#whats dis? ( OwO)

[ragnarokhound]

For the au ask game!

OKAY I wanted specifically to get to the pokemon au from the ask you sent, it's been cooking a bit so it's time to see what comes out of the oven, so... @azol-otl ty for the ask!

Crossover au's are all about the fused worldbuilding for me and speculating on how characters from universe A would fit into universe B heehee hoohoo - and for Batfam especially it's fun to think about the equivalent of their roles as vigilantes! What kind of people have the same level of celebrity, the same sideways seeking of justice?

Naturally this leads you to the gym leaders because a) it's the most fun and b) they are like. Quasi-law enforcement/educators/professional athletes depending on how you try to translate the innate child's perspective on the pokemon universe into something that makes sense as an adult lol ilu pokemon. [insert 'compels me though' gif here]

SO with this in mind, here's 5 fun facts (that are mostly backstory lmao) from a jaytim pokemon au I would write

I'm deeply ill about pokemon so this one goes under the cut lol:

Jason Todd used to be the Champion. He won the role after Dick Grayson quit a year or two before (Dick had been getting older and chafing under the League rules - meaning he'd been chafing under how Bruce ran the League) and was a fierce competitor who didn't believe in going easy on anyone. His Houndoom was a force to be reckoned with, and despite running a mostly Dark-type team, his Honchkrow cleaned up anyone thinking their Fighting-types could sweep. He looked after the League and Gotham with a cocky, self-assured attitude and the win record to back it up. .

Jason disappeared suddenly at the age of 15. Many assumed him dead, after a Rocket (Or whatever Gotham themed gang name we want to go with lol could be Team Joker) bombing in the area he'd last been seen, but he's officially declared missing. Bruce Wayne took back the duties of interim Champion as he once did for Dick Grayson, but he's not quite the mentor he once was. It's obvious he's grieving, and that he doesn't want to mentor any more twelve year olds. Dick signed up to be a Gym Leader shortly after this, returning from his trip about a year early to help out in the chaos following Jason's disappearance. .

Enter Tim Drake. Tim's gym challenge wasn't all that interesting in the circuit at first; he had a rocky start and had to retake a few gym challenges. He wasn't exactly sweeping on his first try every time like Jason had done. He didn't have the meteoric rise that caught the Champion's attention early, didn't get one-on-one mentorship or face-to-face meetings, cautionary advice and congratulations all rolled into one from Bruce Wayne himself - but Tim had patience and grit, and he paid attention. He was gunning for the Championship, and it wasn't just so he could prove himself. Team Rocket/Joker was still out there, and Bruce needed all the help he could get. He was always better for Gotham when he had a Robin. .

Dick had been nicknamed Robin for his all-Flying-type team and especially his Natu-then-Xatu; Jason followed up with his Murkrow-then-Honchkrow; Tim's Rookidee was one among many (Robin-esque pokemon were popularized by Dick and the trend remains through Tim's day) so he wasn't considered a possible Robin successor until it was a Corvisquire and he was about to face Dick Grayson himself, a badge away from Victory Road. By then, Tim and his team were a well-oiled machine (he runs mostly Steel-types lol but also Normal-types for the unexpected adaptability and the 'underestimate my rattata i dare you it's in the top peRCENTAGE--' of it all. FEAR.), and his loss-record had all but frozen while his win-record ticked higher and higher. .

Shit finally goes down about three years after Tim has become Champion and all but bullied Bruce into mentoring him (he basically said 'if you don't watch me, i'll go find Team Rocket/Joker on my own' and triggers all of Bruce's child endangerment traumas simultaneously) and the mysterious Rocket/Joker leader Red Hood shows up, bringing the gang out of the shadows in pursuit of a hidden agenda. Identity shenanigans and "wait is that a Houndoom? But he's only been using Ghost-types, it CAN'T be..." and heel-face turns abound. .

(BONUS FACT: Something something, Jason went into deep cover with Looker or whoever he is, that Interpol guy from X & Y (WAIT. LOOKER MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TALIA AL GHUL IN THIS AU HOHOHO), infiltrating the Rocket/Joker gang and going public as Red Hood is the first step in the last phase of the sting. Cue a million tense Jaytim interactions in which Tim is legitimately trying to take Red Hood down and Jason desperately tries to shake him so that he doesn't do anything that forces Jason to blow his cover. There is at least one 'tugged into a tight space to hide them both from the actual bad guys, "wait, did you just HELP me...?" "Think whatever you want, babybird"' interaction because I am a slut for the first sprinkles of a redemption arc that is rife with UST fufufu)

[zantedeschia-praesul]

Continuing Where @kowaindar0u Left Off: x

Yagen doesn't say anything, just lets Fudou talk the whole entire time despite his remark about him being dense in certain aspects.

He thinks it's rather amusing that Fudou would straight up call him that.

Of course the tantou has always been observant for the most part, seeing some of their comrades expressing certain degrees of affection for one another (moreso the ones exchanged between their master and a certain Shinsengumi sword). Sometimes he catches himself observing it in a way a scientist would, and it's rather...worrisome, sometimes.

To be fair, maybe this is why he takes longer to register that Fudou just straight up flirted with him--or attempted to, given his constant lack of sobriety. But Yagen thinks Fudou doesn't necessarily need to do that to gain his affection.

But it was a good attempt, still. And he does make a good point.

So Yagen just smiles, almost wistfully, and nods.

"Thank you, Fudou. Maybe you're right...there are some things that I'm not too smart in... I still think your attempt was cute, though."

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Yo bestie i posted gwen fanart as a gift for u on my page bc I cant send pics on anonymous <33

~@yourlocal-edgelord

OHH??? 👀👀

[hazbintales]

I'm doing an all nighter and all dayer i guess? let's see if I can empty out my inbox lmao. wish me luck on no sleep! i haven't done an all nighter and all dayer since... since like i was much younger. but gotta get my sleep back to normal by tomorrow night and gotta take my adhd medication in the morning which will probably keep me up again anyways.

[makostarz]

three edls. THREE EDLS-

(1st one belongs to @labratgurlz , middle one belongs to @idiot-mage-cloudie , last one belongs to me :> )

[warning-explosive-materials]

I'm dying so not complicated art but here are my moods

Hehe

[clover-the-awesomest]

Oh?

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[the-s1lly-corner]

can we please get hc on Brahms and reader watching a horror movie? oWo

Brahms x reader watching a horror movie

No thoughts today

Notes: reader is GN, unspecified movie

CWs: none

hes desensitized to blood and most gore but i dont think he would be all that fond about other concepts or jumpscares- he hasnt really been exposed to much thanks to living in the walls of his home!

funny considering what hes done, but he might actually hate horror movies- he finds himself clinging onto you when things get tense in the film

of course some of that is just him clinging onto you because he wants to

listens to any theories you make while watching the movie, no need to worry about being shushed! you two are watching the movie in the comfort of your own home

he could never shush you, in most... scenarios at least.. he likes listening to your voice.. in fact he wishes he could listen to it all day everyday

but getting back on track, he would get understandably mad at any dumb choices any of the characters make in the film

do not try to entertain him with the "what if we were in a horror movie and-" questions, hes always going to default to saying hes just going to murder the killer/monster in the film- both to save himself and to save you

goes silent if you bring up a hypothetical "what if im already dead" question

he does not like the concept of you leaving, even if its because youve died, he doesnt care if its a hypothetical its still something that he thinks about

on a lighter note, he does enjoy some of the snacks you bring or make for the movie night! expect him to ask for you to make more in the future

[anystalker707]

a treat for a treat

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, afab] Reader Summary: Reader is a little insecure about the weight they've been gaining from being pampered by Sanji, but he makes sure his lover feels loved Tags: ☆ transmasc friendly / ☆ chubby reader / loving and sweet / eating out (reader receiving) / thigh fucking / tummy, thighs, ass squeezing / mention of chest, cunt and pussy, but still gender neutral

Requested by @faglegsanji ["hiiii!! would you be open to write sanji x ftm!reader who is chubby (from enjoying all the treat sanji makes for him) and insecure about it? with some soft nsfw body worship and lots of sweet talk and nicknames? thank you!!! (owo)/~"]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji always made too much food, and how could you possibly not eat some of everything he prepared? It was torture, in a good sense. Moreover, Sanji had certainly been preparing more food after noticing your love for his work—you’d absentmindedly mention certain food when talking with the others and have it in front of you within minutes.

Your reflection seemed a little more pudgy as you stood in front of the body mirror while changing into more comfortable clothes for the day, noticing how your shirt clung to your skin more than usual. Damn Sanji. 

“Mon amour,” Sanji called in that sweet voice, twirling as he walked in and made his way over to you with a tray in hand, with what looked like a glass of juice on top of it. “For the prettiest one, ever.” He lowered the tray in front of you, making your heart flutter at the same time you groaned.

“Sanji… I swear,” you breathed, taking the glass.

“What, cœur? That you love me?”

The words you died on your tongue as you scoffed and shook your head before taking a sip of the juice. It was heavenly, as always. “You’re— Nngh, what are you doing to me? I’m getting all chubby,” you mumbled with a sigh, and your cheeks grew warm when Sanji chuckled lightheartedly, setting the tray on the desk.

“Mhm, and what’s so bad about it? It means you’re eating well,” Sanji said as he moved to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “That I’m taking care of you very well,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, ignoring how you glared at him, cheeks red. “You’re shaped like a deity, mon amour, absolutely celestial, I don’t see what you’re complaining about.”

A sigh escaped your lips, and you put the now-empty glass aside, furrowing your eyebrows at Sanji. “I don’t know. Some clothes aren’t even fitting anymore!”

“C'est malheureux!” Sanji said with phony sadness while walking around you and cupping your cheeks so that he could pepper your face with kisses, compelling your heart to flutter. His goatee and mustache tickled your skin, but you were somewhat used to it already. “Then we might as well just buy you new clothes, miel, ones that suit you well, comfortable ones,” he said simply. “I would love to go with you buy new clothes and help you choose what looks better on you.” His hands landed on your waist as he leaned in, kissing your cheek, almost kissing down your neck, while your hands met his shoulders.

“No, but… Sanji, I shouldn’t be gaining weight…” It sounded like a small whine, almost muffled by the love that Sanji smothered you with.

Sanji scoffed lightly, confusion lacing his features. “Well, I don’t see any bad in it. You’re enjoying good food, you’re exercising, since we are always on the run, you’re healthy… Then what’s there to worry about? You’re still looking as beautiful as ever if that’s what you might be wondering. I love you no matter what, so you shouldn’t worry about it as well,” he said casually.

Sanji’s lips pressed to yours in a soft kiss before you could say anything else, making the words escape your grasp, replaced by his tender love. “I love every single curve, mon chou,” Sanji whispered against your lips, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he trailed kisses down the side of your neck. “Can I show you? I want to kiss every inch of you, mon ange,” he said, dropping sweet words between kisses as he held you close to himself. His hands trailed down lower, grasping the fat of your ass to pull you even closer, pressing your body flush against him. 

Sanji knew how to make you melt so easily that it was almost shameful, snatching soft little sounds from you while he covered your skin with kisses. “I need you, mon amour. May I? Please?” He pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes, with such an enamored gaze…

Everything Sanji did to you was laced with love, from how he looked at you to how his hands slid along your body while removing your clothes. Adoration dripped from Sanji’s touches when he groped your tummy, thighs, chest, ass, appreciating every curve, wordlessly demonstrating his care and affection for every inch of you.

Sanji only took his clothes off because he knew you enjoyed the sight of his body, the feel of touching his body, it is. Otherwise, he would’ve kept his clothes on because the spotlight belonged to you and only you for the time being. His hands settled on your hips, gently compelling you to step back until the bed hit the back of your legs, and he let go of you so that he could guide you over the mattress, climbing on top of you.

Your back had barely hit the mattress, and Sanji’s lips were already all over your chest, kissing over wherever he could while his hands held firmly onto your waist, facial hair tickling your skin. He cherished the skin with loving kisses that intercalated with nipping and love bites, leaving faint marks on your body as he descended, slowly.

The kisses on your chest sent shivers down your spine, contributing to the feeling stirring in your lower stomach and tingling between your legs, making you squirm under him. Sanji’s focus was unwavering, the pleasure continued despite how your fingers tangled with his hair or sank into his shoulder—his lips kept latched around your nipple, tracing and sucking on it as he slowly adjusted himself between your legs. Sparkles ran down your body when Sanji’s teeth sank into your nipple lightly, almost making the throbbing between your legs unbearable.

“Sanji,” you gasped in a whiny moan.

“Mon chou, you’re irrésistible,” he moaned in response, nuzzling the middle of your chest before his lips trailed lower, holding eye contact for a few seconds.

Sanji wanted to do a lot of things at once, please you in every way he was able to, hence he could barely organize his thoughts. He kissed your tummy softly, sometimes nipping on the soft skin, just because he loved how you squirmed whenever he did so. Still, Sanji was surprised with the way you reacted when he nipped on your hip, his hands holding your thighs firmly to prevent you from squirming—or at least trying to.

“You’re so sensitive, mon amour.” Sanji’s breath tickled your skin. “Has it really been that long since I last touched you like this?” He pressed his face to your skin, pampering it with kisses and nipping as he adjusted your thighs over his shoulders. His fingers sank into the plump skin, holding it tightly, as his lips trailed soft kisses along your inner thigh. His eyes locked on your pussy, and the fact you were so aroused, so wet, all for him made Sanji’s cock twitch painfully against the mattress. This wasn’t about him, either way.

Sanji’s eyes looked for yours, but he soon gave up, more satisfied that you were too lost in the haze of the moment to bring yourself to look down at him. He watched your knuckles turn white around the bedsheets while his kisses and nips got closer to the pool of arousal between your legs, holding onto your trembling thighs firmly.

A moan spilled from your lips as soon as Sanji’s tongue dipped between your folds, testing your wetness, tasting you, just experimentally at first, testing the pace he’d need to take things so that it’d last. Not to mention how he’d need to balance it with his own hunger.

The feeling of Sanji’s warm tongue running from your entrance to your clit and then down again was more than enough to have you arching your back deliciously, slowly getting used to the pleasure that Sanji gave you. His tongue was skilled, knowing all your sensitive spots already. Sanji was a good lover—he’d always made sure to learn whatever gave you pleasure, ever since you two got together, and he never failed.

The very same hunger from the beginning was still present whenever he pleasured you, no matter how many times he’d done that. Desire seeped from Sanji’s motions as he mouthed at your pussy, licking and drinking up the arousal that’d pooled there from all the foreplay. He hummed softly, feeling your pussy throb under his lips, motivating him to keep going.

“Mmph, mon amour,” Sanji intended to say, but it all came out as muffled nonsense that only heightened your pleasure because of the vibrations against your cunt.

Sanji’s name left your lips in a breathy moan while your thighs shook, and you really hadn’t been able to do much at the same time you received such a treatment. Thoughts escaped your grasp, clouded by the pleasure, making you forget what you were doing standing in front of the mirror earlier, looking at yourself with such indignation that now didn’t even make sense.

Your clit was swollen under Sanji’s tongue as it pressed flat against the nub before tracing it, giving attention to all the right spots that compelled your thighs to sandwich Sanji’s face, ankles locked behind his back. If anything, he loved every second of it, closing his eyes in delight once he started sucking on your clit.

Every nip, kiss, suck and lick felt measured to please you just the way Sanji intended to, with nothing by chance. He kept you on the edge of a growing bliss, fingers sinking into the fat of your thighs to keep you in place so that he could mouth at your pussy hungrily. He nipped on the outer labia to give you a break, but it felt like nothing, soon with his lips sealed around your clit again before his tongue was pushing into your entrance.

“Nngh, San— J-Ji—” You could barely say it through the gasp that escaped your throat with a louder moan. Your back arched against the mattress, and you really couldn’t keep yourself from rocking your hips against his mouth for more friction. A certain tension was starting to bubble in your lower stomach, fueling the urgency you felt. Your fingers hooked in Sanji’s hair, tugging at the blonde strands, and he moaned against your cunt again, mouthing at it with more enthusiasm.

Sanji’s tongue worked against your clit in an almost overwhelming way, compelling your legs to twitch as your eyes rolled back, and your vision nearly went blank before his attention went back to your entrance. A muffled sound came from Sanji as he ran his tongue flat against your entrance before fucking you with his tongue, nose pressing against your clit, moaning when his hair was tugged again—the pain just managed to make his cock twitch, aching for more. His hands ran up and down your thighs before going upwards to hold onto your hips, squeezing the plump skin that he loved so much.

Fighting the urge to pull Sanji closer was impossible, but he didn’t seem to mind as you did it, tugging on his hair and pressing his face more to your pussy when your orgasm hit you. Your eyes pressed shut as your thighs quivered, sandwiching Sanji’s head, and he kept feasting on you happily, his hold on your hips tight enough to leave behind red marks, but he really needed to keep you in place while drinking up your release and making it last for as long as possible.

The mess was the least of Sanji’s worries about pleasing you; his soaked mustache and goatee, the mix of cum and spit that trailed down his chin and smeared around his lips, all of that was meaningless as he sucked on your clit until you were on the edge of overstimulation.

Your legs had gone limp when Sanji pulled away, gently letting the rest on the mattress so that he could sit up, rolling his shoulders and moving his jaw from side to side as he did so. The sight of your blissful face was like heaven for him, in a way he needed to take a while to observe and drink in every detail of your expression and of your body, from head and down.

Nonetheless, Sanji still had an aching problem between his legs to be taken care of, and he couldn’t expect it just to go away, nor could he force anything upon your overwhelmed form. He groaned as he looked down, observing your thighs before he held your legs together, an arm hooked under your knees.

“Tu es divine, mon amour,” Sanji moaned, biting his lip. The slick that coated your legs was just enough for his cock to slip smoothly between your inner thighs, and he couldn’t help but groan. Your eyes met his, with pleasure still hazy in your gaze, and he felt his cock twitch, hopelessly cumming across your tummy, some of his cum smearing between your thighs. He had come so fast, barely touched, and he felt the shame burning inside his chest—he moved and leaned in to pepper soft kisses across your face and down your neck, hoping to redeem himself. “Sorry, mon ange, I—”

Sanji’s words were replaced by a hum when your lips pressed to his, your hands cupping his cheeks, and he slowly melted into the kiss. “Give me more, Sanji, please,” you mumbled between kisses, and all he could do was nod.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[zantedeschia-praesul]

"Yeah. You here with me."

Real smooth there, Mutsu.

"Ya didn't think I'd let you go off and not have these with me, do ya?"

Mutsunokami patted the spot next to him with his other free hand. "Sit with me, yeah? I just realized that...I haven't been able to properly talk to ya these days. Either I'm here but Aruji sent ya to expeditions, or y're here while I'm out on dispatch missions. Iunno why but y're kinda elusive too, y'know?"

He was already about halfway through his bun as he stretched out his legs a bit. "We can talk if you wanna, or ya can sit with me and enjoy the view. Either way, I still like having ya around, y're not botherin."

Sunao's hands clasp together in delight at the other's enthusiastic reaction. There truly is nothing quite like having another person enjoy one's cooking-- it is perhaps his favorite way to share joy, after all.

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it! Ah, it's so simple, really--" He humbly waves a hand in dismissal. "They practically make themselves. All I do is put the different textures together, and they do all the work. But, I wrote down the recipe for these, since they turned out well, so we can definitely have them again sometime."

He realizes now that at this point he is more or less just here watching the other toudan eat, and he doesn't want to impose.

"Ah-- well, I just wanted to stop by and make sure you were able to get some of those. I'll be out of your hair now, unless you need anything else?"

[ragnarokhound]

"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

[thatpikmin]

OwO what’s dis? A new Against all gods drawing???

YES IT IS

[demonic0angel]

How's your wrist? OwO.

I made spirit Halloween angst... Thou shall do it too! >:33 if you can provide ofcourse :DD

(My wrist is feeling better lmao, how’s your thumb? 😭 I think I’ll get back to drawing in a day or two? Also, heheh, some Spirit Halloween angst >:))

Bruce was choking back tears as he held onto Jason.

His Jason. His poor, brave, wonderful Jason.

The tattered remains of Jason’s Robin costume fell apart in his hands as Bruce clutched at his son, holding him tighter and somehow hoping that maybe, just maybe, it would make him breathe again. He looked at his son’s face through teary vision and sobbed as Jason didn’t move, black and purple bruises and burns spreading across his skin.

Footsteps sounded nearby and Bruce turned, eyes wide as his breath hitched.

His lover, Danny, stared at them both. His expression was eerily and stonily blank. He looked furious.

“… I see you didn’t heed my warning,” Danny said. He strode closer, eyes falling to Jason’s limp body.

“… and I see that Jason has paid the price for it.” He crouched and gently stroked the rough skin underneath Jason’s closed eyes.

“Danny,” Bruce croaked, “can’t you fix this? Please? J-Jason, he—”

Danny took Jason into his arms. Bruce was barely able to let him go, hesitantly releasing his son into Danny’s embrace. He was tiny, so little. Danny gave a kiss to his curly hair and stood up, pulling away from him. Bruce’s eyes widened and he immediately blurted out, “What?”

“I’ll revive him and heal him,” Danny said, and how had Bruce not realized that Danny’s voice had remained emotionless throughout? “But you won’t get to see him as your son again.”

“No! Danny, please!” He tried to stand up, but Danny was already moving, a relentless and steady force as he cradled Jason’s body.

“I told you,” Danny hissed, “that you and Jason would go through a trial of faith. The both of you needed to trust each other and reconcile. You failed it and now he’s dead. And it’s your fault!” His voice rose at the end, laced with a burning venom that Bruce had never heard from his lover before.

Bruce choked back another sob. His heart seemed to be squeezing painfully in his chest, as if he couldn’t breathe. “No… please…”

“Jason didn’t need to die. He didn’t need to come here either. If you had reassured him, if you had watched over him properly, our son wouldn’t have died!” Danny shouted. He held Jason even closer, glaring at Bruce. His posture was defensive, as if he expected Bruce to lash out and pounce on him.

Bruce sobbed. He reached out futilely. He suddenly felt like that eight year old boy again, helpless to the sight of losing his family. For the first time in a long time, he felt small and weak. “Please… please don’t take him away.”

“These are the consequences, Bruce. I’ll heal him. But he won’t be your son again.”

And with that, Danny turned and left, leaving Bruce in the ruined remains of a crumbling, burning life.

[ophelia-bloodletting]

OwO what's dis it's a tummy tuesday post with a bit of spice :3

@xenasaur @lilithtransrights @k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl @glowingemberz @traaansfem @godless-of-the-hunt @slimebot-puppygirl

[makostarz]

wow you guys are talented :oo

here's the link btw

meanwhile me with my 3 doodles to my name lol:

those last 2 go together lol