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jester089 · 6 months

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The more the merrier

I was gonna sleep but my brain wouldn't let me until I wrote about that concept I brought up in past writing. The one where it glitches and their is more then one of a character. I'm gonna say that they kind of have a hivemind too. Cause I want to. If you want where this was originally brought up look for "A well deserved a#$ kicking (Part 2)" as that's where I first though of it. As this is entirely delf indulgent it's only gonna have my favs in my fav situations. But if yall like it enough ie I get a request I can do more characters. Or just go into more detail.

TADC crew x Reader

Gangle (Receiving)

She can be a lot to handle on her own as she has a lot of very overwhelming emotions. Now their's two of her. Good luck! That means double the problems and double the masks to fix. But it's worth. At first for good reason walking in on two Gangle's was surprising. First place your mind went to is it's a adventure or something from Caine. So you took the two Gangle's to see him only for him to be surprised when seeing them. He explained how this wasn't his doing then tried in vain to get rid of one. Welp now you have two emotional girlfriends. Lucky mf. Before when their was just one Gangle she had the tendency to wrap around you during cuddles or just when she wanted to be close to you, but now their's two of them so when that happens you get half mummified until they decide they've had enough. 10/10, your so incredibly lucky you get that. I would fight/kill so many people to get what you have.

Gangle (Giving)

Gangle was relaxing in her room enjoying having a day without a ton of weirdness in it when she heard some incredibly rapid knocking and doorbell ringing. She gets up and opens the door only to come face to face with two of you! The cinnamon roll could barely handle one of you teasing her and being affectionate with her. And now their's two. She might just pass away right then and there. Well at least she doesn't have to worry about Jax anymore. You would rock his s^#$ when their was just one of you, now their's two. If he knows what's good for him he'll stop messing with you and Gangle. And when you stand on either side of her like body guards she can and will get incredibly flustered. Before when you would help out Gangle and the others with things you would be good but clearly overwhelmed. But now you get things done incredibly quickly. Gangle's mask repair time was shortened from a day or so to less then an hour. 10/10. She's overwhelmed and overstimulated, but happy.

Ragatha (Receiving)

Ragatha was an amazing S/O at the worst of times able to handle so much on her own. Now double that. Way I see this going is she has one of her with you at all times making sure you're ok while the other helps out the others. Only time you have to be alone now is if something big goes wrong and more then one Ragatha is needed to fix it properly. Ragatha's hugs before were tight, tight enough for you to need a second to recover after each one just from the sheer force and love put into each one. Now you have to deal with that doubled, whether that mean double the amount or a Ragatha on either side of you squeezing your life essence out. 10/10, while she's around you don't have to deal with anything and you get two overwhelmingly loving partners.

Ragatha (Giving)

Ragatha got back to her room after a long and tiring day. She walks in to see you laying on her bed in a jokingly seductive way. She smiles and rolls her eyes then moves towards you. Once in bed with you she feels someone gently hug her from behind and freaks the f&#$ out. She full on socked second you in the face hard enough to leave a dent and knock you out of bed. You quickly get up to help yourself and make sure you ok while Ragatha stares at you two in disbelief. She ask what's going on and you explain how you woke up with a clone and how you went to see Caine only for him to not know what to do. You apologize for scaring her you just couldn't resist. You two sit down on the bed on either side of her causing her to blush and not know who to look at while you two talk in sync. Once she is more accustomed to all this and realizes that it's you, just times two. She will really really enjoy double cuddles from you two. And will definitely enjoy the feeling of being picked up and held on you two's shoulders. 10/10, flustered but happy.

Jax (Receiving)

Get ready for a whole lot of teasing. He teased you a lot before, now their's two. Good luck! He, of course first used it as a prank. He would be relaxing in your room with you then ask you to grab something from his room. When you get there he's laying on the bed in a teasingly seductive way and greets you. You, confused go back to your room only to find him in the exact same pose on your bed too. So either he knows a really fast and secretive shortcut or he learned how to teleport. You stand in your rooms door staring at him stunned when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Jax. You have to like quintuple take and look between the two so many times before freezing. Overall it would be the more of the same. But do be warned if you show one of him more attention/affection the other can and will get jealous. 8.5/10, way to overwhelming and hard to deal with.

Jax (giving)

You just like Jax, youused it as a prank. Yours was a little more mean though cause he deserved it from all his teasing. Jax was walking around looking for you cause he had something to show you. He caught a glimpse of you walking towards the rooms and follows behind. He sees you go into your room and is about to follow before he sees you walk out of his room. You wave at him then keep walking while he's stunned. He turns around and is about to follow you to show the thing before you walk out of your room. Ok he's confused. He walks up to you and asks about it. But you play dumb to it. You keep that shtick up for a few days only stopping when he started to genuinely believe he was looking his mind. Their being two of you will make it much harder for Jax to do anything mean or teasing as if he does you can easily return it ten fold. 9/10. Having two of you is the only real way to handle one Jax.

Pomni (Receiving)

Oh gosh. She had the tendency to spiral when their was just one of her. Now their's two so she spirals and breaks down 2x more and 2x faster. You're going to have your hands full, if you want this to not end badly you better hope your a god at comforting her. Before she easily got overwhelmed by your affection and attention but is ever so slightly better at handling it now that their's two of her. I can 100% see you walking around a Pomni on each shoulder which she both loves and hates, loves cause she gets to be close to you and feel special, hate because it feels so public and she feels like she sticks out when you do that. Before she could kind of handle being alone for a while. Now, not so much. So I hope you're ready to spend an unhealthy amount of time with her just to keep her alive. 5/10, she's lovely but she's got a lot of problems. And when their's two of her those problems multiply by a lot.

Pomni (Giving)

Now this will end well. Having two incredibly supportive and loving people who know when you need attention could help just about anyone. When you first found out you did your best to ease her into it. You knocked on her door only one of you there and told her that you had something to show her. Something that could cause a panic attack. She was worried but with your encouragement and knowing that'll you be there with her helped. So she followed you to your room. You opened the door for her and gestured inside. She looked inside to see another you sitting on your bed looking awkward. Once the initial shock has worn off she'll actually really enjoy it. She likes laying on one of you as a mattress while the other gives her attention. 10/10, helps her with her problems and she's surprisingly good at handling both of your attention at once.

(I really REALLY enjoyed writing this. I don't expect others to enjoy this as much as it's definitely more in my tastes but still. I hope you enjoyed it. And the things I would do to be in that situation, sadly best I can do is write about it.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #gangle x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd #incredibly self indulgent #not well written as I wrote it for fun

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propertyofkylar · 2 months

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little m!mason x gn!pc fic

cw: teacher/student relationship, dubcon, dominant reader

Ending the school day in swimming class was always a delight. Going in the pool was a relaxing way to finish a difficult day. Plus, you got to see your favorite teacher.

Today, you were in full teasing mode. Flaunting your body whenever possible, “accidentally” letting your swimsuit slip. Each time, you noticed how Mason averted his eyes. And it made you want more.

But at the end of class, as you climbed out of the pool, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Come back and see me after you get changed,” Mason said, unable to meet your gaze. And while your classmates started laughing about how you were in trouble, you were filled with excitement.

You put your uniform back on and waited for the other students to leave before heading into the pool room, where Mason was sitting on a bench. You took a seat beside him and moved closer than necessary, pressing your thigh against his.

Mason wasn’t looking your direction at all, instead focusing on some random spot on the wall. “You’re really terrible, you know that,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “And yet you’re the one who asked me to see you, hm?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he sighed, before finally turning his head to look at you. You smiled at him and he blushed.

“Cute,” you teased, and he dropped his head into his hands.

“Do you know what would happen if we got caught? What they would say about me…” Mason trailed off.

You rolled your eyes. “You say that every time. And we haven’t gotten caught. Besides…” your hand trailed up his thigh and you felt him shudder. It made you smile. “You’re having fun anyway, right?”

Mason sighed again, looking you in the eyes. But if he was going to say something it was quickly forgotten as you leaned in and kissed him.

His lips were soft, and as usual, every inch of him smelled of chlorine. You felt him hesitate before placing his hands on your waist, kissing you back with more eagerness than he would’ve liked to admit. You groped at his crotch, his swim trunks still damp from the pool, and enjoyed his soft moans as you felt the bulge grow.

“That’s what I thought,” you murmured against his lips, and he let out an indignant “mmph” as a response.

When you pulled away, his head tilted forward slightly, as if the absence of your lips made him lose balance. Mason’s eyes widened as you slipped off the bench and settled between his legs.

“H-here?” He said in a strangled tone. “Out in the open?”

You rolled your eyes as you tugged his trunks down, enjoying the sight of his hard cock smacking against his toned stomach. “Relax,” you said as you languidly began to pump his shaft. “School’s over. No one’s gonna walk in. And even if they do…” you smirked as Mason’s face grew red. “They’ll just be jealous, anyway.”

“You’re awful,” he said, turning his head away as your hand moved faster.

“You’re not telling me to stop,” you replied, leaning forward to lick a drop of precum from the head of his dick. He didn’t say anything, but you could see his muscles clench.

Mason rubbed his hand across his face and let out yet another sigh. You moved your head to suck on the side of his shaft and he practically whimpered.

“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut.

You looked up at him innocently. “Please what? Please stop? Please keep going? Look at me. How can you be a good teacher if you can’t even use your words properly?”

Mason exhaled shakily before opening his eyes and staring directly at you. The intensity made your heart skip a beat.

“Please suck my cock…”

You grinned. “See, was that so hard? You’re so cute when you speak so lewdly like that.”

Relaxing your throat, you wrapped your lips around his dick, reveling in the way Mason was instantly moaning. You slid your head forward taking in as much of his length as you could, until your nose was practically touching his stomach.

If Mason wasn’t looking at you before, he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off of you now. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he whined, reaching a hand out to palm the back of your head. “Fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled but didn’t say anything, your mouth clearly preoccupied. Mason started thrusting his hips into your mouth and you expertly held back your gag reflex. This was nothing new to you, after all.

You bobbed your head as you alternated between licking and sucking, never doing the same thing for too long to keep Mason on his toes. And it was working. He was getting increasingly flustered, his hands tangling in your hair as you continued your work.

He bit down on his lip and then the palm of his hand to keep from crying out, but even still, his stuttered breaths reverberated in the empty pool room. You idly wondered what would even happen if the two of you got caught. Probably blackmail, you mused, especially if the one who caught you was Leighton.

“F-fuck,” Mason whined, breaking you out of your distracted thoughts. “I-I’m gonna…”

He trailed off and you hummed happily around his cock as an assent. Mason clearly couldn’t help himself and cried out as your mouth filled up with his hot, salty cum.

You pulled off his cock with a pop and gave him another winning smile. He dropped his head into his hands.

“You’re…you’re the absolute worst,” he groaned.

A glance at the clock made you yelp and stand up. “Sorry, babe. I’m gonna be late for work. We can continue this tomorrow, yeah?” You pressed a quick, wet kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag and dashing off. “You owe me for this!”

And you left Mason sitting entirely naked on the bench, flushed and panting.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #mason the swimming teacher #degrees of lewdity x reader #writing #cw dubcon #incredibly self indulgent #i wanna suck his dick sosososoo bad #so i wrote this #it's a combo of like 3 fic ideas i had last night #will probably write more #hope u like it

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glossykris · 7 months

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Kris speaking Finnish compilation from the Jokeroutsubs interview! (Go watch it if you haven’t it’s gold)

#incredibly self indulgent #how is he so GOOOD #he was enjoying himself too 🥹🥹#just the other day i was imagining him speaking finnish and now it’s reality #kris guštin #joker out #eme tag

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mikhailovv · 1 year

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So there’s this Aesir God…..

So Heimdall, huh ! Ever think of him? I do ! Way too much, and currently where I’m at (with a dear, dear friend of mine) is a Fix-it AU where Heimdall ends up living ! (Spoilers oncoming with the explanation of it all—as well as warnings for a) canon typical voilent and b) discussions of Trauma)

In the spirit of keeping it short;

The idea with this AU is that instead of dying in his fight with Kratos, once he gets his arm blown off, Heimdall doesn’t get the chance to summon his bifrost arm and eventually Kratos leaves him on the floor of the arena and stalks off and—too terrified of how Odin will react to the fuck up to end all fuckups bc it was his one job, after all—he flees into the forests of Vanaheim

Anyway; he ends up at Freyr’s camp and eventually Sindri’s house, where (so fucking slowly and painstakingly, might I add) he ends up “befriending” the Gang (Atreus saw smth in him and they all trust Atreus) but in this friendship of sorts phase he gets new armour made for him, and finally, finally takes his hair out of that hairstyle (which I fully believe he hated, and which gave him headaches) and the biggest change he could made to distance himself from Odin and Asgard; was changing his hair

But leon ! You’re probably (not) saying, that doesn’t look a lot like Heimdall? Yes ! I think he’d fully want to distance himself from who he was because oh how miserable that man is, and a completely different hairstyle was needed for that ! This post is getting long for my own liking, though , so if you have any questions drop em below ! <3

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war ragnarök spoilers #Heimdall #heimdall god of war #heimdall headcanons #art #fix it au #incredibly self indulgent #this is for me and One other person okay #anyway #I really do have more in depth answers if anyone wants them #dont be afraid to ask #in fact #please do 🥺#long post #my art #leon draws

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yaboi-weenis · 2 days

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Silly collection of shitposts I made yesterday because I’m back on my companions arc

#stray 2022 #digital art #stray game #stray oc #theo #Dolly Ann #stray blazer #Blazer #stray shitposts #memes #incredibly self indulgent #but I was wheezing #so worth it #Raf stray

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nick-cassidy · 9 months

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woah

#incredibly self indulgent

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undercovercannibal · 9 months

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*slaps the roof of my current wip* this bad boy can fit so many of my favorite tropes in it you won't believe it!

#def the best part of writing fic for the #first time is allowing myself to be #incredibly self indulgent #just yesterday I figured out how to fit #clothes sharing into my #upcoming untitled hannibal fic #:)#fanfiction

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paegisus · 9 months

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my silly lil emo loser

#nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #solangleo #pjo hoo toa tsats #percy jackson #emo #he’s such a loser #drawing this made me extremely happy #incredibly self indulgent #equunox

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zappedbyzabka · 2 years

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Silverlaw as quotes/text

(For @cobrakatharsis because he inspired me to make this with his Silverlaw drabble)

#incredibly self indulgent #very #silverlaw #terry silver #johnny lawrence #nsft

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batmans-evil-exes · 1 year

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Chapter I — We Dance Once More, I Feel Your Hands Are Cold

Bruce Wayne was in his room, already in his pajamas, which consisted in a pair of sweatpants and an old Nirvana T-shirt. He was playing some random, aimless notes his black bass guitar, trying to get his mind off of work for the day.

Everything was a mess. Gotham’s crime rate was at the highest it had ever been before and it was all because of the recent comeback of Drops. Bruce was absolutely positive that this drug was being dealt again around the Penguin’s area and especially at its heart, the Iceberg. But he had no way of getting around that, much less doing anything about it without more information and a strategy. As he played some dismal melody by the Cure, his mind kept circling back to Oswald, The Penguin.

Bruce kept on his bedroom wall a newspaper cutout of the story on his release of Blackgate Penitentiary, two months ago. The Penguin was put there by Bruce himself the previous year, after he gathered enough proof with the help of Commissioner Gordon that he was trying to rig the elections for Mayor of Gotham. It was such a sloppy plan for anyone who would take the time to look into it to try and investigate, but not for Bruce and Gordon. He had found the information and had teamed up with Gordon to get The Penguin in prison for his crimes. Unfortunately, the Penguin had enough connections to get himself out after only 7 months in the shade. Bruce knew Gotham was corrupt, and it weighed on him that he really couldn’t do much more about it that he was already doing.

When the Penguin got out, the news was published on the front page of the Gotham Gazette. He saw Oswald’s face again after a long time, frozen in the picture, his pale eyes so devoided of remorse and even smiling as he walked through the door on his way out. He felt something in his stomach that he was not used to feel: helplessness. He had done everything he could and still, the Penguin was out and about once more, and causing trouble again. On top of that, Bruce was sure that this time around he would be more cautious about his illegal activities.

There was, however, one thing that Bruce had kept a secret all this time. He hadn’t told Alfred, and he certainly hadn’t told Gordon. This secret was about his personal connection to Oswald.

Then someone knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

“Master Wayne.” Alfred made his entrance. “It seems like the Bat-signal has gone off. But I must warn you, its location is not the usual area.

“Don’t worry about that, Alfred. Prepare the Batsuit.”

“As you wish. I must add, it has not come along the verification message that Commisioner Gordon usually sends with it…”

“It’s alright, Alfred, I will be careful.” He said, leaving his bass on the bed.

As he jumped from roof to roof, Bruce tried to keep calm.

He knew what this was about, he was almost certain. This was not a call from Gordon, but a very different kind of call. It made him fear for his friend, who might be a hostage in that very moment, but there was no time to waste, so he didn’t tell Alfred, but promised himself that he would tell him everything when he got back home.

He was very close to the rooftop from which the Bat-signal was being projected. When he located it he jumped onto it, took a look around and saw that it was empty. The sounds of the city were the only thing that he heard in the distance.

Then, a voice spoke to him.

—Well well, look who came back from the dead. It has been ages, old pal.

The Penguin emerged from the shadows and limped his way to Bruce. He was wearing an aubergine striped suit. He looked the Batman, smiling.

Bruce remained serious, but inside of him all kinds of emotions were stirring up. He wanted to go up to Oswald and say sorry and hug him. He looked so beautiful under the moonlight.

He instantly felt guilty about these feelings and clenched his fist. How could he ever think about this criminal that way? How was it even an actual thought to apologize to the most dangerous man in Gotham after corrupting his way out of prison?

He took a deep breath.

“Penguin.”

“Oh, what happened, Bruce? You forgot how you used to call me after all this time we have been apart?”

Bruce pushed a button and blades came out of his forearm pieces as he adopted a defense position.

“Just… don’t. As you might’ve guessed, I have snipers all around us, waiting to shoot at you. Don’t make me give them the signal.”

“Are we alone?”

“Well… the snipers can hear me, but only if I let them, which I will if you do anything stupid. So, apart from that, I think we’re alone now. Hey, just like the song!”

“Where is Gordon?”

“Well he isn’t here either, Bruce, I called you.”

“You’d better not be lying, and you’d better not call me by my name again.”

“Why not? You used to like it back then.” He smirked and walked a couple steps towards him.

Bruce looked around and behind the Penguin, and tried to calm himself down as he was getting closer. It definitely didn’t seem like there were any other people around.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all these months, even after what you did to me, Bruce.”

“Stop.”

“I tried to, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about that night at the Orchard Hotel, it was the night before your little investigation with Gordon came to light. Do you remember?”

“Just stop.”

“It’s just so hard for me to go back there, you know? After I trusted you, and laid bare my soul, and my body, before you…” He said, getting even closer and putting a hand on his chest.

“Enough!”

Bruce grabbed the Penguin by the wrist.

You try to look scary but you are the same guy who knocked on my door in the Orchard that night, looking to find comfort, or company, or even someone to talk to. You found all those three in me.

“You know that was not why I went to see you that night.”

“Oh, sure. Now I know you came to gather information. Proof. For your little inquiries. Well, you definitely got more than you bargained for.”

“Oswald…”

Bruce tried to think straight, but it was getting harder by the second. Oswald was very close to him now and he could smell his expensive cologne, and the memories of the night that they shared together quickly came back to his mind. His pale body, the white linen sheets and the dim yellow light in the corner of the room. The surprisingly soft touch of his lips.

The Batman couldn’t help it, he leant forward. The Penguin reached too to meet his kiss. He put a hand on the shoulder of the hero and brought him even closer, and kissed him even more deeply. Bruce let him, well aware that this was wrong for so many reasons, that anything like this would ruin him and his reputation forever. That this was dangerous and made him extremely vulnerable. It was a connection. It was scary. But still, in that moment, all he could think of was Oswald, the touch of his hands and his lips, after so long…

“I knew you felt the same for me, Bruce.”

“I…”

Then someone else emerged from the shadows not very far away from them.

It was Gordon.

Bruce was too shocked to speak. He couldn’t think of anything to say anyway.

The tone of the Penguin shifted.

“So cool playing detectives with your little police friend and sneaking behind his back to have an affair with the bad guy but what about the real consequences in the real world? You really didn’t think about when shit hits the fan?”

Bruce shook his head in distress and stepped away from the Penguin, who continued to rant.

“Did you really think that this would not surface, that it would get buried in the depths of Blackgate alongside myself? That I wouldn’t use this to get my revenge for what you’ve done, even more so right after what we had?”

The Penguin was visibly angry. He turned to Gordon.

“Now you know, Commissioner, who your friend and partner in justice Bruce Wayne really is.” He looked at Bruce again. “You know, for a moment I really thought you and I had something special going on here… I have to admit, it was a cold, heartless thing to do, to deceive me like that, to get me locked up the very next day. As a master of deceit myself I respect that. Either way, it affected my plans, so it got personal. Just tought that your friend Gordon ought to know. Now do whatever you want, and be grateful I won’t reveal to the entirety of Gotham your real identity. For now, that is!”

The Penguin ended on another small smirk and then walked toward the roof door and exited the scene.

Gordon stood where he was and looked at Bruce. His disappointment was evident.

“Why?”

Bruce couldn’t answer. How could he explain to Gordon that he had never felt that connection before, that human contact, a place which he thought was safe enough to be vulnerable with someone, this someone being one of the worst criminals in the city, the kind he fights as a nighttime vigilante all the time?

And how could he have explained Oswald that he got scared and rushed things to imprison him as soon as he realised how close he had got to one of the most dangerous individuals in Gotham, who could ruin him forever in the blink of an eye?

This was definitely worse than he had expected.

He didn’t even try to explain himself.

He turned his back to Gordon and jumped away to the next building, and the next, and the next until he was back home in the Wayne building. As soon as he got to his room, he took the bass he had laid on the bed and smashed in against the floor violently several times as he cried, helpless, then kneeled and then laid himself on the floor alongside the little wooden smithereens of the instrument.

And he stayed there, alone with his thoughts, for quite a while.

Epilogue

Oswald went directly back to his room at the Cobblepot mansion. He did not want to speak with anyone about what happened that night. And accordingly, no one asked.

He kept thinking about it as he prepared to go to sleep.

It was the good move. The right decision. Someone had to show the spoiled brat Wayne who’s boss, and that he just can’t have it all. Why did he have to ruin everything by getting him in prison?

He felt like a fool for believing that Bruce Wayne of all people could ever see him as an equal, or at least, feel the same way that he did. That broken Wayne kid, who put up his walls so tall and strong so that there wouldn’t ever be any trespassers. What good did that bring him in the end?

He changed into his silk pajamas and got into bed and, reminiscing on the kiss that they both shared earlier, and realizing that it had probably been their last, Oswald Cobblepot cried himself to sleep.

(x)

#fanfic #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #gotham #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #batman #the batman #batman fanfiction #the batman 2022 #my writing #incredibly self indulgent #i dont know #battinson #etc etc

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juniperarts · 8 months

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Slightly older Pav (over 18) w/ some ink 🌸🕸

Might do Hobie next 🤔

#atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #pavitra prabhakar #tattoos #this is incredibly self indulgent #my art

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its-kinda-snowy · 1 month

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Gotta be a part of your soul and of your heart all the time Nothing in the world that I do Means a thing, without you I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you

#fanart #reanimator #bride of reanimator #herbert west #dan cain #danbert #this is so incredibly self indulgent I have to say #something something physical affection being alien to herbert #also I probs wont be posting as often as usual as im working on a super secret project that im very excited abt >:3 #also schools kicking my ass but thats besides the point

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macdenlover · 4 months

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gender bent always sunny gang because i can’t get them out of my head

(heavily inspired by @bananabirch’s designs <3 major credz to them)

#iasip #my art #it's always sunny #i took mac in an incredibly self indulgent direction.#genderbent sunny

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forlix · 8 months

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・572 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・felix x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・fluff, established relationship, lots of kisses hehe, slightly suggestive

“See you tonight, angel,” Felix says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. It’s chaste, short, familiar; your favorite form of farewell, exchanged inevitably before you part ways, even for only a few hours.

But this time, Felix doesn’t pull away afterwards, instead remaining so close to you that the tip of his nose is almost brushing yours, and there’s an ineffable glint in his eyes when he speaks again. (You should’ve known you were in danger.)

“Hang on,” he murmurs, his voice low and sweet, and then he leans in again.

When he presses his lips to yours the second time, he moves with an intensity that you aren’t prepared for. You feel his fingers slide over the nape of your neck and tangle gently in your hair; your head tilts backwards from the weight of his kiss, his tongue feather-light against the seam of your lips, his mouth laving over yours as tenderly as if he’s trying to drink you, savor you. Dimly, you feel your waist bump against the kitchen counter, and Felix doesn’t even think when he moves a hand protectively to the small of your back, returning you to your rightful place against his chest.

You are breathless and lightheaded when your boyfriend breaks the kiss, his lips flushed and hair messy, looking like a walking dream.

“S'that a new lip balm flavor?” He asks.

Bastard.

You collect yourself just enough to give him an answer, but it sounds more like a blissful sigh than a spoken response: “Strawberry.”

The smile that crosses Felix’s face is mostly bashful, but you don’t miss the self-satisfied huff of laughter that comes with it.

“I like it,” he hums. “A lot.”

And he kisses you one more time, and then another.

He ends up being late to practice that day, his rushed apologies to Minho falling out of strawberry-tinted lips.

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