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[dailydccomics]

love when artists draw Barda big as hell Batman Beyond vol 5 #11 art by Bernard Chang

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[catladyoftheyr]

Muscle Memory

Pt 2

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Summary: you left town for your career, but you and Miguel always end up hooking up whenever you come back home.

Warnings/ Authors note: I was listening to Muscle Memory by Kelsea Ballerini and I had a vision and had to write it down.

Warnings and other things to be aware of : SMUT (FILTHY 18+ I’m so serious), alcohol, but neither character becomes inebriated, rough sex, unprotected p in v, light choking, filming of sex, oral sex for both parties, lots of dirty talk, creampie, facial, semi public sex/exhibitionism. You’re fucking against his car in a back alley parking lot.

Word count: 2.7k

Special tag for @lazyjellyfish300 I know you wanna read it bb 🕷️🪼

You haven't been home in months, but as you walked through the entryway of the local dive, you saw that your favorite spot on the end of the bar was still open. You slid onto the stool and ordered a margarita on the rocks. You sipped your drink quietly and pulled out your phone to check your email. You moved to a larger city after college for your career, but now it felt like work followed you everywhere you went, even off the clock. You were so absorbed in work that you didn’t notice that someone had taken the seat next to you at the bar: at least until you heard a familiar voice.

“Every time I see you you’re on that damn phone”

“Some of us have jobs, Miguel.”

“I have a job, thank you very much. It’s my bar you’re sitting in if I recall.” He smirked as he said the last sentence.

“Don’t you have work to do then? Besides terrorizing paying customers?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Miguel might be annoying, but he was still the closest friend you had back home. He’d never resented you for leaving town, even if he’d wanted you to stay.

“You know your drinks are on the house when you come here, cariño”. He made his accent heavy when he used the pet name. He knew you had a soft spot when he spoke Spanish. Miguel motioned to the bartender and ordered you another margarita

“It seems like bad business practice to give free drinks to any beautiful woman that walks through your door. O’haras is gonna close if you keep it up” you joked, sliding your phone back in your pocket.

“Aye, only for you. How long are you staying this time?” He replied. He slid your drink in front of you, toying with the straw. The glass looked comically small next to Miguel’s large hands. Your mind drifted to the nights where his hands had been tangled in your hair, palming your breasts, and inside your-

You came back to reality when you felt Miguel playing with your bra strap under your sleeve. The song had changed to something country, and Miguel was humming in your ear. “You know what they say, tequila makes her clothes fall off” he whispered as he slid your strap further down your shoulder.

You slid your strap back in place and moved Miguel’s hand back to the bar. “You’re gonna have to do better than if you want to get in my pants tonight, Mig.” You wanted him just as badly, but weren’t ready to give in just yet. You wanted to make him work for it. “I bet you can’t beat me at pool”

Miguel let out a loud laugh and threw back his head. “That’s not even a fair fight. I’d feel terrible seeing you lose.”

“Aww is Miggy scared to lose to a girl? Sounds like you’re a chicken” you replied, knowing exactly how to rile him up. You got a thrill out of agitating Miguel, the way his forehead creased, his mouth curling downward.

“I’m telling you right now that I’m gonna wipe the floor with you,” he shot back, clearly holding back a smile. “Don’t expect me to hold back just because you suck” he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less than the best from Miguel O’Hara.” You walked over to the pool table, sensing Miguel’s eyes trained on your ass as he ordered another round of drinks. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to stare?” You called after him.

“I’m just admiring the view, baby”

If he wanted a show, you’d be sure to give him one. You made sure to raise your arms as high as you could when you reached for the pool sticks. You made sure that your shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above the waistband of your shorts. You handed one of the sticks to Miguel with a smug grin on your face. He bit his lip as he watched you arrange the balls in the rack; he ogled you as you deliberately arched your back bending over the table. “You can break,” you said flirtatiously.

Miguel took on a look of intense focus. You could see the way he calculated the best angle to shoot from. His t-shirt came untucked from his jeans when he moved around the table. You took in the view of his tanned skin, and the way his immense frame loomed over everything. Miguel had sunk three balls in quick succession before missing his next shot. He swore under his breath and turned to face you. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Come on, Mig. At least give me a chance to play before you sink everything.”

“No way! I told you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.”

You knew you didn’t stand a chance at winning; but you weren’t giving up without a fight. There weren’t any rules about distracting your opponent. You gave your shorts a gentle tug to emphasize your figure before analyzing which ball to aim for. You picked your target and leaned forward, moving your hips from side to side knowing Miguel was watching you. You took your shot slowly and watched with disappointment as the cue ball sank into a hole. “Fuck”

“Woof, a scratch on your first turn? You’re making this too easy” Miguel taunted you with a smirk. He grabbed two bottles of beer off a table and tore off the caps with his teeth, spitting them into his open palm before shoving them in his pocket. It was his favorite party trick, and he knew it turned you on. He turned back to the pool table. “Watch and learn, nena. This is how a pro does it.” He sunk two more stripes and missed the third.

That made five balls to your whopping total of zero. Time to ramp up your distraction strategy. “If you’re so good, then why don’t you help with this next shot?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible.

Miguel obliged and stood behind you, his frame towering over you. He placed his arms on yours and the heat of his body sent shockwaves down your spine. You bent together in perfect sync as Miguel showed you where to aim, saying something about keeping an eye on the ball and how to line up your shot. You weren’t listening, instead pressing your hips against his. You moved slowly and deliberately, grinding against his crotch. The friction was driving you both crazy, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. Miguel stifled a moan and pressed into you even harder. Neither of you cared about pool anymore. He nipped at your ear and you tried not to squeak. The pool sticks fell to the tabletop and Miguel leaned to whisper in you ear.

“Follow me.” Miguel grabbed your hand and you both stumbled out the back door of the bar into the parking lot. Immediately he had you pressed against the brick wall of the building. His lips crashed into yours, desperate and frenzied. You kissed back and grabbed his hair in an effort to pull him even closer. His tongue found its way into mouth while you moaned into the kiss. Miguel broke the kiss only to move his lips to your neck. “You’re such a fucking tease.” His eyes bored into yours. “Every time you come home you come into my bar, practically fucking begging to end up underneath me.”

“And you it up, Miggy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hoisted yourself up to cross your legs behind his back. “You want me so bad; you’d do anything for this pussy.” Miguel’s hands cupped your ass, sliding under the hem of your shorts. You moaned as he kneaded your flesh expertly. He carried you over to his car while you were still wrapped around him. Miguel let you down and leaned against the hood of his car, his cock clearly straining against the denim of his jeans.

“This is what you do to me, baby. You drive me so fucking crazy.” He groaned. You rubbed his cock through the fabric, relishing the noise he made as you teased him. You unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants and boxers. Miguel’s cock sprang free and you could barely wrap your hand around his thick girth. You were no stranger to his body but could swear he seemed bigger than you remembered. Miguel moaned loudly as you slowly your hand up and down his shaft, taking care to rub your thumb over his sensitive tip.

Whenever you and Miguel hooked up it felt natural. You’d done this so many times you both knew exactly what the other liked. Every nook and cranny, every secret spot. You knew exactly which buttons to press to drive each other wild. You picked up the pace of your strokes before kneeling to take him in your mouth. “Please baby. I need more. Need you to suck my cock.” Miguel’s voice was desperate and pleading. You licked from base to tip, tasting the salt of the precum he was leaking like a faucet. You bobbed your head up and down, struggling with his size. Miguel bucked his hips in response and you made it halfway down the length of his cock.

You came up for air and spit in your palm and began stroking the base while you sucked. Miguel groaned and you felt him wrap a hand in your hair, pushing your mouth down further. “Come on baby, I know you can take me.” Your hands fell to your sides and Miguel’s hands guided you up and down his shaft. “You’re so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.” His pace quickened and he began to fuck your face, thrusting down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth and started stroking himself. “Fuckkk I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth for me, baby.” You closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue, feeling ropes of semen hit your face and tongue. You licked your lips, tasting the salt and sweat. You opened your eyes to see Miguel had his phone out. “Smile for me, hermosa. You look so pretty with my cum on your face I want to remember this” he cooed while snapping pictures.

Miguel helped you up off your knees and swiped his fingers softly across your face before popping them into his mouth to clean them. He kissed you again before pressing you face down against the hood of his car. You felt his large hand palming against your pussy through your shorts. “Mmmplease, Mig. Don’t tease me like this.” He kept rubbing, pressing the fabric into your folds.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, baby. Paybacks a bitch.” Miguel crouched down and kissed your pussy through your denim shorts; You felt him massage your ass while he pressed his mouth against you. He pressed down firmly as you squirmed under his touch, desperately trying to increase the friction. “Stop fucking wiggling.” He yanked your shorts down so the only thing between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your thong. He rubbed your clit through your panties and you gasped.

“Please, baby. I need more” you moaned breathlessly. He picked up the pace, making quick circles around your bud with his large fingers. You felt the pleasure building steadily as Miguel worked his magic. “Ah! I’m almost there. Keep going, Miggy!” Just as the words left your mouth he stopped, leaving you hanging on the edge of your orgasm. “What the fuck was that for?!” You turned to face him and saw a shit eating grin on his face. “It’s not fucking funny, Mig” you groaned.

“I told you, payback is a bitch. You don’t get to cum until I say you can, baby.” You sighed and Miguel pressed you against the car hood again with one hand, using the other to push your panties to the side. He slid one thick finger into you and moved it slowly in and out. “You’re so fucking wet for me baby. And so tight. I’m gonna stretch this pussy out” he cooed, adding a second finger. “That’s it, baby.” He knelt down again and you felt him trade his fingers for his tongue. He darted in and out of your entrance, and you flooded with wetness. “You taste so fucking good”. Miguel continued licking, kissing, and sucking every fold of your slit. The pleasure building up was starting to become unbearable; you had no idea how you were going to be able to hold back. Then Miguel said the magic words: “Cum for me, cariño” he purred, sucking on your clit as if his life depended on it.

You let yourself fall over the edge and you gasped as your orgasm overtook you. Waves of pleasure racked your body and you found yourself speechless. You were coming down from the rush when you felt the tip of Miguel’s cock poking at your entrance. “It’s too big” you moaned, already feeling the stretch from just the tip.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’ve done this before. You’re so good at taking me, baby.” Miguel replied, pressing in another inch of his girth. He grunted as he felt you stretching around him. “Your pussy is so good. You make me feel so good.” Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up to his chest, pushing his cock in further. He grabbed your hair and turned your face toward him to kiss you again. The kiss deepened and became frenzied as you felt him going deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out inside of you. You felt so full you couldn’t believe he fit inside of you.

“Your cock is so fucking big, Miggy. I need you to fuck me.” You moaned, not caring if anyone else was around. Miguel took your words to heart and immediately started pumping in and out, your wetness running down your thighs. He kept a steady pace, hitting the sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. “Fuck me harder” you cried, cockdrunk.

Miguel pulled out and flipped you over, dragging you both to the side of his car. He pulled out his phone again and pressed record before reentering you. “Put on a show for me baby, show the camera how good I make you feel.” You moaned louder, happy to show off for him. Miguel pushed up your shirt to expose your tits and palmed them roughly with one hand. He groped and squeezed, pinching and rolling your nipples between his digits.

“Fuck, Miggy. You feel so good. Keep going”

“You’re taking this cock so well, baby. The camera loves you. You’re such a little slut for me I love it.” He pumped harder, hitting your cervix with his tip. His spare hand moved from your chest to your throat and he squeezed lightly. You let out a moan and felt pleasure start to build in your core again. You used one hand to start rubbing circles on your clit while Miguel was thrusting. “That’s it, baby. Rub it out for me. You’re taking my cock so well.”

“M-mig I’m close. I’m gonna cum” you squeaked out, the circles on your clit becoming more frantic.

“Go on, nena. Cum on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.” Miguel’s encouragement pushed you over the edge and your second orgasm ripped through your body. You felt yourself clench tighter around his cock and he thrusted harder, taking his hand off your throat and using it to steady you against the side of the car. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna put a baby in you, then you can’t leave me again.” Miguel gave one final thrust before you felt him release, spilling his seed inside of you. He grunted before pulling out slowly.

“That was so good, mig. I remember why I come back to this place when I’m in town now” you joked, pulling your clothes back into place. Miguel finished redressing himself and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah? Well maybe you should come home more often then.”

#miguel spiderverse #spiderverse fanfic #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #atsv fanart #atsv fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut

[thecreelhouse]

“What did you just say?” WOAH

hi bb! apologies for the wait and for getting a lil carried away on this one, but I hope you enjoy it <3 just a lil over 2k, enemies to lovers, mean(ish)!steve, dacryphilia, etc.

You hate slow shifts at work.

Correction: you hate slow shifts while working with Steve.

It was busier in the first half of the day, or so Robin said before clocking out, but once evening fell on a quiet Wednesday night, there had to be about 5 or so customers that came into the store. All spaced out by hours dragging in between.

Those hours drag much more when Steve’s around. You’ve come close to quitting a few times after working together, but once you found it brought him only more satisfaction to make you miserable, you decided to tough it out, stay out of pure spite.

That spite only encouraged Steve to become insufferable, burrowing under your skin any chance he’d get. It’s just been a back and forth, one-upping competition of who could be more terrible to the other ever since. Robin has tried mediating between the both of you with no progress in sight. Keith has warned you both, separately and together, that you’re on thin ice if this keeps up.

A shitty job at Family Video was not worth all of this stress, but you can’t bring yourself to back down now. Steve, still cocky and competitive when the right things set him off, couldn’t lose to you and your spiteful, bratty antics.

By now, neither of you could even remember why you couldn’t stand the other, but any reason wouldn’t matter now anyway. Something, something about Steve claiming you’re some “washed up slut”, how you always believe you’re right in any situation, and other shit that rolls off your back by now. You’ve thrown ugly remarks in return, something along the lines of him being a “failure whose only friends are a bunch of kids”, how it’s only the desperate girls throwing themselves at him, stuff like that.

All of that tension and fury have to lead to something eventually.��

It only leads somewhere that you least expect.

Steve’s pocketing his third number of the night, given by yet another girl he lays the generic flirting on thick with. 

With a wink, he tells her, “I’ll call you later.”

You retch behind him at the far end of the counter. She never notices, but Steve sure does. When the girl leaves, it’s just you and Steve alone in the store, your least favorite time of closing shifts with him.

Striding over to the front door, you lock it and flip the “closed” sign, mocking Steve as you mutter under your breath, “I’ll call you later.” Your tone’s whiny, comical, but Steve’s not laughing.

“Jesus, try a little harder if you’re gonna poke fun at me,” He rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter with his eyes on you. When you turn around, you spot the way his stare lingers on your legs, on display in the skirt you decided to wear. “Y’know, I don’t think that skirt’s short enough for you. Usually you’re flashing more skin than that.”

Your lip curls in a snarl, flipping him off as you walk back to the counter. You gather some tapes to return to the shelves, throwing over your shoulder, “Sorry, Harrington, the free shows are over.”

It doesn’t shake his stare off as you walk away; he’s pissed you always wear outfits that only accentuate your body’s features. Makes it harder for him to focus on work, or flirting with other girls. You’re the worst distraction Steve’s ever encountered.

You don’t even need to turn around to feel his gaze on you. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, loser.”

With a disgusted huff, Steve grabs another stack of tapes to restock on the opposite side of the store. He can’t even focus on such a basic task, though. He’s bothered, to say the least; he’s shed the ‘King Steve’ persona years ago, realizing his faults while becoming a better person, for not just himself, but everyone around him.

Except you. 

You’re the one person he’s ready to snap over. You’re the one roadblock in his way while he tries his hardest to move forward from his past. You’re the one asshole he considers throwing his progress aside just to make you cry, make you regret treating him like he’s lower than dirt.

Steve can’t think too much about wanting to see you cry, wanting to make you cry— it got him hard last time, and he’s still revolted by his body betraying him like that. It was something he couldn’t shake from his thoughts, not until he finally fucked his fist over the fantasies his lust painted out for him, all involving you.

He’d rather fight off another demogorgon than think of you like that.

You’re humming along to whatever song is playing softly over the store’s speakers, grabbing more tapes to put away. He looks up as you pass the aisle he’s in, noticing the lollipop in your mouth, and the dirty titles making up the tapes you carry to the back.

Steve knows better, knows he should leave you alone, finish his work, but he follows you into the adult section anyway. 

Leaning against the doorframe, he watches you stretch up to the top shelf, unable to hold back as he mouths off, “Damn, you’re fast putting all that porn back, must know ‘em pretty well.”

You look back after settling back on your feet, brow quirking, “Oh, no! A girl watches porn! How scandalous!” You turn back to the shelves, continuing your task. “Get over yourself, Steve.”

That wasn’t the answer he expected, but there wasn’t an answer he had in mind anyway. Instead of leaving you alone, being the bigger person and dropping the insults, for once, he continues to taunt you.

While walking up behind you, Steve asks, “Are you even allowed to wear shit like that here?”

“I wear whatever I wanna wear.” You don’t turn to respond to him, don’t give him the basic respect to make eye contact. “What’s it to you?”

“Just wondering if it’s a slut thing,” He shrugs, grabbing some tapes from your hands. His hand ever so slightly brushes up along your chest, earning a scowl from you, “y’know, wearing skirts for easy access.”

You sputter, choking on air briefly. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“For someone who hates me, you sure love talking about my supposed sex life,” You snicker, giving him a once over, making him feel small under your stare. “Then again, I don’t expect anything different from someone who’ll fuck anything that moves.”

You hoped that’d shut him up, even for a moment, but without hesitation he cracks back, “Haven’t fucked you yet, so you might be wrong on that one.”

Face heating up, you’re flustered, until you catch one word that exposes him. “‘Yet’? You bankin’ on a wet dream about me? That’s cute. Dreamin’ big, huh?”

Steve’s running out of ammo to hit back with, faltering in his response, “Y- you wish.”

“What’s there to wish for, Steve? You, talking a big game, only to finish for yourself, while whatever girl’s in your bed is left frustrated and faking it for the sake of your fragile ego?” The laugh that leaves your lips, your pretty, pouty lips, the ones he’s always curious to feel around his dick, hits him hard. His face falls, too stunned to come back with a damaging response. “Yeah, I’m good.”

You replace the last tape in your hands, heading for the door. Steve, though, isn’t finished with this mess he started.

“What did you just say?” He catches your arm in his hand, yanking you towards him. You’re caught off guard, eyes wide as you look up at him. 

Shaking off the surprise with a smirk, you taunt him, mirroring an earlier response he gave you, “You heard me.”

Steve pulls the lollipop from your mouth, earning a gasp while he places it in his mouth; he’s backing you up against the wall, arms on either side of you caging you in. “You need something bigger to keep that bratty mouth quiet, huh?”

He kicks at your feet, and you take the hint to spread your legs; his leg pushes between yours, but not close enough to give the pressure or friction you need for some relief.

“Knew you’d be fuckin’ easy,” The way his voice drops low, face close to yours while his eyes are blown out with lust, dark and full of trouble, it hitches your breath, causing you to clench around nothing with a whine. It’s soft, airy, but loud enough for him to catch it. “Y’let all these guys touch you… fuck you… bet none of ‘em ever tamed you, though.”

You huff and look away, but Steve grabs your face roughly, pulling your stare back to him.

“Answer me.” He throws the lollipop to the floor, needy for something more between his own lips.

You hate this. All of this. You hate how easy it is for him to shape you from a hardened brat to a submissive mess.  Worst of all, you hate how much you love this entire scenario.

Steve’s giving you what other guys never give— a chance to brat out, to fight back, earn a struggle that builds pleasure like no other, running straight to your core.

“Get fucked, Stev—“ He shoves three fingers into your mouth, silencing you quickly. You’re going to give in quickly, he can tell by the way you don’t hesitate to swirl and roll your tongue around him. He groans, pushing his thigh against your core; your gasp is muffled, mouth still occupied. 

It only takes seconds for Steve to feel it, “Christ, you’re fucking wet… knew it.”

You pull the fingers from your mouth, brows pinching together, annoyed. “How the hell would you know— oh—“ He grabs your hips, rolling you onto his leg slowly, back and forth, enjoying the way your jaw drops just from this alone. 

Steve chuckles, hands leaving you as you continue grinding against him; he grabs your hands to pin them above your head, leaning in dangerously close to you. “Could smell how sweet ya’ are all night.”

Embarrassment flows through you, making you feel hot and lightheaded. “I- I haven’t been— that’s— you’re lying!”

“You know how hard it’s been not to bend you over the counter and make you take me right there?” His lips ghost over your trembling ones. “Show you what brats get when they’re outta line? Fuck, every time y’bent over, I’d get hard thinking ‘bout just spanking you, making you take every hit ‘til you cry.”

“Then do it already, quit being all talk and no—“ Steve pushes off the wall, leaving space between the two of you. You’re panting and aching and pissed off. Angry that he’s toying with you like this, how he’s doing everything right, the way you’ve always fantasized, like he’s inside your thoughts. 

You’re so angry, the emotion lines your eyes with tears, threatening to spill over. Your bottom lip wobbles into the most pathetic, shameful pout that’s ever appeared on your face. Steve, on the other hand, is pleased as he witnesses you unravel from just being teased and humiliated alone.

You’re about to break; you can’t take this anymore. You need him on you, in you, or whatever he’ll offer at this point. 

“Steve… please?” You hate hearing the words fall out of your own mouth. You sound so desperate, look desperate too as a tear finally slips down your face.

Taking pity on you, he strides back your way, flipping you to face the wall as he pulls your backside out towards him. Your legs spread automatically, wishing he’d touch you sooner if you’re compliant. His hands slide up and under your skirt before tugging your panties down, stealing them once you step out. He backs away for a moment before quickly spanking your cunt, causing you to jolt forward with a yelp.

Steve leans closer to your face, pressed against the wall; one hand holds you in place, while the other shoves the soaked fabric into your mouth, crudely gagging you. His hand winds through your hair, tugging roughly as he speaks to you.

“Here’s the deal, I’m gonna make you cum, as many times as it takes, ‘til you’re really crying for me. Got it?” 

You nod feverishly, trying to speak around the fabric. Steve pulls it out.

“One condition.”

His brows knit together, “What’s that?”

“Toss out all those numbers you got today.”

Steve will. He already planned on it before any of this went down, but he refuses to hand over any satisfaction to you just yet.

As he shoves the fabric back between your lips, he mutters coldly, “I’ll think about it.”

#prompts #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[gothamnews]

I was told by my friend that “Alfred is a petty B*tch, and will now hide it” and it stuck with me, because at this moment I 100% believe, that at this moment where I am at in the comics, Tim is Alfreds favorite.

Side note, I am almost to “Identity Crisis” (Where Tim’s dad gets Killed, and Bruce adopts him)

FIRST - When Tim was first starting out as Robin, ANY time Tim wanted to go help Bruce, but Bruce had already left, Alfred would drive him there, then stick around to make sure he was okay.

TWO - At the beginning, Alfred doesn’t call Tim “Master Timothy” he only ever calls him Tim.

THREE - Alfred was the one who suggested to Tim’s dad to move next door to Wayne Manor when his dad got out of a coma. - Yes this was so Tim could still be Robin, But still, it was his idea first, then Tim went along and the two of them manipulated Jack into moving there.

FOUR - At one point, Tim goes out to fight bad dudes by himself, and yes, BOTH Batman and Nightwing where out and about, and 100% could have gone to help him, ALFRED WENT WITH HIS SHOTGUN TO KEEP THE BB BOI SAFE-

FIVE - When Alfred had a falling out with the rest of the batfam, he LEFT Wayne Manor, and went and became idk something at Tim’s boarding school, and literally ignored the entire batfam (Bruce, Cass, Steph and Dick) while hanging out with Tim. 

SIX - HE FLIPPEN TOLD BRUCE HE LIKED TIM THE MOST, (when there was only Dick and Robin!Jason he could pick from) IDK WHERE TF MY SCREEN SHOT WENT OF THIS AND I KNOW I’M OVER 200 CHAPTERS AHEAD OF WHERE HE SAID THIS, BUT HE TOLD THIS TO BRUCE- (This came up because Bruce was being mean to Tim again about not being as good as the others, and some Jason stuff came up) 

(I’ll be back when I find that again in like 3 years XD)

AND LASTLY  THIS

THIS ISN’T “Youngest get out of jail free card” NO NO NO- THIS IS FAVORTISM-

#robin #robin!tim #Tim Drake #Alfred Pennyworth #Tim is alfreds favorite #You currently cannot change my mind #not until I get to later on #batman

[faretheeoscar]

LIFE DAY

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn! reader

Warnings: none, Life Day fluff 🎄

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Word Count: 1k~

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In a cozy corner of the Resistance base, Poe Dameron, BB-8, and yourself, prepared to infuse your quarters with the spirit of Life Day. Poe, at this time of the cycle, had a surprising knack for holiday cheer.

With BB-8's cheerful chirps echoing in the room, the three of you sifted through boxes of decorations sourced from various planets. Glittering ornaments, shimmering crystals, glowing flora, and exotic ornaments and twinkling lights filled the space, waiting to be brought to life.

Poe's eyes sparkled with excitement as he hatched a plan to transform your modest quarters into a festive haven. As he stood on a chair, maneuvering to hang garlands, he laughed at BB-8's attempts to help, the droid rolling around, lending a mechanical hand wherever possible.

As Poe, you, and BB-8 busily adorned your quarters, the enthusiastic droid's attempts to assist in the decorating frenzy took an unexpected turn. As BB-8 zipped around the room, eager to contribute, its rounded form rolled precariously close to a box of shimmering garments.

With an innocent chirp, BB-8's curiosity led it closer to inspect the dazzling fabrics. In a moment of carefree exploration, one of BB-8's round plates became entangled in a particularly elaborate garnment, causing him to start spinning around trying to get rid of it just to get caught in a makeshift cocoon.

Poe and you glanced over, stifling laughter as BB-8 spun in a comical attempt to break free. Its playful beeps turned into a series of frantic whistles, indicating its plea for help.

Quickly rushing over, Poe gently untangled BB-8, suppressing chuckles while apologizing to the droid. With a relieved series of beeps, BB-8 rolled away from the treacherous garment, you swore the moment BB turned around he looked slightly flustered even though it impossible for droids to do it.

Despite the brief mishap, BB-8 remained was ever eager to resume its helpful role in the decorating process , rolling back into action, though he resumed his labours more cautiously this time, to ensure its helpfulness didn't lead to any more unexpected entanglements. The incident only added to the laughter and joy that filled the room, creating a cherished memory amidst the joyful chaos of Life Day preparations.

With your guidance in the process and Poe's determination, the room soon became an eclectic mix of holiday joy. Trinkets from different worlds adorned every corner, and BB-8 spun happily, his chirps and beeps became a beacon of cheer throughout the room.

All along the decorating progress you and Poe stole glances and shared knowing smiles, reveling in the shared moment and the simple joy of being together during this special time.

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As the decorations adorned every available space in your cozy quarters, Poe with a mischievous glint in his eyes, seemed to have a hidden plan. He stealthily retrieved a small but vibrant sprig of mistletoe from one of the boxes.

With a sly grin, Poe casually dangled the mistletoe above your head, his expression playful and teasing. As you glanced up, noticing the festive greenery, Poe leaned in closer, his voice laced with a charming flirtation.

"Well, well... seems we've stumbled upon some tradition here. Care to partake?" Poe's tone was light, his eyes dancing with a hint of mischief as he gestured to the sprig of mistletoe, a knowing smile playing at his lips.

Caught off guard yet delighted by his playful gesture, you couldn't help but laugh at Poe's cheeky approach. Feeling the warmth of the moment and Poe's charismatic charm, you met his gaze with a playful grin of your own.

With both of your eyes reflecting the twinkling lights and with a laugh and a shared glance, you playfully obliged, indulging in a brief but sweet kiss beneath the mistletoe.

BB-8 chirpped for your attention as he saw the both of you as if he was asking to take part in the tradition, you knelt down to place a kiss on the top plate of his head and he let out a small coo as his circuits warmed up.

BB then rolled playfully towards Poe to get him to do the same.

They shared some bickering on how he was ‘definitely not’ going to kiss him but at the end he reluctantly knelt down to kiss and hug his best buddy, creating a perfect opportunity for you to snatch a picture of the both of them, a playful thought in your head to maybe use it to tease them later and share it around base as Life Day card.

Poe's playful banter and BB-8's helpful beeps filled the air, creating a heartwarming atmosphere.

When the last light was strung, Poe proudly stood back, surveying the room's transformation. BB-8 beeped happily, seemingly approving of the vibrant display.

“Just one more thing missing!” Poe said as he stepped out of the room, to then step in to surprise you by fashioning a makeshift "star" for the top of your tree, crafted from spare ship parts, which brought a smile to your face and a string of excited beeps from BB-8.

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As Life Day arrived, your decorated quarters became a haven of warmth and joy within the base. Friends and colleagues from base popped in, marveling at the cozy, festive atmosphere Poe, BB-8, and you had created together.

In that little corner of the galaxy, amidst the ongoing battles, as the galaxy celebrated in its unique ways, you, Poe, and BB-8 cherished this moment, grateful for each other's company and the chance to have your own little bubble of joy to enjoy for a couple of moments. Your small yet spirited celebration served as a reminder of the simple pleasures and the importance of togetherness during the holidays. And in your decorated quarters, the warmth of friendship and love made Life Day truly special.

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#poe x reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #bb8 #star wars #star wars fic #poe sameron star wars #dameron x reader

[katyspersonal]

Still strange how after 2+ years into BB, I am still yet to find my real 'niche'...? Like, I was pulling a promising Mico and Rom person as a fan, especially Rom, but then after I've finally fleshed her story entirely, instead of now being free to draw a bunch of art (and even comics) for her what I, as (questionably) sane person, did? RIGHT I just went onto fleshing out Laurence and the idiots instead fdhhfds

Somewhere along the way I've had ridiculously elaborate ideas and plans on the League and related people.. same thing happened. When I was done worldbuilding, not art and not even fanfics followed but I've moved onto Izzy and Archie. Same thing. Now I have lore on every obscure NPC that keeps expanding ;-;

I just really want to know what is WRONG with me. I genuinely love creating, especially drawing, but it feels like when my thirst for "learning" the character is satisfied I just crave more knowledge/headcanons instead of actually putting this knowledge to a good use now that I've FINALLY settled with timeline and interpretations :') I just don't know why I can't STOP at some character/covenant. When all else fails, I might even start to revisit already established headcanons with 'alternative takes' that I won't even use but I neeeeeeed to explore them too. I am cursed with being able to love any character with potential, but the kicker is that EVERYONE has potential in my eyes because of how my brain works т.т Help me

#fandomry rambles #creativity #like..... I legit need help figuring which character(s) I DO genuinely love the most #because it is hard to identify because I start to fall in love with the character by seeing more potential in them #which is EVERY character!!!!!!!!!!!!! #mico and rom are certainly the closest to it and yet I still keep bouncing #it doesn't help that I am pulling literally every character to interact with them #it is like a black hole

[nowritingonthewall]

What do you think about the way Poe literally jolts up as soon as Finn holds him after the explosion in TLJ?

Could it be some sort of trauma related to what he endured while being captured?

Baby boy has pure and utter panic in his eyes before he sees it's just Finn, I honestly think that the aftermath of everything that's happened to him in TFA is not discussed enough.

Oh my goodness, a Poe ask, thank you so much, Nonnie 🥰

And omg there are so many thoughts that come up while watching this little scene!

To some extent his reaction can probably be explained by the fact that he is still right in the middle of an extremely dangerous situation. His adrenaline levels must be going through the roof at this point. So after what just happened, it may even appear to seem normal for his body to be in fight or flight modus at this very moment when he jolts at Finn.

However. By the time we get to the events occurring in TLJ, Poe has been in constant flight or fight modus for years. This poor and sweet and wonderful man experienced his first major traumatizing event when he was only eight years old and had to witness the death of his Mom. And his teenage years weren’t exactly smooth sailing, either, the few months that span the events in “Free Fall” alone were just one life-threatening situation after another and he was never really presented with any opportunity to recover from any of those. So when he is brought onto the Finalizer in TFA, he is most likely already suffering from severe C-PTSD.

And then, of course, there is his interrogation, which would have been enough to break any man, even one without a history of trauma. And Poe just keeps on going as if nothing happened after that. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that TLJ takes place only a few days after the events in TFA, but, uhm… to come back to your question, yes, I absolutely think that his reaction is a trauma response!

And I couldn’t agree more, it isn’t discussed enough, that’s why we need a whole Poe Dameron tv show (with 10 seasons minimum, please)!!!

But even though it isn’t discussed enough, imho the aftermath is plain to see in Oscar’s acting. Just in case you haven’t come across it yet, may I recommend this excellent post by @userpoe laying out several symptoms of PTSD that Poe shows in all the movies. I’d even go as far as saying that most of his actions that seemed to be out of character or earned him hate by the “fans” can be traced back to Poe being a deeply traumatized man. Like, e.g. his very short temper with Threepio. We know that’s not how Poe usually acts towards droids. Apart from his incredibly sweet way of interacting with BB-8 (and his love interest in “Resistance”) we literally see him behaving very different towards Threepio himself in the Poe comics. And, of course, there is that very character-revealing moment on Kijimi in TROS, and the pain you can see in Poe’s eyes when Threepio is taking “one last look at my friends”. This movie has so many moments that were most likely added for a cheap laugh by the writers but that fit so smoothly into Poe’s history with PTSD, whether it’s his annoyance with Threepio or his display of trust issues when he wonders whether Rey’s been using her jedi powers on Finn and him.

I am sorry, I have digressed way beyond your original question.

But, may I just add, apart from Poe showing clear signs of trauma, it’s also a little heartbreaking to watch how he doesn’t even take a moment to think of himself when Finn asks him whether he is all right? Apart from the wounds to his heart and soul, his body must hurt like hell after being subjected to that explosion (and I bet he didn’t even take as much as a little casual trip to the med bay) and he doesn’t even stop to give Finn a short “I am okay.” He immediately jumps to thinking about what needs to be done to save everybody else. (And of course, then there’s that wonderful moment when we see Leia mirroring his thought process which will never stop making me emotional.)

#chrissie answers #poe dameron #star wars #tw: trauma #tw: death of a parent

[drempen]

Hi pal!! Okay I’m coming to you now, little comic rec exchange—if I wanted to read some Jaime Reyes Blue Beetle, would you happen to have any recommendations 🤲🥺

I'm happy to help but ngl this is gonna be a short list :3c

Infinite crisis (2005) - this is Jaime's origin as bb, but fair warning he only shows up for a few panels, but it is necessary to read or the start of bb (2006) can be a little confusing (so feel free to skim the comic, that's what I did)

Blue Beetle (2006) - this is the best run Jaime got in my opinion, and i couldn't recommend it enough (although some of the dialogue is a bit dated)

Blue Beetle (2011) - ngl i didn't really like this one but it's a short read if you wanted to check it out

Blue Beetle: Graduation Day - i enjoyed this one and thought it was a pretty ok miniseries (the art and dialogue was a little wonky at times though I'll admit)

#happy reading #please enjoy :) #jaime reyes #blue beetle #comic recs #ask

[dailydccomics]

Big Barda in Batman Beyond vol 5 #8

#big barda #dc comics #barda free #justice league beyond #batman beyond #dc #BB vol 5 #new 52 #futures end

[4200nemobackup]

Can you do sub!bts imagine/reaction of when they are jealous because their crush is hanging outmore with another member more than him

Have a nice day<3

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Jin: Jin’s jealousy is rather stoic. He will start giving you shorter answers, or practically blowing you off. It honestly doesn’t take you long to figure out what the issue is. At first you realize you have to coax the answer out of him, and continuously ask him what the issue is before he actually says anything. You find it cute honestly, how he turns his head to the side and refuses to admit what he’s jealous about.

“You want me all to yourself huh? So cute.”

You saying that makes his eyes widen almost comically, and it kind of makes him throb a little bit.

Yoongi: Yoongi doesn’t get jealous, he gets quiet. Super quiet and distant. Not in the way Jin does. He doesn’t really have an attitude or anything of the sort. He kind of just sinks into himself and tries to move past the fact that you may enjoy the company of said other member more than his. He doesn’t want to bother you with it, so when you begin to ask him why he’s become so distant, he says “nothing” and just tries to move along.

But when you eventually coax it out of him, he feels embarrassed for telling you.

“Yoongi, why are you embarrassed? You’re so adorable.”

He starts blushing, immediately.

Hobi: Hobis jealousy is very playful, and he cutely nags you to spend more time with him I think. When he’s being playful, he whines to you and asks for you to pay attention to him only. However when he’s serious about the matter, he becomes a mix of Yoongi and Jin, most likely ignoring you, or trying not to worry about it. He’s rather hurt about it, because it brings up certain feelings he suppressed about himself.

However he’s instantly much more personable when you both discuss his feelings, and when you also confess he’s extremely excited, not even caring about any other explanations you have to offer other than that in the moment.

Namjoon: Joonie doesn’t get jealous I don’t think. He think he’s very aware that you and him aren’t together so he tells himself that he has no right to be Jealous. The only thing is he only wonders why you spend less time with him and more with other members. Even then, he doesn’t really bother you about it, kind of like Yoongi. He just continues treating you like a friend, until you notice the issue. He doesn’t beg you for communication or anything for that matter. He’s just a little down about it, until you decide to throw him a bone.

Jimin: the cutest of the cute. He’s like hobi when he’s playful, but there is no serious side. If you start to hang out with other members other than him, he starts saying things like “go talk to your other members.” He’s too adorable. He playfully whines, and begs you to pay attention to him, saying that he’s the apple of your eye. Jimin is so adorable when jealous, and it makes you pay attention to him more. Sometimes he throws himself at you, which is even cuter.

Taehyung: Taehyung is pouty when jealous. He does little things to make you pay attention to him, and whines as well for your attention. He pines for you, which is too adorable for you to resist. He wants to be up under you at all times, and it shows when he’s jealous. It confuses you at first why he begins to act this way, but surely you realize it’s because he as a huge crush on you. The revelation makes you melt, and encourage his cute behavior.

Jungkook: the king of possessiveness. He probably gets visibly upset at you for hanging too much with the other members. Jungkook will express to you his level of distress about this in such a pouty way, it just makes you want to eat him up to be honest. The way he gets frustrated over such a matter his incredibly adorable, and his word choice is even more.

“I just want you all to myself! Stop hanging with them and spend time with me!”

#sub!idol #sub!jungkook #sub!bts #sub!hoseok #sub!jimin #sub!jin #sub!namjoon #sub!taehyung #sub!yoongi

[kasonkodd]

more jayroy because everyone seemed to love my first one hehe hoho

ok so i have my own little canon of the whole batman timeline that ill… probably make a dif post about cause.. boy is it a lot. i know the basics timeline of how everything came to be but since I dont know all of it, i hc’d and filled in some gaps! (im SO able to adjust to real canon- i wont be a lil whiner if anything i made up doesnt fit or make sense. FEEL FREE TO EDUCATE ME… nicely.)

ALRIGHT soOO the reason I say all that is bc i feel like at one point, BABY Jay and Dick became close. I KNOOOOW I KNOW in the comics they had NNNOTHING to do with each other.. but like. imagine how cute???

so one day, Dick comes over to the manor with the intention of scooping his baby brother up. Maybe they were planning on getting a bite to eat somewhere. But then, Dick kinda springs on the idea of Jason maybe coming over to meet the titans! and at this point, I think hes with Cyborgggg, Starfiiireeee… Raven, BB.. YOU KNOW WHO THEY ARE. anyway. So Jay, oF COURSE, agrees because??? meeting Dicks team??? thats the coolest thing ever?? SO they grab their food then head over to the tower and on that day… Roy decided to show up…

now PAUSE. I know this is wack aging.. bbbut I put a lot of time and brain energy into making sure this makes sense. in current day. dick is 22 and jason is 19 (i think this is WFA logic but…) so back then.. jason was like roughly 13 making Dick 16ish?? so ROY being a bit older than both of them, would be aaabbbooout imma saaay 18? ok cool ya lets go with that.

resume. jason sees roy and is all woh!! awooga!! who is this handsome stud!!!??? and roy OBVIOUSLY doesn’t entertain this tiny baby puppy crush because?? thats a child. LMAO. Roy shows ZERO interest back. i need that to be VERY VVVERRRY clear. NONE. NO INTEREST. Dick sees this and teases Jason- which Jason protests that he doesn’t like roy like that cus ew!!! liking someone!!?? gross!!!

fast forward to like- Jason coming baaack, settling in as himself and red hood.. yknow. he already has done some team-ups with the bats,, eventually he has to do one with Arsenal.

this is the first time they’ve interacted since Jays been back. Roy’s got word of Red Hood- Jason Todd, being alive and… kinda well. at first Hood was scary, intimidating, rough and kinda mean? but once they got into that hotel room they had to have because they were outta town, he got to see Jason all soft and not as scary. and truthfully? He liked it a lot. He found more and more reasons to spend time with Jay.. have team ups and missions..

then, outlaws happened and those two were together almost 24/7. They were kicking ass- and this opportunity lead to them getting to actually know each other a loooot better. Roy found himself swooning. Jason was witty, charming and so funny.. not to mention how HANDSOME he was. he felt dumb. this was dicks little brother,, he couldn’t like him? thats weird right? though.. Jay was an adult who can make his own adult decisions on if he wanted to date Roy or not… and truthfully, Jay seemed a to still be a little into him... So, jokingly, one night- the two were doing their annual playful banter and in the middle Roy decided to pull that, “You wanna kiss me so bad.” card and. Yea. Maybe they DID end up making out… and lead to more… (kori was out dw, she didn’t witness this)

from there, Roys little feelings kept growing.. and even Jasons. Jay was completely head over heels. He felt like a moron- as if his puppy crush from years prior was clawing its way back…. but every meet up, every hotel room- every trope where there was one bed… every ki..kiss.. every.. naked cuddle-

LORD!!! What were they DOING. Even if it hurt to think this, Jay assumed they were just fuck buddies. He didn’t think Roy even liked him any other way.. but HOOOO did Roy want something more. and eventually, he brought it up. he asked what they were.. jason was like YOU TELL ME??? but then they had a serious talk and by the end of it? they were boyfriends EEEE!!!

then… the domestication began… but thats for another time UH WINK.

#dc comics #dceu #dcmultiverse #batfam #dc #dc batman #dc universe #jason todd #jason todd needs a hug #jason peter todd #red hood #roy harper #arsenal #jayroy #royjay #robin!jason #dick grayson #nightwing #dc robin

[the-force-awakens]

Saw a gif set of Poe sticking up for Holdo, and now I'm thinking about how Poe is first to notice not one, yet TWO self sacrifices in tlj

Oh yeah, I think about that a lot. So much so, that I made a gifset about it once. It's something that I think goes over people's heads, by and large, just judging from how they talk about Poe in that movie -- but the sheer fact is, the movie opens with Poe doing the exact thing that Luke does. He goes out, one man against an army to give the Resistance more time to evacuate, by offering himself up as bait.

Poe recognizes a self-sacrifice, because...he's tried it. We see him do the same thing, it just largely gets overlooked because what happens is that it doesn't work. That's the horrifying fact for Poe: he's convinced that the most he can offer the Resistance is his own noble sacrifice, and if in the meantime, he can take down a fleet killer that could kill them all later? That's even better. But instead, Poe survives - Poe survives, again, let us not forget that he's also the only one, save the First Order and BB-8, that night in the village - and instead he has to reckon with the fact that people under his command have died again, while he hasn't.

"Dead heroes, no leaders" in my perspective, tlj is by and large Poe being forced to reckon with the fact that there's more to him and more to this fight than just dying for the cause. One thing I'm noticing throughout my chronological reread of stuff that's about/features Poe heavily, is that there is this desperate need for purpose that guides him, and that purpose seems to truly be to be a soldier, a hero that can pull of last minute miracles, and if he happens to die for the right reasons at least it'll be for the right reasons, and if he gets a little adventure in between, that's even better. That elusive search for that purpose pushes him off Yavin in Free Fall, and he's still struggling to find it when he's with the Defense Fleet in Age of Resistance.

So, Poe's spent majority of his life wanting to be a soldier like his parents. In some ways, he thinks that's what he's best at. When Leia implies that she can see more in him after L'ulo's funeral in the comics, Poe is confused - he can't see that potential in himself. And then even after he understands what she's trying to tell him, in the Enshado arc, he mentions to Snap that he prefers being a pilot, and not have to make the hard calls or moral decisions that command has to - for Poe, he's more than happy to be t he person to jump into the fire and do what's necessary, even if it costs him his own life. He doesn't fear death, he doesn't even fear it in Free Fall when he's just sixteen/seventeen years old, and it's clear that he still doesn't really by the time the movies roll around.

And TFA, he was originally supposed to be the martyred hero. And he still almost is - but that sacrifice is aborted, and suddenly Poe is the survivor of that mission to Jakku. And the First Order is so much larger than any of them could have ever imagined - so he offers himself as bait, to give the Resistance some time. He could have easily died, during that initial run. He strapped experimental tech that hadn't even been tested to his X-Wing, just to give him an edge, so the Resistance could finish evacuating. He was ready and willing to die for them.

And he knows, first hand, more than anyone else in the Resistance, just how big the First Order is. He puts himself between them and the ship he was just held captive and tortured aboard for days - and decides that if nothing else, the dreadnought has to go because it's a fleet killer.

(And sure, no one in that battle went into it for the "right" reasons. Every Resistance officer in that fight wanted a fight. They've lost people, just lost their home, lost their only support - and I've no doubt that's also going through Poe's head.)

But then...Poe isn't the one to make the sacrifice. It's everyone else, and it's on his command. And he knows it was the right call to make, because the Resistance can't be killed by a fleet killer later (good thing, too, since the first order ambushes them) but...he still lost people under his command, and he has to deal with the worst weight of leadership: being the one to survive.

And then he straight up gets grounded. Like, his X-Wing is destroyed. Poe cannot be the kind of hero that he believed he was anymore - that soldier/rebel pilot to run headfirst into things. Now, he's pushed into the role that Leia normally is: the one to stay behind, and trusting an important mission to someone else. Being the person that everyone tries to come back to.

And it results in Poe becoming what Leia knew he could be all along: someone people could trust and be inspired by to follow, to fight for. When the Resistance feels that it can't trust Holdo, they trust Poe. And under the threat of total obliteration, and the knowledge that they're officially the last line of defense between the galaxy and the First Order, and almost dying several times and losing so many people he was friends with and almost losing Leia - I really do think Poe realizes he doesn't want to die, he wants to live for the Resistance, for the galaxy, and not just die for them. He knows, now, that there's more to him than a noble sacrifice, and he sure as hell doesn't want the people who died while he got to live's deaths are in vein (we see that lampshaded explicitly in tros).

Poe recognizes a self sacrifice when he sees one, because it used to be the first thing he'd think to do. But by tros, we see that he cares less about a noble sacrifice, and more about surviving -- which is the biggest hurtle he's maybe overcome, considering how little he's always feared death.

This is already a touch incoherent and rambly because I'm tired, but I think - I think the slightly tragic thing about Poe is that he wanted to be a soldier like his parents. But he got so good at it, that he ended up flying straight into being a leader - and that terrified him, because that meant that Poe had outgrown the purpose he's been seeking his entire life, and it also means that he has to carry a lot more burdens, including the burdens of when his plans go wrong. He can't be the person to die with his squadron, he gets to be the one to survive and carry their sacrifice with him.

#ask box #userorb #this got so incoherent i'm so sorry but i. am tired #sui ideation cw #just in case #my meta

[cordspaghetti]

im far too lazy to go look for myself so: for deathwish + any of the other short comics you and lizard have done -- do you hand-write the text or type it? and if you type it, what font do you use? im curious bc i'd like to incorporate a good 'comic' font into my own drawing shenanigans :)

hey! we type all the text, hand lettering is way beyond me lol. here are the fonts we use most often plus examplez in order for fun — Milk Mustache BB (free), Ninjutsu BB (free), and Might Makes Right Pro (not free).

they are all from blambot.com, which has a lot of cool resources for indie comic creators like those free fonts and guides on lettering grammar & tradition !! (would definitely recommend checking out the whole site, it’s by nate piekos who letters a lot of gerard’s stuff and is a genius)

#thanks for the ask! #hope this is helpful :) #also— #ninjutsu and might makes right come with their own bold italic but for milk mustache u gotta add the italic manually #ALSO also i always put milk mustache at 80% height

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little age

4-9yo (im a bio adult!!)

pet types

hellhound puppy, raccoon kit, raccoon dog pup, and mako shark pup, calf, lamb, elephant shrew, and boar pigglet

fictional others/cgs/sibs/bbs

peppino spaghetti (dad), fake peppino (cg), glamrock freddy (dad), mike schmidt (dad), the daycare attendants (baby sitter), all bonnies (baby sitter/sib), and my springtrap/william afton hcoc (dad), jason voorhees (bb)

comfort media

five nights at freddy’s, pizza tower, tmnt, sonic, tf2, spongebob, animal crossing, teen titans, wolverine, deadpool, spiderman, superman, minecraft, edward sissorhands, corpse bride, alice in wonderland, the rock-afire explosion, chuck e cheese, 70s-90s campy horror movies, the simpsons, blues clues, bluey, dr. seuss, rainbow brite

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comics, coloring, horror movies, videogames, cartoons, plushies/build-a-bear, animatronics/robotics

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- socks from bluey outfit board

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- bowser from mario bros is an age regressor/caregiver

- mario from the mario bros is a older sibling cg

- luigi from the mario bros is a age regressor

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[ssj2hindudude]

Aru shah birthday headcanons? Thank you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARU SHAH 2023

So, Google says she was born in 2005, meaning this would be her 18th birthday!

Aru: That's right everyone. Henceforth, Aru Shah is officially a fully grown adult!

Everyone: 🤨

Aru: Ok, a grown adult!

Everyone: 🤨

Aru: FINE, AT THE VERY LEAST I AM AN ADULT NOW! MEANING I AM NOW FREE TO PARTY, DRINK, AND HAVE SE-

*Krithika clears her throat*

Aru: ...but I won't until I'm ready and well informed.

Krithika: Good. (Mini, you'll get your check in the mail)

Aru: What?!?

Krithika: LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED

The Scene: a small gathering of close family, friends, and others (cough cough Aiden). You would think it would be at the museum again, but after the Sleeper's attack...yeah not taking any chances. They just had it at Aru's house.

Round 1: Presents

Mini:

Is this a day planner?

Practical, isn't it? You can finally get things in order and-

Mini, some of the best things in life are surprises.

So are some of the worst, but not this time. Why don't you open it?

*opens* *SQUEE* A HOME DEPOT GIFT CARD

With practically infinite spending directly linked to Naga-loka's treasury, courtesy of the King.

DUDE I LOVE YOU

Brynne

I made the cake, isn't that enough? Ugh, fine, if you wanna be spoiled about it. Tear into this.

*opens* An old Marvel comic?

YOUR old Marvel comic. Spider Man, First Issue

YOU TOUCHED MY STUFF?!?

I didn't just touch it. I also took it somewhere (with Mini's help) and had someone take a look at it. Take a look at the bottom

OH MY- IS THIS-

Go on, say it!

YOU GOT IT SIGNED BY STAN LEE IN THE AFTERLIFE?!? BEE, YOU'RE AMAZING!

I know.

Twins

Ok, don't be too disappointed with ours

Guys, you're my sisters! It's the thought that counts! But just so we're clear, being young isn't an excuse to be cheap

And being old isn't an excuse to be material, but that's beside the point. Here.

WHOA! This green sari is like waving grass! And the glimmering silver makes it look like lightning is coursing through it! AND ARE THOSE REAL EMERALDS?!?

Of course, I'm not an amateur.

Open mine, open mine!

A tea set? Sheela, that's sweet but you know about Starbucks, right?

Is Starbucks enchanted to give you clear visions of memories like your own personal tv?

Shut up! It does not!

Try it!

*sips* I'm not crying am I? (She never tells anyone, but her first choice was her first memory of her father before he transformed)

Kara

Your sisters told me you like to read, so I picked this up for you. I hope you like it!

"The Serpent's Secret" interesting! Did they also tell you I'm a Slytherin?

No, I knew that already! As if I'd forget my sister's house.

*record scratch* What?

What?

(Little did Kara know, along with her book, she also gave her sister the gift of hope)

Mom

Ok, you don't know this, but I called in a quick favor from one of my old bosses...and a little bit from Mini's father.

Nepotism. I like it!

Aru, I want you to say hello to an old friend!

Mom, that's just BB

BB?!? Is that what you've been calling me all along?!? Such utter disrespect for your old teacher!

(Needless to say, everyone was in tears with that little blast from the past)

Round 2: Cake and Concert

No one knows how she pulled it off, but once again Brynne proved herself a master of amouse-bouches by making Swedish-fish tiramisu the size of a small desk. Everyone agreed it was light, flavorful, and not too tart due to the fish (and not just because she would've pummeled them otherwise)

While they were eating, Rudy's big gift was a surprise concert from Rudy Rox...and when everyone refused, he just had Mini teach him how to make a mixtape instead. It was fire, but also disorienting to move from Aiden's big song to the LOTR soundtrack. Still, Aru plays it everywhere she goes to this day...

Round 3: Pics

Everyone gathered around the living room for a picture to capture the moment. Obviously Shadowfax took them. Aiden's been taking pics all night (yes especially the embarrassing ones). It's hard to describe everyone's expressions in a way that makes them look as blissful as any other family, so let's just say it was perfect enough for Aru...

*Secret* Round 4: Aruden Time

*later, outside*

I forgot to give you your present

You pulled me aside. Like hell, you forgot

Hell?

I'm a big girl now, I can use big girl words

Then I guess you won't need this little girl present *runs*

Oh no you don't! *THUMP* Pinned ya!

Why are you like this Shah? (As if I didn't want that.) Why don't you see what you got?

*opens* *soft gasp*

I know it's not as good as Home Depot, Stan Lee, or Resurrected Boo, but I at least hoped it would be something you like-

*holds him tight and pulls him into a deep kiss* I love it!

And I love you, Shah. Happy Birthday, Aru.

You're probably wondering what he got her...well so am I, they never told me XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARU SHAH!

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