joyfully. For some reason, he obeys her command and smiles softly at the camera. He feels happy and peaceful. Val shoves the phone in his hand for him to inspect, but something is wrong.

He-she has dark black hair that seems to have a purple hue to it. Her makeup is dark and shadowed, and her clothes are shorter than he's ever worn before. They look sewn together cruedly but with an attention to detail he often lacks. She has quite a few scars ranging from scrapes to jagged cuts. Somehow, the girl holds a peace sign up, and he can see her claw like nails. The black paint was patchy in places, making him able to tell those were real nails, not just fake acrylics.

He looks down, and he sees her. Before he starts to spiral,'Danny' calls out. "Sam! There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you!" 'Danny' has even worse scarring than anyone else the way he leans over him he can see inside his shirt, a large autopsy scar is healed rough and jagged edges make it known he fought the whole time. He has litchenberg type figures from his right hands palm all the way up to his throat. Weren't they supposed to fade? He knows logically that he can't be Damian, but he also just feels like he is, like he's just like Jon's best friend, like he's known him forever and loves him. 'Danny' appearance then starts to shift from looking even more like Damian his eyes and face stay carefree, but his harsh scarring looks even more profound against his darker skin. 'Damian's' head comes to rest on his shoulder and he feels 'Sam' start to lean down and kiss him, but as soon as they lock eyes the dream is over leaving him in a panting mess, trying to catch his breath.

He's had that exact same dream for a week now with no change. All ending in the exact same spot. He wasn't sure who to talk to about it. It felt important, but what if it's just a dream?

"Jon? Hanging in there?" Kon floated up, he staying in the air probably in case he reacted negatively. He hates how they treat him like a ticking time boom, Damian never treats him like that. Come on, just say it. He's your brother.

"I just...miss him." he buried his head in his hands like the coward he was. Kon floated closer until he was landing right next him, bumping his shoulder.

"I know Jon, I get it." No you really don't. Cause i don't let you.

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"So there is a boy you like?" Vlad pestered him rubbing his back.

"I never said it was a boy." He snarked before throwing up his entire stomach up in the toilet.

"Please Damian, I went to school with your father. Both of them now actually." He said matter a factually.

"Gay." He said in between hurling. Finally after not immediately throwing up as soon as he even moves slightly Vlad places a water bottle in his hands.

"Thank you." He mumbles, mind your manners young master.

Vlad was nice and all sometimes, but he missed his family. Pennyworths chiding, Richard's easy smiles and praises, Father's lessons. He missed it all.

Vlad really wasn't the best at emotions or parenting really. He... cared for him but he was more that fun uncle you realize was really just crazy. Not he'd ever tell Vlad that.

"Let's go back to work."

"Are you sure? We can take a longer break?"

"We both know we can't afford it."

Things weren't going all that well. They had realized fairly quickly that the incubation was going to follow a real pregnancy timeline if not a little shorter up to the birth where they will just faze out when their ready. Vlad theorized it was a protective measure his body was doing to make the pregnancy less ghostly. He couldn't handle even a half-ghostly anything. The flight to the island drained him of all of the ectoplasm he was able to accumulate over the years despite the corruption.

Due to the corruptedness of the pits he was basically severely ecto-deprived and any ecto he gains goes to the two extra cores or fixing the corruption. He can't even make any ectoplasm anymore because of the corruption stopping it. He needs to get to the Infinate Realms as soon as possible or else neither him or his kids will continue to exist. Vlad was also weaker using his own ectoplasm to power things because the purified ecto was so much weaker than just natural.

The ectopods give him a boost but he was getting worse. The ectopods had failed Dan and Ellie to.

Vlad was starting to get a little protective and by a little he means not wanting to let him out of sight at all. Barely for a bathroom break. Ancients forbid he takes more than five minutes and Vlad pulls a sledgehammer out.

He may or not be going a little stir crazy. It was agonizing he's not used to dealing with this much attention. His parents in his first life were mostly focused on the portal or their work in general until they suddenly realized they had kids then showered them with affection just to forget about them just as quickly. The league of assassins and his mother don't need any explanation really, between training there wasn't much time for affection his mother sometimes did but it was always behind closed doors when noone was watching at all and that didn't happen near as much as you would think. His father wasn't really affectionate on anything, the most he would get for a mission gone right was a pat on the back and a "good job chum" and it often felt more forced with him than the others. Richard was quite affectionate with both his words and his actions. Getting a passing grade or winning a fight or even losing a fight seemed to be a cause of celebration. He was physical with his affection, hugs and kisses on the forehead, but even the second he started feeling uncomfortable he would pull away. Sometimes it was nice sometime he just wished he would push just a little further.

Vlad didn't have any of that. He was all antagonistic words, he didn't even always seem to mean it, it just happened with him. His attention nice for a while but got tiring and he couldn't just ask him to leave him alone because Vlad would take it wrong. He also never knew when to leave him alone. Like he didn't need to sleep in his room just cause he was having headaches and occasional nosebleeds he had that plenty with concussions before and had been able to treat it since he was 4 years old. He thinks if Vlad says one word more on 'taking a break' or 'drinking some more water' he was going to punch him in the face.

"You dont need to push yourself! you'll only end up in more pain just take a five minute break? Please think of the kids I'm also there father to you know!" There it is.

Damian while around and punched him in the face. The force and the surprise knocking him onto the floor.

"Damian! What the hell is your problem, young man!" He attempted to get up but he didn't let him. He easily swept his feet from under him and pushed him back down.

"I'm sick and tired of you always thinking you know what's best for me! Well news flash. You don't." He punched him in the face, expertly evading Vlads dodging. Vlad was powerful with powers but without them he was much more skilled.

"Stop this right now!" He'd have to make him.

And make him he did. Shit. He overestimated just how much ecto Vlad had been giving him because he stopped holding back his strength and shoved him off.

Crack.

Shit Vlad definitely either broke or cracked one of his ribs. He must of really pissed him off because that didn't stop him. He ran at him and kicked him in the throat. He gasped for air.

"Are we done yet?" Fuck you. He grabbed his legs and pulled him down. Almost straddling him and started to beat his face in. Vlad spit out blood but started to heal quicker than he could hurt him. Switching their positions he stsrted to choke him out. He choked for air but remembering his training, he quickly administerd a move that would have taken down any regular human down.

Vlad quickly recovered even angrier and threw him roughly at the glass of the lab shattering it and landing in it. He could feel the glass prickling against his skin. Bloody streaks painting his hands, glass embedded. He tried getting up but heard a loud gasp.

Susan stood hand over her mouth. Her skin pale and her hand gripped her tablet so hard he could hear creaks. He laid his head back down. He suddenly didn't feel like fighting anymore.

"Take him to the physician." Vlad spoke, voice distant and echoey. He couldn't resist the pull of darkness and fell under.

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After Clark shared his findings with the cave a month ago, Tim and Barbara have been hard at work trying to track the call, but meeting dead ends all around. Lex's security to tight and better than ever before.

Until, a new call came through.

"David! Oh David it's horrible!" She cried, her sobbing evident even through the poor phone service. They quickly got to work, everyone joining in around them. It had a two months since the last time they saw their littlest bat. No way where they letting the opportunity slip through their hands again.

"That little boy! He threw him through a window! He's been in and out of emergency surgeries for a week. A week! He had a punctured lung, an almost crushed larynx, a broken collarbone, and five cracked or broken ribs. Not to mention, he's covered in bruises and srapes from the glass! It's terrible! That little boy, just laying on the operating table, his heart stopped twice. Twice! Oh, David! I don't know what to do." She was in hysterics. Oh god, that was his brother. His baby brother.

He ignored the broken sobs around him and pushed his down.

"I've got it." Barbara announced, hse didn't sound relieved in any way but he understood they still had to save him and from what they heard from her, he may never fully recover.

"Supers, fly ahead, scout out. This is Lex, he's bound to have plenty of kryptonite." The supers flew out without even acknowledgeing their orders.

He paused. Please don't say it. Please

"Evrybody else... to the batjet."

It didn't really matter what he said anyway everybody in the cave was ready to go war, with or without Bruce.

A/N if yall think for one second that a relationship built from the ashes of one of the most traumatic moments in their lives is going to be perfect, yall kidding yourselves. Vlad is never going to be perfect he and damian/Danny will always be archenemys who may or may not have some fluffy moments they'll still have met because he wat trying to kill his father so he could marry his mother. Vlad desperately wanting him to be son is so obsessive and insane he creates a clone of him to be his kid. They may care for each other, but vlad will never truly be a good choice for Danny in general.

[purple-goo-writes]

OMFG MY BRAIN JUST HAD THE BEST THOUGHT

PHANTOM BEING THE JL'S PROBLEM CHILD/FIRST PROTÉGÉ

like okay okay hear me out.

Danny is just starting out as Phantom when the JL is getting kicked off. This is like maybe six years before Batman even takes on Robin or something idk. But just the JL just formed they are busting their asses off getting Meta Rights when they find the Anti-Eco acts and this leads them to Phantom. Cause you know for shit that the League isn't gonna let those acts stay. Nope that shit gotta go especially so they can get Meta Rights.

One things leads to another

And somehow this leds to them all mentoring this sassy dead teen.

And Danny finds himself with a bunch of mentors and as basically the JLs test protégé. You know he is going to start a blog too as Phantom called My Life as Teen Vigilante. Which also helps said mentors down the line when more teen heroes pop up.

But also the fucking shenanigans!!!

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Batman: Drop it

Danny: *puts kryptonite in mouth*

Batman: Damn it Danny!

Danny: *running as chews faster!*

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Flash: Hey buddy I'm here to check-whatcha got there?

Danny: *wearing the crown of rage and star cape whilst sipping a smoothie* A smoothie

Flash: *rapidly reading through Amity News* What happened whilst we were in space?!

Danny: *slurpsss*

Flash: HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE A WHOLE TOWN DISAPPEARING?!

Danny: *big slurp*

Danny: And I'm ghost king now

Flash: YOU'RE WHAT?!

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Canary: *trying to help danny with new powers*

JL member watching: sooo what power di he get now?

Batman: *headache brewing* he can now level a city with his voice

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Danny getting ice powers: I am going to cause so may problems with this

Danny nearly freezing to death and causing the JL to freak out: Hello consequences to my actions

Que Batman ad Flash interrogating their ice villains on controlling ice powers cause Some How There Wasn't An Ice Hero Yet!

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Dan Happens

Danny: Fuck what was Bats plan for evil future self?

Danny: Oh right *pulls out Fenton phone* Call Dad number 5

Batman: you forgot what rhe contingency plan for this was didn't you?

Or alternatively

Dan Happens

JL shows up after case they were off world: What happened?!

Danny: *laying exhausted in crater* Boy Do I Have A Story For You!

So on.

By the time most get their protégés, they've already had a test run with Danny, who likes to claim that he is each protégés big brother for it. The Kids love their Big Brother Danny...the JL doesn't love the new shenanigans Danny gets into with them.

In his defense, they left him unsupervised with said kids.

[suzukiblu]

Let me help. Catching. Timkon timbart or timkonbart

“Let me help,” Tim says like it’s simple, like he and Kon aren’t currently hanging upside-down over yet another weird Gotham vat of weird Gotham chemicals that could definitely fuck up even a demi-Kryptonian to concerning levels. Tim’s knees are hooked over the edge of the rickety old catwalk, a grappling line twisted around his left arm and the rail and anchoring him there, and his right arm holding onto Kon’s wrist–and nothing else. 

Kon’s not holding onto anything, because Kon’s unconscious. Unconscious with bloody shards of kryptonite stuck in his even bloodier chest. 

So like, even if the weird Gotham chemicals weren’t a problem, dropping him would not be a good idea right now. 

Bart doesn’t even know why they’ve got kryptonite in grifing Gotham. Why is that a thing?! What is wrong with this stupid city?! 

And Tim’s voice was neutral and matter-of-fact across the communicator, but even from here Bart can tell he’s sweating and see his muscles trembling, and he heard his breath catch before he spoke. 

Bart can’t even tell if Kon’s breathing at all, from the other side of this stupid sprocking security door on the far end of the catwalk. There’s a narrow little window full of wire mesh he can see through but couldn’t fit through even if he broke it, and he can’t get through, and–

Bart’s just trying not to freak the grife out, because he knows Kon is heavy and Tim is just human with just-human strength and stamina and zero leverage to pull that much dead weight up with and Bart can’t tell the difference between subjective and objective time and how long has Tim been holding onto Kon like that, how long has it been exactly– 

“Breathe, Impulse,” Tim orders across the line, certain and simple. “Objective time. Count it down. How long does it typically take four milligrams of ketamine to burn through your system?” 

“We don’t even know it was ketamine, do you even know how much ketamine that’d be, that’s–I haven’t eaten in two hours,” Bart cuts himself off abruptly, trying not to jitter. Not to panic. Not having eaten makes it worse, obviously. Hits him harder; lasts longer. And two hours on a speedster metabolism might as well be two day, at a minimum. 

But the real problem is that whatever the fuck was in those sedatives, right now he’s slow, and so it’s literally impossible for him to vibrate through the stupid door he can’t get open. 

“Okay,” Tim says, and exhales slowly. It crackles over the line. He visibly tightens his grip on Kon’s limp wrist and maybe-not-breathing body. Maybe–no, Kon’s breathing, Bart tells himself. Tim’s practical. He’d drop him if he were dead. He’d–

Who is he even kidding right now? It’s Kon. 

And Tim wouldn’t even drop a stranger. 

“Okay,” Tim repeats, and lets out another slow exhalation. Doesn’t look towards Bart and the door; doesn’t look quite at Kon either. “Just–okay.” 

It’s really, really not, Bart knows, and tries to vibrate his hands against the door again. 

They don’t. 

But Tim isn’t going to drop Kon, and Bart isn’t going to stop trying to get through this stupid goddamn door.

[anifever]

can you pls do an outsiders x Nerdy fem reader? Like, braces boy band fangirl who rants about comics type. Would rather have it being Curtis sister reader but you can do whatever, tyy <33

Gang w/ a Nerdy!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a nerdy reader

A/N : This is kinda bad bcs I get unmotivated to write sometimes but I swear I’m trying omg. Also I didn’t do Curtis sister simply so it’d be more ambiguous, sorry 💔 Anyways this is literally me except I just don’t have braces anymore

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Darry

୨ You cut pics of The Rolling Stones members, etc out of the newspapers he reads and keep them

୨ He’s confused at first then he’s like “Oh..” when he realizes what’s happening- he doesn’t mind tho

୨ You write the dumbest little notes/pickup lines and put them in his lunch bag for work

୨ He doesn’t understand most of them but he likes them regardless

୨ He read comics here and there when he was a kid, but he definitely doesn’t anymore 😭

୨ He’s always arguing with Pony about those things and just doesn’t really get it

୨ Even though he doesn’t understand yours and Pony’s infatuation with stuff like that, he thinks it’s nice you’re able to bond with each other over it

୨ At some point you convince him to watch one of your favorite sci-fi type tv shows with you whenever he isn’t busy

୨ It’s a pipeline of him saying he doesn’t like it, pretending he doesn’t like it, then being really invested in it

୨ Anyways, even if your interests don’t exactly line up, you still love each other

୨ You rambling over stuff all the time honestly helps him forget about the stress in his life

Two-Bit

୨ He has no room to talk when his favorite show is still Mickey Mouse at the age of 18 and a half

୨ He thinks it’s cute in an endearing way

୨ He makes fun of you a bit but he doesn’t mean it seriously- that’s just how he is

୨ You guys discuss superheroes together and get way too in depth about it

୨ When he sees your room for the first time there’s like little figurines everywhere, etc and he’s just like “Huh, I have that one too” while pointing at the Hulk or something

୨ He doesn’t gaf, at least it’s clean unlike his

୨ If you have braces, he’s absolutely making jokes about it

୨ You’re getting called metal mouth but it’s out of love I promise

୨ He doesn’t let other people make jokes about it though

୨ Like that’s his job!!! Leave his girl alone!!!

୨ This man defends you with his life I’m so serious

୨ Anyways, whenever he gets super drunk and he starts rambling the exact same way you do normally so it sort of evens you out

୨ Idk what else to even say because you both just make so much sense- it seems so obvious

Steve

୨ I hate to say it, but he calls you brace-face

୨ Ironic because he needs some himself!!! 😊

୨ You said something along those lines to him once and he was so caught off guard and offended

୨ Even though he’s a smartass and you’d figure he’d be mean abt it, I feel like he’s probably kinda the same as you- at least when he was younger

୨ Bro knows his DC and Marvel lore

୨ You guys are constantly re-watching ‘Godzilla’ together

୨ There’s probably a picture of him from when he was younger dressed as it for Halloween or something too

୨ You have made him go to a concert with you

୨ He didn’t even really care about you freaking out over the guys, he was more upset that you chose The Beach Boys of all people

୨ He considers it “Soc music”

୨ You most likely don’t understand anything about cars

୨ He could sit there for hours trying to explain stuff to you and it just won’t click

୨ He’s like “How can you remember every fucking Beach Boys song but not what an exhaust does??”

୨ Okay you probably aren’t that dense but still

Dallas

୨ Yeahhh, he’s making fun of you

୨ It’s out of love tho 😇 most of the time..

୨ You constantly make references about comics and shows and he has no clue what you’re talking about

୨ You use the word kryptonite around him and he’s like “..What the HELL did you just say to me?”

୨ Most of the things you ramble about, he doesn’t understand, like, at all

୨ Much to his dismay, he can’t help his features from softening when he watches you do it

୨ You definitely gives him a break from all the reckless crazy stuff he does

୨ You use so many big words (they usually aren’t that crazy) and he’s just like “Could you speak English?”

୨ When he first went inside your room, it was covered in posters from movies like ‘Dracula,’ ‘Creature from the Black Lagoon,’ ‘Psycho,’ ‘Frankenstein,’ ‘The Birds,’ etc

୨ At first he was like “Jesus…” but really he thought it was pretty cool

୨ You guys are horror movie enjoyers⁉️

୨ You’re probably more of a geek over them than he is, but it’s just barely (he’d never admit it)

Soda

୨ You definitely fangirl over The Beatles and it lowkey hurts his feelings

୨ You have to be like “Soda.. you literally look like a movie star why are you worried-”

୨ Yes you know Paul’s blood type, time of birth, and who his fourth cousin twice removed is; so what? 🙄

୨ Knowledge-wise you balance each other out

୨ You have amazing grades in all your classes and he’s dropped out 🤍 but on the other hand, you are not very street smart

୨ Like if you have a gun held to your head, let’s hope they’ll ask you trivia about ‘The Twilight Zone’ for your freedom

୨ Anyways, he tries to keep up with and understand the stuff you talk about

୨ Give him time 💔 he’s trying

୨ He probably already knows a bit from having grown up with Pony, but it’s still nothing crazy

୨ He carries around extra wax for your braces in his pocket in case they ever start hurting you (idk if they were invented yet in the 60’s but let’s pretend)

୨ Throws wrenches and things like that at Steve if he says stuff about you

୨ You get pretty insecure since he’s so popular with girls and they usually aren’t like you; but he’s always reassuring you over it

Johnny

୨ You guys read comics together

୨ He’s a spider-man lover and I’ll die on this hill

୨ Someone write Johnny Cade spider-man au rn

୨ He’s constantly telling Dallas to “lay off” when he says stuff about you

୨ Finds your braces cute- he thinks they just add to your charm

୨ Anything that helps him somewhat escape reality, he enjoys; he gladly talks about nerdy stuff with you

୨ He gets along with Pony so well and he has most of those interests, and it’s the same way with you

୨ You guys sit in the lot and stargaze constantly; each time you point out and name the constellations along with explaining their backstories

୨ He listens with a fond smile on his face every time

୨ He thinks it’s cool you’re able to remember all of that

୨ You’re both just so cute I’m crying

୨ Whenever he comes over, he always admires the figures, posters, books, etc you have around your room

Pony

୨ Idc his ass is also a nerd

୨ Maybe not in the exact ways you are, but he definitely still is

୨ You help him in certain classes he’s not doing well in which he is extremely thankful for

୨ You guys also read comics together 😋

୨ Usually you make him read them out loud though since you love his voice and also think he’s good at the sound effects

୨ That being said, you both give each other book recommendations

୨ You guys go to the drive-in/theater together constantly and have heavy debriefings over all of the movies (mainly the sci-fi ones)

୨ You guys are both big fans of Elvis

୨ He’s a fan music-wise, you’re a fan of literally everything

୨ You’ve seen every single one of his movies. Multiple times.

୨ Definitely makes him a little jealous but he tells himself it’s not a big deal

୨ He can’t even be mad at you geeking out when he preforms on TV, he understands

୨ All that being said, you guys actually go really well together

[bruciemilf]

Re-watching Spiderverse. My curiosity wills me to make an AU where Jason gets thrown in an intricate mess of multiverses where he's adopted by almost all Bruce variants.

"So let me get this straight,"

of course, he's god's most hated freak, and the ONE person who can guide him through this mess is a small, annoying, cartoon version of Dick.

"This is a network of intricate, interdimensional realities stitched to a 'canon' tapestry. And Batman has to lose me in every single one to hold it up."

"Sure! There's a less idiotic way of putting it, but I like your enthusiasm. "

Jason's urge to squeeze this funko pop motherfucker until the life slowly bleeds away grows. It can wait, thought.

Currently, he's trying to help with neutralizing a version of Bizarro. Poor guy must've gotten lost again. Very strange that only one Bruce accompanied him, thought.

"So how many Batmen are there, exactly? Seems like one's enough." He mutters, refusing to let the familiar warmth infest his body when thinking of how they look at Jason.

Like the universe ends and starts with him.

"Oh there's a whole bunch! We have 80s Batman, cowboy Batman, Batman who cries, Batman who sings opera, Looney Toones Batman, -- a personal favorite, -- really the numbers are unlimited!"

Jason watches with strange sense of unease as this one variant handles Bizzaro. "And that's who? Biker gang leader Batman?"

Nightmite gets quiet for a second. Jason pauses, because THAT’S strange.

This eery nervousness only springs when this Bruce, -- not as old as everyone, hell, not even as old as JASON, -- glues a green device on Bizzaro's chest and leaps away.

"That's, uh...Batman who kills."

Jason doesn't have time to react as a booming explosion overwhelmes his senses. His knees are weak. And not just because the ugly stench of burning flesh invades his senses.

But because this Bruce, this Batman, is aiming for him and quick. That mask sends him right on edge. He hates the way it only covers Bruce's mouth, forcing Jason to gaze into sharp, brutal blue eyes.

"Jason?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you," Jason snarls before anything else. "He was detained! He wasn't a threat anymore!"

"He got roofed with red kryptonite and destroyed half a neighborhood. What did you want me to do?"

"Come up with another plan! Trap him, knock him out! Blowing him to pieces doesn't solve anything!" Jason yells, Nightmite looking incredibly worried and hiding behind his shoulder. "Try TALKING to him. Show him some fucking mercy."

"We tried that before. It's not working." He says, "Mercy doesn't get results."

"It gets you HUMANITY."

"If your Batman thought you that, he already failed."

[seventeenpins]

friends i am ~zooted~ and managed to post and promptly delete my response to this but THANK GOODNESS I'd screenshot it 🙏 thank you @sp00kymulderr for the ask, you KNOW i'm a freak for sub!joel* 💕 *this is a bit more sub!joel adjacent but i hope it scratches that itch!

pairing: joel miller x reader wordcount: 601 content: edging, choking, sub!joel/brat!joel, a WHOLE lotta breeding kink, literally just smut a/n: shoutout to @ems-chaos-corner for being my brain when mine was out of commission

send me a drabble prompt?

Joel is writhing beneath you, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the surge of the waning daylight. His hair is a mess, plastered to his forehead, one loose curl bobbing aloft with every heave of breath.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he pants, eyes screwed shut in concentration.

"Sweetheart," you echo back, "If you're dead, I don't get to use you. But I promise, this next time I cum, you get to cum with me."

His responding moan is nearly a whimper, building to a growl as you seat yourself back on him.

You've been edging him for hours. You're not going to admit it but you're impressed. You've cum half a dozen times already, on his face, his fingers, twice on his cock, but still; all it takes is one little shake of your head. Just one little "did I say you could cum?" and he somehow powers through and fucks up into you, rutting like a goddamn animal as you ride him through another wave.

This is the most vocal you've ever gotten him, and he's cute all pussy drunk. You know you should probably let him cum soon, but you do want to enjoy him like this for as long as you possibly can. Most of what he's saying is just please please please- but now it gets even more desperate, begging like you've never heard, pressing all the right buttons.

"C'mon sweetheart, please, You feel so damn perfect clenchin' round me like that, gushin' on me like a faucet, baby, please let me cum-- Wanna bust so deep in ya you're still full o' me for days-"

It's your absolute kryptonite, hearing him talk like this, and he knows it. You're gonna cum again, you're already close. You need to draw it out, though, to pull this orgasm out of him, finally, slowly and surely so that when it finally builds to a peak, it makes him see the fucking stars-

"Shut up, Joel-" you plead, and the man has the audacity to grin. You know he can feel the way you're balancing on the edge, how your cunt is squeezing him.

He's so fucking pretty, cupping your jaw gently as he smirks up at you. His other hand is holding you by the waist, grasping at your flesh to rock into a rhythm. He's matching your thrusts, pulling you so so deep when your hips meet, grinding his pubes against your swollen clit.

"Oh, you want that, honey? Want me to get deep up in there? Want me to fuckin' flood you with my cum? I'm gonna pump so much into ya, it has to take. Sure feels like that's what you want, the way you're squeezin'-"

You need to shut him up.

The hand you'd tangled in his hair releases, and for a moment, he relaxes. Then you wrap it around his neck. The way he moans makes your stomach flip, another gush of arousal adding to the slipperiness between you. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus just on the sensation, drawing it out just that tiny bit longer-

Apparently, choking is equivalent to a mute button on Joel. You think he likely still has the ability to form words. What he lacks is the capacity. He isn't silent, though. He's grunting, feral but dazed.

"I like you so much better with my hand around your throat," you tell him.

You cum together, his tongue in your mouth, hands grasping all along your body as he pulls you tight and doesn't let go till he's emptied his balls and fucked it in deeper.

[hanasnx]

normally clark only goes one or two rounds, not bc he can’t go longer bc he definitely CAN! he just overthinks and doesn’t want to hurt you, he likes when you ride him bc that means you can go at your own pace, not going part your limits. he forces himself to barely touch you, still scared of his own strength when it comes to you. he only ever softly praises you, and takes about an hour with aftercare. really the most sensitive and attentive man you’ve ever been with…

until he gets ‘poisoned’ by red kryptonite and he’s pushing you around, slapping you, spitting in your mouth, choking you, calling you every name under the sun. taking you anywhere and everywhere he doesn’t care if jesus himself walks in, he’ll keep going. over and over as if it’s nothing (and it IS nothing to clark). he won’t bother with aftercare and you’re left shaking like a leaf, bruises everywhere, not able to move let alone walk. and when he finally returns to normal he freaks out and beats himself up over it to the point where he can’t talk to you… but you’re like ‘soooo clark can we do that again’ *twirls hair* and he’s shocked and immediately flushes, embarrassed (but also embarrassingly hard)

you surely read the vibe anon your timing is impeccable

the first paragraph being all about how clark normally goes about things like this conveys his sense of reverence towards you. sex is still sacred to him, and he takes your safety extremely seriously. it is his top priority, above even his and your pleasure. it’s satisfying for you, yes, but there’s something to be desired. not necessarily an edge of danger, but just more of it. you want multiple rounds, you want him to touch you all over with eager and impatient hands, you want him to show some passion. and praising you is all well and good but what about switching it up every once-in-a-while?

and that’s exactly where red kryptonite clark comes in. he shows you a new clark, one he claims is “better.” no more of that sappy vulnerable clark who can’t dish it out, no. now you’re dealing with the real thing, or so he claims. he’s got the stamina for multiple rounds but he’s also got the drive, it’s not about what you want it’s about how long he wants to go for. and you’re so fucked out and physically weaker compared to him, there’s not a way for you to stop him, really. you get swept along for the ride. that bit about him “pushing you around, slapping you, spitting in your mouth, choking you, calling you every name under the sun…” is exactly the way to describe it. if you get on his nerves he simply pushes you off of him and onto the nearest surface and calls you dramatic when you land so helplessly or try to scold him. he slaps you when you give him attitude or when his dick is in your mouth because he’s that sleazy and you like it. and when he spits… it’s not just in your mouth but on your pussy and asshole too. he’s a spitter. the form of a true farmer. whole mouth gets put into it, blowing out a fat loud gob onto your clit and letting it slide down to finger you with it—held your pretty gaze doing it too. when you’re lying on your back and hanging your tongue outta your mouth, he leans down while he’s hitting it to spit right into the back of your throat, and you swallow it down like the eager little thing you are. choking you is self explanatory, it’s one of his favorite ways to bring you into a kiss, knocks you right down into that pliant sub space. and when he’s calling you names, you know he’s bringing out “bitch” and “cunt” and your pussy gets wet about it

all of this horrible behavior is something you learn to expect from clark and it gets you weak in the knees. no wonder he’s blindsided by your display of interest for it. twirling your hair and twisting your body and looking up at him with those for eyes asking for it all over again. he can’t give it to you like he used to, but he tries to bridge the gap for your sake and meet you halfway. it’s softer, a little more humanity to it, but it’s just not the same. it’s a part of clark but it’s not all of him

[rosesradio]

hi! congratulations on reaching 400 followers! for your halloween drabble event, perhaps jercy smut in which they do it in halloween costumes? thank you 🙏💌

(trying out bottom!percy for the first time :) also tw for tipsy/drunk sex & breeding kink)

Percy is very bad at dressing up for Halloween.

Jason tells him as much as they both stumble, tipsily, into a spare room at Leo’s Halloween party. Percy just replies that he and his mom used to go all out, though that faded as he got older and busier. Now, he’s wearing brown sweatpants and a matching hoodie with ridiculous googly eyes on top.

He’s supposed to be a seal. Gods, it’s stupid.

“Easy for you to say,” Percy muses, pressing open-mouthed kisses down Jason’s neck. His breath is warm against the sensitive skin, hands wandering up to where the fabric of Jason’s spandex is tucked tightly into the bottom part of the suit. “You look so fuckin’ good, Superman…but I think getting you out of this suit’s gonna be my Kryptonite…”

And, well, Jason wouldn’t want that. He gives Percy a helping hand.

The sensible, decent friend within Jason thinks it would probably be rude to fuck on Leo’s guest bed. Then again, that part of him mostly evaporated with a second drink and Percy’s low voice in his ear.

He was sure Leo and Nico have fucked on Jason’s bed at some point, those exhibitionist freaks.

It’s at this moment that he’s grateful that Percy had asked him to prep him before they left the house. Jason had a sneaking suspicion this was what he had in mind, though who was he to deny his boyfriend? As much as Jason loved fingering Percy open, watching him melt underneath his touch, the son of Jupiter was glad in this moment that the process was quicker.

Jason couldn’t get enough of the sights and feelings when he first slid home. Percy was on top of him this time, putting in the work to lower onto him. His lips part to let out the neediest moans, his eyes rolling up momentarily before they even got started.

Percy settles in nose-to-nose with Jason. The bass of an unknown song pumps outside, though it could be Jason’s own heartbeat. Percy’s breath smells like vodka cranberry.

Jason imagines this is gonna be one of those things he sees when his life flashes before his eyes. All the beautiful things.

And Percy’s murmuring in his ear all the dirty ideas running through his mind, something surprisingly endearing considering he wouldn’t admit half these things sober.

“Fuck, wanna put a collar on you, Jace,” Percy whispers. His pace of bouncing up and down on his cock is not at all consistent, but he’s Percy and he’s perfect and he could make Jason come untouched by moaning his name alone.

“Yeah?” Jason prompts, holding onto Percy’s hips to guide him, driving up into him more firmly. At least, he thinks it’s more firmly. His form could be just as sloppy, but if the moans escaping Percy’s lips are any indication, he’s doing something right.

Percy nods, whimpering as he palms Jason’s chest shamelessly, toying with where his costume has been pushed up.

“Wanna get you pregnant,” Percy manages, eyes dark and lust-blown. His breath was warm and tingling across his lips.

Jason wants to taste him. So he pulls him down by his stupid hoodie and does just that.

“Don’t think we’re doing this right for that to happen,” Jason breathes. And he knows it’s impossible but something in him lights up at the thought. “Could get you pregnant though—fuck, mm…could come deep inside you…have you carry our kids…”

Pups. Jason almost said pups.

Fuck.

“Like a seahorse,” Percy says softly. And then he’s nuzzling into the crook of Jason’s neck, against the spandex. His hips jolt as he comes, moaning in a shameless way that pulls Jason right over the edge as well. He comes to the thought of getting Percy pregnant, of their love creating new life with the ease of this act.

The pair unwind, catching their breaths as Percy pulls off slowly. The stupid googly eyes on Percy’s hoodie are still staring at him lopsidedly.

Jason loves Percy more than anything, though he really is the worst at dressing up for Halloween.

[thecouchshifter]

Hazbin Hotel NSFT HCs

Husker

He’s a service top and probably the biggest on checking boundaries and aftercare, like more than Charlie and Vaggie. His biggest priority is making sure whoever he’s with has a good and safe time. He’s got experience and he knows how to make anyone feel good. Also whenever someone calls him a manlet he will remind them that height doesn’t matter when you’ve got them on their knees anyway.

Charlie and Vaggie

Put them as a duo because who else are they boning? As a general note, they’re both switches and Charlie is the more experienced one of the two, though mostly with men. They’re generally pretty vanilla but have some light kinks and sometimes do some roleplay.

Vaggie loves a good strap, pulling Charlie’s hair, and biting when topping/domming and has a fucking insane praise kink when bottoming/subbing. Also likes the fact Charlie is taller than her in both (shadow of the colossus type shit or being absolutely towered over). Uses princess or doll to refer to Charlie while domming and generally uses ma’am or my queen while subbing.

Charlie is super soft and romantic when topping/domming and absolutely has to touch and kiss everywhere. When subbing/bottoming, she likes some soft under the bed restraints, maybe a blindfold every once in a while, and has a bit of a mommy kink. Either way she likes setting the scene with some candles and flower petals because she’s extra like that. Has a big praise kink too that goes both ways. Uses sweetheart and more recently little angel when domming to refer to Vaggie and when subbing pretty much exclusively uses mommy. Has one very pretty old school lingerie set that she will whip out when she really wants to impress Vaggie.

Nifty

There’s no polite way to say it, she’s a fucking freak. Doesn’t matter how you do it she’s gonna do some crazy shit to you or ask you to do some crazy shit to her. Crazy on masochism and sadism in particular. 90% of the bad boys she plays with get scared after the first time and she quickly loses interest after that. Such is the way of Nifty.

Sir Pentious

He prefers romance to sex but if it helps him bond with a partner he’ll do it. Sadly, nobody has actually stayed with him past the first date before. He’s a hopeless romantic but hopes one day he’ll find someone who loves him for him. If he did bone, he’d be really awkward about it and not really know what he was doing but inconceivably keep falling upward and in the end do a really good job. After the fact he’d need a solid 20 minutes to recover while just laying there in shock before thanking his partner profusely.

Cherri Bomb

She has fucked a lot of ways and is generally open to trying anything. Has a few utterly bizarre kinks and fetishes. Not even particularly disturbing just very oddly specific. Like fleshlight between the legs while a replica dildo of her partner’s dick fucks her and their real dick fucks the fleshlight type strange.

Angel Dust

I mean sure he’s down for pretty much anything but slow, romantic, vanilla sex is his fucking kryptonite. He doesn’t get it in the studio or god forbid with Val, so when he does he’s surprised for a minute before he gets completely lost in his partner’s eyes. Don’t get me wrong he loves kinky shit, especially bondage, but getting back to basics is such a treat for him. Very into body worship for a similar reason. Boy just wants to feel loved. Has a set of lingerie for every occasion

Alastor

“Ha! No.”

Vox likes to think of him as a massive sub tho.

Lucifer

He’s a switch that will absolutely commit to the bit if he’s doing any kind of roleplay or D/S stuff. This man is a grade A actor to the point where Lilith was worried on several occasions as to if he was possessed. He has had millennia to perfect his technique and you will find no soul in hell bar maybe Asmodeus who knows how to use all the tools at his disposal better than him. Has a bit of a ringmaster/circus fantasy and has referred to Lilith as his little acrobat multiple times. Lilith also gets a bit worried when Lucifer is horny because it usually means he hasn’t taken his depression meds. Calls Lilith goddess a lot too.

[mysticmellowlove]

hi!! if you’re too busy you can ignore this request but if possible could you write about a cheerful darling that knows of subby yans behaviors and mannerisms? like darling knows how obsessive and subservient yan is, but finds it cute and endearing!! (in some fucked up way LOL) so maybe they’re both already dating but yan gets insecure after seeing his darling talk to other people… and darling has to physically remind him that he’s all theirs and that they would never cheat when they have such a precious, loyal puppy at home…. <33 it makes yan fall in love w darling even more!!

Be it that you had read too many romance books growing up or that you were just secretly a freak but you just couldn't deny that seeing your boyfriend verbally threaten the bartender was getting you a little hot under the collar. It all started when you two went out to get a drink. Apparently, about twenty minutes in, your boyfriend thought that the bartender was getting a little too close.

Now he was leaning over the bar, his face set tensely as he whispered something to the girl behind the counter. The way his arms were straining in his shirt, the dangerous glint in his eyes and the bite to his jaw... oh no.

You got off the chair you were sitting on and walked over to him, trying to block the harsh words coming out of his mouth. Gently you laid a hand on his bicep and basically nearly moaned. He looked back at you, his eyes softening for a moment.

"Babe, let's just go home." You sounded pleading but behind it all there was a giddy smile. He did everything you wanted while looking only at you. It wasn't as if you wanted him to be mad but he was just so cute~

That's why you mentioned the bartender in your conversation, pulling his eyes off of you and towards the girl who was serving drinks. It was a devious plan but it wasn't as if you did it often.

His jaw tightened as he shot one last look at the girl before wrapping his arms around you, tightening his grip possessively as you both left the bar behind.

You could barely contain yourself in the car. The main reason why you pulled his strings like this was because the sex was awesome. The feeling you got when he was solely dedicated to worshipping every inch of you was euphoric. Attentive and caring, he could spend hours singing your praises. It was a power trip like no other.

Slyly you slid your hand onto his leg, feeling the tensing of his muscles as you stroked your thumb back and forth over his thigh. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

One would think that after pulling the same trick over and over he'd get to know your patterns but he always looked past it. Your openness towards anyone you met made him falter in his decisions. At least that's what you thought. Unless he knew exactly what you were doing and didn't care.

"Baby, is everything alright?" You faked your concern with that sugary sweet tone of yours, his greatest kryptonite. His eyes darted in your direction, his jaw tightening.

"You know you're mine right?" You almost rolled your eyes. However, you didn't and only pouted at his question.

"Of course baby!" He looked over at you again, his shoulders dropping in what seemed to be relief. A smile crossed your face as you let your hand move lower. He jolted at the sudden brush against his dick.

"I love only you remember? Or do I have to tell you again...? Show you again?" Your voice dropped into a sinful crawl as you shifted in your seat to face him better. Now with more flexibility, you undid his pants and stoked the tip of his dick over his underwear.

A sharp cough and a jerk of the car answered you as he tried to stutter out a sentence.

"Eyes on the road." It wasn't a suggestion but rather a command that fell out of your mouth as you slipped your hands under his boxers. You revelled in the sound of his quiet gasps. His head was slick with precum as you looked him in the eyes and brought your finger up to your mouth.

A keening whine left his mouth as you sucked his arousal from your skin. His eyes flicked back ad forth between the road and yourself.

"Why would I want anyone else when I have you waiting for me at home?" Slowly you jerked him off, watching as his hips twitched into your hand as he tried to keep his cool.

"Come on then, tell me." You pushed further as the car slowly came to a rolling stop in front of his house. With a final click, he shut the car off and pressed his forehead on the wheel, labouring huffs leaving his mouth.

With a mocking coo you picked up your pace, the slickness from his pre-cum only helping your hand move faster and faster.

"Y-you don't want anyone else." There was a dark possessiveness to his voice before his high pitched whine washed it away. Your eyebrow cocked.

"And why's that?" You could hear the nearly silenced cries leaving his mouth as his chest rose and fell quickly. His hips stuttered as his head flopped to the side, allowing you to see his unfocused eyes and open mouth.

"Because you have me.... because you love me..." He looked feverishly at you, his mouth spreading into a gentle smile.

Having a boyfriend that was kind of insane wasn't easy.... but boy was it attractive.

[thebluemallet]

My Immediate Thoughts on the Latest Avatar: The Last Airbender Trailer

THE SHIP DESIGN FOR THE FIRE NAVY SHIPS! THAT MAST!

This must be the North Pole and leading up to the Siege of the North.

Appa soaring through the skies.

Yeah, they're really going to go and show us the attacks on the Air Temples. On the one hand, I'm excited about the new material. On the other hand, I feel like I shouldn't be excited about witnessing a genocide even if it's fiction.

IS THAT FIRE LORD SOZIN? OR IS THAT JUST A RANDOM FIRE NATION GENERAL?? I THINK IT'S SOZIN??

Aang breaking out from the iceberg seems a lot more violent than the cartoon but it also looks awesome! And if I were Sokka and Katara, I'd be scared shitless seeing that.

I think that's Monk Gyatso voice in the beginning? And he specifically says that the Fire Nation is embarking on a dark path instead of the super vague "storm clouds are gathering" like in the original cartoon. So Aang goes into that iceberg with more knowledge in this adaptation than in the cartoon.

Daniel Dae Kim looks great as Fire Lord Ozai!

Azula with a bow and arrow? Guess she's expanding her skill set.

Blink and you'll miss it, but that is JET that Katara, Sokka, and Aang are talking to before there's a big ass explosion behind them.

WE'VE GOT THE MOTHER EFFIN OSTRICH HORSES, BABY!

IT'S ZUKO COMING TO RESCUE UNCLE IROH WHEN HE GETS CAPTURED BY EARTH KINGDOM SOLDIERS!

Aang, Katara, and Sokka checking out the ruins of one of the Air Temples. Southern Air Temple, maybe, probably?

Water Tribe! Don't know if it's Northern or Southern but it could be the aftermath of Zuko coming to the Southern tribe to find Aang.

Katara coming in with her belief that Aang can save the world.

I'm in love with every shot of Appa flying!

THE AIR SCOOTER!

AND HE CRASHES INTO A STATUE LIKE HE DOES IN THE ORIGINAL OPENING CREDITS!!!!

There you go! You whiny little complainers finally got your sarcastic Sokka. And he definitely has more emotional range than the Sokka in the other project that shall not be named so I approve!

THAT'S ZUKO'S TINY LITTLE WARSHIP CRUISING AROUND THE SOUTH POLE LOOKING FOR THE AVATAR!!!

UNCLE!

That's not Zuko pinning up that picture of Aang. Maybe it's Zhao?

I fucking love the masks on the Fire Nation soldiers!!!!!!!

Zuko, you moody, angsty, traumatized teenager! I love you!

(This better get renewed so we can get awkward Zuko. I want to hear him say, "That's rough, buddy." I want to know how many takes they ruined when they eventualy film that scene.)

ZUKO AND IROH TEAM UP AGAINST THOSE EARTH KINGDOM SOLDIERS!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you know guys, maybe we should hear out what the fire nation has to say?

Nope, sorry, I was distracted by the abs. They should have had him silhouetted because I'm pretty sure this is the AGNI KAI WHERE HE BURNS HIS KID'S FACE!

Avatar "I don't want the responsibility!" Aang.

It's giving "Because I never wanted to be" and "I'm just one kid" energy.

THE FACT THAT I WILL NEVER GET TO CUDDLE APPA IN REAL LIFE IS A CRIME!

Sokka coming in and reminding Aang that he's not alone in this.

Reminds me of early on in the show when he says "Katara and I aren't going to let anything happen to you."

Momo's excellent comedic timing, there.

IT'S JUN! AND NYLA! IT LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! IF THAT'S HEI BAI, THEN I'M GOING TO SHIT MYSELF WHEN THEY SHOW KOH!

Oh, Zuko isn't showing up to Kyoshi this time, it's ZHAO!

SOKKA AND SUKI LOOKING AMAZING FIGHTING TOGETHER!

THAT'S TEO AND AANG FLYING AROUND! THAT'S TEO AND AAANG!

I guess one of the big changes from the cartoon is that we'll see Teo and his dad in Omashu instead of the Northern Air Temple because that's DEFINITELY Omashu they're flying around.

AANG! YOU'RE SO PINT-SIZED COMPARED TO SOKKA AND KATARA! AND THE RUNNING HUG! I CAN'T HANDLE THE RUNNING HUGS! THEY'RE MY KRYPTONITE!

BLUE SPIRT! WE'RE GETTING THE BLUE SPIRIT AND AANG FIGHTING TOGETHER!

Aang ready to kick some Fire Nation butt.

I wonder if that's part of the Siege of the North? It looks like Sokka flies him in on Appa and Aang drops in.

I think the next shot is the South Pole when Zuko attacks trying to find Aang?

Aang pulling out the Matrix moves when Sokka lets his boomerang fly!

KING BUMI! They were really accurate with the costumes here.

KATARA FIGHTING OFF ZUKO AT THE NORTH POLE!!!!

Jet looking like a badass and fighting off some fire benders.

I know I've guessed this several times, but THAT WAS DEFINITELY AANG AND ZUKO AT THE SOUTH POLE!

I like we see the glow slowly going over the tattoos as Aang goes into the Avatar state instead of it just going straight to glowing.

AND THE CHANTING! I LOVE THIS MUSIC SO MUCH!!!

I think Aang's last transition to the Avatar State is definitely him at the Southern Air Temple when he finally has to face what happened to the Air Nomads, but I could be wrong.

Anyway. February 22 isn't that far away and there are not enough words to describe how excited I am for this.

[mamawasatesttube]

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” & “I won’t lose you too.” with timkon, konbart, maybe even timkonbart if you really want to :)

combined with this prompt ask from @randomexistentialemo (who tumblr is being weird about tagging, sorry!):

“Who cares about what they think?” for timkon?

Kon is quiet.

That's the first thing that stands out, when Tim slips into his room. The lights are dim enough that the slight glow of his eyes is visible, a luminous cyan against the muted yellow lamplight. The only sounds are the TV and Bart rambling over it, explaining the plot of the game he's currently playing; Kon's eyes are on the screen, but just by looking at him, Tim can tell he's not watching. Not really.

He's too quiet. Kon is a lot of things, but quiet is never one of them. Not unless something is very, very wrong.

Tim deliberately lets his feet fall audibly against the carpet as he jumps down from the windowsill. Bart's head snaps up; Kon, who presumably already knew he was there from his heartbeat alone, flicks a glance over at him, and a vague quirk of his lips, but says nothing.

Bart meets his gaze, wide-eyed with obvious worry. He jerks his head none-too-subtly at Kon and, apparently having noticed his distraction technique isn't working, mouths a desperate help.

Right. Tim's turn.

"I brought pizza," he announces, placing the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "And I'm hoping you didn't already polish off all the drinks in the fridge, 'cuz I didn't grab any."

The mini-fridge in the corner opens on its own, and three cans of Zesti float out. So at least Kon's feeling up to that much. That's... something.

"Thanks," Tim says, accepting the can that floats into his hand. He pops it open and plops down on the couch on Kon's other side, so that he can be a sad pile of blankets in the middle of his two best friends, at least.

God, that haunted look in his eyes... Tim knows Clark is handling the lab, now that the kryptonite is gone, and that Clark is beyond pissed at what happened to Kon, but hell if Tim doesn't wish he could go back there and punch every single unethical white coat shithead in there that schemed, plotted, and lied in order to get Supernova alone just to poison, drug, and kidnap him for a wannabe Cadmus successor's next pet project. He went in thinking they needed help, and they betrayed him, took advantage of his kindness, and—

Okay. Getting pissed again won't help anything. Yes, seeing Kon out of his mind with terror in the midst of a flashback while injured and in pain earlier was agonizing, infuriating, and horrifying. No, dwelling on it won't help make Kon feel a little better right now.

Tim takes a breath.

"I'm not too hungry," Kon says, and god, his voice is still raw. Bart clearly hears it too, because he puts down his slice of pizza and turns to wordlessly snuggle into Kon's side. "Sorry. You brought it all this way, and..."

"Kon." Tim rests a hand on his shoulder. "If you don't wanna eat, don't force yourself. That's fine. It's not like it's gonna go to waste anyway. We've got Bart right here."

That at least makes Kon smile ever-so-slightly, just for a moment. But it fades far too fast, and he sighs, hangs his head, and stares down at the Zesti clasped in both his hands.

Bart lifts his head slightly and meets Tim's gaze again. The worry in his eyes hasn't lessened; Tim is sure his own face mirrors it. He's not sure he's ever seen Kon break down like that before, in all the years they've known each other.

"...People saw, didn't they?" Kon asks, his voice carefully neutral. He doesn't lift his gaze. "Bet someone recorded it. Now everyone knows their great hero Supernova starts screaming bloody murder 'cuz of a fucking needle. Is it trending on Twitter how pathetic I am yet?"

Bart's head flies up in rage. "Who cares about what they think?" he demands. "Even if it is, I don't care what anyone else thinks! I'd have been freaking out really bad too! Grife, Kon, what they did to you was fucked up, and it's not pathetic that you're not okay!"

Tim presses a little closer into Kon's side, hoping it'll ground him. Kon has always sought out touch when he's upset. Judging by the hesitant brush of TTK against his hip, it was a good call; emboldened, Tim reaches up and strokes a hand through his hair, too. "Bart's right. And also... it's not trending or anything. There was one recording, from the security system, but I got rid of it. And Oracle is on high alert for any duplicates that might crop up. It's not getting out. I promise."

"Oh." Kon lets out a slow breath. Some of the tension in his shoulders seeps away; somehow, curled into himself between them both, despite his stature and his broad shoulders, he seems small. "That's... good."

"Yeah!" Bart agrees. "And Tim and I are on high alert to sit on you for the rest of the week. Right, Tim?"

"Right," Tim agrees. Bart fist-bumps him; it brings another tiny smile to Kon's face. This one lingers.

"Okay." Kon finally, finally lifts his head. He glances first to Bart, then to Tim, and sighs, drawing the blanket a little more tightly about himself. "So long as you guys don't mind me being pathetic."

"Pffff, as if." Bart nudges him. "Besides, you used to wear Axe. That's way more pathetic than anything you're doing right now. And I still stuck around."

Another tiny smile. Tim mentally congratulates Bart. He slips his arm around Kon's waist, leaning into his side fully, and reaches for the box of pizza. "So, what were you playing before I got here?"

Bart lights up, grabs the controller, and launches into a delighted spiel about his game. Kon goes back to watching, and Tim settles in to quietly bask in both of their presence, stalwart in his resolve to protect Kon. They'll both take care of him. God knows he's always taken care of them when they've needed it.

And Tim won't call him out on it or anything, but when a piece of pizza levitates its way out of the box toward Kon's mouth, all the same, Tim can't help but smile.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

[comphetkoncass]

For the devotion prompts, maybe “You could put a knife to my throat and I wouldn’t flinch.”?

thank you for the prompt!! :0

timkon + fear gas <3

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The Titans Tower is still set to lockdown protocol. Just like it has been for the past eight hours.

Or -- more accurately, Red Robin's room is still set to lockdown protocol. Nobody in, nobody out, until Tim, still in full Red Robin costume and weaponry, deems himself safe.

It's driving them all nuts, really, not being able to check on their teammate. Their friend. But it's driving Kon nuts most of all, because he has the most guilt for why Tim felt the need to lock himself in there in the first place.

Kon's been doing rounds outside of Tim's door -- in plain view of the security camera, which might be doing just as much harm as good, depending on how much fear toxin is still in Tim's system. But Kon can't help it. He has to stay close, just in case.

In case of what, he's not sure. But he can't bring himself to leave Tim's side. Or, as close to his side as he can get, on the other side of a meta-proof door while Tim rides out the remnants of fear gas.

They got Tim the antidote, of course. But not without struggle, and not until hours and hours had passed with it already in Tim's system. And unfortunately, not without a fight that could have killed all of them, because Tim is a crafty, resourceful, paranoid bat, and he held his own against Kon, Cassie, and Bart combined.

In the end, Kon had to be the one to administer the antidote. Kon winces as he remembers holding Tim in place with TTK; as he remembers Tim's panic, his surety that he was going to die in Kon's arms. As bad off as Tim is right now, that's going to be haunting Kon's own nightmares for a while.

But in the here and now, Tim's heart rate has finally calmed down, well out of the danger zone. He's still in the throes of a panic attack until this new strain wears off, but it won't be deadly.

Kon just wishes that stupid fucking door would open.

Cassie was right to stop him from breaking in, or course. She'd informed him that Tim has every right to feel safe, to protect himself from real and imagined threats. That of course he was terrified, three metas had forced him down when Tim thought he was fighting for his life. Not to mention, Tim had been terrified of hurting them, too.

"Don't make me use this," he'd said, heart rabbit-fast as he held a hand over the lead box on his hip. The one containing kryptonite. "Don't make me use this on you, Kon, I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me do this, you have to snap out of it. Don't let Luthor win, he can't control you!"

Kon squeezes his eyes shut. Yeah. That will definitely be haunting his nightmares.

Logically, Kon gets it. It really is for the best, that Tim's locked himself in a safe place. Tim's afraid, and rightly so, of both being killed and having to hurt his friends. He deserves space to ride out his panic attack, even after getting the antidote. But Kon can't help it. He patrols close anyways, waiting for a signal, any signal, that Tim has come back to reality.

Kon can't help it any longer. He has to know.

He speaks directly into the security camera, knowing good and well Tim has speakers built in. That he's probably monitoring everything very, very closely.

"I promise I'm not here to hurt you," Kon says. "I don't know if you believe that yet, so I hope I'm not freaking you out more by being here. Just wanted to make sure you knew that."

There's no response from the speaker outside the door. Kon sighs.

He rests his fist gently on the door. He almost wants to knock, like he actually expects entry. "We're all just worried about you, and wanna make sure the antidote worked. No one's mad about the fight, we all know you were just trying to defend yourself from what you saw. Whatever you're feeling right now... I just want to be there for you, man. Fear toxin sucks ass. I hate that you're going through it alone. But if I'm freaking you out by staying so close, just tell me to leave and I will. I promise. But I'm not going anywhere until then."

The speaker still doesn't turn on. No acknowledgement that Tim even hears him.

Except, of course, for the tiniest of upticks in his heart-rate, followed by it slowing. Slowing, until it reaches just slightly-elevated levels. Kon's shoulders relax as he hears it. Tim might really be okay now, at least physically.

"Well. I just hope you feel better soon," Kon says. He splays his palm out against the cool metal, a bittersweet smile on his face. "Get some rest if you can, man. We'll be here when you're ready-"

"Don't go."

The speaker comes to life, a shaky, tinny voice coming from the overhead. Undeniably Tim, even if he sounds absolutely wrecked.

"Tim? You okay in there-?"

"Don't go," Tim says. Hoarse from screaming himself raw. God. A knot forms in Kon's stomach, but at least he has more proof Tim will be okay. He tries to focus on that. "Stay -- stay in view of the camera. So I can see you."

Kon's brows furrow.

He can't tell if that means Tim still suspects that he's going to hurt him or what.

"I can do that," he says. "I won't hurt you, though. I'll stay put, but even if I had to take a leak or something, I'm not- no one in this Tower is going to break in or hurt you, I promise."

"That's not-" Tim breaks off to take shallow breaths. Kon winces at the sound over the speakers, but wouldn't trade it for the harrowing silence of not knowing. "That isn't- I'm not afraid of you hurting me."

Kon's heart drops. So Tim is more wrecked from threatening his friends than from the terror of thinking they were here to hurt him. He doesn't care about his own safety, of course not. Tim's not thinking about how his hallucination showed him that Cassie joined Ares and wanted to conquer the world, starting with Tim. That Bart was a serial killer from the future sent to murder Tim -- something so far-fetched Kon doesn't even want to ask about it. Or that Conner was mind-controlled by Luthor. Again. But he puts on a brave face anyways, because no matter what, he has to be there for his friend.

"Well, that's good, because I'm not afraid of you hurting me, either," Kon says, voice even and matter-of-fact. His own hero voice. It's not as authoritative as Tim's Robin voice, but it's not bad, either. He's practiced enough, lately.

Tim's quiet for a long while, the speaker picking up on every shaky breath.

Then, finally.

"I had kryptonite ready for you. You should be afraid."

"Yeah. But you didn't use it then, and you definitely won't use it now," Kon says. "I trust you."

"But I-"

"Tim, buddy. Listen to me. You could hold a knife to my throat and I wouldn't flinch."

That, at least, gets a shaky laugh out of Tim. "You're invulnerable."

"A kryptonite knife, then." Kon looks up to the security camera and smiles ruefully, hand still pressed to the door. "I'll be here as long as you want. But whenever you want to open that door, I'll be there. I'm not afraid of you."

The speaker goes to static again as Tim struggles for words, still picking up only the sound of his friend's shaky breathing. Kon almost doesn't need super hearing to pick out his heartbeat through the door; he can almost hear the thump-thump-thump through the speaker itself.

But then, all too soon, it clicks off.

Kon wilts outside the door. His posture sags, and he's left wondering what he's said wrong this time, to make Tim shut down again. He reluctantly pulls his hand away from the door, ready to give Tim some distance and just walk a few laps in front of the camera instead.

But then, like a dream-

Click. Whoosh.

There's the press of a button, and the metal shutters over the door lift. Kon waits with baited breath, frozen until the door itself opens. Tim stands on the other side, absolutely soaked with sweat. His eyes are wild with still-dilated pupils, his knees shake so badly that he can barely stand, and he looks pale as death.

But though he looks like he's just gone another round with the Clench, he's still standing.

"I'm going to shower," Tim says, white-knuckling his grip on the doorway. His voice is only slightly less shaky than before. "Then I'm going to drink as much gatorade, water, and pedialyte as I can fit in my stomach without puking. And then I'm going to sleep."

Kon watches him a moment. Tim's expression is unreadable, but there's still panic inside of him. He's still definitely under some of the after-effects of the fear toxin.

"Okay," Kon says simply, watching him for a moment. "What can I do to help?"

Tim squeezes both hands into fists. He takes a shaky breath. Then, "You're going to watch the bathroom door while I shower. And you're going to have Bart drop off everything, especially the gatorade. The - the blue kind. And then you're going to stand guard while I sleep. And you're not going to call me paranoid for any of it." Tim swallows hard. "And then we're never going to talk about this ever again. Got it?"

Just like that, it breaks the spell. The tension of the last eight hours lifts.

"I can do that," Kon says simply. "Go shower. I'm right here."

It works. Tim's entire body sags, exhausted from being awake and terrified for so long. He lets out a single, shuddering sigh, then he nods, and pulls himself as upright as he can manage.

Then Tim spins on his heel and marches to the bathroom without another word.

Kon stands faithfully outside as promised, even as it fills up with an ungodly amount of steam. He can hear when Tim sits down in the shower -- when he starts to cry from the overstimulation of the past eight hours. When he pukes up what little is left in his stomach, then scrubs the vomit off his tongue with as much toothpaste as he can manage.

But when Tim emerges, all wet hair and clean clothes -- and Kon respectfully doesn't comment on the Impulse hoodie over a Superboy shirt and Wonder Girl sweats -- there's a little bit of color in his face again. He looks better. Not perfect -- but so much better than the fevered, terrified mess he'd been just hours ago.

Kon opens his arms for a hug, and Tim falls face-first into his chest.

As promised, there are fifteen bottles of assorted electrolytes are sitting in a massive pyramid on Tim's nightstand, courtesy of Bart. Cassie also took the initiative to drop off a weighted blanket, as well as Tim's phone, a charger, and a note promising that Batman wouldn't be calling to check on him for at least a day.

"I'm right here," Kon says, hand resting strong and steady against Tim's back. "You're okay. Everyone's okay."

Tim curls his fingers into Kon's shirt, and Kon thinks, for the first time in a while, that they both believe it.

[sburbian-sage]

Uh one of my coplayers just alchemized this fucking? Thing? I dont even know what its supposed to be

Its like if someone fed an 8 ball through a image corruptor

It also gave him something called artifact grist? Which I've just never even seen or heard of before?

Got this thing so shitty it's amazing and mildly horrifying

Being around it makes the metaphorical hair on the back of my neck raise so i can only assume its fucking with space (I'm a knight of space)

When you turn it it only shows like quarter sections? It's really hard to describe

Like it doesn't have a full shape it only changes when you reach a certain point while rotating it

Kind of like an old video game or something

Tried shaking it and it just said help me on the little triangle thing inside

This shits kinda scary

First, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. It's always fun seeing someone's first reaction to Artifact Grist. Get used to them, because they are really funny and there's literally no downside to making them (outside of "you have a 3D JPG now", which is it's own form of punishment).

Second, since you seem a bit confused, these types of items are made when you alchemize an item with a JPG-type item. Either a piece of paper with a printed photo that's been bitcrushed to hell, or a particularly low-res captchalogue ghost image. Either way, it makes not only the most low-quality janktastic version of that item, it even renders it as a item, creating something that is somehow simultaneously 2D and 3D. I can only imagine the reason why the 8ball is freaking you out so much is not only because it's a 3D object turned 2D somehow-still-an-object, but it contains other objects (despite being 2D and thus should have no volume) which are themselves 3D to 2D converts. That must be like nails on a chalkboard to Space players. It rules, doesn't it?

But yeah, they're basically worthless pieces of shit. They don't even cost anything, the game gives you Artifact Grist for making them, that's how bad it is (and I don't think it's even usable for anything, it's just there to take up space). The singular upside to these types of items is that it's like kryptonite to Zilly-type equipment. Of course, it's one thing to make an Artifact Sword or something, it's another thing entirely to wield it, considering it has the properties and dimensions of paper without actually resembling paper in any way. And ranged weapons either outright don't work, or the projectiles defy physics in horrifying ways and are guaranteed to hit anything but the thing it's pointing at.

[dilatorywriting]

so we heard ur thoughts on leona, but as a fellow vil lover, would u happen to have any thoughts on him being top/bottom or dom/sub 👀 i headcanon him as top bc he’s just so hands on, but either way, i don’t think i would survive seeing vil’s smirk much less any part of him in close proximity

Ooooooh I indeed have many thoughts 🌶️!

So like, I think we all can agree that Vil is a bit of a control freak (understatement of the year). Which lends itself to two very different directions! Because on one hand, I can see that making him very dominant and assertive. He knows what he wants, he knows how he wants it (and you), and he's going to get it. On the other hand, there's a reason there's that cliche around people who are super high-strung being a bit, erhm, opposite sometimes when it comes to bedroom activities. I think Vil would be a bit of a weird pseudo mix, because on one hand, his assertiveness does go hand in hand with a deep-seated fear of his own inadequacies, but on the other, he does seem to genuinely enjoy being in control. Like in every event/vignette etc he's in, he kicks ass, and seems to get plenty of smug satisfaction out of being able to do so. Like the fucking Bean Day Vil? You cannot tell me that's not a man who enjoys putting other people in their place lol So like that kind of counteracts the whole trope of 'oh control freaks often like to secretly be controlled/give up their obligations and power, and that's why they can be more submissive in the bedroom' thing, because it's not only that he's being controlling because he has to in order to maintain an image, but also because he very much enjoys being in charge. So the plot thickens.

But but but, I think he also would really like being praised -- not only being told he's the best, or lovely, or whatever other stereotypical garbage comes out in the bedroom. But like, full-out super sweet compliments about all of him. I think particularly if he was having a super shitty week, trouble with his work, Neige problems, etc. then he would more easily fall into the role of the one being coddled. Never in like a super subby way granted--or at least, he would be a big ol fucking brat. Very demanding, very petulant, very 'do better and do it the way I say.' Which in a way, like, still makes him the more dominant of the pair, I suppose? Because you could be the one hovering over him all you like, he'd still be the one giving the orders. Off of that, as someone who wants to prove himself, I think he'd be super pushy about making it a point to turn his partner into an absolute wreck. Because like, talk about an ego stroke. Particularly for someone like Vil who's obsessed with being the best, being able to completely take over someone's thoughts, emotions, physical state, all of it, until he's the only thing left--even if it's for only that short amount of time--I think would be like his absolute kryptonite. Particularly because sure his looks/appearence certainly play a part in his appeal, but like, this would be a lot about action, and the skills that he has worked to perfect. So like, all his validation needs? Met. Whole. 10/10.

So I suppose a TLDR on that whole chunk would be that positions and actions might vary, but I think at the end of the day, he's still very much the one in charge of things. Like, if he's being taken care of or in a more stereotypically submissive position, it's because he is allowing you to. I see him being very much Service Dom who's a bit softer than most at the end of the day (because he wants to be praised, be the best at everything, including this), and would be someone to demand or cajole the occasional spoiling, rather than letting himself be coddled into it.