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#Flashback
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SlaDick in the enemies-to-benefits stage, when something happens that calls back to the Blockbuster incident: the villain finds out Dick's identity, Slade immediately kills him, and Dick breaks down.
Dick stumbling from the building, caught between shock and horror, with an irritated Slade following him. Dick collapsing on a rooftop, orange-and-black in his blurry vision, stuck in a flashback with the horrible certainty that he knows what happens next.
Dick waking up in his apartment, tucked into his bed. Slade didn't touch him. Dick having the heartbreaking realization that if Slade, if Deathstroke the Terminator, one of the biggest bads out there and an untrustworthy ally, didn't take advantage of Dick when he couldn't fight back, then...then it really wasn't his fault.
If Slade could figure out that Dick didn't want to have sex, then it wasn't Dick's fault.
Dick having a fresh breakdown and sobbing on a (very worried) Slade's shoulder.
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artalfons · 2 months
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In every scene Genesis is there just out of frame, you just didn't know it.
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ask-spiderpool · 6 months
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hotyanderedaddies · 1 month
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The School Bully Loves You, Pt. 0:
When Blake Fell in Love with You
Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3
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[Yandere! Bully x GN Nerd! Reader]
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"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
You heard the other students chant over and over that there was a fight, and judging by the "Ooohs!" and "Oh shit!", you could tell that someone was getting their butt kicked.
You didn't want to be associated with any of that stuff, so you did your best to steer clear of any drama.
You were only in fifth grade, but you were pretty wise in a certain retrospect in that you did not want to be involved in any sort if unnecessary drama that would add stress to your life. In fact, this was so prominent in your attitude that you were deemed to be a bit anti-social (shy was more apt).
However, since the crowd of chanting students was in the same direction that you had to take in order to get home, you were forced to walk towards the commotion despite your apprehension.
The closer you got, the more you could see the fight that was going on.
One guy had another pinned to the ground, and the one on top was wailing on the other one with both fists. The sounds of flesh against flesh banged out, and you cringed at the onslaught you witnessed.
"Teacher!" a random kid shouted out, pointing towards the school where one of the fourth grade teachers poked her head out to scream at the crowd to disperse.
Everyone scattered, leaving the one kid who'd been wailed on in the dust.
He stayed on the ground, coughing a little bit as he tried to catch his breath.
You didn't move from your spot, ignoring everyone else as they ran off, leaving just you and the apparent loser of the fight.
A part of you said that it wasn't your responsibility, that you should've just walked home and tried your best to pretend that you didn't see anything at all.
But your conscience told you otherwise.
Swallowing your nerves, you called out, "H-hey!"
The guy remained still on the ground.
You didn't have a phone yet (thanks Mom and Dad), so you couldn't call 911. Therefore, you rushed forward and up to the other guy, your eyes widening at what you saw.
You didn't recognize him. He must've been in a different grade, maybe older because he seemed really big and tall (even from his lying position). His cheek was bruised up and his right eye was swollen shut. He had a cut on his arm that was bleeding a little bit-- not too bad, but enough to where it might ruin his leather jacket.
"Are you okay?" you asked, immediately feeling stupid because he obviously wasn't.
"...yeah," the guy grunted, turning his head away from you, blushing a little bit.
You bit down on your lower lip, not knowing what you could say to help out the random dude who'd gotten his butt kicked. Therefore, you did the only thing that you could think of.
"Um," you mumbled, "um, I have a band-aid...?" You cringed a little, but still dug through your backpack for a band-aid to give him. Your mom made you carry a box with you to school since you were pretty clumsy and always seemed to manage to fall down and skin your knee, hence your box of Hello Kitty Band-Aids.
You pulled out a band-aid with Pompompurin and peeled off the back, carefully sticking it to the guy's cut arm. Out of instinct, you bent down and pressed your lips to it, giving it a little kiss like what your mom does to all of your ouchies.
You froze, having no idea why you'd done that.
"Uhh..." you mumbled. "I hope you feel better!"
Thinking quickly, you shot up to your feet and sprinted away as quickly as you could, scurrying in the direction of your house.
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As Blake watched you run off, he looked down at the band-aid on his arm that had some random cartoon character on it.
He snorted and was about to pull it off, but then froze.
His skin still tingled from where you'd kissed him and simply thinking about it made his heart flutter in his chest and his breath get all ragged.
He recognized you from school, recalling how you'd typically keep to yourself and how you were a Grade A nerd.
...and how cute you are.
That'd been it initially-- Blake had thought that you were sorta cute, not paying too much attention otherwise.
But as he watched you run off, he couldn't help but stare in wonder.
Why had you helped him?
Why did you care?
And, ultimately, why weren't you his yet?
"They'll be mine," Blake promised himself. "Sooner or later, I'll make them mine."
He smiled as looked down at the Band-Aid you'd given him and placed his hand over where you'd kissed him, smiling to himself.
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From then on, Blake made it his mission to make sure that you were protected at all costs.
He heard someone talking shit about you or thinking about messing with you?
He kicked their ass.
He heard someone say something negative about you?
He kicked their ass.
Someone cut you in line during lunch?
He kicked their ass.
Someone was wanting to ask you out on a date?
He kicked their ass.
Just that simple act of kindness that you showed the school bully had him wrapped around your finger. You didn't know it, but he was one-hundred percent devoted to you.
He walked you to and from school everyday, making sure to keep a little bit of distance in between the two of you. He knew that you were shy and that you didn't want to be involved in any sort of drama.
Plus, Blake wasn't delusional. He knew that he had an extremely negative reputation surrounding him, and he didn't want to drag you down with him. Everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes, and if you were associated with him, then he'd inadvertently ruin whatever reputation you'd built up.
In his mind, you're an angel, and he didn't want to taint you.
Hence, he kept his distance and made sure to admire you from afar.
But still, if anyone were to ask, Blake would say that you're his. He loves you after all, more than anything in the world.
And he promised himself that eventually he'd confess to you... all he needed was something to push him to do so...
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tresenellaart · 8 months
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Here's the latest strip of my webcomic, TransLucid! You can read more of it on DeviantArt or ComicFury.
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befemininenow · 2 months
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It may be a week late, but I hope your Valentines was amazing this year. Here's a little throwback from Escafa (aka Spawnfan) of DeviantArt fame. (If only transitioning was that easy.)
Created back in Valentine’s 2013 as an MTF transformation sequence, it's about a person (in this case, a man) who has a crush on a tomboyish girl. Unfortunately for him, she's a lesbian and does not like men. What the girl on the right doesn't know is that the person presenting as a boy has the ability to turn into a girl. Their female equivalent is a blonde bombshell and the shocked tomboy falls for her. The last panel shows some form of affection for the new lesbian couple.
At the time I saw this post, it was definitely a hot favorite of mines since I was really into MTF genderbending. 11 years later, however, my opinion on this piece is conflicted. Don't get me wrong: the girls are cute, especially the pretty blondie, who is definitely trans girl goals. However, there’s three problems with this piece:
Is the transformed girl transgender? Do they identify as a girl? What if they’re genderfluid, bigender, or even non-binary?
What are the chances this relationship may get impacted if the person in the left switches between genders based on their mood?
As cute as it seems that the left person will do anything to make the tomboy girl so happy, this piece is also part of the MTF transformation genre, which can be off-putting for some due to it’s fetishized and/or kinky nature.
I still think this is one of the better MTF TG transformations since the left person transformed themselves by choice and not by force (the latter is very common on those transformations). Yet, I can’t help but envy the transformed girl for her pretty looks and cute outfit. If only transitioning was that easy.
These were the kind of pieces that I was into before figuring out I was trans myself. This particular line art became one of Escafa’s most popular pieces and one of the most popular MTF TG transformation pieces. In fact, the one you see here is a vector repaint from another DeviantArt artist named P@ntied-Princess (their account is deactivated).
The ones you see online are reposts in ranging quality from good to really pixelated. This one, however, is not only the highest quality post I found, but it’s the one I saved from the original account. I had to use an image search engine and digital archives to find it. I’ve seen a few caption edits of this art throughout my searches, but they’re not in the best quality. Maybe with this repost, there could be some better editing to match with today’s time. Anyways, happy belated Valentine’s Day!
Original art tracing belongs to Escafa (aka Spawnfan). Vector painting done by P@ntied-Princess.
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hoomandoescosplay · 3 months
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My Darling | Alastor x Reader
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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evilhorse · 4 months
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Maybe a little competitive about who wore green best.
(Green Arrow #4)
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amielot · 6 months
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Rainfall
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 6 months
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Uh Oh we're in trouble
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"Yes, you are~"
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pierppasolini · 1 year
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Flashback (1981) // dir. Al Parker
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positivelyqueer · 10 months
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You’re safe. Take a deep breath. Your intrusive thoughts can’t hurt you. Your painful memories can’t hurt you. You are here now and you are safe. Keep breathing. Do what you need to do to ground yourself. It’s going to be okay. <3
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elitadream · 1 year
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Peach was never bothered by appearances. 😌💖
(A follow-up to my young Mario and Luigi post^^)
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ask-spiderpool · 6 months
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one-time-i-dreamt · 28 days
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"Texas"
There was this guy who had a flashback to his backstory, and it was literally just that he did something incorrectly as a kid and as punishment, his peers shouted “Texas” at him. All throughout the flashback and the normal thing, “Texas” was used as the highest insult.
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morganski-19 · 2 months
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The One with the Ring
(Woah, flashback. This takes place a month after Eddie moves in. Also, since Friends had a lot of flashback episodes, what would y’all like to see as a flashback for this au??)
Eddie stares at the box in his hands, knowing that it’s time. Knowing that he has to get rid of it. It’s useless now. It was barely useful a month ago. Now it was just sitting in his closet, taunting him.
He stands, leaving his room to find Steve sitting on Nancy’s couch with a magazine. “What are you doing here?”
Steve makes a face. “Walls are thin, Robin has a friend over, I lost my earplugs. And I wanted non-shitty coffee.” He takes a sip of the mug that was on the coffee table.
“Ah, makes sense.” Eddie stands there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. He’s still adjusting to this friend group, and he and Steve haven’t hung out one on one that much. For a reason. Eddie can’t trust himself yet.
Eddie walks over to the door, placing the ring box on the table while he puts on his jacket.
“Woah, is that a ring box?” Steve questions, not in a pressuring way. “Didn’t know you moved that fast, Munson.”
“Yeah well,” Eddie sighs. “Not going to be anywhere special anytime soon. About to go pawn it.”
Steve’s face falls. “Shit, sorry. I, I should have realized.” He sets down the magazine, standing and about to walk over to Eddie but decides against it. Instead choosing to lean against the back of the couch with his arms crossed. “Wanna talk about it?”
Eddie takes a deep breath. “We were together for three years. Long distance for the last six months. He got a new job, moved here, I had some things I had to take care of before I could move. I got it done faster than expected, thought I’d surprise him. Saw what I needed to see and left.”
“That fucking sucks. And you were going to propose?” Steve says it in a way that makes Eddie want to tell him everything. He can’t give his heart away just yet. But a friend, he could use that.
He nods, picking up the box and opening it. Looking at the ring he spent so long to pick out, making sure it was perfect. Too much effort for the wrong person. “Yeah. I was so sure he was it for me, but the universe has its way of fucking with me. This was just the latest edition.”
Steve walks over to the shoe rack, sliding off his sneakers and putting them on. He looks at Eddie expectantly. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Go where?” Eddie looks at him confused.
“To the pawn shop, then the bar. You deserve a drink after what that asshole put you through.”
Eddie huffs. “Don’t remember when I invited you along.”
“You didn’t,” Steve shrugs. “But I know a great pawn shop that won’t stiff you if that’s worth anything good.”
Eddie gives in. “Ok then, lead the way.”
Steve wasn’t wrong. The pawn shop gave him a pretty good amount for the ring. Not as much as he paid for it, but at least comparable. And then Steve buys him a drink. Or three. Makes his day a little bit better.
“So, how’d you find that place?” Eddie asks.
Steve sighs. “You’re not the only one who bought a ring for a terrible person. Only difference is I didn’t know for a few months after I proposed.”
“Shit,” is all that Eddie can find to say.
“Yeah. Saw a message on her phone from her coworker. I’m not a jealous guy, well most of the time, but I had this feeling about him when I met him. He was so flirty and touchy, and she didn’t stop it. But I trusted her, look where that got me.” Steve takes a long sip of his beer. “Looking back, it wasn’t going to work out. We were fresh out of college and going different places. But I still hoped, you know.”
Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, though. She didn’t deserve you.”
“And he didn’t deserve you either.”
“If I were lucky enough to get someone like you, I’d never do anything to let him go.” Eddie knows exactly the look that’s on his face, but he can’t stop it.
Steve smiles at him. “I could say the same thing about someone like you.”
Eddie has to look away before he does something stupid. Has to call it a day after he finishes his drink. They walk back to their building, saying goodbye when they get to their apartments. Eddie leaning on the door as it closes, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.
He is so fucked.
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