#minor interference meme

[bambiraptorx]

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #minor interference au #minor interference meme #rottmnt baron draxum #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt hamato yoshi #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #i've been thinking about MI season 2 stuff again #their relationship is gonna be. well its gonna be something #by which i mean they're both gonna hate each other for somewhat justified but also petty reasons #also i know this isn't how this meme format works #but i still think its funny so there we go

[beardedmrbean]

My job now wants to give us bathroom passes and has a hall monitor to check passes if you are allowed to go to the bathroom

I’m 27 I’m not in grade school…thinking I should quit

There's gonna be some issues with both OSHA and ADA compliance there I think, legally they can do it within reason but it can open the door to all kinds of lawsuits if they do.

Thanks to the internet and those blessed meme things, many employees live by the meme-philosophy: Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I poop on company time. However, under the law, employers are legally allowed to restrict bathroom breaks, at least, within reason.

Generally, reasonable restrictions will not prohibit employees from using the restroom when the need arises. However, in production, or client facing industries, employers may require an employee to wait for a co-worker to relieve their position before taking a bathroom break. Additionally, if an employee has a medical condition that necessitates frequent bathroom breaks, employers may need to be flexible as frequent bathroom breaks is an easily achievable reasonable accommodation in nearly all situations.

Giving Bathroom Restrictions the Business

While there is no federal law that specifies the number or length of bathroom breaks an employer must provide, restricting bathroom use unreasonably can lead to lawsuits and even all-out labor disputes with picketers and media. OSHA does provide rules that require employers to provide employee restrooms, and allow employees access to those restrooms.

Generally, unreasonable restrictions on bathroom usage will be viewed as a violation of an employee's rights because it subjects employees to detrimental effects to their health, including urinary tract and bladder infections, kidney stones, and other ailments. Furthermore, depending on a company's policy, restrictions on the length of bathroom usage may also have a discriminatory impact on women, or aging individuals, who sometimes need a little extra time in the restroom.

What's Reasonable?

What is considered reasonable will vary from job to job, and likely depend on state law as well. If an employee's bathroom usage interferes with their ability to do their job, or with the production line, or client services, then the law may not protect that employee.

Alternatively, if an employee needs to use the restroom, an employer should not have a policy that denies that employee the ability to do so. Even where an employee has an essential job, such as on a production line, an employer may be required to provide prompt and temporary relief of duties for the employee.

Does an Employer Have to Pay for Bathroom Breaks?

Generally, under the Fair Labor Standards Act, short breaks between 5 to 20 minutes are considered mutually beneficial for employer and employee, and as such, should be paid. However, if the breaks extend beyond 20 minutes, an employer can refuse to pay for that time.

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This will be location specific for you I think.

An employer does not have to pay you for a break during which you are completely relieved of your job duties.  Your employer can require you to stay on the business premises during your break.  Only the following breaks are required:

      Minors younger than 16 must be given a 30-minute break if they are employed five hours or more in a day.

      All employees must be allowed toilet breaks when needed.

      A union contract may require breaks and those requirements are enforced by the union.

      Certain other limited categories of workers, such as airline pilots, may be entitled to mandatory breaks under applicable regulations. Check with the appropriate regulatory agency.

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Half dozen other sites I've looked at and even the state labor website say 'when needed' so they can't restrict bathroom breaks, not unreasonably at least.

Can't give you little bathroom pass cards at the start of the week and that's as many times as you can pee or anything like that at least.

#not really anonymous

[emeraldtart]

The Warrior of Five AU

In this AU Yugo, Adamaï, Tristepin, Evangelyn and Amelia are all incarnation of their respective races' greatest warrior. The Twelve (technically thirteen) Gods of the World of Twelve sensed something sinister is threatening the world, they are unable to interfere directly, so they reincarnate their greatest warriors to put the world back in balance.

So among The Twelve, the Dragon God, Iop God, Cra Goddess the Sadida God are picked to reincarnate their warriors.

However, something went wrong in the process. The Dragon God's greatest warrior are his sons, a pair of twins whose mother is the Eliatrope Goddess. The twins are unable to exist without the other since their souls are stuck to one another, and as a result, the one extra soul messed up the ritual.

The warriors ended up separated from one another, in a younger form without any memories of their mission. Luckily, the Tofu God (also known as the Messenger God, a minor god) has an idea. He used the Tofu birds to give the young warriors a message when they appear; when the time comes, go to Emelka.

In this AU, Alibert finds Yugo and Az in his stroller as usual.

One day, when Yugo was about a year old, Alibert was running his inn as usual with Ruel visiting him.

Alibert gives Ruel his usual meal, but before the older Enutrof could dig in, it was immediately stolen by a little kid.

Ruel manages to cut the kid off, so they immediately runs upstairs.

Alibert follows suit because he's worried about Yugo. When he arrives upstairs, Yugo was wide awake, safe in his crib, and is laughing and smiling at something under the bed.

Ruel grabs the kid from under the bed and saw that it was a young Iop who has a mouthful of his stew in his mouth.

Alibert feels sorry about the kid and offers to remade the stew for Ruel if he let's the boy go.

After the Iop kid gets his fill Alibert asks him where he comes from.

The boy doesn't remember much, except that he got a message from someone urging him to go Emelka and find an inn.

Of course, Alibert and Ruel are confused, but they can't leave a kid all alone without their guardian in sight. So Alibert takes the kid in.

Ruel warns Alibert not to get too close with the Iop kid while he search for his parents around town, because Iops are one of the races that became very hostile if their young is threatened.

The moment Ruel returns and came empty-handed Alibert gains another son.

Meanwhile, in the Sadida kingdom, King Sheram Sharm came face-to-face with a toddler who suddenly appear in his throne room.

He asked everyone whose child was missing, and when no one came to take the girl he takes her as his own.

Fast forward a couple of months later, Amalia came running to her dad with a young Cra in tow.

Again, King Sheram Sharm can't find her parents, but he can't just adopt the Cra girl like he did with Amelia due to very complicated reasons, so he assign the girl, now named Evangelyne, as Amelia's lady in waiting.

Fast forward 11 years later, the group finally met and when they do, they finally remembered about their true origins. It's basically the Spider-Man meme. They pointed at each other and shouted, "IT'S YOU! Where the hell have you two been!?"

Ruel was confused, how did Yugo and Pinpin knows these two girls?

So yeah, the whole journey is basically Ruel being confused while the other four tries to find a way to jog their memories while to Oma Island and prevent whatever catastrophic event from happening.

Adamaï, upon meeting Tristepin felt competitive. He's far behind in his ranking of best bro in Yugo's list.

#Wakfu #Au #The Warrior Of Five AU #The Warrior Of Five #TWOF AU #TWOF #Yugo #Adamaï #Adamai #tristepin de percedal #sir percedal of sadlygrove #evangelyne #amalia sheran sharm #Alibert #Ruel

[knightmargin]

You’re literally the only other adult I know in the LoT/CoN/EZ fanbase and I wanted to know if you’ve also noticed the concerning amount of minors in the fanbase creating or engaging with NSFW media. It makes me really concerned and I don’t really know what can be done.

there's plenty of adults in the community! In fact most of the fans I know are adults, it's a very old community, after all.... we like to huddle together around a campfire and reminisce about the old times. (I actually don't know much about what the younger community is doing, haha, asides from the cool new art and memes)

Regarding minors engaging in NSFW, see, I really wish they wouldn't do that!! But even if you were their parents or teacher, there's only so much you can do without being overbearing and draconian. In my past experience, the more you'd tell people at that age to not do something, the more they want to do it. Not many options other than to give them space and try not to interfere too much I guess. They're at that age where they're trying to figure themselves out, part of growing up and whatnot... Best you can do is to just teach them stuff like basic internet safety and common sense and gently guide them in the right direction, it's what teachers in the past used to do... even as the schoolkids were openly talking about doing all kinds of things right within earshot of them. They'd just be like "ok kids i don't care what you do as long as you're responsible and being safe about it" and that's the only thing they can do.

I think that's true for any online community.... and real life as well! Why, I remember when I was a teen, my classmates were sneaking adult romance novels and stuff into dorms and reading when the dorm teacher are away, if not just straight up fooling around with each other doing who knows what! It was quite concerning to me even back then. But I think people like us are more of a rarity than the norm, as most people would just consider it a perfectly normal part of puberty.

....I tell myself this, anyway. In truth, I do get worried quite a lot... Especially if the kids are people you care a lot about. But the unfortunate reality is that you can't be everyone's mom (even if you really want to!)

(and some kids don't even listen to their moms, much less strangers on the internet, haha....)

#asks

[mariacallous]

Can you imagine what a digital white ethnostate or a cyber caliphate might look like? Having spent most of my career on the inside of online extremist movements, I certainly can. The year 2024 might be the one in which neo-Nazis, jihadists, and conspiracy theorists turn their utopian visions of creating their own self-governed states into reality—not offline, but in the form of Decentralized Autonomous Organizations (DAOs).

DAOs are digital entities that are collaboratively governed without central leadership and operate based on blockchain. They allow internet users to establish their own organizational structures, which no longer require the involvement of a third party in financial transactions and rulemaking. The World Economic Forum described DAOs as “an experiment to reimagine how we connect, collaborate and create”. However, as with all new technologies, there is also a darker side to them: They are likely to give rise to new threats emerging from decentralized extremist mobilization.

Today, there are already over 10,000 DAOs, which collectively manage billions of dollars and count millions of participants. So far, DAOs have attracted a wild mix of libertarians, activists, pranksters, and hobbyists. Most DAOs I have come across in my research sound innocent and fun. Personally, my favorites include theCaféDAO, which aims “to replace Starbucks” (good luck with that!); the Doge DAO, which wants to “make the Doge meme the most recognizable piece of art in the world”; and the HairDAO, “a decentralized asset manager solving hair loss.” But some DAOs use a more radical tone. For example, the Redacted Club DAO, which is rife with alt-right codes and conspiracy myth references, claims to be a secret network with the aim of “slaying” the “evil Meta Lizard King.”

The year 2024 might be one in which extremists start using DAOs strategically. Policies, legal contracts, and financial transactions that were traditionally the domain of governments, courts, and banks can be replaced with smart contracts, non-fungible tokens (NFTs), and cryptocurrencies. The use of anonymous bitcoin wallets and non-transparent cryptocurrencies such as Monero is already widespread among extremists whose bank accounts have been frozen. A shift to entirely decentralized forms of self-governance is only one step away.

Beyond practical reasons that encourage extremists to create their own self-governed structures, there is an ideological incentive too: their fundamental distrust in the establishment. If you believe that the deep state or the “global Jewish elites” control everything from governments and Big Tech to the global banking system, DAOs offer an appealing alternative. Conversations on far-right fringe platforms such as BitChute and Odysee reveal that there is much appetite for decentralized alternative forms of collaboration, communication, and crowdfunding.

So what happens if anti-minority groups establish their own digital worlds in which they impose their own governing mechanisms? What are the stakes if trolling armies start cooperating via DAOs to launch election interference campaigns? The activities of extremist DAOs could challenge the rule of law, pose a threat to minority groups, and disrupt institutions that are currently considered fundamental pillars of democratic systems. Another risk is that DAOs can serve as safe havens for extremist movements by enabling users to circumvent government regulation and security services monitoring activities. They might also allow extremists to find new ways to fundraise, plan, and plot radicalization campaigns or even attacks. While many governments have focused on developing legal frameworks to regulate AI, few have even recognized the existence of DAOs. Their looming exploitation for extremist and criminal purposes is something that has flown under the radar of global policymakers.

Technology expert Carl Miller, who has long warned of potential misuse of DAOs, told me that “even though DAOs behave like companies, they are not registered as legal entities.” There are only a few exceptions: The US states of Wyoming, Vermont, and Tennessee have passed laws to legally recognize DAOs. With no regulations in place to hold DAOs accountable for extremist or criminal activities, the big question for 2024 will be: How can we ensure the metaverse doesn’t give rise to digital white ethnostates or cyber caliphates?

[skratchytheclown]

There they are... again!

This is a continuation of this post, where I explained what two of the broodals were like before three of them became ded. I finally got around to drawing the other two, sooo...

Spewart: He was probably that one obnoxious class clown that would usually quote memes in middle school, and he hasn't matured much since then. He is the most confident of the broodals, brushing off pretty much anything, even if it was a big deal ("tis but a scratch"). He likes to make jokes a lot, and brings a certain energy to the group. This made him a good choice for the entertainer role. Despite this, he doesn't understand other people's jokes a lot of the time. Spewart usually doesn't come up with any long-term plans, and does things just because he wants to. This leads him to getting multiple injuries (but he walks it off as if it were a minor inconvenience). If you were to dare him to chug a gallon of Pepsi, he would probably do it. Surprisingly, Stewart is actually pretty sluggish. When he's not out and about, he enjoys snacking on something and sitting around (ignoring his older brother). He is still very strong though, and may be able to break your bones with his hands (he's never tried it because that's "a bit harsh"). He doesn't like comparing his poison to "vomit". He can spit poison willingly, and at any time. He simply claims that it is something that he can just do. Much like how you are just able to snap your fingers, cross your eyes, whistle, etc.

Rango: He became the bouncer because of his size, mostly, though he was also the best in battle. He was the one who took care of most of the troublesome meddlers that tried to interfere with their business. That sort of thing hardly ever happened though, so it might have been only four people. Rango seems apathetic about most of the things going on around him due to how unexpressive he is, but things still have an impact on him. If he is upset about something, he would definitely complain about it. Kind of a "negative Nancy", but he is just being realistic most of the time. Even though he is the most competent fighter of the broodals, he isn't very smart. He has a strict set of expectations for everything, and fails to look at things from every angle. If something doesn't match up with his expectations, he just stands there and thinks about how it could have possibly happened. This could have something to do with the fact that he isn't willing to learn new things. Whenever he comes across a complex problem, he just feels like skipping it. He thought that he wouldn't have to have any good problem-solving skills.

[nosenseorsensibilities]

I found this meme and thought it was funny in the context of Pride and Prejudice, but just as funny in the context of Loungbourn. In Pride and Prejudice, the irony of Darcy's intervention to prevent Bingley from marrying Jane Bennet only to later propose to her sister, Elizabeth, is a nuanced reflection of social dynamics and personal growth. Initially, Darcy's interference seems motivated by his pride against the Bennet family's lower social standing. He perceives Jane's attachment to Bingley as lacking in genuine affection and more of a pursuit of financial security. 

As P&P goes on, Darcy's understanding of love and social hierarchy changes, leading to his repeated proposal to Elizabeth. The irony lies in Darcy's transformation from a man who judges relationships based on social status to one who prioritizes genuine affection and compatibility. His realization of his love for Elizabeth, despite her lower social standing, underscores the thematic exploration of pride, prejudice, and the nature of true love. Comparatively, the class difference between the Bingleys and the Bennets appears relatively minor within the context of the full scope of Regency society. While the Bingleys belong to the upper echelons of society, the Bennets are upper middle class. This disparity becomes less significant when viewed through the lens of the servants at Longbourn, which we see through Sarah’s perspective. 

To Sarah, Bingley and Darcy represent a world far removed from her own. Their actions and decisions are governed by social norms and expectations that Sarah can only observe from a distance. Sarah sees both of them as being almost surreal and unreachable to her. Her perspective throws light on the relatively arbitrary nature of social distinctions and the complexities of navigating relationships across class boundaries. Sarah's perception of Bingley and Darcy as men from another world reflects the broader theme of societal stratification and the challenges faced by those outside the privileged circles of the middle and upper classes. Despite the differences in class, Sarah's observations and Darcy’s feelings are a reminder that human emotions and relationships transcend social barriers, ultimately reinforcing the novel's message of love, understanding, and personal growth.

[ardenssolis]

card suits - headcanon meme; accepting || @dayrisen

Eight - How does your muse handle difficulties in multiple aspects of their lives at the same time?

HMM. That’s a good question really. I suppose that would depend on what the difficulty is and how deeply it affects him. If it’s just a minor annoyance, he may or may not ignore it as he’d deem it a waste of his time. If it is something that interferes with his daily life, or comes to, however, then he will most definitely confront whatever that is one way or another. He’s that kind of person that tends to act when he feels like it if that makes sense.

Ten - How does your muse react to unexpected things happening to them?

He just pretty much deals with it kfsjhfsfss. So many unexpected things happen in Chaldea that he’s at a point where he’s honestly not really expected anymore. He knows something weird will transpire one day, or something that starts peculiar but then turns into a near world-ending event. So at this point, he just deals with it in stride unless, as stated previously, it personally affects him in some way.

Jack - How far could the one closest to them go before they decide to stand against them? pspspspspspsps tell me about ozy

You could be beheading your enemies and laughing like someone gone mad and he won’t care about it. Now desecrating the dead is a big no no to him, as well as violence without meaning. He’s not a good person in the sense that he will save people from burning buildings or selflessly give his all for complete strangers with no desire for reward. This he will not lie about, nor pretend otherwise as he knows what kind of person he is and makes no attempts at stating otherwise. The thing that will make him narrow his eyes, though, is cruelty for the sake of cruelty in his presence. Like torturing a monster for no reason, for example, will earn his ire for sure. He wouldn’t really like said monster, but he believes that killing it quickly is far more tasteful than needlessly creating harm when there’s no need to. He will most definitely state his opinion and then just kill that monster himself to be done with it.

#[TYYYY YASUUU] #dayrisen #;headcanon #answered #;;inbox #;ask reply meme

[maeve-writes]

W.A.P.

W.A.P. - Cardi B feat Megan Thee Stallion

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x witch!Reader

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Filth. Smut. Oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, tons of dirty talk, unprotected sex (piv), magical interference, Bucky’s metal arm (yeah, that’s a warning).

Summary: Oops! You messed up and ‘accidentally’ created a sex pollen and Bucky just so happens to be the only one around to help you. How convenient.

a/n: I didn’t spend too much time editing this. Coming fresh out of break up, I needed a distraction. (Also, this was supposed to be Incubus!Bucky, but I might just do something else with that.) And the ending is kinda lame, sorry.

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You came into their lives as ‘one of the big three’ - technically a witch, not a wizard - and you were an ally, not a threat. They were wary of your magic at first, of course, because they had been around Loki and Wanda, they knew what destruction it could bring. You showed them the good you could do, how you could heal the wounded, the land, help restore droughts and famine. You gained their trust slowly but surely and they called on you when they needed a third and you happily joined in.

But then you became more than a teammate, you became a friend. You started to go out to meals, they came over for movies. You started a group chat once you upgraded Bucky’s phone and started to share memes. Things became comfortable between the three of you and you were happy, comfortable. You no longer had to hide what you were, you could practice your craft openly and fear being burned for it.

That’s what Bucky found you doing that Saturday afternoon with a six pack of craft beer in hand and balancing a pizza in the other. A large pink plume of smoke blew up from your cauldron and into your face from where you sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the black pewter. It threw you into a coughing fit which caused Bucky to rush forward, putting dinner aside on the coffee table nearby. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You blink up at him, confused, unaware for a moment of why he was there until the smell of pizza hits your nose and you realize you agreed to a movie night. “Yeah,” you laugh, hyper aware of his too close proximity and the heat radiating off of him, “I’m fine.”

“You tryin’ to blow up the neighborhood?” He gives you a good once over for any injuries before he turns attention to what you’re trying to mix up. Whatever it is burned up with that explosion and he settles his gaze back on you, amused at your half-dazed look.

“If I wanted to blow something up, I wouldn’t need a potion to do it,” you quip, wiping off the remnants of your failed experiment from your face. “And, for your information, it wasn’t supposed to do that.”

The corner of Bucky’s lips twitch and you narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you sure you’re a wizard?”

“Not a wizard,” you tut, shoving him away as you move to stand. You’re unsteady and he’s there to keep you from falling, closer now and you smell his aftershave, sandalwood and clove. You bite hard on your lips and let out a shaky breath. “Where’s Sam?”

Bucky shakes his hand and places both of his hands on his shoulders, holding you at arms length now to keep you upright. He dips his head to try and make eye contact with you as your gaze starts to gloss over, “Can’t make it. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, dad,” you spit mockingly, shrugging off his hands and audibly smacking your lips. Your mouth had suddenly gone dry and your head had gone light, “I am so thirsty.”

“I got that weird sour beer that you like,” he offers, pointing his dimpled chin towards the coffee table.

You lift up an arm to point at him but find it heavy and you stumble forward, straight to him and collapse against his chest. “You’re weird,” you lamely return as you grip at his too tight shirt and stare up at him. Your skin heats quickly and your pupils blow wide. “W- Weird,” you repeat. “You’ve got a lot of muscles, did you know that,” you quickly changed the subject as you pressed against his hard body.

Bucky clears his throat and grabs at your upper arms, “Everyone has muscles, doll. I think I need to get you to a hospital.”

You shake your head, more to disagree about the hospital rather than the muscles. “Don’t need a hospital, ‘m fine,” you insist. “‘nd everyone has muscles, but you... you’ve got the best muscles.” Your grip loosens on his shirt and starts to run down his chest and his stomach, trying to get underneath the fabric to feel.

He visibly shivers at your touch and when your fingertips brush at the skin near his stomach, he jumps back. “I think your little mess up has got you actin’ funny, sweetheart. Maybe you should lay down and rest, hmm?”

You nod and let him lead you to the couch. He gets you comfortable, a pillow underneath your head, all snuggled into the cushions and when he tries to move away, you pull at him, trying to get him to fall on top of you. “Lay with me,” you whine, it’s soft and needy, your face is desperate.

Bucky’s forehead pinches in thought. “There’s not enough room for the both of us,” he reasons, happy to find an excuse to not do this with you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, because he does. He’s thought about it, multiple times, in many places - in bed at night, in the shower, alone in a safe house during a mission. He’s worried that if starts, he won’t be able to stop.

“There’s plenty of room,” you huff, “right here.” Your hands start to run up and down your body drawing a gasp from you. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you as you cup and squeeze your own breasts, moaning from the sensation. “Bucky,“ you whine, raking your teeth over your bottom lip and pressing your thighs together because the ache is starting to build.

His breath is coming in short pants, his skin is flushed. There’s an ache in him, too, and his fingers and itchy to replace yours. “Sweetheart,” he warns, his tone is rough with want, “you don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Please,” you continue, ignoring his warning, “it hurts.”

He doesn’t like to hear that and he shifts his weight, one knee on the couch, one arm on the back of it, hovering over you to look down at you properly. You stare up at him, looking right into those dark blue pools of wanting, and whimper. “You made a sex pollen.”

“A-a what,” you blink slowly, trying to process his words through the fog.

“It’s like an aphrodisiac,” he says, “but turned up to a thousand. Hydra used them on some of their targets.”

“How do I fix it,” you ask, breathing labored.

He shakes his head, “Only way I know how is to fuck it out of your system.”

“Oh. Good.”

His lips are on yours before you can catch your next breath, igniting a new fire inside of you that burns deep in your core. Your nails claw their way up his arms and into his short brown hair as Bucky licks into the cup of your mouth to draw a bone rattling moan from you.

He shifts his weight above you and your legs willingly part for him to slot between them. Your hips meet and you can feel how hard he is. This man, this legend, someone you found unattainable is pressed against you and wants this just as much as you do. The idea makes your head spin and you feel like you’re floating, you know that isn’t the sex pollen.

“Fuck, kitten,” he moans when you part for air and he’s biting at your jaw, “you have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I have some idea,” you giggle and roll your hips. It cuts your laughter short and the pair of you share a moan. “Bucky...”

He nods against your shoulder and reluctantly moves to sit back on his hunches. You whine at the loss of contact, but he’s taking off his shirt and teases you with a wink, “Patience, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel better, I promise.” And you know he will because Bucky is a man of his word. “Let’s get you outta these clothes, huh?”

You nod eagerly and arch off the couch as he helps slip off your shirt. The fabric brushes against your aching skin and a hiss slips through your teeth. “I know,” he coos, “I’m sorry.” The sincerity in his voice soothes you while hooks his forefingers into the waistband of your leggings to pull them off in one smooth tug.

You’re left in your soft pink cotton bra and panties, both soaked through with sweat and your slick. “Look at you,” Bucky sighs, palming himself through his jeans. He pinches his plump bottom lip with his teeth and reaches out with his metal arm to cup you over your panties. The cool of the vibranium feels wonderful against your overly hot skin and you press up against him. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, the ghost of his touch too much and not enough. “Bucky, please,” you try again. Maybe if you say it enough, he’ll do something.

He blinks away his daze and realizes that this is not for him, it’s for you. If he’s lucky, he can take you apart again later, achingly slow and intimate like he wants. “Sorry, kitten,” he says earnestly. “I’m gonna take care of you now.” His fingers dance down the seam of your cover core sending you into full body trembles. “You look so sweet and pretty in these cotton panties. Fuck, got 'em drenched, too.”

His fingers travel to the edge of your underwear and push the fabric aside. You watch his tongue dart out to hungrily lick his lips. “Whew,” Bucky huffs, watching your slick leak out you and threaten to drip down onto the couch, “pretty as a goddamn picture.”

Your muscles clench at that and you lift your hips towards him with a desperate whimper. It hurt so much, everything, your teeth, your nails, your hair - things that shouldn’t hurt - feels pin-pricklingly painful. “Okay, okay. Enough teasin’, I got it,” Bucky relents and adjusts his position between your legs.

He leans down to get nose to nose with you, staring into your lust-blown gaze with his own, “Hey there.” His fingers now drag through your damp folds and finally provide some relief.

What escapes from you is a mixture of a gasp and a whimper, desperate and greedy for more, and Bucky just eats it up with a satisfied smirk and a chuckle as his nose bumps against yours. The middle metal finger slips inside of you, cold and thick. You make that noise again and this time he swallows it, his mouth devours you and whatever sounds you make as he plunges the black and gold digit in and out of you, adding a second soon after.

“Shit, kitten,” he hisses into your open mouth, “how can you be this tight?” He twists his hands and curls his fingers, his palm hits your swollen clit for the first time and you immediately snap. Your body tenses, your thighs shake and you cry out against the side of his face.

You caught him off-guard, but he doesn’t mind, he relishes it. “Oh, sweetheart,” he praises, “that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” You preen at his praise, your body fighting the feeling of the tingle from the aftershocks of your orgasm and the pain and need for more. “But you’ve got more in you, I know it.”

It takes effort, but you reach up to touch him again, to cup his face and scratch at his scalp. “More,” you plead.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he says and means it. His thumb finds your swollen clit and slowly rubs it as he slips a third finger inside of you. You bring him to your mouth again, the kiss as wet and needy as your sex. The push and pull of his fingers from your body is louder than your moans and it makes your body impossibly hotter.

“Bucky, I need you,” you tell him, tears welling in your eyes.

He looks down at you and his heart breaks a little. “I know. I know! Give me one more and let me eat this pretty little pussy and I swear- I swear I will give you need.” Your teeth bite down on your lips and you let out a sob, but he angles his hand deep and then suddenly it vibrates.

Your body locks up and you feel it shatter like glass as you come once again with a high pitched whine. “Oh fuck,” you pant, removing your nails from his shoulders. “How did you-?”

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he grins. “And so are you.” Your head is still foggy and your body is thrumming with need, but you look down to see his wrist and jeans covered with your slick. “Can’t wait to see you do that again.”

He dives in for one more kiss, hungry and promising. Your tongue is insistent, demanding. He parts with a laugh and bites his way down your jaw and marks up your neck. “Still bossy and didn’t say a word,” he grins against your bruising skin. You pull his hair in return, but that only makes him roll his hips into your thigh.

He’s all teeth and tongue down across your collarbone and makes quick work to pop your breasts out of your bra. “God, I think ‘bout these tits everyday,” he groans, pushing them together and rubbing his face against them. The scruff of his beard sends sparks down your spine. “Think ‘bout fuck ‘em. Suckin’ on ‘em while I had you bouncin’ on my cock.”

His words are making you dizzy. You can’t comprehend that Bucky wanted you before now, it’s too much. “I- Bucky... Please, I will. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be so, so good for you.”

He looks up at you and waits for your eye contact to see if you’re serious, that it’s not the pollen talking. “Yeah, you will be, kitten. Fuck yeah, I know you will be.” He doesn’t look away when he flicks the first nipple with his tongue, swirling around it before he takes it into his mouth and sucks on it hard. You groan, arching off of the couch and further into his mouth.

His teeth drag across your sensitive skin, pulling on your nub until it falls from his mouth. Your body shakes with need when he takes the other into his mouth, licking and lapping at the nipple as his hands roam further down your body and stops at your hips.

It’s not long before his mouth travels the same path along your torso, nipping and sucking on the skin to claim you as his. You encourage him, rolling up into his mouth, pressing his head against you with your fingers tangled into his hair.

He reaches the waistband of your panties and tugs at them with his teeth and a growl. Laughter bubbles from you and share a smile, innocent and intimate. It lasts for only a moment before he pulls the cotton off you and tosses them over his shoulder.

Looking like a kid on Christmas, Bucky settles between your thighs to become eye level with your sex. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this, too,” he confesses. “Think ‘bout you a lot.” Your mouth opens to respond but whatever you have to say is cut short when he shoves his face greedily into your cunt.

He moans like he’s receiving all of the pleasure. His tongue works inside of you, lapping up your essence. He breathes heavily through his nose, not wanting to pull away from his task, from his meal. He tries to bring you closer to him, to devour you thoroughly.

You don’t want it to end but you don’t think you can take much more. “Bucky,” you warn, but he pays it no mind and continues his assault, moving to latch onto your clit and sucks.

Once again you tumble, your body shaking hard enough to have your teeth chatter.

He backs away when you start to push at his head, sit on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It’s a lewd act and it makes you clench, and where he hits, he can see it. “Sweeter than a fuckin’ peach,” he says, licking his lips just to get more of your taste while he works to remove his jeans.

You watch him eagerly, eyes darkening when he drags down the zipper and shoves down his pants and boxers so he can free his dick. He sighs in relief, taking it in hand to stroke lightly, spreading the steady leakage along the thick, veiny length.

“You ready for it, sweetheart?” He crawls out of his pants and underwear, kicking them to the floor as your legs widen further. Your voice isn’t working, it’s now all raspy moans and whimpers. Bucky smiles down at you, running the head of his cock along your folds. “Look at you tryin’ pull me in,” he coos as your cunt desperately clenches at his tip. “Greedy lil’ pussy.”

Your hand grabs at his wrist, the closest part of him to you, and your nails dig in. “What is it, baby,” he grins, running the tip back up to your clit to rut against it. You open your mouth but all that comes out are squeaks and you can’t tell him what you want. He’s right there, so close, you just want him inside of you.

Nostrils flaring, your eyes glow purple. Bucky freezes, unsure if his teasing has done more harm than good. But the air crackles between you, the same purple glow shimmers into existence and swirls in the air, snaking slowly towards Bucky and his cock. It manifests in finger-like projections and wraps around his length, squeezing before it strokes him once, twice, pulling a moan from his kiss-swollen lips.

He relaxes then, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of the power you wield and stares down into your new purple hues and fucks gently into the phantom hand. You continue to fist him and lead the tip to your center, the illusion morphing into a tight, snake-like coil which continues to move along his length even as he pushes into you.

It’s strange to be split open by Bucky’s cock, something that was already so thick and long, but to also feel your own magic pressing inside of you, your mind broke - Bucky’s may have as well. The both of you move on pure instinct, on the need for pleasure. His hips push and pull against your own, each a hard snap that rocks deep within you. You meet each one with desperation, the pure want of getting Bucky further into you, the coil of your magic twisting and twirling inside of you.

You don’t tell him when you’re about to come because he feels it, it’s more than just you clenching around him, the desperate sounds escaping from the both of you - it’s in your magic, it’s in the air around you. A new projection manifests, another phantom hand and it rubs against your clit. Bucky watches it, mesmerized by what you can do, what you’re doing to him - to yourself. Something ignites in him and he growls, two hands on your hip and he pounds into you and filthy praise pours from his lips like a cracking dam. “Fuck, sweetheart, that’s right, you touch your pretty little clit while I split your pussy in half,” he grunts between the snaps of his hips. “Make yourself come on my dick. My little witchy cockdrunk slut has to use her magic to get us both off, huh? Well, do it, kitten, make us come.” The twine of magic you have wrapped around Bucky tightens and he groans, but it doesn’t stop the relentless pounding. You have the phantom hand match the speed of his thrusts, flicking against your clit at a vibrating speed that you start to see white. It takes only seconds before you’re over the edge, your magic sparking in the space around you, wrapping the both of you in its energy as you call out his name in a broken tone.

He slams into you with a final thrust, his grip on your waist is bruising as he spills into you, filling you up to the point where it starts to drip out before he’s even finished. And when he’s spent, he nearly falls on top of you, just as breathless as you are, trying not to crush you with his weight. You curl an arm around him and pull him down to let him know he can, it’s okay.

You stay there in silence, still connected until your magic recedes, the pollen ebbs away. Bucky pulls out and you feel yourself leaking onto the couch. “Oh shit, sorry,” he mumbles, reaching around for his shirt to wipe it up and catch whatever else he can. “Don’t worry about it,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry about-” He stops you with a kiss, a slow one with a deeper meaning that you feel in your bones. “You’re not going to apologize for that. Please don’t,” he insists. With his trademark Bucky stare, those blue eyes tell you that he wanted it and he knew you did, too. “The pizza’s cold now.” “That’s why the Gods invented microwaves!” You move to stand and nearly fall from the effort. “I don’t think any God invited microwaves,” Bucky snorts, scooping you up easily and heads to your room towards the shower. He knows your every move before you make them. You were an easy read before, but now, after being intertwined with your magic, he knows. “But they did invent the guy who invented microwaves.”

“That’s the same thing,” you argue as he sets you down on the bathroom counter and starts up the shower. Bucky shakes his head while he fiddles with the nobs, “No, it isn’t. What you said implies a God directly invented the microwave. What I said implies they created a person who invented the microwave, therefore they would indirectly be responsible for said invention.” He holds his flesh hand under the spray of water and turns to you with a self-satisfied smirk.

You puff out your checks and stick out your tongue which earns you a chuckle. “I wonder which God would’ve done it,” you muse. “Probably Loki, the menace. Invents something useful, but gives off just enough radiation over time that could or could not lead to long term physical illness. Mischief.” “You give the man too much credit,” Bucky says as he scoops you up once more and takes you into the shower. “But you’re probably right. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” -

a/n: Sorry for the lame ending. Uh, I hoped you enjoyed it anyway. Would you like more witch!Reader x Bucky? Yes/No?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #edited for that gif #because fuck

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿. ҂ 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

request:

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests rn lol but I was wondering if you can write a clay imagine? It can be smut or anything lol

pairing: dream x fm!reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, calling dream clay, cliche apocalypse au, blood, kinda sad ngl

word count: ~3000

links: ao3

a/n: Hi everyone. I have no idea what this is, but if you like it let me know! I was struggling with coming up with something for dream but here we are on a crackpot tangent. N E WAY, thank you for all your support and requests! Have a great week and happy reading ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

Soapy bubbles clung to your arms as you pressed your hands into the hot water, sighing as you reached the bottom of the sink. You didn’t care about the murky discoloration of the water from the stack of dishes you had just polished off. You attempted to let the stress of your day roll off your shoulders to mix into that same water. Call it a baptism, but the solace you got standing before the sink, pouring your emotions into the dark, louring water was comparable to nothing. The radio buzzed with slight static as the station attempted to break through the heavy interference.

That was until three long pulses echoed over the station, making your skin crawl as if an unseen force were intruding on your alone time. You stood up straighter, water dripping down your arms and splashing on the linoleum floor beneath you as you listened to the grizzled news broadcaster read from an obviously unedited announcement. The world outside of your apartment seemed to still, silence echoing through the streets where shrilling sirens lived only moments before.

“Breaking news… NASA has just verified that the mystery asteroid is, in fact, in danger of crashing into the Earth… As of this moment-” His voice cut out, your radio buzzing into static. In a panicked effort, you vaulted across your kitchen, slipping on the dishwater in the process as you tumbled to the ground. Before the pain could set in, you climbed to your feet, smacking your hand atop of the radio. It finally crackled back to life as you twisted at the dials feverishly. “... three days. To repeat, there is a countdown on the NASA website… take shelter when the time nears.”

Your ears rang alongside the three pulses to indicate the message was over. You were in denial, figuring there was no way this asteroid was actually going to obliterate the Earth. Surely, it was a joke. Everyone had been making memes of the space rock since it was picked up on NASA’s radar a month prior. Surely, this was just a test.

You waited for the city to come back to life, but everything remained still. After everything you’d all been through in the last year, an asteroid was going to be the end.

A sharp and urgent knock hammered against your door, making you jump a few feet in the air. Before you could move to see who it was, the person was already through the threshold. You peered around the corner of the kitchen and down the hall, your gaze meeting a pair of dark green irises. Clay’s towering figure stalked toward you, his eyes brimming with tears and panic. He pulled you into his embrace rather hurriedly, as if he’d been itching to wrap around you before he broke down.

The hint of cologne clouding the air around the two of you suggested that he was on his way out. As your hands followed their muscle memory to grip onto his clothes, he dug his face into the crook of your neck. It was becoming clear that even if you weren’t responding to your best friend’s need, he was going to take it from you.

He pulled away from you slightly. Your mind had gone completely silent as he looked at you, his attention struggling to focus on one part of your face. Your body felt numb and your tongue had gone dry. His gaze traveled towards the ground and he stepped back slightly, worry spreading across his features as he clamped his hand around your forearm.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” His voice cracked slightly as he dug into the drawer beside you to find a towel. You furrowed your brows before finally catching sight of the blood seeping from your arm and between his fingers. His hand was large enough that it nearly served as its own bandage.

He tugged you behind him towards your bathroom. “I fell…” You mumbled, your mind now racing with questions. Why couldn’t you feel the cut? Or his hands? He pushed you upwards to sit on the bathroom counter, his crimson hands shaking slightly as he rinsed them off. Your fingers tightened around the towel holding your wound together. As he focused on the task before him, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. He rolled his head on his shoulders and took a deep breath to steady himself as fished through your First Aid kit.

“I was on my way to Nick’s and I heard the news. I’m…” He brought his arm up slightly to brush away a few tears against his shoulder. He pulled open a package with his teeth. You watched him carefully as he worked to clean you up. His blond locks hung over his eyes, curling around his ears and twisting about as he focused and you could almost hear his mother’s voice telling him he needed a haircut.

Your chest ached. “Clay, I think I’m having some kind of a breakdown,” you mumbled, your own eyes prickling with tears as he looked up at you quickly. Usually, you were the one that kept it together. It had been like that since the two of you were teenagers. Despite the fact that Clay’s tall, muscular stature gave off the appearance of an intimidating being. In actuality he always let his emotions get the best of him, leaving you in charge of being the rational one.

But as he patched up your arm and struggled not to fall apart, the reality was settling in to weigh heavily on your shoulders.

He began to talk softly to you---much like you usually did for him---making sure his touches were delicate and slow. While his hands were coarse from years of football and building decks with his dad in the summers when the two of you were younger, they were so tender when dealing with you. He cradled you as if you would break at the slightest flex of his finger.

“Why didn’t you just go to Nick’s?” You asked him once he’d finished bandaging your arm and had begun rewashing his hands. The scarlet water in the sink looked almost surreal after you’d been staring so long at the caliginous dishwater. He rested his hands on the edge of the sink, his eyes flashing up to look at himself in the mirror before chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Your hand traveled up his arm, his skin warm beneath your touch as you tugged on his bicep to bring him closer to you. He moved to wrap you in his embrace once again, his breath melding into your hair as his fingers closed around the fabric of your shirt. “I’d rather spend the end of the world with you,” he barely whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder softly.

You pulled away from him gently, his forehead moving to rest against your own. One of his hands moved to brush into your hair, his fingers finding purchase against your neck. The familiar smell of smoky vanilla and sage seeped into your mind at his closeness. You thought about your first kiss shared in “the name of science,” after you turned fourteen. Clay had been so awkward in his body at that time; his hair shaggy, stretch marks along his knees from his growth spurt, and a growing realization that you were in fact, a member of the opposite sex.

The Clay before you, even in his state of anguish and anxiety, stood with a cockiness that that Clay couldn’t have even dreamt of. His thumb glossed over your jaw, his eyes cast down as if his mind was wreaking havoc on his movements. Cautiously, you leaned towards him, sealing the space between the two of you as your lips pressed against his. The air of catastrophe seemed to dissipate around you as he pulled you tighter against him. The taste of mint and a faint whisper of fruit from the gum he always chewed blended against your tongue. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, wanting him pressed to you as close as he could be.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms as he made his way to your bedroom. As your back hit the mattress, Clay’s lips were back on yours, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to tug the fabric over his head. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones, his tongue ghosting against any mark that formed on your skin from his teeth. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming. He pushed your shirt off and you wiggled out of your sweatpants.

His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. “I want you, Clay,” you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants. It was clear that even as the timer clicked away the minutes the two of you had together, you wanted to savor him. If the world ended now as the two of you were in each other’s embrace, you would be fulfilled.

He smirked slightly at your words, his lips finding your neck once again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that,” he moaned, pressing a kiss behind your ear. He slunk down to press his lips against your stomach, moving slowly up your body to bury his face in your hair, grinding his hips against yours. You fought not to roll your eyes as you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, pulling his pants off. He pressed his lips against yours, humming into the kiss as you wrapped your leg around one of his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, grinding against him.

As Clay pushed himself into you, your whole body relaxed as if he were made for you. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, letting you adjust to him. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm, the angle bringing your thigh to rest against his side. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper.

You began to feel every inch of him in you as his hips ground against yours. Clay’s lips left yours to press against your jaw and your ear, one of his hands interlocking with yours, binding the two of you further together in the act. It was his carefulness of your forearm that sent a shock wave through your body as you were bitterly reminded that instead of a lifetime of cherishing moments like this, the two of you were cursed into his disaster arc.

His hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as you pulled him down to you again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so, making him pick up his pace. His other hand pressed against the side of your neck, bringing your skin closer to his lips as he pressed open mouth kisses to the landscape of your neck, thrusting into you and making the tension in your body tighten with pleasure. Your arms moved to wrap around Clay’s torso, pressing your lips against his shoulder as he moved. Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure.

As you laid beside him, he played with your fingers, the quietness between the two of you nearly comforting. There was almost the question of “what now” hanging in the air.

A knock came at your door once again, your heart dropping slightly at who the person could be. You shot a look to Clay before pulling on one of the discarded shirts and your shorts from earlier. Your apartment was cold after being in bed with Clay, the air nipping at your skin and sending a shiver down your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the billboard beside your window had the countdown displayed in heavy red numbers. You swallowed your uneasiness and opened your door.

Nick stood before you, his eyebrows slightly perked at---what you could only assume---your unkempt appearance. He wet his lips briefly. “Dream’s here right?” He asked, peering over your head a bit. You silently opened your door completely, letting him inside. Clay came out of your bedroom, tugging a hoodie over his head that he had previously shoved in one of your drawers. As Nick eyed him, it seemed like he’d forgotten whatever serious matter he needed Clay for. Instead of the skittish expression, Nick’s face twisted into a knowingly smug quip.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, moving down the hallway and into your kitchen. “What’s up?” He queried Nick. You followed the two of them as Nick began to ramble about the end of the world.

Your chest tightened at his words as you took a seat at your kitchen counter. Clay uncapped a beer, leaning on the marble across from you. “There’s a bunker nearby. It belongs to some random old guy but I know some people who can get us a spot,” Nick muttered almost as if he were worried your neighbors would hear and sabotage his plans. He looked between the two of you quickly. “I think it’s worth a shot.”

You watched Clay closely as he thought, his expression nearly blank due to his somberness. You could practically hear the clock ticking away outside as the red light began to seep into your apartment. Clay chewed the inside of his cheek. “What do you think?” He asked, suddenly breaking the deafening silence and turning to you. “I wanna go where you go.” He looked almost like a child as he said this, but you were grateful he wanted to be with you in the end.

You tore your eyes from him, focusing on the ring forming in your sink from the dishwater that you hadn’t had the opportunity to drain. Your mind raced with the possibility that Nick was offering. “What’s the worst that can happen? We’re dying anyway, right?” You responded wearily.

And that’s how you found yourself packed into an underground shelter, Clay’s body pressed against yours as nameless people crowded the dense area. Nick huddled against the two of you, the asteroid’s timer serving as a foreboding heartbeat as it reminded you all that these were the last moments of your life. Clay’s arm tightened around your shoulders as you buried your face in the softness of his sweatshirt. Your legs were going numb from sitting on the ground with your knees folded to your chest, but you didn’t dare move from his grasp. Nick’s side dug into your own as he attempted to shrug away from the hysterical woman beside him whispering to herself.

Only the mumbling of prayers and lamenting sobs broke up the lulling music playing over a small Ham radio resting on a bookshelf in the corner. The tune reminded you of an eerie scene in a movie from the ‘60s. As the song faded, a newscaster began to discuss the timer, wishing that everyone was with loved ones and had spent the last of their money.

And then the final ten seconds came. Your fingers threaded with Clay’s as he pressed a lasting kiss to your forehead.

“... Nine. Eight…”

Nick leaned into you. The two of you had never really been close, but on your journey to the bunker, he'd become a companion to you just as much as he was Clay's.

“... Seven. Six…”

You let your mind travel to your past, prom in particular. When Clay shut the skirt of your dress in his passenger door by accident. You were so mad at him for finding humor in the situation.

“... Five. Four…”

You thought about the week prior when you were considering skipping a lecture because you were tired. What you wouldn’t give to go back to the simplicity of problems like that.

“... Three. Two…”

You hugged Clay tighter to you, hoping that if you both got blasted into whatever kind of eternity was waiting, you’d land at the same time.

“... One.”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, even the newscaster. The silence was painful as you all waited.

Clay and Nick moved quickly, looking around the room. You furrowed your brows at them, your grip tightening around the front of Clay’s sweater. “Do you hear that?” Clay stated, his voice coming out rushed. Nick nodded, watching as the rest of the men in the bunker began to talk amongst themselves. You couldn’t hear anything, worry settling.

“What?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

Clay pushed himself to sit up away from the wall, dragging you up with him. “How can you not hear that?” He urged mildly. Fear began to pick at your nerves as you noticed the same reactions filling the shelter. Nick stood up, following some of the other guys who heard whatever they were talking about. Clay slipped from your grasp. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered and you grabbed his hand. His eyes flashed a different color as he looked at you.

A few of the women followed the group, attempting to get their companion’s attention before one of them opened the shelter door.

#dream x fem!reader #dream x reader #dream x you #dream smut #apocalypse #college au #dream fluff #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken scenario #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken au #tw angst

[bambiraptorx]

polished version of my shitty chess meme, this time with glowing magic chess pieces (they're edible)

Version without words under cut

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #minor interference au #minor interference meme #rottmnt shitpost #rottmnt raph #rottmnt draxum #raphael hamato #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #im actually ready proud of how this came out #also i discovered medibangs marker brushes and i love them

[ao3feed-destiel]

You're My Dream Come True

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/WnX73YH

by Redamber79

Dean and Cas have been roommates for ten years, ever since their first year of university. Cas is crazy about Dean, but tries not to let it interfere with their friendship. That gets harder when Dean comes out as bi and starts dating guys, not that any of them last.

It all comes to a head when Cas shares a simple, silly, kinda niche meme with Dean.

  Words: 4824, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Minor Character(s), Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Feelings Realization, Grinding, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Light Angst, Panic Attacks, Rimming, Anal Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Switching, Getting Together, Caught, everyone knows but them, Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Cute Kids, Humor, Dean Winchester Does Not Understand, POV Alternating, Unsafe Sex, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, dean winchester is a good boy, Complete, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Pop Culture, Sam Winchester Needs Brain Bleach, happy misunderstandings

Link: https://ift.tt/WnX73YH

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

[total-ass]

weirdass adults in the total drama fandom wake up and write down the graphic dunnoah smut dream they had in their total drama dream diary to post to the tag later. then they get up and open their tumblr mobile app to write a 15 foot long post about camerons right foot headcanons and tell a minor to kill themselves for shipping something that interferes with their personal otp. for lunch they open the blinds in their grandmother's basement and treat themselves to some vitamin d before sending 9 different vagues to td takes about a child who doesnt like a character they personally enjoy and pray the mod posts them this time. then they open their duncney nsfw blog and post some gifs of people fucking captioned with "ugh so them". afterwards they message the 15 year old they've been grooming in the td fandom discord server immediately followed by harassing the random 17 year old who wont answer their asks about zokes inherent sex appeal. they make sure to get in their daily mind exercises by writing a novella about why total drama fans under 16 should be banned because total drama is clearly a mature and intelligent adult comedy meant for 20+ audiences. before bed they make sure to cry to the followers on their vent sideblog about how no one will talk to them. Then they spam their account with memes about why proshipping is the second coming of jesus christ and how children are personally ruining their life and happiness for asking not to be sexualized. finally they send 115 hate anons to their minor mutuals for breathing incorrectly and tuck themselves in bed, muttering ableist slurs as they drift off into another fetishistic noco dream

#Anon…who hurt you? #sexualization mention #grooming mention #suicide mention #ask to tag further #td fandom

[idabbleincrazy]

Buffyverse Masterlist

*indicates smut

Spike x Reader:

Graveyard Surprises 

Part of the Team

A Moment's Respite

Spangel x Reader:

Night Bloom* (multichapter)

Spangel(us):

Peaches and Honeysuckle 

Mendings, Major and Minor* (multichapter)

Spangel A - Z Masterlist* 

Special Requests*

Power Shift 

Eleven Sentence Challenge masterlist *

A Blissful Reprise

Turning Point

A Bit of Cold Comfort *

White Out *

A Much Needed Reminder

When Doves Cry *

Lazy

Misunderstanding

Waiting

Oceans and Deserts

For the Loss of You

It's in His Kiss

When the Mood Takes Him Redux *

Accismus

Worth the Aggravation

Remedial *

What We Hold Onto

Slow Hand *

Duck, Duck, Goose

If it Purrs Like a Kitten *

Ante Up

Neither Holly Nor Jolly

Minty Goodness *

Bloody Christmas Shopping

I'll Be Home for Christmas *

With You in My Head *

Candy's Dandy, Liquor's Quicker

Read the Fine Print

First Time for Everything *

First Turn of the Spiral * (2)

Well That's One Way to Do It

Not What He Expected

Post-Coital

The Flood

Constrained

Commonality *

On a Stake Out

Spangel Holiday Traditions universe:

No Tricks, Just Treats *

All Saints' Day

All Souls' Day

All Souls' Day ~ A Different Perspective

Convincing Angel

Harmonic Interference

You Know What They Say...

Sucktember Masterlist

Never Fade Away (Series):

Go Out with a Bang* (multichapter)

Regroup and Recover * (multichapter)

Secretly Submissive Masterlist *

The Missing Scenes Series *

Spike/Angel/Dru:

We Are More

Spike/Angel/Iggy Pop:

Self-Destruct

Fanged Four/Whirlwind:

Welcome to the Family

Spike x Nyx (Angel’s sister, Vampire!OFC):

Breaking Point *

Headcanons:

How Spike would react to Reader (Angel’s sister) being in love with him

Sleep and Sex headcanons with Spike

Sex and Angry/violent headcanons with Spike 

Spike seeing Fem!Reader naked for the first time 

Romantic Spike headcanons 

Random HC about William/Angelus

Spotify Playlists:

Spike

Angel

Spangel 

Angel’s Lullaby’s  

Spuffel

Spike/Darla:

Recreational Reunion

Stay, Just a Little Bit Longer

Spike/Lindsey:

Surrogate Vampire *

I've Been Thinkin' *

Spike/Faith:

Ventilation

Wesley/Fred:

Not This Girl, Not This Day...Please

Character meme:

Angel

A:ts Character Dynamic Uquiz

#buffyverse #masterlist #btvs/a:ts masterlist #spike #angel #angelus #buffyverse fanfic

[decepti-thots]

either megatron or tarn if you’re still doing the character meme

i'm just gonna do Tarn for this one!

favorite thing about them: tarn is a really fascinating character to me because he's introduced into the narrative as a character who is awful for one reason, and then i feel like you find out his actual worst depths are completely different. the idea that the worst parts of Tarn are not the parts he created for the Tarn persona, but the parts that he retains because he is Damus, is very compelling to me. he's less a monster because of the awful things he does, and he's more a monster because he knows they're awful, and tries to excuse them with the comforting knowledge that he knows they're awful, and he does them anyway. the little point about how he wears the mask so noone can see he closes his eyes is great, because it's so much worse that he is fully aware of how disgusting the things the DJD does are, to the point he himself is very upset by them, because he is still the same person he once was... and he does them anyway, over and over, and the only thing that knowledge gives him is unjustified self righteousness.

least favorite thing about them: just what I said in this post, really. Tarn is a character that feels made to be a foil, and the narrative's failure to settle on who precisely he is a foil to works to his and its detriment quite a few times, alas. (my kingdom for the version where it's Drift, honestly.)

favorite line: don't have it to hand but the speech he gives to Megatron in DotL about how all this mess is his fault (including, implicitly, Tarn himself) and it's rich of him to call it wasting his life when it's Megatron who wasted it is good.

random headcanon: tarn has a really shit singing voice and pretends he's above caring about that but he does. he DOES care. it is extremely annoying to him, interferes COMPLETELY with his Aesthetic of being Dude With Weird Cool Voice Who Knows Music. absolute shambles.

unpopular opinion: i have. no idea. what people argue about re: tarn. i know like, three whole tarn fans lol.

song i associate with them: *deep breath* concerto no. 2 in G minor, op. 8, RV 315, summer (III - presto) - vivaldi. is that how it's formatted. fuck you vivaldi why are things TITLED like this.

favorite picture of them

no talk him angy

#ask meme #long post

[redjaybathood]

For the ask meme:

Batfam or Outlaws?

LoA or JLA?

Haha I won't surprise anyone by choosing Outlaws instead of Batfam. It's like found families but they don't unnecessary hurt each other. There's no drama. Like, I love drama, from storytelling perspective and from reader perspective? But I personally would choose friends who help you over family who only gives half a fuck about you but only when convenient. It's not like their fault??? But doesn't mean you have to put up with this.

Like. I suddenly thought about a better-case scenario for Jason: when he runs off to Qurac, he doesn't die gruesomely, but instead meets Roy and Artemis both, fight their way out of the joint clasterfuck of Joker and the fortune soldiers, escape to the states with the help of Starfire, and rescue Bizarro.

1. Roy is in Qurac because of the legendary bow of Ra's. There are rumors that the government wants to use it against the minority population, and it has potential to wipe out the whole country. Roy wants to find the bow but the government wants him dead

2. While Roy on the run from them, he takes refuge in a refuge camp where Sheila is the head of relief program. Roy helped them previously, so he felt pretty safe going there while he's literally bleeding and can't run anymore

3. Jason, while Bruce left him there to run after the Joker, tries to help people, including the pretty suspicious American with gunshot wound. When he recognizes him, he's like: Speedy??? Roy, unable to take painkillers, and trying to distract himself from the pain: What, you a fan? Jason, being unable to confess to being Robin because he's not in a mask right now and Bruce will kill him: ... Yeah.

So instead of going after his mom and seeing her randewue with the Joker, he is roped to bandage the wound, make some food, find drinkable water and what not for his 'idol'. And to distract him with witty banter. He obviously noticed Roy refusing drugs and knows what's what and actually impressed and anxious both so he decides to keep close to Roy and help him through it.

2. Sheila rats out Arsenal to Joker. Seeing as it's a sidekick, he's not as excited as if it was Robin, but still, pretty excited. He tells her to bring him in. Sheila goes to the tent where Arsenal stays, asks Jason to leave to run an errand. Jason complies but actually stays close to listen in because he thinks something happened, something big and bad that made Sheila go to a hero for help, but Roy obviously is not in a great shape, it's better if Jason listens in and then helps them out. He doesn't say he's Robin because he thinks Sheila is a normal adult who wouldn't let her child, or any child, do any heroing and place themselves in danger. It's not like he doesn't have a different way to find out what's going on!

3. Sure enough. He hears about Joker and how he is here, holy shit! First thing he does, send a message to Bruce, though Bruce is busy with diffusing bombs but promises to get back ASAP and asks Jason not to interfere and break cover/reveal identity if possible. Jason agrees and doesn't change into Robin uniform, though he does fashion a red headscarf in a way that keeps his lower face hidden.

4. Sheila leads Roy to Joker. It's not like Roy doesn't suspect anything but if Joker is really here and plans to blow up the whole refuge camp, what can he do instead of checking it out? Well, he sends a message to Starfire for back up. He was reluctant to do so for his own problems with fortune soldiers but, it's freaking Joker and there's too many lives on the line.

(for reasons, Roy is not on great terms with the rest of Titans; maybe he is fresh from the rehab? And they weren't super supportive or he was just feeling inadequate because of his dependency??? Idk. And Kory is his emotionally safest option because they initially weren't all that close, compared to Dick and Donna)

5. Roy successfully drops a few of Joker henchmen and even gets Joker in his crosshairs when it turns out to be a trap, after all, and Sheila attacks him from behind. Drugging him.

Jason is seeing it, hearing Joker's monologue as he prepares to beat Roy to death, watches Sheila's nonchalant take on the situation, figures it out and gets both scared and angry. He gets Roy's arrows and bow, and as Joker gets the crowbar up, shoots him.

He tried to shoot him in the arm, you know, because he's Robin and Bats don't kill and he's a literal child. But, as a good fighter he is, he's not a Mary Sue and doesn't have super special skills with the bow so. Yeah. Joker's dead. Arrow throw his skull d e a d.

Roy would have clapped if he could, and Sheila tries to shoot him.

Jason gets grazed by a bullet because he's all sorts of panicking right now, throws the bow away and actually tries to take the gun away from Sheila and that's when he gets a gut shot. He's shocked, he is dramatically: "Mom..." and drops. Sheila checks his face under the scarf and readies to make a headshot. This is what Roy comes to. He attacks her from behind, drops her (unconscious, not dead). Roy is like: holy shit, holy shit, this kid here is dying!!!

He tries to stop the bleeding and get the kid out of here, not noticing that there's actually a lot of explosives and a timer. He bride-carries Jason outside.

6. As a deus ex machina, Kory and USS Starfire show up.

Not to make things awkward for Roy, Kory shows up alone. So of course there's no one to recognize Jason. But both Roy and Kory recognize the need for medical services, like, yesterday. Thank God for all the alien tech Kory's ship has, and even more of it on her private island. That's where they take him.

7. Bruce shows up right before the warehouse blows up.

A woman, tall and red-haired, looks from afar at the wailing in anguish figure of Batman, who 99% is sure that's his boy there going up on flames.

(let's assume Sheila got out, said "Jason" pointing at the warehouse, and died on Batman's hands; later, he finds some body parts but they are too difficult to identify. He finds Jason's blood, and a lot of it, and he finds Joker's body - which is unique enough to be easily identified - killed by an archer; that's how Batman's vendetta to Arsenal and other archers begins: because obviously he killed Joker and saved himself, but let Jason die???)

8. Meanwhile, Jason, after processing what happened, somewhat, is convinced that Bruce hates him now because this time, he actually killed someone. Bruce wasn't all that warm to him lately anyway, there must be something wrong about Jason that makes his parents - Willis, Bruce and Sheila - hate him and betray/want to get rid of him. So Jason doesn't want to get back to Gotham. And of course doesn't tell about his Robin identity to the two ex-Titans he hangs out with now. They would tell Dick, Dick would tell Bruce, and Bruce would throw him into jail.

Especially after all the rumors that the archer who killed Joker is wanted by Batman, and the future doesn't look good for him. Jason also carefully tries to check up on home, maybe sneaks into the cave and sees his own suit in the glass case? And sees some communication between Bruce and JLA where Batman is accusing the archer from Qurac of being at fault for Robin's death. Jason is like most wanted by JLA and Titans now.

Or, Roy is, actually, officially. Roy didn't tell anyone that he wasn't the one who killed the Joker to protect Jason. He doesn't know about the Robin situation, but only thinks it's about excessive force with taking down Joker and the government of Qurac?

9. Dick is going crazy about his best friend getting his 'brother' killed, and his ex gf actually being on Roy's side. What was supposed to be a meeting where Roy tells Dick everything what happened and Kory backs him up, turns into an ambush where Dick, who promised to come alone, and Bruce, are trying to take them down by whatever means necessary.

(this takes place in Gotham; Roy wanted to show his goodwill and Jason, who wasn't supposed to be meeting Batman because Roy decided to shield him from responsibility, uses exact the time to sneak into the cave)

Figuring out what Roy's meeting with Dick probably won't go smoothly, Jason goes there, fully indignant about Bruce lying that he's dead just because he killed Joker. So it's three vs two (Roy, Kory and Jason, who stole a bike and wore a red helmet, vs Dick and Bruce; Kory is a heavy hitter, but Dick and Bruce have home advantage; fight was tied before Jason showed up)

10. Jason is like: yo, bats. Why are you mad at him? I am the one who killed Joker.

Bam! Jason blows up the Batmobile as a distraction and Roy, Kory and him escape, trying to get to the starship.

11. Except. They are intercepted by someone.

It's Artemis. She takes Jason hostage so Arsenal will share some information. Kory wants to fight, but Jason offers that all four of them get the hell out of Gotham first and then figure things later.

12. It's like this: Artemis is trying to find the relic of her people, the Bow of Ra. And she knows that Arsenal is looking for it too. She needs information.

Turns out, she knows more than they do, because she found out that the bow will be delivered to Gotham soon. When she met Arsenal there, she thought they were here for the same reason. It turned out, not so much.

But. When Jason hears that the buyer is Roman Sionis, he is like: no way this prick can get his hands on a mythical weapon of mass distraction! And proposes to go undercover.

13. Roy isn't a fan of Jason going undercover because he's been there and got heroin addiction and being kicked out of the family and his team out of it.

Jason argues that he doesn't have any family anymore. (Roy thinks he is talking about Sheila)

They argue about his age (Jason doesn't want to tell him he is Robin now because he is afraid Roy will take him to Dick to get Dick off his back; Jason is pretty jaded right now and doesn't trust anyone), Jason says that he's older than Speedy was when he started.

So, then it comes down to the actual plan.

What Jason proposes is pretty close to the original Red Hood plan of taking Gotham drug trade into his hands. He thinks Roy, as a victim, would simpatize, but Roy is even more reluctant because he doesn't want Jason to mix up with drugs. Jason tells him about Catherine, to explain why he wants to do it. Roy tries to argue about how violent he would have to be. Jason, after killing the Joker and perceiving Bruce's reaction, thinks it's all over for him anyway, why not go full time murderous vigilante.

Kory stays out of it because it's not like she didn't kill anyone when she was younger than Jason, when she was escaping her slavers.

Artemis is the one to put her hand down because they don't actually have time for full Red Hood plan. They need to grab Black Mask's attention quicker.

Jason offers to honey pot him. It immediately gets him weird looks. They start treating him like someone who feels so insecure about their place in the gang that they will offer the wildest ideas and volunteer for the worst jobs. Because, if it's a honey pot mission, wouldn't Kory or Artemis make more sense?

(Actually, they really would be more successful than Jason in this instant because Roman wants someone to step on him; like, Red Hood after taking his territories and kicking ass all around, he can do that. And a puny sixteen years old orphan can't)

But Jason says that Kory won't do because she's obviously an alien, and Artemis, as someone tied to bow of Ra, could be recognized. Roy refuses.

So that's a no go as well.

The last plan of Jason is actually half-decent. Jason proposes to play as a gun for hire who can help Black Mask to fight against Batman.

The issue is, how come he knows so much about Batman? He knew how to disable Batmobile's security. Roy starts to feel something is off. Kory is the one to distract him by saying that after spending so much time with Dick they surely know a trick or two of the Bats. Roy doesn't want to betray his friend by reveling his weakness to the enemy but Kory says that they actually wouldn't. They will just make it seem like they do. Just enough to get the trust of BM but not enough to do any real damage. This is also for Dick being a dick and hitting first, asking questions never (not allowing Roy and Kory to explain what happened in Qurac).

14. They proceed with the plan. Get hired, make trouble with Batman, help Sionis with some of his schemes, find Bizarro.

Jason is the most successful in both getting the ire of Batman (after his confession of being the archer who is responsible for death of the Joker and by extension, Jason's, plus, blowing up the Batmobile, he is enemy number uno for Bruce; Dick, feeling guilty because he attacked his best friends while they were innocent, quickly finds out that the new goons of Roman Sionis are them, and that they actually aren't going for the kill, and decides to believe in them and tries to hold Bruce back, which makes Bruce kick Dick out) and Sionis (smart-mouthed, pretty, ruthless, with a hate boner for Batman, and? Actually useful? Roman, once again, offers Jason to be his heir. Jason, being undercover, takes him up on his offer). He is the first one to find Bizarro too.

But it's Kory who goes off the plan and rescues Biz.

Her cover is blown up, and Roy, who helps her to fight her way out, is too out of the game. Artemis, who is not yet confirmed whether bow of Ra will be coming here, decides to keep going with the ruse and Jason, not having enough of making troubles for Batman - and, getting actually useful inside information that can be used to throw Roman in jail - too.

To prove their loyalty, though, Roman asks them to kill... Robin.

That's how Jason finds out he's replaced.

16. Just joking. He already knew. That's his job description.

He quickly agrees, planning to fuck with Tim a little more than usual to vent his frustration - both to be believable and because the guy offends him by his sheer existence - before allowing Batman to rescue him.

Only. It turns out there's a new new Robin in town, and Roman already has his hands on her.

Already had, for a few days at least. And what Roman wants from Jason is to take the power drill to Robin's stomach.

When this time Jason kills a guy, it is no accident.

17. So, Outlaws get the hell out of dodge. And Steph is with them.

Kory helps her heal with all the alien tech. Biz is a baby right now, and Jason is declared by Roy (who somehow assumed the role of their leader because clearly no one except him can make plans, just look for the outcome) not field-ready. He is to stay to keep the children (Biz and Steph) company, because while Kory is a girl it doesn't make her the default babysitter.

(in fact, Roy is pretty sure that Jason, seeing Steph in such state and having once again to kill someone, is traumatized; are he is right)

Roy and Artemis go to check out the lead in Qurac, things go more or less as in canon, only Kory and Biz show up for the rescue.

18. Meanwhile, Jason is like. What the fuck. If he wasn't there, would Sionis kill Robin and that's that? Where the hell was Batman?

He checks the news from Gotham and sees Batman with Tim!Robin.

Steph sees it too. They both are incredibly bitter. Jason clumsily tries to comfort her and reveal his identity. Steph is like, holy shit! Now I know why the old man hates my guts. He always said I remind him of you.

They bond. Steph wows not to tell anyone about Jason's true identity.

When he asks if Steph wanted to return back home, Steph doesn't want to. She feels pretty burn out. (I am going with her mom being on her dad's side for this, so there's nothing making Steph wish to come back anymore; maybe Cluemaster even was the one who sold Steph off to Sionis)

19. So when Roy, Artemis, Kory and Biz come back - everything is fine with Biz thanks to Kory - it's about time to disband, right? The mission to find the bow of Ra is over.

But... What to do with the little ones? Jason, Steph and Biz?

Roy is the one that comes up with the idea to form a new team. They have base (the island), the aircraft (spaceship!), adult mentors (Artemis wants to train Steph, Kory feels responsible for Bizarro, and Roy can't leave Jason to battle everything alone).

That's how it goes.

20. Of course, Roy noticed that Jason's skill level is not that of a civilian, and now they actually can have a breather to talk about it?

Kory, actually, knew all along. She has face blindness (that's why she has difficulty with recognizing one human from another) but she has a great memory for voices. Robin II was introduced by Dick once. Roy didn't remember it, but she did. So she tells Roy, and tells him not to put pressure on him, especially after Jason killed yet again and it's something that Batman and Nightwing both highly disapprove. But they decide to tell Dick, because they don't want him to suffer because he thinks his little brother is dead.

So, they find Dick, and tells him everything. Instead, he tells them that Bruce thinks Jason is dead, and it's not that he is mad because Jason killed the Joker by accident. So, this is a huge misunderstanding!

Roy and Kory come back to the island, tell Jason what they found out. Jason actually doesn't feel relieved. Because at this point he is convinced Bruce, who changes Robins as gloves, did not really give a fuck. Besides, now there's even more red on his ledger. He doesn't want to go back.

21. Of course Batman has his own ideas. He shows up on the island to take Jason and Steph back, overjoyed they're both alive and not thinking much of how they will react.

They don't. Because at this point, they are not there.

Just before, Kory received a request for help from space. And the whole gang of Outlaws went there.

22. When they came back to Earth, it's after an earthquake happened in Gotham. Bruce has his hands full even without No Man's Land (which didn't happen because no Joker).

And that's how it goes, somehow. Outlaws have their mission. Bruce has his mind on the city and, sometimes, the Justice League stuff. Reunion doesn't happen, and doesn't happen, and doesn't happen again.

And then, Bruce dies.

23. It's a few years after they left Gotham when Steph and Jason come back to hear the last will and testament. They both get a video. And it's not a "you were my greatest regret" kind of stuff. It's "I fucked up, and I am sorry, but if you are seeing this, it means we didn't get to talk before I croaked so it's no use to give you platitudes. Here's my money as a consolation".

They also both get to know Bruce's son, Damian, and adoptive daughter, Cassandra. Jason meets Replacement officially. Both Steph and Jason talk to Dick, who aged overnight, juggling Batman and Bruce's responsibilities.

There's no Battle for the Cape. Nightwing doesn't actually have to become Batman. Outlaws park their spaceship there to help through the worst of the crime wave. Tim shares his theory of Bruce being alive and Jason and Steph are like, that checks out. We seen weirder stuff. Dick is like: I know asking you to do it is a dick move but can you go with him and make sure he doesn't kill himself?

Steph refuses on a basis that they are exes and they parted on bad terms and it will be awkward. Jason agrees, unexpectedly.

Because maybe he really really wants Tim to be right.

24. After Bruce comes back, Jason leaves with the Outlaws. He's not mad at him or anything, they both have a long talk, but... Jason doesn't feel the need or desire to stay. His home is with Outlaws now. It hurts much less this way.

Steph, becoming closer with Cass, decides to stay.

Bruce, seeing how the Earth didn't stop spinning with him dead, semi-retires and spends more time with Damian. His parenting attempts are awkward but heartfelt. Damian draws more and fights less.

That's kinda all I got for now.

As for LoA or JLA, it's JL. Because all in all, League of Assassins are, well, assassins. Ra's claims he wants to save the earth but I am pretty sure it's a scam. I trust, say, Poison Ivy on that front much more than him. And I can't see anyone else in Ra's' place doing much better either. Though it would make for a good story: what if Talia was in charge? What if Damian? What if Jason???

But Justice League is the heroes after all. On individual basis I can have an attitude 'take them or leave them', but as an organization as a whole, they're much better, I think.

Make for a boring story though.

#jason todd #roy harper #koriand'r #artemis from bana mighdall #bizarro #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #asks #sorry for a long rambling post