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phoenix-bleh · 2 months

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A: Oh, I have an idea for Shadow Milk cookie and y/n

I give Shadow Milk Cookie HYPNOTISM.

(please 🙂).

He’s too powerful at this point and hypnotism is definitely a power he would have.

Let's make this a fic

part 2 is here!!

You, Gingerbrave and his friends with Pure Vanilla were on a mission to find White Lily Cookie. Your time in Beast Yeast was overwhelming but you managed. You all did find White Lily and woke her up, but unfortunately “that didn’t magically solve all our problems” according to Wizard Cookie because now there was a big crack right in the middle of the Silver Tree.

There were now blue glowing eyes and two large hands spilling out of the tree from the rift. “Ooooooh! I see that those pesky little vine shackles that have held us captive for oh so, so, SO long…. Are gone!” The voice from the tree laughed that sent shivers down everyone's spine “whoa. That was deeply unpleasant…”

The knights of the tree started to desperately fight against it in hopes that this awful predicament can be resolved before things get terribly out of hand.

You and the other decided to help and fight against it as well. After some time the large hands retreated back into the tree and everyone sighed in relief. That however was very short lived when the rift in the tree got even bigger than it did before.

“OOOOHHHHHhhh doesn’t this fresh air just feel, DIVINE!”

A huge figure popped out of the tree and loomed over everyone. You couldn’t believe it, no one did. “Oh, I see I have quite the audience here!” This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. “I'm SO TERRIBLY sorry to have kept you waiting!” He stared down at all of you “But now the wait is over…your favorite trickster is here!” It was him, you couldn’t believe it was him. How doomed were all of you gonna be? “Shadow Milk Cookie!”

He grinned and examined everyone below him. You all just stood there in shock of what was happening. His eyes then landed on you and you swear that his smile got even wider. “Oh what do we have here?” Uh oh. He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and lifted you up to his face. Your friends were calling for you but you could barely hear them because of how high up you were.

“LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” you shouted at him and started punching the air in an attempt to get him to drop you “Hehe you’re a feisty one aren't you?” He tilted his head at you with the same wide smile on his face. He then placed you on his hand and used his other hand he was previously holding you with to tilt your head up at him.

“What’s a cute lil cookie like yourself doing in a place like this hm? I must say you caught my eyes. How about you join me in my plan on world domination?” You stare at him in disbelief. Why in the world would someone like him say something like that about you. He’s obviously lying; he is literally the embodiment of deceit. You continue looking at him not noticing the swirls in his eyes.

Why couldn’t you look away?

Were you really considering his offer? What he’s saying couldn’t be true….but what if it was true? I mean you had a boring life already, maybe you could spice it up a bit. Wait but you can’t betray your friends like that! But in the end would it even matter? Maybe you should just accept his offer-

Before you could finish your thought something had hit Shadow Milk Cookie in the head and he dropped you. You fell into Mercury Knight Cookies arms and he flew you back down to the ground with the rest. You shook your head realizing that those weren't your thoughts at all and he almost tricked you! “Thank you.” You told him “Of course, but no time to talk, we gotta get out of here!” He grabbed your hand and you all ran off.

“UGH you flying little PEST!!”

....to be continue?

#crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader

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altraviolet · 5 months

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Oh man now that I've seen TWO asks this day about Soundwave dying, is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.

Or is this people speculating and doing "what if"? ...not that I'd be adverse to it, especially if it made sense to do so!

Also I completely understand about work sapping all creative juices. While I don't write (I've dabbled in the past, but little 3k words or less things for OC's way back in the LJ days), I used to sketch, draw, paint nearly every day for hours before I ended up in a corporate 9-5, full time job. Even doing customer service jobs, I was able to sketch on napkins and scrap receipt paper and sticky notes.. and now I just.. can't. Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be. Every now and then I'll get the sketch pad or watercolors out,but it's maybe once or twice a year now.

I've seen writers who do ko-fi for tips or writing commissions for certain stories (I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned) - or even patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those? I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time! And maybe fund a self publishing of an original work sometime down the road!

>is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.

The major tag on the fic is "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings." You haven't missed a big spoiler or clues. The influx of "WHAT IF HE DIES" was puzzling to me, too, but I rolled with it.

I'm curious why people think Soundwave is going to die, when one of the major themes of the fic (at least to me, inside my head) is bringing people back from the dead. Not literally, of course. But... but did they see the whole point of what Rodimus is doing? Trailbreaker, Ambulon, and Mirage? Skywarp? Literally pulling Soundwave from the shadow zone, where life is not worth living?

There's actually a lot more I want to say on this, but I don't want to spoil the story. I have a FAQ planned for when the fic is done and I address death in it, and my approach to writing it vs JRO, and the aforementioned major theme.

I'm guessssssssinnnnnnng people are going the doom route because of the Scavengers, and because Soundwave keeps getting injured and can't be healed, and because... ? I feel like stakes have been high in the past, so maybe that's part of it, too. I won't say anything else for now, though.

This post got long so I'll put the rest under a cut.

>Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be.

good god, yeah. low key, I used to be an artist (mostly hobbyist, a few pro jobs). I gave up and went back to writing because it's much easier/comes more naturally to me, and that's all I have energy for. I fuckin' mourned stopping art, to be honest. but you know what, I'd rather have Echo Garden than slog through commissions. I learned I'd rather create my own things than do things other people want me to do. so I guess learning that about myself was ... good. it's absolutely unbelievable how draining a 9-5 job is. I will admit I am jealous of people who have spouses or understanding parents that allow them to do art full time by providing a safety net in the form of housing and health insurance. jealousy is very human, you know :D surely there is a better balance out there for us ;A;

>I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned

oooohhhhhhhh you know... I get it. I get people need money. but that doesn't sit right with me. I would not withhold fic like that.

>patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those?

I've thought about it only in the fanciful sense. To be honest, unless I was getting enough support to quit my job, it's not really going to change my life. Like, how do I say this. I won't have any more additional time in the week to write if I make $50 extra/month through patreon. I'll still be doing my full time job AND I'll have an obligation to write for people. Does that make sense? Unless a patreon offsets the actually draining thing in my life, it's just another thing I have to do.

Although 'early access to chapters' sits way better with me than denying future chapters UNLESS funded. Though paying for fic is a huge gray area and I don't think it's wise to poke that beast...

>I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time!

thank you, I appreciate your kindness here :D I don't think my following is big enough, though. I think the readership is maybe 1400 people? and a bunch of those are minors and most of the adult fandom is fucking broke, lol. (the tf fans with the money tend to be the major toy buying ones, not the fanfic reading ones. Stereotype, but that's my observation)

and part of the problem is my place of employment. I asked, years ago, if I could go part time (so I could practice art) and my boss said no. it's a full time only position ;A; which is why I say, unless patreon can fully support me, it's not really feasible. freelancing incurs a higher tax rate and you don't have any health insurance, so I'd actually have to make more than I am now... and given the number of absolutely fantastic fan artists I see struggling to make it with patreon, I know I can't (since fan artists make more than fan writers)

I hope that my answers don't sound dismissive. Thank you very much for your empathy and kind ideas. I don't think the fandom can support me monetarily in the way I would need, and I think their interest in me will drop as soon as Echo Garden is finished. I base this statement on the fact that TEG has exponentially higher stats than any of my other fics.

The people clearly want only one thing, and it will eventually end xD

If you or anyone else thinks I'm looking at this wrong and there may actually be a way I can write without dying, please let me know. I've thought about this for years and the above is what I've concluded.

Thank you again for the kind ask! <3

#long post #ask #creepygoth666 #on writing and the reality of the day job #maybe I'm too pessimistic #if only I had a sugar spouse... lol

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rubydoowhereru · 8 months

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AU IDEAS!

RGTK: Language Barrier au!

Imagine this: The Gillman family is enjoying a peaceful picnic, with Arthur, Agatha, their two kids, and their loyal sea-dog, having a delightful Kraken family barbecue. Everything seems perfect until Nerissa suddenly appears and drops off her daughter. The young girl's face is filled with fear and betrayal as Nerissa coldly explains, "My daughter has been avoiding language classes. I need the young Kraken princess to tutor her and teach her proper language instead of... Whatever she is speaking." With those words, Nerissa departs, leaving behind a pleading Chelsea, speaking in a language unfamiliar to anyone, desperately asking her mother not to make her stay with the Gillman family.

This au revolves around Ruby x Chelsea, where the central concept is "Actions speak louder than words!" - quite the gimmick!

P.S: At the beginning of the film, during the Gillman family's breakfast scene, there is an unusual language written in the marine biology book. Though it may appear as randomly typed words, I thought it could be interpreted as a different language.

Next one!

RGTK: Child of Nerissa au!

Inspired by one of the anon's Papa Brill au!

Nerissa had eliminated all of the royal Krakens except for Grandmamah and Agatha. Assuming they were dead, she was about to leave when she heard the piercing cries of a baby – a baby Royal Kraken, woken up from it's nap by the battle.

In that moment, Nerissa realised the colossal mistake she had made, robbing an innocent infant of her family (even though, technically, she hadn't... well, not entirely). With a newfound determination and guilt, she scooped up baby Ruby, along with her daughter Chelsea, and swiftly brought them to the surface. Hiding the trident somewhere in Oceanside, she ensured their safety.

Life went on somewhat similarly to the Papa Brill AU, but with a twist: Nerissa owns a fashion store. Ruby, blissfully unaware of her own past and Kraken heritage, believed her origin to stem from some unknown side of her family, explaining her blue features. It should be noted that Ruby and Chelsea are basically siblings, and for the past 15 years, everything went smoothly.

However, fate took an unexpected turn when Ruby plunged into the water while attempting to save Connor… uh oh!

The Gillmans, experiencing a sudden pulse similar to that of Agatha's first giant Kraken power awakening, they sensed something peculiar and it dawned on them! – Ruby was alive!

Thus, Ruby found herself caught in the crossroads, torn between siding with the Gillmans or the Van Der Zees.

P.S: Grandmamah, Agatha, and the rest of the gillman's are alive. The rest? Not so much... lol

Anyways, I hope you like these and share your ideas or thoughts... or maybe you could share your own au concept. 👀

PPppffttt

Nerissa would just chuck Chelsea at the Gillman family and just be like 'Lol, bye.' She's too lazy to teach her own daughter so she get someone else to do it.

Chelsea would be super nervous around them at first, way too nervous, but overtime she'd slowly but surely warm up to them. Might even see Agatha as a far better mother than her own and by the end of it doesn't want to leave the Gillman family. They happily take her underneath their wing.

OOOOHHHHHHHH OH NO

I love it

I feel like though Nerissa would just go back to the Mermaid kingdom though and raise Chelsea and Ruby there rather than feeling the need to go to the surface. At least within the mermaid kingdom, if any mermaids bring up how different Ruby is Nerissa can have them silenced. Of course that also does mean that Ruby would be giant all the time....but so would Nerissa. Oh no, what if Nerissa starts to dot on Ruby a lot more despite Chelsea being her real daughter. Because Ruby is so much more powerful and being trained, Nerissa sees her as a far better candidate for important matters and resentment starts to grow within Chelsea.

Sorry sorry, my brain spiraled there for a second lol.

That's still a super cool idea! I love it. Ruby would definitely, and obviously, have a lot of emotions regarding what Nerissa did to her family and people.

#ruby gillman teenage kraken #ruby gillman

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kafkaoftherubble · 4 months

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Turning dear emperor into a comic would be so much fun. I'd get two siblings involved and. Ough!!! I love my siblings, I'd do anything to work on such a big project with them :] especially cause my older sister understands me a lot so she was really excited when I told her about the government

OOOOHHHHHHHH SO NEAT SO NEAT

SWELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

I've seen my fair share of solitary artists and creators, and the occasional sister-collabs and brother-collabs. But a larger group of siblings collaborating is pretty interesting because I kinda always thought people would like to get away from their siblings sometimes, and art/science/this sort of endeavor is therefore conceived as a way to get that personal space or outlet.

If siblings collaborated together on this big project, then what it tells me is "they are very close to one another." and "they are really best friends with each other." That alone is really heartwarming to hear about.

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While I have never worked with my sisters on anything, I have worked with friends before (in my personal calculus, there is no significant difference between a friend and a sibling. They are all "friends"). The thing that's a tad thorny is conflict. It's one thing to have creative or intellectual or philosophical or perspective conflicts with colleagues, but man! If you have it with your friends or pals, things can get way too personal for one's own good. University assignments and projects had me seeing all sorts of fractures between friends of different groups—but I ultimately think the problem lies more or less in my friends' inability to resolve conflicts better or to subtract their "self" from the criticism, and so see every dissent toward them as a personal attack. We were all learning, after all.

Also, most of them made up in the end. Tellingly, the ones who didn't make up were the members of the debate club, heh.

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Yo, if you guys come up with some cool-ass first drafts and all, promise me you'll let us see a sneak peek and all that! 'Cause brutha, I have subscribed to Dear Emperor and every piece of news related to it!

#π-ting!!!

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the-official-account · 1 year

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♦️Episode 23 ♦️

Gonna skip mseto's clovenheart and come back around in my pass for the extras

[Felix is spar's ran, androgynous, willowy, Luna sibling &therefore elven light-medium brown skin VERY curly hair, which Spar also has when not slicked back, but brown eyes, sweet smile "between them and tars, they are obviously the more delicate one"]

[Josepha has green skin]

[Merim² is Felix's sibling, spar's Om (om is an ungendered word for aunt of uncle that has become my default for that usage but which I have seen used by other peope exactly once. But I like it. So.)]

The dreams sequence was uhhhh fucked up, methinks!

[Spar's restless & withdrawn when he's angry] hough....HOUGH.

Vellum making sure Spar's all healed up...ugh. ugh. Knife through my heart.

Yk how like there's that circle of distance animals tend to keep from sitting humans and how like dogs will come up really close to like any person but cats tend to stay further away?

Sometimes I think about that in situations like this, and what vellum's doing. Being visible, being available, helping keep watch but...letting someone take their time. Giving space at the same time.

I love that Vellum and Anya get along the are SO ♥️♥️♥️

Omg 🥰carnation🥰

Ah, I'm really glad they went to get her if they were gonna give up Anya........ [Vellum expresses that while he prefers to trust people it's often best to err on the side of assuming dishonesty—mostly at work]

OOOOHHHHHHHH ANYA'S DAD BEING IN CRYSTALLIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

Oh my god Anya is so sweet I love her!!!!

Spar if you don't fucking open up your goddamn heart and stop shielding and self isolating every time something sucks I will kick your ass!!!! I KNOW. it's hard, but fuck!

ANYA CALLS HIM KAOLIN VELLUM THEY HAD THE NAME MOMENT RHEY HAD!!!!!! THE NAME MOMENT IM SCREAMING. YAYYYYYY OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! >:DDDDD

They have such sibling-in-law energy. They have such "gossip over tea as the run rises before making sure everyone's up and ready for the family event" energy. Your honor I love them.

OPE spars up.

The hurt/comfort ideas this episode is implanting into my brain.

JACKS LETTER. HOLY SHIT

SEVENTEY TWO HOURS WAS......TOO LONG AGO, HUH? FUCKING HELL

"it's on the list" I'm gonna strangle spar.

Narratively? I love this. Narratively, spars doing so good. Narratively, gimme gimme gimme those good good flaws

Personally? Spar what the FUCK. Spar FUCK OFF. BITCH.

IPSWITCH'S "AHEM" UFKSGSKAGSKDG

"who should even be in charge of this?" technically Vellum, right? He's the one that gives final approval on use of force?

OH SPAR FEELS HELPLESS, THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING. Makes sense, checks out, mhm

"QCS LIKE WHY WOULD YOU KILL A POPSTAR" FOSVSOSGSKS FUCK LMAO

Vellum trying to pull Spar's bear hug move.

Oh, goddamn, this scene is....hooooo.

"greggins is gaining a new appreciation for spar's style of communication" spar communicates???

VELLUM PULLED NO FUCKING PUNCHES ON THAT PHONE CALL LMAO

"I need to hyperventilate for a minute and then I'll get back to you" first of all, mood—

"spar has never willingly taken a vacation...usually his loved ones trick him into it" spar is SUCH a hot mess, and I love Tatiana but girl....

VELLUMS BEING A LITTLE ARCHEOLOGIST IS SOOOO CUTE

LUNAVELLA AND BRUNHILDE HI!!!!!! I hope they kick his ass (not literally just give him a good talking to because spar what the fuck)

Spar...Spar speaking to them like that is WILD to me...

"he pats her as if he's comforting her" I am going to run spar a nice hot bath with lavender Epsom salt and fucking bolt him down into it will this man let himself be comforted ONCE?

"the more important thing is that they're here now and I can't keep everyone safe." D:

Spar? Asking for help? Of course not, unheard of.

Bestie those are elven war vets who killed a puppet-master-(functionally)demigod PLEASE let someone help you.

Musician...musicia—DIAMOND. FUCK.

Also NOBODY made diamond a scapegoat in ANYTHING I love them (sincerely) but they are so annoying (derogatory)

RESIST DIAMONDS MIND CONTROL?

YEAH!!! YEAH I WOULD NOT LIKE THAT JOKER FLY CAUSE FUCK.

So diamond had contact with Grey....and wait grey was coming to sindershore? I'm wondering if diamond can mind control on the phone

HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE vellum said fuck

(not that he hasn't before? I havemt kaot track. But that was a DAMN well delivered line)

"OHHH! YOUR SPARKLINESS" FUEKGSKDGD

"looks like you've collected more of them!"

"which means over been watching them EXTREMELY carefully!"

Ipswitch is annoying in the best way. Ipswitch is annoying like I hope they never stop talking I have my chin in my hands, tell me all about how deductibles are a metaphor for justice.

Diamond is annoying like when I even hear the name I'm like "oh this bitch again"

WHY DID THEY CALL QC A MINION? MOTHERFUCKER—

""""""""the other one""""""""

"JEALOUS"

"it's seems that you (pointing at vellum) have joined the list of my suitors" hhhh diamond is sooooo lucky to not be real because if we existed on the same physical plane I would be stepping on the back of their heels when they walk at every opportunity. I would mix toner into their hair mousse. I would straighten the backs of all their hanging earrings and bend the backs of all their studs. I would put olive oil in a spray bottle and go ham on their closet.

"I'm being cute" that's a word for it.

BITCH "WHY?" AFTER YOU WERE FOUND WITH THE FUCK WERELION DRUGS THE PERSON YOU INVITES WENT ALL WERELION AND THEN YOU JIST FUCKING LEFT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING AND DIDNT UPDATE THE PROGRAMME ABOUT YOUR ABSENCE YOU HAVE GOOOOOT FO SEE HOW THAT IS SUSPICIOUS "WHY" MY ASS. """""WHY""""".

bitchass motherfucker. God.

AND OH YEAH YOUR PROBABLY MIND CONTROLLED KURT

"how is sekitan? :)" I don't trust that question at all.

"I didn't want them to be a fatality in all this" HHHHHHHHHRRNGHHH (wrathful)

[Kurt? May be green-skinned]

I loved this episode so much there are so many feelings in my heart. I was affectionately exasperated with spar, and then diamond came in and I was just exasperated. But ipswitch, Anya and Vellum are balancing it out for me. And also the scene between Spar and auntsssss that. That was so. SO. WAH. —AND END NOTES LUNA AND HILDE WERE GOING TO THE COUPLES DANCE THAT'S SOOO CUUUUTE!!!!

And ohhhhh diamond from from the plot card!! Huh!! They wove into the story so well I assumed they were, like, in the premise of the show!

But anyways I'm still bonking spar over the head with a wrapping paper roll and yelling "YOU. MUST. TRUST. YOUR. PEERS. TO-BE-STRONG-ENOUGH. TO CARRY. THE BURDEN. THAT IS. YOUR HEART. BECAUSE-THEY-CANT. KNOW YOU. WITHOUT. THAT. TRUST. SO. HELP. ME. GOD!!!!!!!!"

@threeheartscast

#half of this is me rantinf about diamond #the other half is my rantinf about spar #and oh yeah other characters exist but they dont make me angry fmsvsksvs #edil chats #edil liveblogs three of hearts #three of hearts #three of hearts pod

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bloomingcockroaches · 2 years

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OOOOHHHHHHHH MAN MY GIFT EXCHANGE PROMPTS ARE SOOOO GOOD >:3 THEY ARE LITERALLY TWO THINGS THAT WERE ON MY WISHLIST TO WRITE ABOUT MWA HAHAHA HAHAHA AHHA HA

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greenboyofjupter · 5 years

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VANTAIS DESERVED BETTER, HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER WTF

#its been like two weeks and im still mad about what happend in the game #just #oooohhhhhhhh

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vinnival · 3 years

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hi! i've been binge reading your madness combat fics and hcs and i absolutely love them! i'm not one for romance (i prefer platonic relationships) but i think that those fics are absolutely lovely! if requests are still open, perhaps may i request hcs for the main 3 + 2b, and MAG torture with a child reader who is an experiment created with the ability to heal people? mainly being used to aid mag agents. reader has the characteristics of the little sisters in bioshock (if you are familiar with that game).

i crave for found family content and i personally think deimos would be a rlly good big brother.

take your time with the other asks you have, you dont have to answer this ask if you're very busy! anyways, *gives you a jelly drop* have a nice day!

cherishes the jelly drop for all eternity...... thabk u anon.... mwah..... enjoy <3

HANK

Okay let's be honest

He doesn't care

At first, anyways

When he'd raid AAHW he'd always notice their small form cowering in a place he couldn't reach

Finally after enough times his curiosity got thr best of him and he said fuck it n found a way to get to the child

As he approached the child began shaking more, Hank could hear it whispering "Please don't kill me," faintly, over and over

mmmm maybe not today

He just left it alone to let it know he wouldn't hurt it

He went off to kill some more, and when he returned to the child's spot, they were nowhere to be seen

This bugged him but he didn't pay any more mind

Imagine his shock when he ends up witnessing you healing a MAG while he was on a stealth mission

That thing was literally ten times bigger than you yet you didn't seem to be nervous at all

He returned home without attacking and Sanford and Deimos could tell something was on his mind

He also forbade them from entering a certain room in the house

After a couple of days, Sanford and Deimks couldn't ignore it any longer and entered the room while Hank was on another mission

But Hank's mission wasn't the usual... he was on a mission not to kill, but to SAVE.

To save you, specifically

And he if you were shocked by the fact that Hank was completely ignoring enemy attacks and running straight for you

Of course you were scared and began darting away through the building

He chased you (eventually he had to start killing to get to you) and finally caught you

You were obviously terrified and started kicking and screaming

To avoid more attacks, Hank dived into a garbage chute that led out of the building

You were still freaking out, but the fact that he hasn't tried to hurt you yet was intriguing

There was no dumpster so you both just hit the ground harshly

He cushioned your fall mostly, hugging you tight

You stopped struggling after that motion

He brought you home to a confused Sanford and Deimos asking why there was a room decked out in kids toys and furniture

But they were cut off by your small form peeking out from behind his legs

"Oooohhhhhhhh..."

He's definitely trying to be a good father figure, but sometimes he struggles

He loves it when you play with his goggles though

Or when you suddenly say something out loud, like how he looks good today or smth (you know, that thing where kids can be brutally honest sometimes)

SANFORD

His interest definitely piqued when he bumped into your small form, ready to attack him if he tried to hurt you

"I'm... not gonna hurt ya, kid."

You didn't respond, only giving him a kinda uncomfy death glare

He took the hint and slowly backed away

He kept thinking about you while he made his way through the facility. A couple thoughts crossed his mind.

"Are they experimenting on a whole child? Or are they also raiding this place? No, no... They wouldn't survive this long...

He decided to try and take you because he's not gonna let a child be ruined by the AAHW

He turns back and just. Snatches you up, like Hank, but more gentle

You had half the mind to scream for help, but you knew he didn't have evil intentions by the way he shushed you

When you two got out safely, he immediately strikes up small talk

Exchanging names, why you were there, etc

He definitely acts like a wine aunt... wine uncle? Vodka uncle? Man's is Russian now HSUSDJ

"Auditor was treating you like pure shit, here, I have an extra pair of my hooks, I'm gonna train you in them, yeah?"

Lets you cuss but like. Limited

Honestly everyone gets attached to you, in general

Once he found out your healing ability he thought it was so cool

And when you healed him for the first time he was like :0

You giggled a bit, and he smiled, he liked making you laugh

DEIMOS

Definitely spots you while scouting the building before attacking

You were chatting with a MAG

Deimos was stupid (as usual) and IMMEDIATELY- like he was the child- pointed to you and shouted "I WAN IT"

It was a loud enough shout that everyone heard HAHAGA

After a tough battle with the MAG and like 30 agents, Deimos finally spots you

"Hey, kid! Come with us, life is easier! Trust me, I defected and I'm grateful for it."

You obviously didn't like them because. They just killed the MAG you were talking to. But, you did wanna get outta there... so you gave in

You slowly nodded and took a few steps forward, but Deimos got very excited and just ran to you and scooped you into a hug

I think this man reeeeally wanted a kid

But yknow because he wants to be a brother figure (I can see it happening too :))

Hank is the one that is the strict-yet-secretly-craving-to-spoil-you father, 2B is [REDACTED], Sanford is the vodka uncle that will take you random places and hang out with you there, Deimos is the brother that will stay up at night with you if you wanted, will give you noogies, tease you, and fiercely protect you from anyone (technically they all do but... we won't talk about that)

Yes, when you get scared at night or smth, you go to Deimos, he immediately just. Picks you up and lays you in bed with him

"I gotcha, lil bean!"

When you finally revealed that you were an experiment to heal people, grunt or MAG...

He kind of wasn't surprised, by how considerate you were, no non-healer could be that nice

You've done some healing on the team after that :)

They definitely train you though, you need to defend yourself!!

2BDAMNED

Safe to say that you replace his role as Doc

He didn't even say anything to you when he first met you his brain literally screamed "TAKE THE CHILD PROTECT THE CHILD"

You were healing a random grunt btw

Unfortunately for you the grunt was a little too... welcoming and weird

2B overheard him being weird, thus is why he decided to save you

You were surprised when hands suddenly roughly grabbed you and picked you up, kinda happy you got away from the weird man

All the healing gone to waste as he quickly put a bullet in the grunts head while you were still disoriented

You were shaking, "T-thank you."

He nodded, throwing an "mhm" in with it

Good thing you were both outside the base so you two could easily make an exit

"What's your name, mister?" You curiously asked

"Mine? It's uhh... 2B."

"To be? Like Shakespeare?"

He smiled, "You know what, call me Toby."

"Okay, Toby!" You happily told him your name

By far the most docile meeting of this list obvs

He asked you about your healing, and you nodded excitedly, telling him things that someone usually wouldn't be talking about in such a happy tone

It's like that one audio of the little kid that's oversharing about her mom and her life so casually

Yknow the "can I sit right here? My mama and by daddy were fighting last night" but with all the experiments AAHW did on you and stuff

By the time you both returned to base (with a very confused everyone else bc why did 2b being a child home??) you've explained most of your fucked up situation

And he is definitely like "this is our child now. I've only known them fkr five minutes but if anything happened to them I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself"

Everyone looked at him like "mf hello???"

Alright I can finally say it: 2B fucking ADORES you

Like he fawns over you so much

Spoils you, always makes you laugh, shows you cool stuff

Everyone else is so confused,, this is completely different from the 2B they knew

He doesn't care lol KIDS

Definitely the most protective that outwardly shows it

Deimos is a strong contender for that place tho

He'll have you stay home while they're in missions and they have a special knock for when everyone needs healing

Again, you mostly replace him as the medic but he doesn't mind

AGENT TORTURE

Ofc I'm gonna place you as his healer

mag torture best mag (will not accept criticism)

You two get very close, very quick

Tor is actually extremely intelligent, its just he can't display that accurately because... well,,, there tons of shit stuck in him inhibiting him from doing stuff like talking, what else is he supposed to do JDJDJF

So his brain, when meeting you, said "Guess I'm a dad now"

Would die for you, like he really would

Would also kill for you

HAS killed for you

Much to your dismay, you were trying to heal another MAG bc he was shot in the head accidentally,, the bullet actually hit a spot and did some weird stuff- that I will make up for the sake of plot- and went rabid, trying to grab you

Ofc Tor was watching in the background and immediately leaped in to protect you

You only got knocked over as Tor, with MAG strength, lifted the bigger one and WWE threw him onto the ground, roaring in his face

You only sat there with the most shocked face as Tor brutally ripped away at the rabid MAG

When the other was dead, you watched as Tor turned to face you, body covered in blood

"Lemme... lemme heal you..." You said, dumbfounded

Loves it when you heal him hfjsfjr his whole body goes numb and he forgets his stress and pain only for a couple seconds, as your magic heals his wounds

He's not addicted to it though gladly

Definitely has that fatherly "if you dare to touch my child I will end you" vibe.

Always intimidatingly hunched over you, protective

HAAATES it when you have to talk with the Auditor

He doesn't like the man either BSBDHDJD

He's trying his best

Loves when you heal him, and he grumbles a "thank you" the best he could

The first time he did it, you beamed and happily replied "It was my pleasure!"

You always do just that when you heal him, he'll never get tired of seeing you happy and safe

when the uuhhhmhm jhhh wiiijhhhhh llshhh uhhhhh *kith mag tor*

#madness combat #madness combat self insert #madness combat x reader #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat deimos #madness combat sanford #madness combat 2bdammed #madness combat torture #mag agent torture

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omlwhatamidoinghere · 3 years

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Mr. Moreno

Chapter 3: Off-Campus Housing

Summary: Marcus decides it's time for some new scenery during your tutoring session

Warnings: SMUT, language, fluff, teacher x f!student, daddy kink/age kink (all parties are above the age of 18)

Word Count: 3,347!

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Life has been great!

You're getting good grades, your dad just got a promotion he's been waiting 4 years for, your psychology research was accepted to be part of the department's upcoming journal, and- most importantly- you're sleeping with your professor. Well...maybe "sleeping with" isn't the correct terminology.

The multiple rendez-vous with Mr. Moreno have consisted of him going down on you, you going down on him, your hands down each other's pants and pretty much everything except the main event. That's the one thing he won't do. Yes, you two have definitely had some fun times but he won't go past eating you out and you sucking his cock. Ever since his wife passed, he hasn't had the urge to be with another person in that way. The day he met you, things started to change.

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Marcus' daughter, Missy, even noticed he was acting weird that day and confronted him about it. Taking him by the hand to the living room, she sat him down on the couch, "Dad, who is she?" Immediately turning red, "W-what? Who- what are you...I don't...I'm...she's not- she's...why are you-"

"Dad" The pose she strikes radiates the sass that she definitely got from him.

A sigh passes through his lips, "She's...she's just someone I met at work-"

"Someone you LIKE!" Missy cuts him off. She has never seen her dad act this way. She's only heard the stories of how he acted around her mom before they started dating, he must really like this girl.

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It's not that Marcus hasn't thought about having sex with you- he has and does often- the silver ring that remains on his finger, encompassing the relationship he once had, stirs up this feeling of guilt if he were to have sex with another woman. Even though he knows his late wife wants him to move on and be happy, Marcus still doesn't feel right doing so.

Thank the stars it's the end of the week! Between finishing your project for Mr. Moreno's class and conducting more research for the psychology department, you've been stressed out of your mind. Not only was this week busy, but you also have a test in one of your classes next week. At least today the university decided to give everyone a rest day and treat them to a three-day weekend, even though you're spending it by coming to campus to have Mr. Moreno look over your project. A pleased sigh leaves your lips as you enter the classroom, greeted by a grin from the leader of the Heroics, who is currently talking to one of his fellow teammates, Miracle Guy. He notices his loss of Marcus' attention, immediately realizing who you are, "Well hello there! I've heard so much about you!" If you weren't in the classroom right now, Marcus probably would have knocked him right in the chest. Instead, he turns his head slowly back towards Miracle Guy, his face plastered with a look that can only be taken as 'you need to shut up'.

Setting your bag down as your gaze meets the Heroic's, you're taken back by his last statement, "You...you have?"

"Yeah! Mr. Moreno talks about you all the time! He's always saying how his favorite student is extremely smart and well-rounded!"

Your heart pounds in your ears, hoping Miracle Guy sees past the shade of red currently radiating from your face. You glance over at Marcus and feel heat grow between your legs. If he could kill with a look, Miracle Guy would be dead on the floor right now. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you drop to your knees right there. Your gaze lingers a little too long when Marcus looks over to you and notices your lip between your teeth, his glare changes tones at the sight. The look that fills his wonderfully dark eyes, the same lust-filled look from when he peers up at you from between your legs, causes a flutter deep inside.

"Just fuck each other already!"

Both of you snap from your trance over to Miracle Guy, "What? It's so obvious you both want it! I figured with how much you talk about her, Marcus, that you were already fucking her but I-"

Marcus cuts him off, grabbing his arm and dragging him into his office as you follow with your bag. Shutting the door, Marcus pushes him down into a chair, "We HAVE done stuff." The look on Miracle Guy's face slips to a state of confusion, "But...wait....I thought you said....you told me you haven't..." a sigh passes through Marcus' lips, "We haven't had sex. But we've done other things." A blush dusts your cheeks, Miracle Guy slowly picking up on what Marcus means, "Oooohhhhhhhh....nice! See? Still know how to treat a woman even as an old man-"

"I'm not that old."

"And I really don't care about the age difference." You chime in. Both of them turn to you, "Plus, he's the only man I know that doesn't act like a twelve-year-old," you start to mumble, "Not to mention he's really sexy..."

"What was that?" Marcus leans towards you in hopes of you repeating what you just said. Miracle Guy starts to push, "Yeah I heard you say something but I couldn't tell what it was-"

"I said he's really sexy. Just because he's older doesn't mean he isn't sexy."

Marcus' face matches the embarrassed shade of your own, "You...you think I'm sexy?" Your eyes turn to meet his, "Well yeah! Have you seen yourself?" Miracle Guy remains with his jaw on the floor as the two men take in what you said. A few minutes pass before anyone says anything again, "I think I'm gonna head out. It was nice to finally meet you!" Miracle Guy reaches out to shake your hand. Reaching out to shake his, "A pleasure to meet you as well! Hopefully next time we run into each other it won't be as awkward. Thanks for not telling anyone." With a nod, he steps out of the office, leaving you and Marcus. His eyes lock on yours as he closes the distance between your bodies. Warm, strong hands gently caress your arms, his breath is hot against your ear, "So...you think I'm sexy?" His voice, deep and husky as he moves down to your neck. His teeth graze your skin, a gasp leaves your lips, "Marcus..." His name is a soft whisper filled with desperation. You move your hand up to his hair, your fingers running through each strand causing Marcus to release a low growl against your neck as he continues leaving marks. "Marcus, wait...I need you to....I came in to...-" his lips still on your neck, "Tell me baby." "Why is it so difficult to say something as easy as I came in to see if you could look at my paper?" This man has so much power over you and all he's done so far today is kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. Granted, you can't help but think of all the things he's done to you previously. Stars, you can't help but imagine how amazing he must be in bed...so strong...taking control of you...- see this? This is why he has so much power over you; you can't stop thinking of him. "Baby?" His glasses bump into your jaw as he pulls back to look at you, "What is it?"

"I came in to see if you...um...if you could look over my project?"

His look of realization as he fixes his glasses makes you giggle, "I completely forgot about that...I saw your email and everything and I was going to write you back but then Miracle Guy called and said he was coming in to visit and I got distracted but yes I would love to look over your project." Grabbing your paper out of your bag, still flustered from everything that just happened prior to this moment. Handing it to Marcus, you both take a seat at his desk. He reads over it, paying attention to every detail, biting his lip in concentration. "What the hell? Can you think about anything other than him bending you over his desk and- who are you kidding, of course you can't." He notices your gaze drifting off as he peeks up at you from your paper, "Sweetheart..." You don't hear him talking to you as your mind continues to wander, "...his hands on you...his lips on your body...with how he big he feels in your mouth imagine how he feels in your-" he tries to get your attention again, "Hello? Are you alright?" Still not hearing him, "...and his beard against your skin, especially on your neck and between your thighs..." You still don't notice him as he walks around his desk and leans back against it right in front of you, "Sweetheart, are you alright?" Finally, you come back to your senses. Feeling extremely embarrassed, your cheeks flush red, giving away exactly what was going on in your thoughts. A smirk decorates Marcus' face while he rolls up his sleeves, drawing your attention to his now exposed forearms. "What was going on in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?" Even though you two have done a lot together, you still avert your gaze from his, still too shy to admit the dirty thoughts you have of him...not to mention how often you think those thoughts. He gently grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to meet his eyes. Pulling you closer, Marcus' lips barely graze against yours, his breath hot on your skin. His voice drops into a low gravely tone, "Tell Daddy what you were thinking about, all those dirty thoughts that I know run through your mind...be a good girl and tell me..." Your breath leaves your body in a soft moan. Trying to collect yourself, "I was...I-I was thinking of....umm...you...your...uh..I..."

"If you tell me, I just may do it..."

A gasp powers you to kind of form a sentence, "I w-was thinking about you...and what you do to me...and the all the things you could do to me...being underneath you...nearly breaking whatever you're pounding me into..." Marcus lets out a low moan as he pulls you in and kisses you, his tongue already finding its way past your lips. The sounds you make in response cause him to press against his pants. His hands find their way into your hair and on your lower back, pulling you closer. He continues to moan as you kiss, "Damn he's so hot when he moans. Oh my STARS I want to really hear him moan" He pulls back, his hands still on you, "Baby, we should go somewhere..." slightly confused on his comment, "What? Where would we..what do you mean?" His eyes grow dark with lust again, "Some place where we won't get caught when I make you scream my name so much you forget your own..." A whimper escapes your lips faster than you can process Marcus' words. "I'll take that as a yes. Where should we go sweetheart?" You pause a moment to consider, "Well, my apartment is two minutes away. I can send you my address and you can meet me over there." Giving you another kiss before pulling back again, "Sounds like a plan. I'll be over in a few." As you fix yourself up and start to walk away, Marcus quickly reaches out, giving you a quick smack, winking at you with a cheeky grin when you turn to look back at him.

You make it to your car and back to your apartment within a few minutes. Racing inside, you see that none of your roommates are home, remembering they left for the weekend. Quickly climbing the stairs up to your room, you change your bra and underwear to the set you just bought a few days ago, put some dirty clothes in the laundry basket and make sure everything is cleaned up, not forgetting to light a nice candle to set the mood a little more. A few minutes pass and you hear a car door as a text pops up on your screen

"Come open the door, baby ;)"

Trying not to fall down the stairs as you eagerly skip steps, you finally reach the door. Doing one last appearance check, you open the door. On the other side, Marcus leans with one arm against the door frame, closing the gap between your bodies as soon as the door closes behind him. His lips almost on yours, "Where's your room?" Grabbing onto his tie, you pull him in for a kiss, "Up the stairs, the door next to the bath-" before you could finish your sentence, Marcus had you up and over his shoulder, walking up the stairs. Reaching behind him, he waves his hand and locks the door. Once he reaches your room, he lays you down on the bed, kicking off his shoes and climbing on top of you, that familiar look floods his deep eyes again. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, sweetheart." Giving him a smirk, "You have no idea how many times I've gotten myself off to the thought of you." His lips meet yours in a heated clash. Your arms find their way around his neck as his hands find the button to your jeans. Marcus pulls back to slip off your shirt before kissing down your body; on your lips, to your jaw, down your neck, down your chest, past your stomach. Carefully sliding your jeans off, he continues to kiss your body as it becomes exposed. Soft whimpers from you and groans from Marcus fill the room, his lips never leaving your skin. His teeth grab onto your thigh, forcing a loud moan to escape from your throat. Marcus peers up at you with that infamous look of his, "Ooo, baby likes that, doesn't she?" He bites down on you again, getting the same reaction as before, "You sound so pretty. So good for me." His words only turn you on more. "P-please....please....I..I-I need..." He moves back up to your face, "What is it sweetheart?" You moan breathily in his ear, "I need you. Please, Mr. Moreno..." The groan that comes from his lips makes you even hotter for him, your wetness growing rapidly. Even in class, when you call him "Mr. Moreno", your innocent voice masking your filthy intent, his zipper threatens to break from how hard his cock gets. Burying his face in your neck, Marcus' mustache scratching against your delicate skin, "Say it again," his voice dropping to a growl, "say my name again." His hips begin to create friction between your legs while he awaits your response. The things this man does to you, you feel as if you could get off just from him grinding into you as his voice resonates through your soul. Biting the bottom of your ear, he forces sounds to escape your lips but no words can form, "Come on, baby. Be a good girl for me"

"Mr. Moreno, pleeeaaassee"

His lips travel back down your body as he begins to pull you apart, thread by thread. Settling back between your thighs, his hot breath sends a shiver through you. His tongue licks through your folds, already drenched and melting in his touch. "Already so wet for me, baby" he slips two fingers inside you, "How often have you gotten yourself off to the thought of me, baby?" A moan brings an answer to your lips, "All the time...I think about you all the time....think about you touching me...your strong arms around my waist...your hands on me...you-your fingers...doing..."

"Doing this?"

A curve in his fingers guides you closer to the edge. His name escapes your mouth in a chant, the only word your mind can conjure. The sounds you sing only make his aching stronger and stronger until he snaps, "Baby, I need to be inside of you." Your head moves to meet his eyes as he carefully takes his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth. A groan rumbles through his chest as he cleans them off, keeoing eye contact the entire time. Biting your lip, you hold back a moan as you watch Marcus undress before you, taking in the jaw-dropping sight of his naked body. You sit up and crawl to meet him at the foot of the bed, your hands discovering his skin, your lips are soft against his tanned and toned chest. His hands gently push against your shoulders, "As nice as that feels, there's something tighter I wanna feel around me. Be a good girl and lay back for Daddy." The growl sounding like a command, you do as he tells you. Climbing on top of you, his hands land on either side of your head, dragging your focus up his flexed muscles and to his lustful eyes. You can see the hesitation behind his prowling gaze. Arms and legs wrapping around him, "It's alright, Marcus. I want you inside of me." Quickly wrapping himself with you still hanging on him, he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance, carefully pushing into you. Moans rip through your apartment as he takes it slow, easing you onto his size. "I'm gonna start moving, alright baby?" You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, "Okay. I'm ready."

Easing himself out of you so it's only the tip of his cock left inside, he pushes in slightly harder than before, still adjusting to you, "Ugh....your so tight baby...so tight for Daddy...so wet..." His lips entertain the delicate skin of your neck,your moans and whimpers echoing in his ears, flipping a switch that send his hips into a faster pace. The skin about his cock passes over your clit with every thrust, taking you higher and higher. Your eyes meet as he moves his head back, your lips grazing as you pant against each other. Marcus leans into you depper than before, his mouth meeting yours just in time to swallow the yelp that soars from you. His tongue dancing on your lips, begging for entrance. Parting them slightly, he groans at the feel of you. His kisses travel to your jaw before his lips guide his breath against your ear, "Good girl. Moan for me, baby. Your sound make me want to fuck you until you can only think of me...what I do to you...how much I stretch you..." His husky voice rattles you to the core, clenching tight around his cock. "I'm gonna...please let me come, sir." Marcus pulls back again to look into your eyes, "Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy. You're such a good girl for me." Your climax slams into you at his words just as he chases his release.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls you to his chest, "That...that was...I haven't done that in forever. Was it okay?" You turn your head up to look at him, "Okay? Marcus that was the best sex I've ever had! You really know how to treat a woman." You both chuckle, "Thank you, honey. That means a lot. But..um...what you said earlier about me to Miracle Guy..."

"Y-yes?"

"Is it true?"

"Marcus, I wouldn't lie about that. You're really fucking sexy."

"Honey you're too-"

*buzzzzz*

Marcus' phone begins to ring. Reaching over carefully as not to disturb your comfortable position, he answers it. Still trying to catch his breath, "Hello?"

"Hey pal, it's Miracle Guy. Make sure you turn off your talk to text next time you and hot stuff get together"

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nutellaneedsanap · 3 years

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Marijon Week 2021 Day One Prompt: Blue Eyes||Identity Reveal

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT SUPERBOY AND LADYBUG COULD SING- [video attached]

[The Video starts shakily, pointing at a 45 degree angle to Superboy 2.0. He is hovering near the edge of the roof and softly strumming a ukulele, seemingly lost in thought. The video zooms in and he begins to hum the intro to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. He pauses, clears his throat, and begins in a beautiful tenor.

“I’ve been watching you, for some time. Can’t stop starin’ at those ocean eyes.” He flies backwards and sits on the edge of the roof, smiling.

“Burning cities and napalm skies,” a new voice continues. Superboy stops playing the ukulele and looks up, eyes wide. The cameraman gasps and pans to the right to find Ladybug. You can tell by her windswept hair and the way she is holding her yo-yo that she just swung onto the rooftop. “Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes, your ocean eyes.” The camera follows her as she walks over to pull Superboy into a standing position. Smiling, the heroine continues in her surprisingly clear voice.

“No fair,” she nudges him. “You really know how to make me cry,”

Superboy snaps out of his stupor and joins her. “When you give me those ocean eyes, I’m scared. I’ve never fallen from quite this high falling into your ocean eyes, those ocean eyes.”

The song continues with the two of them dueting and harmonizing beautifly, crescendoing when appropriate and quieting down at the more serious parts. At some point, Ladybug grabs Superboy by the hand and pulls him to the center of the rooftop where she begins to dance. As the song comes to an end, they slow down considerably and their faces begin to drift closer. As soon as the last note leaves their lips, Superboy darts forward and captures her lips with his.

A whoop is heard from behind the camera, followed by an “Oh, shit!” when the superheroes break apart and look at the camera man. The camera shakes and the video ends.]

LIKE HOLY SHIT I GOT CAUGHT BUT IT WAS WORTH IT

Queen @ur_favorite_queer_queen

@nutella(she_they) ASFLKJEFLJEF NOT TO MENTION SUPERBOY 2 CAN PLAY THE UKULELE-

PunchLime(she/they/he) @lee_max

@nutella(she_they) [Insert image *okay, was anybody going to tell me that ladybug and superboy could sing or was i supposed to just figure that out via random twitter video myself.jpg*]

Robin @thefourthboywonder

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy Jon-El, what are you doing with my little sister?

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder uhhhhh *gulps heavily* *looks at note cards* ...patrolling?

Robin @thefourthboywonder

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder Likely story. You may duel Father for her hand two weeks from today at the Batcave. Come or die, coward.

yes i am a bat leave me alone @Ladybug

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder *sigh* I am not your little sister, we were created in a lab and brought to life at the same time. Stop with the dramatics. We have been dating for 3 months, you know this.

purple and waffles @spoiler

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug OOOOHHHHHHHH SOMEONES IN TROUBLEEEEEEEEEEEE

Kon-El @theorginalsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug no no, @thefourthboywonder has a point

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug @theoriginalsuperboy kon you’re supposed to be on my side!! its in the brother code!!!

Kon-El @theorginalsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug @theoriginalsuperboy yeah but,,, its bug also rr would break up with me if i let anything bad happen to her i'm pretty sure

yes i am a bat leave me alone @Ladybug

To answer all the questions I keep getting, yes, I am dating Superboy 2, yes Robin and I are twins genetically created in a lab(Nightwing posted about this when we first started being vigilantes??), yes, I can sing moderately well, and no, we did not kill @nutella(she_they). They are perfectly fine, if a bit mortified.

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

@Ladybug yeah guys im completely fine, i even asked before posting the video and everything :) (also i appreciate the concern and all but how exactly would i post that if i was dead?) ((and i think @thesecondsuperboy is a bit more mortified than me, lol))

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@Ladybug @nutella(she_they) yep! She is perfectly fine :) (i even flew her home) ((can you blame me?????? there is now a video of me singing on the internet))

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

@Ladybug @nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy AFJELJFJ yes i can blame you lmao you let me post it

dat ass™ @nightwing

@Ladybug @thesecondsuperboy YOU GUYS ARE DATING AND I AM THE LAST IN THE FAMILY TO KNOW??? betrayal at its finest

I lived bitch @redhood

@nightwing i was the first(besides @blackbat ofc) to know and i think that is very sexy of me

dat ass™ @nightwing

@redhood you MONSTER how could you not tell me?!?!?!

I lived bitch@redhood

@nightwing my own brother,,,, called me a monster. he was right of course, but it still hurt

dat ass™ @nightwing

@redhood DO NOT QUOTE THE SACRED SERIES AT ME WHEN I AM MAD AT YOU

I lived bitch @redhood

@nightwing what cha gon do

MW @thefashionone

Hi um how much tea can i drink before dying? Asking for a friend.

Dick Grayson @thesexyone

@thefashionone send me your location im coming over

MW @thefashionone

@thesexyone HA im at metropolis with jon you will never find me

Duke Thomas-Wayne @thenewone

@thefashionone @thesexyone MARI HE IS HEADING TO THE AIRPORT HIDE HIDE HIDE

MW @thefashionone

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone WHAT HOW NO STOP HIM

Duke Thomas-Wayne @thenewone

@thefashionone @thesexyone I TRIED I WAS TOO LATE @theprettyone HELD ME BACK

Cass Wayne @theprettyone

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone Mari needs to sleep :)

MW @thefashionone

*gasp* my own SISTER

Mochegato @mochegato

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone @theprettyone man i love the wayne family

Dicta-Ruler @Emmy_Phee

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone @theprettyone @mochegato today is a good day to be a gothamite :)

@marijon-week

a big thank you to my friends from the MGI server who let me use their username for this!!!!!!

This is technically not late its 11 pm where im at rn soooo

also tumblr wont space it how i want it to but idc anymore im too tired

#marijon week 2021 #marijon #maribat #social media fic #social media #not beta read #not beta'd

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 3 years

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Oooohhhhhhhh yes. Can I maybe ask for number 4 with Obi-Wan?

“How did my clothes end up way over there?”

This was the best way to wake up; slowly, warm, and with the weight on the man you loved pressed against you. The fact your body was still pleasantly spent from the night before was just a bonus.

The light of the morning streamed through the open window of the rather spacious room you had taken for the night. You could faintly make out the sounds of bartering from the market below, but it was muffled by distance and a far cry from the endless stream of noise you were used to on Coruscant. This was as quiet and peaceful as you and Obi Wan could get.

As if sensing your thoughts, his curled his arm around you just a little tighter, his bread scratching lightly against your bare skin.

You smiled down at him, running your hand absently through his hair as you turned towards the ceiling.

You had two more days until you had to return to Coruscant and pretend none of this had happened. This wasn’t an opportunity you were going to waste.

You started to make a mental list of activities when you noticed something strange hanging from the light fixture above you.

Narrowing your focus, you felt your mouth fall open as you realized what it was. Somehow, someway, your panties had made it to the ceiling.

You let out a laugh, earning your a small groan from the man wrapped around you.

“And what, my dear, could be so amusing at this time in the morning?” Obi Wan mumbled.

“Nothing at all,” you said, still smiling. “I was just pondering the question of; how did my clothes end up way over there?”

Obi Wan blinked his eyes open, his brow furrowing in confusion.

You glanced up toward the ceiling.

Obi Wan followed your line of sight, raising an eyebrow when he discovered exactly what you were talking about.

“I suppose I was more...enthusiastic last night than I realized,” he said.

“I could have told you that.”

He turned his attention back to you, his lip turning into a side-ways smile. “In my defense, I don’t see how any man could conceal their enthusiasm for you in that dress.”

“Is that so?”

He hummed a yes, before pressing his lips to yours in a slow, deep kiss.

Stars the man knew exactly how to touch you. You wanted to hold him right there for the rest of your life if you could. Unfortunately for both of you, the clock as ticking.

“Obi Wan...”

“I know,” he said, his lips never fully leaving your skin. “But we have two days, and I for one want to the take the time to explore every part of you before we do any exploring outside.”

As he spoke those words, he kissed his way down your body, sucking and nipping against your skin until he settled himself right between your legs.

Any protest your had disappeared in a long moan.

You’d pick up your clothes later.

#Star Wars #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #lemon

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whostarlockeda03 · 2 years

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For the ask meme, Nyx vs Luche?

Oooohhhhhhhh, well this is a tough one!

Of course I want to say Nyx, but to be fair, we never really see Luche fight... we only really see him shoot Nyx, and well. He's got the advantage there because he's using a long-range weapon. Also at that point Nyx is hardly at his best, given that he's already injured and unable to warp.

ngl though, it's a fight I kinda wanna see. I imagine those two butting heads a lot with how Drautos seems to favour them both.

I feel like it'd be a really really tough fight, but I think if they were both in top form (and had magic), then I'd say Nyx would win.

Without magic I think Luche might actually take it though :/

#whostarlocked answers #answered ask #ask game #ffxv #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #ask #garbria answer #feel free to ask #ask me things #I will answer #eventually #ffxv nyx #nyx ulric #luche lazarus

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fiction-in-my-blood · 3 years

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Holiday Spirit (ObeyMe! Fic)

I’m feeling in a christmasy mood for the first time in, well, years, and feel like we all need a bit of chaotic joy at the moment ^.^ (I may have had a few, maybe more than a few, whiskey and cokes so this may not be as good as I think it is haha (￣▽￣)" )

Warnings: None, this is just some brother fluff/existence fic.

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It was hard to tell the changing in seasons in Devildom, mainly because there were no seasons, but the flakes of ash that fell from the sky every now and again gave MC an idea of what time of year it was. In recent years, it hadn’t even snowed where they lived on Earth, so this was the next best thing. But, even as that specific spirit blossomed within them, no one in Devildom seemed to take notice of the calendar, even if it wasn’t the same as MC was used to.

Luckily, however, MC still had their music thanks to their trusty DDD. Whether they were getting ready for school, doing their chores in the kitchen, or wondering the streets with one of the demon brothers, cheerful- and some a little depressing- tunes were playing through headphones or speakers. The brothers didn’t take much notice of it, their human was already a little... weird, but they were their human and they didn’t actually know how regular humans acted. Solomon wasn’t much of an example, he was as devilish as any of them at some points.

But, it was when MC started putting up strange ropes of sparkling rags and paper chains in the hallways did they started to really wonder if everything was okay. It was too late before they realised all the white and red trinkets that started to litter surfaces in the living room and dining hall.

“Hey, MC, whatcha up to?” Mammon approached accusingly, frowning his brows at his human, stood on the tallest ladder the House of Lamentation’s attic had. Slightly spooked by the sudden announcement, seeing as their ears had been plugged by headphones once again, MC almost toppled right off. Well, by almost, I mean they did. Fortunately, Beel had been observing the affair from a different angle.

“Oh! Thanks, Beel! I didn’t want to be in a cast for Christmas!”

The second that word, or, more precisely, the first half of that word, was uttered, the surrounding demons froze up, sending MC tumbling to the floor as even Beelzebub jumped. Groaning, rubbing their bruised butt and looking up at the duo of curious demons, MC couldn’t understand why they would react in such away. It didn’t take long for Mammon to provide them with an answer.

“MC! Are you stupid? You can’t say that word here! Diavolo will hear you!!” Mammon, almost three metres from where he had last been seen, yelled loud enough for any other avatars to come investigating.

“What’s going on here?” Asmodeus wiggled his brows at MC, now on their knees in an attempt to stand back up, and Beel hurrying to help them back up after dropping them.

“They said the word!” Mammon whispered, pointing an accusing finger as MC quietly thanked the mass of muscle and kindness.

“What word?” Asmo pulled a confused, and slightly exhausted, expression as he followed Mammon’s gesture.

“I just said Christmas and they both f-.” MC couldn’t even finish their sentence before Asmo was clapping his hand over their face.

“Love, I wouldn’t say that! Diavolo wouldn’t exactly take kindly to it.” Asmo, shockingly, looked stressed by the phrase as he ensured MC ould keep their mouth shut before he let them go.

“I don’t see how Chri-.”

“Oh I’d love to see how this turns out.” A new voice spoke up from behind the quartet, everyone turning to see Satan with a mirthful smirk on his face, hand on his hip as his one shulder held up his jacket. He had one book in hand, surely something about the latest potion MC had told him about. This one was from Earth, nothing magical to it but the taste. It was eggnog, and Satan was sure he had heard the term before from many years ago, sure he could make the best concoction MC had ever tasted. He was holding a recipe book.

“Satan, would you please explain to them was Chris-.” And with that, MC finally understood why they were prohibited from saying that one word.

“OoOOhhhhHHhh, you think I’m saying Christ.” Everyone, excluding MC and Satan, went into a frenzy at their true pronunciation of the name. It didn’t calm down until a booming voice instructed everyone to stop.

Turning around, the five in the hallway turned to see two very tall, and one a little shorter, statues of men. Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos at his side.

“What is the meaning of this racket?” Lucifer sneered, trying his best to kee his composure in front of the prince. Mammon was visibly sweating, Beelzebub so very hungry from the sudden franticness of the situation, and Asmo trying his very best not to seem affected by the word. He didn’t like losing his cool, but this was a situation he did not expect to find himself in. MC, their MC, saying that name- in their house?! He never imagined it.

“Ah, MC, I see you standing putting up your decorations! Doesn’t the place look cheery.” Diavolo smiled up at the piece of tinsel hanging from the rafters, one end swinging back and forth, waiting to be taped up. “Barbatos, you should help them. We can’t have MC falling and hurting themself.”

“Wait! You let this happen?!” Mammon awed at the nerve of the prince, looking up at what must be some sort of religious hanging. He didn’t really remember what humans did for God, but he was sure this must be new.

“Why not? MC explained to me the holiday doesn’t mean the same thing for all humans, some don’t even associate it with Christ, so what’s the harm?” Although his tone faltered on the certain word, Diavolo seemed as happy as ever to accomodate the human’s traditions. It may have been because Christmas was usually celebrated for Christ’s death, but lets just let that slide for now...

With that, MC had a lot of explaining to do. At first, they used the time to rope the brothers into helping them put up the decorations. With a lot more hands, and on Beelzebub’s shoulders, the halls of the dorm were decked much quicker than they would have if MC had tried on their own.

“So... You use Chr-... Ma-... The holiday to connect with your friends and family?” Mammon, not being able to say any part of the word without a shiver running up his back, trully tried to understand the meaning behind Christmas.

“That’s what it used to be about. Although, in recent years it mainly been about being with my friends. I don’t have a lot of family to celebrate with nowadays. But, for others, its mainly about presents and food. Oh, and not to mention the songs.” Not wanting to dampen the mood with their everyday life, MC started to list off all the joys of Christmas they remembered. Their mouth started to water at the memories of roast dinners and yorkshire puddings. The familiar popping of Christmas crackers echoed somewhere in the background of chattering as the brothers discussed their favourite parts of what the holiday sounds like. MC laughed remembering the static those flimsy paper hats would cause with your hair, making it stand up like a crazed scientist.

“Oh, and snow’s the best part. My friends and I used to go to a hill near our home and sledge down it. I almost broke my arm once when I crashed into a tree!” Nothing could help the cute giggle that left MC’s mouth as they remembered those fond times.

“Yeah yeah, enough about the cold, tell me more about these presents.” Mammon pushed through, cutting off one of the brothers, he didn’t take note who, who was about to ask for more stories of MC’s past. This didn’t put him in a very good light in any of the men’s eyes. MC merely laughed, a lighthearted affair that quickly turned everyone’s attention back to them.

“When you’re a kid, you usually make a list to send to Santa, but he’ll only give you want if you’re good. If not, you get coal. Or Krampus.” It was MC who shivered at the name this time, nightmare horro stories their mother used to tell them as a kid imprinting a fear in them that would last a life time.

“Kr-Krampus?” Levi, who had joined the group as they passed his room mid decorating, stuttered out in anticipation. He knew about christmas was anime, but nothing about a scary version of Santa.

“Legend has it, he kidnaps or punished naughty children by stuffing them in his sack, taking them to his lair, and eating them. Sure got me to behave when I was a kid.” MC laughed, although the nightmares they had were as real as the demons in front of them were.

“Anyway, come on, I’ll show you guys how to make Christmas cake!” MC jumped, wanting everyone to learn the joys of Christmas they had waited so many years to enjoy again.

“Now?? But you said its two months away??” Satan awed at the odd timing, looking down at thenotes he had jotted down in his recipe book. Not that he let anyone else see them.

“You have to let the brandy ferment to get the best taste! Come on, I’m gonna need the help!” And with that, the student council, with a sleeping Belphegor slung over Beelzebub’s shoulder, headed to the kitchen.

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