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#j this is not for you its for me and there will be more so dont ask questions okay im fine
m4tthewsgf · 22 hours
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Moonlight (prologue)
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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x y/n
A story where a boy who is terrified of love lays his eyes on a girl who's determined to save everyone else, but herself.
Warnings: slight cursing and mention of blood
Author's note: it's been a while since I've written something so this is actually quite exciting. this prologue is detrimental to the story, so pls do not skip it!!!!
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“John, come on! We're gonna miss it!” I tugged on my older brother's hand with anticipation. Even though my 15 year old body held just as much strength, it was still enough to make him stumble.
“Okay Little Bear, just give me a second, m’kay?” he looked down at me with a soft smile.
“Okay, but hurry! This only happens-”
“Every 20 years, I know” he chuckled and I scoffed. Obviously he knew, he was the one who told me that.
“Just let me grab my telescope and we'll be ready to go,” John reassured me while I impatiently strolled through our small living room.
It had been 3 years since dad left us to live with his new family and things were tough. Mom has been a wreck and started drinking consistently ever since the day he left, John has been working two jobs since my mother was jobless and I have been taking care of her and the house, as well as going to school everyday and trying to keep my grades as high as possible. I taught myself how to cook and clean. I made sure my mom and brother had something to eat, even if it was just a sandwich. I had to take care of them as much as I could. Especially my mom. She was heartbroken and I couldn’t bear seeing her like that. Even though she didn’t like me, for some reason I never got to understand, I couldn’t just let her rot. She may did not care about me, but I couldn’t not care about her. She was my mom, afterall.
I quickly glanced over at the black couch where she laid. A small smile appeared on my lips as I observed her state; the way she looked so calm and relaxed in her sleep, probably the calmest I've seen her in a while, the way she hugged that bottle of whiskey like her life depended on it. She hugged it as if it was her child; with so much protection and guardiance. My smile faded. The more I looked at the way she clinged onto that damn bottle, the more I felt like crying. I dozed off. I hadn't felt my mother's embrace in years. I was kind of getting jealous of that bottle. Why did that liquid that tasted just like poison matter more than I ever did to her? Why is it so important to her? How does one become a liquid? Maybe if I was one, she would then need me. She would then see me. She would then love me.
“Ready?” my brother thankfully interrupted my troubling thoughts. He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me jump a little at the sudden touch, and a concerned look creeped into his face once he saw my teary eyes.
“Hey, what's wrong?” he worried.
“I'm okay, J, just dozed off for too long. Let's go!” I faked a smile and finally dragged him out of the much suffocating house that did not feel at home.
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Long Island was truly beautiful at night. From the hill we were at, the Montauk Lighthouse could be seen, as its bright light lit up the dark, scary sea. But that didn't matter at the time. I could visit the lighthouse whenever I wanted to, whereas I couldn't see the Jupiter and Saturn conjunction again for another 20 years minimum.
I laid my soft, warm blanket on top of the freshly wet grass and sat on it with anticipation and excitement while I watched my brother put together the telescope. Once he did and tested it, he motioned me to walk over him which I did instantly.
“You should be able to see them here…” he trailed off as he adjusted the scope for me a couple of times before letting go.
“Can you? Can you see them?” John asked me.
“Wait, no. Let me just- Oh my god, I see them!”
“Really? Let me see, move!” he practically shoved me into the ground out of excitement, throwing me into a couple of rocks that ended up scratching my knee deeply.
“Ouch!” I hissed and quickly brought my injured leg towards my chest.
“Holy shit I can actually- shit, y/n/n” my brother turned his attention to me when he heard my screech, his enthusiasm long gone once he was met with a bloody knee of mine.
“Fuck, sorry kid, I didn't mean to hurt you” he quickly apologised and whipped the red liquid with his shirt.
“I have some stuff in the car, Imma go bring them real fast” he announced, but I stopped him before he could get up from the ground.
“J, it's okay. It's just a scratch” I groaned.
“Y/n, this is not just a scratch, it's deep. It will probably scar, I have to disinfect it” he argued, but I didn't care.
“You'll disinfect it later. Now, sit your ass down and enjoy this moment with your sister” I playfully slapped his shoulder and chuckled. I was in pain, but I just didn't pay any attention to it. That moment, at that hill, with that exact night sky was all I could pay attention to. These, and the person who was sitting right next to me.
“Oh look, there’s Aquila!” I excitedly told him and pointed at the constellation.
“You remember,” he chuckled after nodding his head.
“Of course I do, it’s your favourite,” I rolled my eyes at him. How could he even think I had forgotten?
“Do you know why it’s my favourite?” he challenged me and I smirked.
“Because it’s an eagle. Eagle is your favourite animal” I smiled, pleased.
“Damn, you really do listen,” he laughed and patted my head. I huffed with fake annoyance and turned my head to admire the rest of the stars, trying to find the rest of the constellations I was reading about. Silence took over us, until I decided to speak again.
“I love it when we do this” I smiled at him and he looked over at me.
“I love it too, kiddo. Sorry about your knee” he apologised once again and I shook my head.
“Well, if I'm being honest, I think some ice cream would totally make it better,” I joked and batted my lashes at him playfully.
“Oh I bet it would,” he scoffed but still laughed at my tactics.
I truly did love this. Everything about it. I loved how the autumny slight cold breeze grazed my skin, how the brown, dried out leaves cracked when I stepped on them, how I could finally drink hot beverages and wear my knitted sweaters. I loved how the stars that aligned on the eternal darkness that made up the night sky reminded me of my insignificance, of how nothing actually matters in this world. I loved how I could feel my brother's warmth and kindness only when it was just the two of us, doing the things we both loved and were passionate about.
But at the same time, the same way the night’s bright ornaments reminded me of my insignificance, they also made me actually remember it. Yes, nothing mattered, but so did I. I didn't matter. I didn't know if I could be someone who mattered. Maybe if I was someone or something else, I would matter. Perhaps an injured dog or cat who’s looking for a home, the president's wife, a bottle of whiskey…
That goddamn bottle of whiskey.
“Do you think if I was a bottle of whiskey, mom would need me?” I whispered almost inaudibly under my breath. I didn't know why I said that out loud, but I did, and I hoped that John didn't hear. However, when I heard him sigh deeply, I knew that he did and I mentally cursed myself.
“I know that mom’s approval is something you crave. And I know it hurts you a lot because you're not getting it,” he looked into my eyes, “But I also want you to know that you are enough just the way you are. I love you just the way you are and you matter a lot to me, just the way you are. Whenever you feel like you're insignificant, just remember this moment right here,” he pointed towards the ground, “See the moon?” he asked me. I nodded.
“As long as this bright, floating ball shines, you're not alone. As long as the moonlight shines, you're not unseen or unknown. You are just as important as the moonlight and as long as you shine, you'll never not be enough” John concluded with a loving smile and a soft voice. His eyes scammed all over my face trying to examine my features for any signs of self doubt that he wasn't able to erase from my internal conflict, but he was unable to find any.
Not because there wasn't any left, but because I knew how to mask it.
I flashed him a grateful smile. If I didn't have him, I wouldn't be able to survive. He was my rock. He was the person who showed me how love actually felt like, and I couldn't be more thankful for him. As long as I had him, everything would be okay.
“I love you, John” I muttered and engulfed my big brother into my arms. He responded quickly by wrapping his own around my clothed back.
“I love you more, Little Bear” he whispered against my hair and planted a kiss on the top of my head.
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j0kers-light · 3 days
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His Lighthouse: Coordinates to Home (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
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Coordinates to Home - Oneshot
KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!
In light of this post, I give you Joker with tattoos! Don't tempt me, cuz I’ll write it! I did not use this mini oneshot to stall writing the next chapter. I had to get this out of my head and onto digital paper before I lost it my marbles. Child I literally wrote this at my desk so I apologize if there’s anything errors. I hope you enjoy!
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You had to be seeing things because there was no way Joker, of all people, had a tattoo.
It didn’t make sense given that tattoos were so unique. They were used to identify people for crying out loud! Was he really that careless? You found it hard to believe that J would have one given his illegal (and wanted) status in the world.
Unless.. he acquired them before becoming The Joker. If so, you had to know what it was!
For a moment you thought it was just a trick of the light. Another blemish, for a monument to his hard life was etched onto his skin already. What was another mark to a man like Joker?
Old scars, deep battle wounds, and one gnarly area below his rib cage, ‘a bomb gone wrong’ he told you, made identifying the possible tattoo difficult. It just blended in with his silvery skin.
Additionally, you had to pretend that you weren’t intrigued less Joker would feel your gaze and thwart your attempts. He had come a long way to be confident with his body, more so around you.
In the beginning, he didn’t remove his clothes at all if you were nearby. Now Joker practically walked around nude. You definitely weren’t complaining yet this was the first time you looked at him in great detail.
What could you say? When Joker took off his clothes, your mind quickly became… distracted.
It was a peaceful morning with the sun pouring in through the windows and Gotham had yet to begin its corruption. Not like it ever took a break.
You and Joker were safely tucked away in the comfort of your bed.
J was knocked out, flat on his stomach, and for once you woke up before him. It was rare to see Joker asleep, so you took the opportunity to admire your lover while it lasted.
The stress of his title was far removed from his features. His face was bare of any greasepaint and surprisingly his hair wasn’t dyed its signature green. J had promised not to color it when around you, thus his natural sun kissed hair was askew all over the sheets.
A gentle smile curled the corner of his scarred lip, and the sight made you copy the action. Joker looked at peace.
Any other morning you would’ve counted his freckles or kissed his nose—today you were on a mission.
Joker was an extremely light sleeper, causing you to move with caution until you straddled his lower back. There you had full access to view his most vulnerable side. A ray of sunlight hit Joker just right and you held back a sigh, seeing all the pain he endured over the years.
Some other time you would kiss them one by one.
Your fingertips grazed the site where you first caught a glimpse of his potential tattoo.
And much to your surprise, a sentence in a language unfamiliar to you was written out in red ink. It almost blended with his skin and if you weren’t intentionally looking, you would’ve never found it.
“Everything burns.”
You jumped hearing Joker’s sleep filled voice recite the text. He turned his head toward you, groggy from sleep but still handsome as ever. Right now, he resembled a grumpy cat deprived of sleep.
You had the decency to be guilty. “I didn’t mean to wake you, J. G-Go back to sleep.” You whispered.
Fat chance of that happening.
Once Joker was up, it would take an act of congress to get him back asleep. Both of you knew that. He yawned and rolled onto his back, extending a hand to hold your hip steady during the position change.
“J… I’m so sorry for waking you. I know you’re exhausted from last night and…”
Why were you still talking? The damage was already done.
“Hush Bunny.” Joker blinked away the last of his sleep to finally rest his eyes on you. Being woken up this early was worth it if this was the reward.
You bathed in the morning sun, gazing down at him like a deity. How did he get so lucky? His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips, as he hummed.
“Mm. I got such a errr curious little Bunny. Did ya find what you were uhh, looking for?”
The sound of his voice so early in the day should honestly be illegal— but you shook your head clear to focus. Now was not the time to be horny.
You did in fact find what you sought out for, but its discovery only opened more questions.
“What language is it in and.. um why use red ink?” You asked.
How did he get access to ink? Was the tat written his native tongue? And it was so tiny, no bigger than your index finger in length. Who can tattoo that small? Joker could see the swarm of questions buzzing in your head.
“Now, now Bunny. Tattoos are powerful messages! Red ink is perfect for uh hiding them in plainnn sight. Why, you’ve seen everyyy inch of me doll and you didn’t notice it.” He stopped to smirk, “Or the others.”
Your bunny ears perked up, “Others?”
Joker thought you were the cutest. He could see every emotion you displayed in real time. He winked at you.
You neglected the fact that Joker didn’t fully answer your question. You were on the hunt for the others. Joker hissed when your cold hands came in contact with his chest but chuckled at his bunny’s avid curiosity.
“You won’t find them like this, my Light. Be a dear and move?” He playfully bucked his hips, causing you to lose your balance.
“Oh!” You fell over and watched as Joker sat up and presented his back to you. It was an honor indeed and you kissed J’s cheek for the amount of trust he gave you.
You hardly saw his back given it was a sore spot for him. But sure enough, the sun’s gaze illuminated his skin for your search, and you saw it all.
Joker inhaled and your eyes dropped down to a patch of skin in wonder. “It’s white ink!” You gasped, “I never seen white before..”
You found a set of dates (no surprise, missing the year), a line of coordinates, another phrase in the same looking foreign language, and an exaggerated smiley face but in black ink. Each little gem was a rabbit’s hole into Joker’s character. You were almost afraid to touch them, it didn’t seem real.
He spun around to kiss you, but you wouldn’t be distracted.
In between kisses and gasps for air you asked, “What do they all mean?” It was your turn to shiver when Joker’s hands came in contact with your body. He was removing your night shirt when he huffed in irritation.
“Do they neee~eeed to have a meaning Y/n?” He pulled back to let you moan out in want. His hands were making it difficult to string sentences together.
“N-No but..” you wavered, and J used your hesitation against you.
“But nothing.”
He pushed you down on the bed and grinned at the hazy look in your eye. You wanted this too. Joker rubbed your knees until you got the message and parted your legs for him.
Joker slotted himself in the space you created and guided you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your hands traveled up his shoulder blades and down to where you now knew his tattoos resided.
With each mind-numbing kiss, you worked hard to memorize every bump and ridge. You weren’t letting this go. If Joker wouldn’t tell you, you’d find out for yourself.
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This was dangerous and probably one of the dumbest things you ever did.
Joker was out terrorizing Gotham City tonight, leaving you home alone and burning with curiosity. It was safe to say that you were obsessed.
J gave you plenty of chances to study the grooves of his tattoo with all the sex he instigated. It didn’t matter that you had to learn it backwards, you needed to know what his tattoos meant! You drew what you could duplicate in your notebook and hoped it was correct.
At first you were confused. Joker’s tattoo resembled Braille with its raised font; however, one engine search later found that prison tattoos or ones of lesser value, were not the best and scarred the flesh worse than a professional.
Joker’s tattoos were literally carved into his skin. His threshold for pain was a cause for concern.
After shivering in disgust, you opened a latitude and longitude finder and started entering the coordinates by trial and error.
You were excited to learn more about Joker even if your methods were a bit unconventional. Perhaps it was his old childhood home or the town where he was born! The coordinates were next to tiny Roman numerals for a date, so you assumed that was the meaning behind his tattoos.
Something this important on a man like Joker was bound to be epic.
He certainly went to great lengths to keep it concealed. It was located on his back, in white ink, and no bigger than three to four inches in diameter. Whatever it was, you would solve it.
You were biting your lip in anticipation when the map completed its search. The results shocked you. “Huh? That’s…”
“Home.”
You screamed upon hearing Joker right behind you. He had a habit of sneaking up on you, but today took the cake.
“Joker what are you doing here?! You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were staying in Amusement Mile tonight?!”
He ignored all your panic induced questions to focus on your computer. A GPS tracker had finalized its results and dropped a pin smack dab on your apartment. He glanced at your notebook where your handwriting matched the tattoos on his back.
His Light was too curious for her own good.
“If ya want-ed to know.. you could’ve asked me, Y/n.”
“Oh! I know you lying!” You asked him what they meant weeks ago, and he didn’t say! Now he wanna speak up? This man know he got on your last nerve!!
You had the urge to throw something, but you kept your cool.
Joker seemed to enjoy your irritation. He shrugged off his coat and made himself comfortable at your desk. He chose to ignore you calling him a liar, though.
“Are ya done, doll?” He mused.
“No, I’m not!” you tapped the computer screen, “Why does it point here?” You asked.
Joker twirled around in your desk chair, throwing you a ‘are you kidding me’ look. He was having a grand old time acting like a whole kid; you were waiting for an explanation.
He was making you dizzy so you reached out and stopped his little merry go round ride. J laughed and waited for the room to stop spinning before grabbing your hand.
“I uh de-cide-ed to keep a.. permanenT record of home on me should I ahh, ever get.. lost. Smart huh?”
Never mind the fact he couldn’t see it, you were touched.
You caved and walked straight into Joker’s lap. His hands found their rightful place on your hips as he looked up at his Light.
Your hands busied themselves in his hair, curling wayward strands around your fingers. “I-I’m home to you?”
J just nodded and quickly regretting the motion after spinning around so much.
“And the date?”
His lips pecked your exposed midriff before he rested his head against it. “The uh.. day we met.”
How do you respond to such a heartfelt confession? Simple. You don’t.
All you could do was blink back tears and pray that Joker didn’t hear you crying. Maybe he did since his grip tightened around you. Silence enveloped the room. Hidden within the scars of his past was a reminder of a brighter future.
Joker was grateful you didn’t poke any further and deduced the other portion of his tattoo. He told you the first half that was written in red ink, but not the added line in white.
Underneath the coordinates to home and the day he found his light, a vow was etched in a language he long since forgotten.
Everything burns, but not her.  
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pep-the-artemis · 20 hours
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The age of MD characters
Ground rules. Not actual age because that's impossible to determine because we don't know a lot of information like how quickly WDs age, how old Uzi was when the DDs arrived (or how long after was she born), etc.
So basically, how old would they be if they were human.
Lets look at the canon evidence before going into theory territory.
Uzi is in a rebellious phase which can happen at any age but is most common in the range 11-13 years old.
In episode 3, the characters went to prom meaning they're ever in the yr11 or yr13 (basically in the age range 15-18). Since in episode 4 its shown they're still in school, we can conclude they're in yr11 (15-16 years old). for US peeps, yr11 is 11th grade and yr13 is 12th grade
In episode 1, we see the teens were given homework which was a word problem about watermelons. Although these are present in yr13, they're infinitely more common in y11 backing up the earlier segment.
In episode 4, its highly implied that the DD drones are older than Uzi's peers. This isn't conclusive by any means.
With the exception of Uzi and DD, all the teens are exactly the same height (which makes sense since they're robots) and all the adults are the same height being slightly taller than the teens. This means the teens aren't fully grown but the height difference isn't major so basically this backs up everything discussed earlier.
In episode 4 N refers to himself and V as 'kids' implying that they're adults or just barely adults.
Although far from definitive, I think most evidence points to the teens being ~16 years old with the DD being 17+ years old.
Now onto theory time.
I think Uzi is younger than her peers and was moved up a year or a couple in school.
First going back to the height point from earlier, it does seem height is only correlated with age (which makes sense for robots).
secondly, the reason she was moved up a couple years is because she's a genius. In the show, she's created a: sick as hell railgun, a device which allows her to steal someone else's sentience, and a device which allows her to inception into peoples minds.
Thirdly, her anti-social behaviour and detachment from her peers mirrors a lot of experience of children who were moved up a year.
So, how old is Uzi? to avoid nuzi becoming too... controversial, I think she's 15 and was only moved up 1 year.
Cyn is even harder to age but since she is even smaller than Uzi and from her personality, I think she's in the age range 10-13, my instinct is telling me 12 years old which is much older than what the fanon usually present her as.
For *those* creators, I do think you can make a very persuasive argument that the whole cast (except Cyn) is 18+.
I also want to mention there's a lot of leeway with these numbers and headcanon age can we whatever you want, personally I think J is 30 years old.
I wonder what everyone else thinks or if there's any strong evidence i missed.
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anonsturniolo · 23 hours
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Matthew Sturniolo NSFW Alphabet
WARNINGS : !!explicit content below; do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!!
AUTHORS NOTE : I didn’t exactly follow the template for this, I made some of it up from my imagination.
—This is my first time publishing any type of writing; please comment & let me know what you think… be honest!—
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A = aftercare
King of aftercare. Literally would do anything to make you feel comfortable & taken care of. Would fill up your water bottle, get you a towel, maybe even run you a hot bath to relax in if it was really rough, ofc followed with lots of cuddles
B = body part (His favourite of yours)
He looooooves your tits. It isn’t rare to catch him staring at them mid conversation & need to redirect his attention.
“My eyes are up here”
“Heyyyy how can u blame me when your wearing a shirt like that”
C = cum (anything to do with cum)
Lowkey he loves cumming inside of you. It makes him feel closer to you & he kind of loves the risk of it. He also loves covering your face in it.
D = Degrading (does he like it ?)
Matt isnt the biggest fan of degrading. He finds it disrespectful to talk/treat you like that even if its just in a sexual way. The most he will do is call you a slut, slap you, or spit in your mouth.
E = Experience(how experienced was he before you met)
At the time that you guys met he had 2-3 bodies. He knew how to please you but was not opposed to taking notes on how to get better (and he did).
F = Favourite position(his favorite)
He’s def a missionary guy. He loves looking into your eyes and kissing your face as he fucks you, & ofc grabbing + sucking on your tits is easier when they are right in front of his face.
G = Goofy (how serious/goofy is he in the moment)
He is very focused on pleasuring you so he is serious most of the time but, once you guys were together for a while and had gotten a lot more comfortable with eachother you were able to laugh more and have a little more fun.
H = Hair (how groomed is he)
Trimmed not shaven. Not too much but not too little.
I = Intimacy (how intimate is he)
He loves making love & being intimate with you. It’s his way of showing you how much he loves you. He loves showering you with praise & kisses
J = Jack off (how often does he do it)
He only ever does it when he’s not with you; like when he’s home in Boston, on tour, or travelling without you. But anytime you are together he will make sure to find time to fuck you instead of jacking off.
K = Kinks (which ones does he have)
He doesn’t have any crazy kinks. He likes putting you in handcuffs sometimes so he has more control over you, he will slap your ass & face and he sometimes likes to spit in your mouth.
L = Location (where does he like to do it)
Call him boring but, he def loves doing it in bed. Sure doing it in public is fun but theres nothing better than being able to be loud & comfortable at home.
M = Motivation (what turns him on)
In his eyes you’re the sexiest person he’s ever seen so most things you do can turn him on; specifically when you kiss his neck + nibble on his ear, or when you sneak your hand up his shirt and rub his stomach/ v-line.
N = No (something he wont do)
He would not do anything seriously degrading to you; anything that would cause more pain than pleasure.
Oral (giving & receiving)
Matt. The. Munch. This man will eat you all day until you cant take it anymore. He loves to be down there until you’re squirming & pulling his hair. He obviously loves when you go down on him. He loves to look you in the eye, hold & caress your face and tell you how good you’re doing.
P = Pace (how fast/slow does he go)
It definitely depends on the mood. If he is wanting to make love & show how much he loves you he will go very slow & gentle. If you guys are just fucking for pleasure + fun he def speeds up his pace and will be very fast & rough.
Q = Quickie (his opinion on quickies)
I mean let’s be honest if a quickie is all you guys can do he’s def down for one but its not something he always loves to do. He likes to take his time pleasuring you without a time limit.
R = Risky (how risky does he like to be)
He likes to stay in his comfort zone but if you really wanted to try something new/something risky he would at least try it once for you to see how he likes it + to make you happy.
S = Stamina (how long does he last/how many rounds)
After a bit of practice he was able to build up his stamina and can last 2-3 rounds (on a good day)
T = Toys (does he like them)
The only toys he would use during sex if he used any it would be a vibrator on you, but for the most part he likes to be the one that makes you feel good.
V = Volume (how loud is he)
He isn’t that loud but definitely isn’t awkwardly quiet. He softly moans/grunts when you feel good, or will do some dirty talk to get you going even more.
W = Wild card (random head cannon)
I feel like he is such a big tease. Especially if he knows you wont have the chance to do it all day. He would whisper dirty things in your ear, compliment you, send you dirty texts, and put his hand as far up your thigh as he can.
X = X ray (whats going on under those clothes)
I honestly feel like he’s around average. Maybe like 6-7 inches.
Y = Yearning (how often does he want to have sex)
For the most part he likes to have sex 4ish times a week, sometimes more sometimes less. If you guys haven’t seen each other in a while then he def likes to have it a little more than average. Its also hard to do it sometimes because you guys are always around his brothers.
Z = Zzz (how quick after does he sleep)
Sex definitely makes him sleepy so he’s usually passed out within 20-30 minutes of finishing. He always makes sure to provide aftercare for you and make sure you’re ready for sleep as well.
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u3pxx · 8 months
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listen to me , PLAY POTIONOMICS
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thecl0wnfather · 3 months
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crying actual tears whenever I remember that Halsin canonically does not have any body hair because he's A FUCKING ELF. i can't stand it. me want big hairy beefy elf man, let me have my big gay bear moment please ... his boobs must be so cold... *wipes tears*
edit: im blind, but he aint hairy enough. peach fuzz on a man that deserves a bush
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medicalunprofessional · 8 months
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play dentist
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welcometogrouchland · 29 days
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I love Steph's origin as told in the Secret Origins 80 page giant- I just overall think it strengthens her character by giving her a lot of pathos and adding to her heroism (which isn't something writers were focused on in her actual intro in detective comics #647 since she was just meant to act as a plot device back then) BUT there is one tiny detail in it i will begrudge, and that is the portrayal of her having a minor love at first sight moment for tim
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Secret origins 80 page giant, ID in alt
(or well, technically this was their second meeting in that story (the brick was the first) so...love at second sight?)
Mostly because Stephanie showed no interest in her introduction and only showed romantic feelings towards Tim AFTER this moment here:
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Robin (1993) #4, ID in alt
Straight up the progression here goes:
The adventure in 'tec where they first meet -> Tim investigating the same crime scene as Steph -> she beats him up not knowing it's him at first, apologizes but says he shouldn't have scared her -> he remembers her/the moniker she goes by -> they talk about plot for a few pages -> Stephanie starts flirting
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Robin (1993) #4, ID in alt
Which...is so fascinating to me and says so much about Stephanie. She highlights the fact that Tim "remembered" her. Like. Steph. Girl. This is our bar? It's sweet but kind of speaks to how much Stephanie is ignored at home/how little and sporadically she's shown interacting with her peers (and rarely ever the same kids twice). Her idea of peak romance is just...being on someone's mind even when you're not there.
Kind of also adds layers to Steph's proclivity towards jealousy later on, a manifestation of her insecurity and loneliness (though don't get it twisted, she's not written this way bc Dixon and co think it's an interesting character flaw, they wrote it bc they think it's an inherent character flaw of (particularly young) women/girls, which is very apparent in how he approaches Ariana's character as well from what I've read)
Also the fact that Steph becomes so smitten for Tim almost immediately after this is (a few issues later she aggressively flirts with him during AN ACTIVE HOSTAGE SITUATION. WHERE SHE'S THE HOSTAGE) again is kind of a mixture of kind of funny and sad. One boy is nice to her once and she's fully ready to wife him. Girl you are deranged (affectionate) (concerned)
#ramblings of a lunatic#dc comics#stephanie brown#tim drake#timsteph#meta#< ??? ig#robin 1993#made this post and forgot to finish. saved it in drafts. saw posts that annoyed me. proceeded to finish it#the subset of fans who think they're doing a righteous feminism by giving steph more flaws than she has in canon...headaches#yes flawed female characters are important representation no i dont think you projecting chuck dixons conservative values onto her-#-is doing her character a great favour. if so you need to commit to the bit and make tim a stone cold nark /j#sorry okay im done vaguing. there's real things going on in the world that matter. the bad take is the mind killer etc etc#anyway the zero to 100 progression of early timsteph is fascinating. on the one hand i know it's mostly a product of its time#both in terms of portrayals of romance (esp teen romance) and partially of women and girls by dixon (not extremely boy obsessed-#-but there's a. dark shadow of the boy crazy trope. a gentle whiff of it in the air. just a little)#but bc this aspect isn't blatantly/egregiously author bias i choose to analyse it#i could also analyse how steph in general is portrayed as liking guys she can't/shouldn't have a little#(her crush on the much older detective in bg2009 and also tim a little bit w/ the secret identity thing)#(but that's a whole other discussion. also that aspect of the romance in bg2009 is. also a little sexistly motivated-#-and also dropped part way through to an extent so like..not exactly ripe for analysis)#ANYWHO i love you Steph <3 you're unwell and yet so adorable and compelling Steph <3
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puppyeared · 11 months
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I made a lmk oc
#they’re supposed to be some sort of experiment to see if people could recreate Sun Wukongs stone egg. the goal was to make a more controlled#and tame version using carved wood and cultivation. but eventually they got worried about it becoming too powerful and scrapped it#eventually they come to life and live in the abandoned temple they were built in#their bottom half is made of wood because when they came to life their creator/s left them unfinished when they scrapped the project#they had to carve the rest of their body out of hunger and frustration because they couldn’t eat or move much by crawling on their top half#this is also why they spite their creators and hate irresponsible creation. because of abandonment issues and feeling like they have no#purpose or direction in life#their power is also very limited to due being man made since they were originally a wood carving#meo gave me the idea but one reason would be because they’re half finished. the sculpture was still half stump so it was completely untouche#that half can channel power in its raw form but the other half cannot once it’s been carved by man#so technically they could have the same level or potential for power as the stone but that was dampened#the other thing is how they were created to be a duplicate or recreation of a stone monkey and a celestial looked at that and was like#‘we’re not doing that again’ LMAO#i think the case of them carving their own legs doesn’t take away their power though. that balance was made#before they came to life so carving the legs or not can’t affect it anymore. like making a cake and slicing it#their energy levels are also naturally low because of that so their movements are sluggish and they aren’t very active overall#constantly lying in the sun to charge their batteries and get some stuff done. just like me fr#I actually don’t know what I’m gonna do with this character besides Put Them In Situations with other ppls ocs.. so if you have#a lmk oc you have been warned /lh /j#I wanna make some backstory art for them though.. maybe even the animatic treatment if I can get through dear wormwood which is 25#SECONDS OUT OF 3 MIN BTW#doodles#Lego Monkie kid#lmk#Monkie kid#lmk oc#monkie kid oc#myart#my art#xin ya
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squidcandy · 9 months
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can we bring this au back. can we pleaseee bring this au back.
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gopher-jade · 9 months
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just watched the episode where naruto meets minato, and. idk if it's because i completely skipped the battle beforehand & therefore tense battle atmosphere or if i'm just older and more resentful now, but.
if i were an orphan who had no adult guardian most of my life and had to fight for respect, and then train my butt off to survive because my dad sealed a fucking wanted monster inside of me, and then said dead dad said "😀 i did it because i believe in you. you're my son after all. idk how you're going to solve the systemic problems of our world but i blindly believe in you because that's what parents ought to do". i think i would have puked and also aimed at his shoes.
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synthshenanigans · 3 months
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Finally has been a full year since I started listening
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Fuckin hate that guy eugh
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dilovortexx · 1 month
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yall ever just project so hard on a comfort character ship you go "yeah theyre t4t now"
yeah.. good times
anyways gohan and videl are t4t and in this essay i will
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doctordoombignaturals · 4 months
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pillar baoh au because ive been thinking about it
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dizzybizz · 10 months
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sampo is like james and jessie to me
i hope this explains it
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dailydegurechaff · 4 months
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You don't have to reply to this, but I am very happy to stumble across a non-problematic Youjo Senki fanpage. 💖
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Thank you very much!! I'll continue to do my best!
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