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faegramme · 2 years

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Could I request something in where during Part 3 of JJBA a Zeppeli reader is one of DIO’s minions and comes across the SDC and maybe the reader has something of Caesars like his bandanna or the reader introduces themself to the Crusaders and Joseph is in disbelief and believes that the reader is being controlled by a flesh bud due to the history of the Zeppelis and the Joestars only to find out that the reader isn’t being controlled. I’m not used to requesting so if it doesn’t really make any sense I’m sorry.

i think i understand what you’re saying! hope you don’t mind that it’s in a headcanons format :)

> warning for death & mild gore (?)

type: request fandom: jjba part 3- stardust crusaders pairing: joseph & enemy! zeppeli! reader word count: 1066 warnings: mild death & gore mentions

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being a joestar came with a lot of responsibility, maybe this was destined, maybe it was an accident.

regardless, joseph knew this and deep-down had always been prideful to be the one enforcing the responsibilities bestowed upon him.

everything changed when caesar died.

having been mid-battle with the pillarmen at the time, he didn’t have much time to grieve. his focus was driven towards revenge, and saving the world of course.

he’d wear that badge cockily if his close friend didn’t die.

after finishing the fight with the pillarmen and successfully sending kars off into space, joseph returned to rome, and he, along with lisa lisa, sought out caesar’s family, more specifically his mother, younger siblings, a few of his lovers, and affair babies.

your parent was one of his children, making him your grandfather.

they were maybe the one most upset by the news.

caesar was such an amazing dad, he had been at your grandmother’s beck and call when it came to raising your parent, as he had been with all his babies.

feeding them, teaching, reading, talking, playing with them.

when he visited, they were at his hip constantly.

they were all watery eyed and snotty when their mother and joseph explained the situation to them.

joseph, having recently processed the fact that caesar was gone, felt extreme sympathy and remorse for them, giving them the bandana caesar gifted him.

“take good care of this. as long as you have this, his memory will live on through you.”

he unknowingly passed caesar’s hamon back to them, as not all of the zeppeli children were gifted with hamon.

they looked up at him with misty eyes, before tying caesar’s bandanna around their forehead.

fast-forward a few years, your parent explains the situation to you as well.

your parent passes the bandana onto you.

when you first put it on, it was like you could feel caesar all around, light and airy, like your grandfather’s spirit was choosing you specifically to carry on the joestar-zeppeli solidarity legacy.

However, your misunderstanding of the situation and hatred grew, much as caesar’s hatred had grown towards his father, and even more so upon first meeting joseph, since he blamed the joestars’ for his father’s absence.

you skipped the stage where you realized you were incorrect about the joestars.

joseph is now an old man, and you are around eighteen.

you journey to cairo and meet up with Dio, whom you learn, through your mother, is an adopted joestar, dedicated to bringing down the rest of the joestars.

you’re so set on avenging your grandfather that when you meet Dio, he finds no reason to fleshbud you.

you target the stardust crusaders at the outskirts of singapore after their fight with yellow temperance.

you monologue your goal to the crusaders after ambushing them, and it all clicks for joseph.

it’s all too familiar for him, the blonde hair, italian accent, the zeppeli-cockiness, and when you finally reveal you’re there to avenge your grandfather, he is shocked to say the least.

“you know them, old man?” the one in the black, japanese-style, high-school uniform asks.

“not directly, but they’re the grandchild of my late best friend! caesar zeppeli!” joseph shouted, still in shock.

“don’t you dare say his name!” you’d spit cruelly, raising your weapon. “i’m here to fight you, joseph joestar, and you alone! you are the reason my grandfather died!”

“if they’re pickin’ a fight with one of us, they’re pickin’ a fight with all of us.” the man with tall, silver hair says, getting into a defensive fighting position.

“calm down polnareff, i’m sure this is only a misunderstanding.” the one in egyptian garments reasons.

joseph starts again, hands raised in some sort of a peace gesture “kid, I’m sure we can reason…”

you cut him off, insisting that your lord dio gave you full permission to execute the eldest joestar.

“yare yare, another fleshbudded parasite…” the schoolboy scoffed, the whole group giving an acknowledging nod in agreement.

until you reveal that you aren’t flesh-budded.

joseph gapes ones more

he’s shocked to his core, it’s heart-wrenching how much you remind him of caesar, yet how unlike the two of you are as well.

He attempted to reason with you, truly uninterested in fighting someone so young and uneducated.

you’re persistent, and eventually it becomes clear he’s going to have to fight you.

you’re only a hamon user, so it’s honorable that joseph uses just hamon as well.

swallowing his pride, he has to accept the bitter fact that not everyone he faces will be on his side, not everyone who has history with his bloodline is a devoted ally.

the fight is, unfortunately for you, quick. you lose, of course.

your body lying on the ground, bloody, beaten, and filthy with the dust of the desert. blood and dirt is caked in your hair, and your face is swollen and bruised to the point that it’s almost unrecognizable. joseph was sure he broke your nose as well.

he rips himself away from the fighting grounds the second your body falls to the ground, gloved hand covering his face, shadowed by the savanna hat he wore.

“are you alright, mr. joestar?” kakyoin questioned in concern, both him and avdol following joseph as he marched off.

tears stung in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel great remorse. caesar would be ashamed, so ashamed, he was thinking.

he was convinced that he failed his late best friend.

jotaro and polnareff stood over your motionless body, jotaro with his hands in his pockets, and polnareff reaching down to sling your limp body over his shoulders.

“what should we do with them?” the frenchman asked, turning towards jotaro.

“dump them in an alleyway? you all seem to be forgetting that this scum is one of dio’s foot soldiers. they were treated with accordingly. who cares if their grandfather had some history with the old man?” jotaro insisted with a scoff as he walked towards an abandoned alleyway, leading the way for polnareff.

“guess you’re right.”

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Eddie post a Tiktok of himself sitting in his car. He’s not looking at the camera, but passed it. For a second, he doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, and he watches, and he nods to himself like, Okay. When he addresses the camera, he says, “You know, back in ‘86, after a series of events and an accumulation of concussions, my boyfriend- now husband - started having some health issues. Understandable. You can only get hit in the head so many times, but we handled it. We did what we can. We try to be safe. We go to the appointments, he’s takes his meds. We got an alarm for the house, got the service dog for the epilepsy. We don’t take unnecessary risks so-“

Eddie cuts off with a smile that is just clenched teeth and an almost laugh that’s incredulous all the way through like he cannot believe this. He flips the camera around to show Steve hanging up Christmas lights on the outside of the house, “So why. Why is my fall-risk husband on the fucking roof.”

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#Eddie: you’re going to fall and die #Steve: then I’ll die doing what I love. having a better house than fucking Diane down the street #steve the type of guy to have an imagined rivalry with a neighbor. Diane is actually a super nice woman #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #Eddie Munson Tiktok saga

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illusioncanthurtme--art · 7 months

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A GIRL GAMER???????

I'm not even close to kidding anymore; I think drawing iz stuff is helping me draw more loosely and avoid getting burned out. I had so much fun drawing Gaz!! It was wild "designing" a character after the challenge that was zim. Features wise, she takes after dib/dad, so I was basically just playing dress up with her. And you know what? She can have a little outfit variation, as a treat. (The big skull earrings are clashing and creating all sorts of tangents with her face framing hair thingies, but OH WELL!!!)

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ellecdc · 2 months

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hello!!! i love love love ur dating regulus headcanons and i was wondering if ur down to make one with sirius 🥹🩷 maybe with a lil sprinkling of sworn enemies to reluctant friends to lovers 👀 bc reader is in slytherin and we all know how that goes……….

you just write these characters with so much love and care and so close to how they’d be and act irl!! 🩷

Oof we love some inter-house enemies to lovers - thanks so much for your sweet words and for your request! 🫶

Dating Sirius Black Headcanons: Slytherin Edition

To know Sirius Black is to know his deep distain for Slytherins.

It began as a kid when he finally took a look around at his family and thought “huh….I really don’t like any of you.” And he decided he’d like to be as different from his family as possible

Now, when you’re eleven, the options of being different than your family are limited.

One thing you can do, however? Is make sure you’re at least not a Slytherin like the rest of them.

If being ambitious, resourceful, determined, and clever … GREEN… meant being like the Black’s? No friggen thank you.

Now, again, when you’re eleven, your vision of the world is skewed. So, this meant that he believed everyone in green and silver robes were just as bad as the green and silver robes that raised him.

Including you.

Your relationship (if it can even be called that) started with Sirius Black as you were often the unfortunate victim of many Marauder pranks.

Some were relatively harmless…glitter bombs, stink bombs, charming the furniture of your common room to the ceiling, etc

Some were a little more distressing…charming your hair green, jinxing your textbooks to run away screaming every time you opened them, hexing you in the hallways

You came to accept that part of being a Slytherin was being the victim of some torment…it also meant hating the marauders

And it was so annoying because most of your house did actually deserve to be brought down a peg??? But you were literally just trying to get by so wtf.

You tried to keep your head down while also doing what you could to get back at the Marauders in your own little way

You just tried to be better than them at everything

It became a little bit of a competition between you and Sirius during shared classes

Better grades (usually you)

Who could raise their hand to answer first (Sirius)

Who could get the correct answer first (you)

Who brewed the better potions (roughly 50/50)

You weren’t about to put yourself on a broom and agree to have balls thrown at you – but you learned everything you could about quidditch through reading and became an avid cheerleader for your house team

This slowly morphed into always cheering for the competitors of whatever team Sirius was cheering for in the Quidditch World Cup

Now, Sirius is popular…especially in the dating field…he’s well aware of this, and he can’t help but admit it does beautiful things for his ego

But Sirius is not the kind of guy to appreciate a partner who is a ‘yes-man’

He doesn’t want a partner who is following at his heels all of the time

He’s not interested in a partner who thinks he’s always right and just takes his word for it

I truly believe Sirius would crave someone who would challenge him, push him to be better, someone who would teach him things instead of letting him be the smartest guy in the room

I also think he’d like someone who was kind of mean to him

“Hey L/N, couldn’t help but notice my name was above yours on the grades for last week’s assignments. Better luck next time, huh?”

“Sod off you stupid fucking wanker.”

He’d swoon a little I think

This turned into a little competition on his end to see if he could fluster you

“I didn’t know she-devils could be beautiful too, Y/N. You’re blowing my mind a little.”

“One too many bludgers to the head, Black?”

“Marauders are throwing a party in the room of requirement tonight. I usually don’t invite snakes but I’m sure we could make an exception for a pretty girl like you.”

“I’d rather choke on my own vomit.”

He’d try winking at you from across the room – he would only be spared an eyeroll.

He started making other comments, hoping to elicit at least a slight blush.

“You know, I hear you screaming at every Quidditch game. I can’t help but wonder how you’d sound screaming in my bed.”

You threw your pumpkin juice at him and left the Great Hall with a blank face.

It was infuriating - he loved it.

Unfortunately for you, because you two were matched in terms of grades for class, you were partnered up for a project

He seemed a little too joyed at the extra opportunity to try to rile you up

“Look, Black, I know you like to coast through life, but do not mess with my grades because of whatever little infatuation you have going on with me.”

He wanted to be offended that you accused him of a) coasting through life and b) being infatuated with you, but you just looked so cute glaring up at him with your little nose all crinkled.

“Yes ma’am” he said simply

You were surprised by his agreeableness, but chose not to think about it too hard lest he change his mind

You kept your eye on him though

He actually didn’t make that bad a project partner – he was relatively clever, generally knew what he was talking about, and while he couldn’t go more than twenty minutes without teasing you or hitting on you, you got your work done, and done well.

You’d been having a bad day – put simply. You woke up at four am to the Slytherin dungeons being flooded (a prank you were sure was courtesy of the Marauders).

Your entire house had to vacate the dorms whilst the professors and Filch found the leak and dried everything up

It wasn’t until nearly six o’clock that you were allowed back in the dorms – and even then, everything was damp. Then, you slept through your alarm making you miss breakfast – your uniform still felt damp no matter how much drying charms you cast on yourself throughout the day, you had bags the size of a hippogriff under your eyes, and you were exhausted

Thankfully, Sirius had the good graces not to make any comments when you rushed to the library late to meet him, and you were sure you looked like you were in a proper state

Unfortunately, Mulciber and Snape weren’t as eager to let it go

Without warning, the inkpots on your table exploded covering you and Sirius and your work in ink

“Stay out of the dungeons, Black” Mulciber sneered.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” you screeched.

Snape almost looked apologetic when he took in the state of you.

“Sorry, L/N,” Mulciber offered whilst sounding very unapologetic, “collateral damage”

“Fuck that!” you said as you stood from the table. “I’m so fucking sick of being everyone’s collateral damage. I had my room flooded this morning too, you wankers. I’ve had my hair charmed green. I’ve had my textbooks jinxed to bite me. I’ve been hexed walking down the halls. I’ve been given detention for being out of uniform because my robes and tie were charmed red and gold. All of this even though I’ve never done a thing to the Gryffindors, but I choose to ignore it because I know it’s really only meant to piss you sods off, and I’m supposed to be some proud Slytherin who doesn’t concern herself with such childish play. So, you don’t get to show up here and expect me to be understanding when you’ve just made an already shitty day 700 times shittier!”

You ignored the librarian’s shouts about detention, house points and the like as you stormed out of the library

You also missed the guilty expression that adorned Sirius’ face.

You ignored and avoided Sirius and his stupid puppy dog eyes for a week after that. You redid all of your work that had been ruined that day in the library, handed it to Sirius and said “proofread it and edit it if you want, otherwise, hand it in and we’re done” before walking away again.

He tried sending you notes in class which you crumbled and threw back at him

You stopped trying to best him – no more grade comparisons, no more races to answer questions first, no more challenges to brew the best potion. None of it

If he thought of you as a heartless, emotionless Slytherin, then that’s what you’d be.

He stopped trying to get your attention after a while

You noticed that the Marauder’s stopped targeting Slytherin as a whole

You couldn’t really bring yourself to be thankful for it

They still pranked Mulciber, Snape, Malfoy, and the likes, however, which you were thankful for

Until…

“L/N throws a fit and suddenly, Slytherins are left alone except for us. Tell me, did you tell your little blood-traitor boyfriend to lay off your friends?” Avery sneered condescendingly as you sat near the fountain in the transfiguration courtyard

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the lot of them

“pfft, hanging out with the likes of blood-traitors, next thing you know she’ll be whoring herself out to the likes of a filthy mudblood”

That you couldn’t ignore.

You saw red and, without thinking, launched yourself at Mulciber, both of you ending up in the water

Your fists seemed to have a mind of their own as they met the boy’s face over and over and over again

You felt your jaw click as his elbow met the side of your face and then the back of his hand struck you from the other side as he fought to get up from underneath you

You were both hauled out of the fountain by Hagrid, who was accompanied by Filch, and brought to detention

Unfortunately for you, Professor McGonagall was already hosting detention in the Transfiguration classroom – a few students plus the Marauders were sat quietly with quills and parchment in front of them when the squib caretaker pushed the door open, and the half-giant walked in with a sopping wet and bloody student in each hand.

“Caught these two fight’n, miss” he told her

“Oh, for goodness-” she started as she stood and came to inspect the two new arrivals.

“Mulciber, to the infirmary. Miss L/N-”

“I’m fine.” You spat, cutting the matron off.

“You should have your wounds seen to, young lady.” She admonished.

“I’m fine. Are you going to give me detention or not?”

The professor grimaced but pointed you to an empty desk where a quill and parchment materialized. “you’re to write a foot worth of parchment about why what you did was wrong. Once you’re done, you’re to sit quietly until I dismiss you.”

You took your seat but made no motion to grab your quill or parchment

“Miss. L/N, start your parchment.”

“I can’t, professor.”

Every detentionee turned to look at you – save Sirius who already had his eyes glued to you from the second you had walked in – as the professor “begged her pardon”

“The way I see it, I didn’t do anything wrong.” You said simply.

“You didn’t do anything wrong?” She repeated incredulously

“Nope. I think people who call women whore’s or use the term mudblood ought to have their teeth punched in.”

Sirius bit back a surprised snort at your response as he tried to ignore the warm feeling erupting in his chest

“Fine, Miss. L/N. You will sit their quietly until I dismiss you. Are you sure you don’t need to see Madame Pomfrey?”

You wiped at the blood from the corner of your lip with your equally bloodied hands. “positive”

Sirius was smitten

All of a sudden, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were? How lovely your voice sounded? And were you always so brilliant at everything you do?

He was even astounded by how gracefully you buttered your toast

Get a fucking grip, Black

I believe, to everyone’s absolutely shock, the cocky, playboy, Casanova Sirius became so unbelievably enamoured with you, he was so afraid to say anything to upset you/scare you away

But he wasn’t going to let you go

You still weren’t speaking to him, but you were no longer glaring at him – so this was a start

Every night you’d go to bed and there’d be a little tear-drop shaped chocolate on your pillow. You have no idea how it got there, who put it there, or even what a Hershey’s was.

And you knew better than to trust suspicious things found around the castle

So, you placed it in a jar on your bedside table and went about your life

A tear shaped chocolate was on your pillow every night for the rest of the week (until the end of school, quite frankly)

None of your dorm mates had any clue where they were coming from

Flowers were delivered to you every morning with the owl post. Not bouquets – but singular flowers

By the time you had a jar full of those Hershey thingies and a full vase of flowers, a note was delivered with a familiar scrawl: meet me in the Astronomy tower tonight at 8

Now, Black had been on his best behaviour lately – but you knew better than to show up with your guard down

Sirius waited on the astronomy tower lookout, chain smoking, taking on and off his leather jacket as he was concerned he looked “too much like a tool” as Remus put it, hoping by all the gods you would actually show

“Alright, what’s the deal, Black? Gonna throw me off the lookout? Put a spider down my shirt? Is there a bucket of slime somewhere?”

Sirius’ heart nearly stopped at the sound of your voice, and then he barked a laugh when he saw you standing there in dueling stance with your wand aimed at him

“First of all, why would I throw you off the tower? Second of all, those are amateur pranks, I think I’ve earned a better reputation than that.”

You seemed to consider that as you lowered your wand but continued to look around skeptically “We’ll see…”

“Did you like the kisses?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sirius laughed

“The chocolates? They’re called Hershey’s kisses”

“That was you?”

“Uh huh, and the flowers”

“Why?”

Sirius smirked at you “for being so smart, you’re kind of dumb.”

“Sod off.”

“I fancy you, L/N.”

You stared at him in bewilderment “why?”

“Why?

“Why.”

“Let’s see. You’re the smartest witch I know. You put in me in my place every second sentence you speak. You’re talented, you’re stunning, I found out you attacked a man almost twice your size and won because he was a misogynistic racist and then refused to apologize for it, and because…you’re right.”

“I’m right about a lot of things, Black; you’re gonna have to be more specific”

“I was prejudiced too. My family was hateful and Slytherin, so I spent my life assuming all Slytherin’s were hateful; I know now that those words are not synonymous. And I took that out on the lot of you – you didn’t deserve that.”

Was Sirius Black admitting that he was 1) wrong, 2) taking responsibility and 3) declaring his feelings for you?

“You’re brilliant. I just thought you should know.” he said at your silence

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you want, I suppose. Preferably give me a chance.”

“A chance to what?”

“To be yours.”

You said you’d “think about it” but to Sirius, you may as well have given him a resounding yes. He whooped and swept you up in a hug. He placed you back onto your feet and looked between your eyes and your mouth – a silent question.

In for a penny, in for a pound – am I right?

That was followed by a lot more kisses – chocolate and affectionate in kind

Sirius absolutely made some grand announcement in the Great Hall to establish that you were officially “thinking about” being his girlfriend so…. everyone can just do with that information what they will

You were horrified

You sent a stinging jinx at him for it

Definitely following around like a puppy who’s just so damn excited to see it’s owner

“What shops are we hitting at Hogsmeade first?”

“I didn’t realize we were going to Hogsmeade together?” you asked incredulously

Sirius scoffed as if you said something ridiculous. “’Course we are babe.” Which he accentuated by smacking a kiss on your cheek

The kind to buy you everything you even look at in the store

“Come on babe, I saw you eyeing that book; of course I bought it for you!”

You started going to Quidditch games even when Slytherin wasn’t playing

You refused to show up wearing a red scarf

Your green scarf was charmed red once you were stuck in the stands

How your relationship first began with Sirius Black back in your first year became a foundation of your relationship going forward

You spent the rest of your lives pranking, jinxing, and charming each other

#sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #dating Sirius black headcanons #sirius black headcanon #marauders au #marauders era #ask elle #reader insert #self insert #slytherin #gryffindor #inter-house rivalry #enemies to lovers #ellecdc fics

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sketchz · 6 months

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molly and anne!

#I wish I rendered them but poses r hard ;-;#I think they'd be good friends!#Can you imagine? Anne roping Molly into various wacky adventures in Amphibia?#also at first glance they're really different to each other #Molly is physically weak and malnourished #While Anne is athletically talented and.. not. malnourished #Molly is quiet and reserved #While Anne is outgoing and outspoken #Molly's observant and smart #While Anne's a bit dense and a bit of a dumbass #But at the end of the day #They are both self sacrificial kids shouldering too many responsibilities and burdens alone #I imagine Anne immediately personally cooked a few meals for her after hearing about her home situation #....would Sprig and Molly gain a bit of a rivalry?#Might explore ideas later or never #epithet erased #amphibia #molly blyndeff #anne boonchuy #sketchz's stuff

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ifindus · 2 months

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We did not in fact win that race.

The World Championship in Biathlon 2024 just finished up today! Congrats to France for being the best nation, Norway for getting the most medals, and Sweden for taking their first ever gold medal in a biathlon world championship 🥳✨

Sometimes the Norwegian commentators just say something so weird I need to draw it

#hetalia #ibu!talia #aph norway #aph sweden #hws norway #hws sweden #söta bror #Sweden is the only country we can bond over winter sports with in the Nordics #occasionally Finland as well #but it's something different when we just interview swedes and we can talk Norwegian/Swedish with each other #and also the rivalry #it is so intense #in cross-country the Swedes made a fake horror movie clip where the monster was one of the Norwegian athletes #I haven't watched it - but apparently it was in veeeery bad taste #I imagine both Norway and Sweden go to these winter sport events together and at the end of it they can't stand to even be in the same room #ahhhh I missed doing these comics - I should do more of them in the future #and we do love some söta bror shit

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Something something, Bruce accidentally keeps adopting his friends' wards. It doesn't sit well with his kids.

Diana's been training Yara for a little over a year. She's scrappy, brave, and unafraid to stand up for herself against the world. She reminds Bruce of a dearly beloved Ghost, and even dearer son.

" Oh wow. You're, uh. You're Batman. Love your work. I mean, Princess Di says you should take it easier since mortals don't fight gods, but it's so cool to me that you do. My mom died too! ...Sorry. Can you sign my pegasus?"

"...For?"

" Jerry. I mean, -- Yara! Sorry."

" Meeting new people isn't exactly my forte. It's fine. Is my training plan working for you? We can adjust it together."

"Oh! Well, I have some cool ideas,-"

For some, emotion gets lost when it comes to Batman. They see a wall of stone and tragedy, nothing beyond a twitch of lips reminding them there's a man wearing the cowl, not the other way around.

Dick's mouth is hanging open as he watches the blank expression on Bruce's face, patient with the excitable rambling in front of him. He rarely looks so happy on patrol.

"He smiled at her!"

Damian is very stubborn. He just won't accept it. Not even with the evidence of Diana's student taking a stream of selfies with his Baba, where he even smiles in one of them!

" Don't be ridiculous, Grayson. That's reaching a new low of stupid, even for you."

" Okay, one. I'm a very capable detective who thought YOU the robin ways. If I'm an idiot, you're an idiot."

" ...TT."

" Second... It wouldn't hurt to be home more often. I think he's lonely."

Damian frowns, " Baba deserves better than pity scraps. And you deserve better than forcing yourself to be here when you're not ready. It's unfair to you both."

"...Maybe I'm not an idiot after all."

The real challenge? The superboys.

"It's not that serious, Dames."

" Not that serious?!" Damian hisses when he's sad, it's a well known fact, " He put MY stickers on your bandages. You don't even NEED bandages!"

Jon shrugs, maybe, perhaps, intentionally flaunting the pink dragon stickers on his wrist. Accepting to arm wrestle Cass had been a bad idea, " It's a nice gesture."

Damian points a finger at him, then calms himself with a hollow breath, " I'm going to walk away. My therapist would be extremely proud of me."

But the bets were off when Jason visited.

"...What's your boy toy doing in my room?"

Tim drags a hand over his face as Kon whistles a marry tune, lounged comfortably on Jason's bed like a spoiled cat, " Dad Invited him over for dinner."

" I just figured it'd be nice to settle in! Since I'll be moving in soon and all," Kon smiles very smugly, " Bruce needs someone around since you just hate being here so much. You don't mind, right?"

" You know," Tim figures he should at least try to stop the slaughter, " I think Alfred's cookies are done. Let's go check."

Jason's radiating murder, " I think it's time for you to go home."

" Oh, I'd really love to see you make me."

Tim discovers Kon is immune to bullets, but not to being crashed through a wall.

#yara flor #bruce wayne #batman #batdad #damian wayne #jon kent #conner kent #GIVE ME JASON AND KON RIVALRY #yara 🤝 kon 🤝 jon - steal your dad club #dick grayson #batfamily #protective batfamily #text #writing #dc #dc comics #dc imagines

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gingebreadbeetle · 3 months

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Hey guys it’s me again lamenting the enemies to lovers Cherri bomb and sir Pentious. Imagine if we had a well written show where we got actual aromantic Sir Pentious and he realizes he likes Cherri bomb because she’s the only consistent force against his antics that he enjoys having banter with.

Imagine in a well written show he joins the hotel not just to stir and cause shit but to befriend HER friend ( Angel dust ) so he can not only learn her weaknesses but the things she enjoys for more entertaining fights

Imagine instead of kissing her with out her consent and then dying as the climax of their relationship we got a slow burn where Sir Pentious and Cherri bombs love is expressed through trust and loyalty ( because snakes can’t feel ‘love’) and that forces Cherri bomb to come to terms with her own conflicts about her previous life and death because of her father.

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #anti vivziepop #anti spindlehorse #least critical viv post I’ve made #no but seriously #SIR PEN BEING AROMANTIC JUSTICE #not because he’s a villian or based of a snake #but it’s an actual source of conflict in his character #like fr imagine how lonely his previous life could’ve been that he created the egg boys in hell #which is why his rivalry with Cherri bomb matters to him #imagine if through showing trust and loyalty to each other THATS how Pen and Cherri get redeemed #sir pentious #hazbin hotel cherri bomb

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thecryptidart1st · 8 months

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i just started following u

can you talk about your version of henry please he's my blorbo

Here's some fun facts about Henry in the Soldered Wires AU (in order of least to most unhinged):

1) Henry and William often spent their free nights at the local disco club. The duo worked listening to the entire discography of ABBA

2) Henry has had a curiousity with how technology works. As a result, if new technology enters the Emily household, there would be a high chance Henry would've disassembled it in an hour (Likely a sign of neurodivergency in his side of the family)

3) As a result, Henry is a savant in repuposing tech to fit his needs (for better or for worse)

4) There is a good reason why Bon's Burgers never made it past the Rocky Mountains.

5) There was one argument that has not been resolved between Henry and William:

Bonus:

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #soldered wires #soldered wires au #henry emily #william afton #wilry #sammy emily #mrs. emily #charlie emily #michael afton #the walten files #jack walten #felix kranken #bon's burgers #bonus fact: henry is far sighted #so he wears his glasses only when he's working #if sammike is queen wilry is ABBA and ive been imagining a whole anthology music video series about will and henry's love life #fredbear's family diner was in rivalry with bon's burgers in this AU #lot of tension between the four founders at the annual animatronic convention #there may or may not have been a fist fight between two animatronic rabbits in a parking lot at some point #as much as gregory took after william #i'd like to think that gregory took as much from henry too #so i think gregory's coding skills and disregard for security protocols came from henry #but yeah seriously #the fingers #ive thought about it before #and now with the fnaf 4 book confirmation #its very telling who was in charge of certain animatronics #answering asks

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ace-o-hearts · 18 days

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something about the rat grinders having an “established beef” with the bad kids for years and the bad kids only finding out now. something about riz’s name being in kipperlilly’s file since day one. something about this BEING GLOSSED OVER EVERY TIME.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #it’s so funny they’ve had this unrequited rivalry #imagine having beef with a group of teenagers who literally didn’t know you existed #and now they keep getting your name wrong #how charmed everyone is by the fact that you don’t care #fantasy high junior year

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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Okay, random question but in the panel where Lan Zhan & Wei Ying are riding side by side, why is Alan Zhan’s horse sad? Is Little Apple bullying him? :(

PS: I check in daily for your posts, OBSESSED 😭

Alan Zhan (patron saint of when the substitute professor gets your name wrong).

#poorly drawn mdzs #ask #MDZS #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs au #I was going to give a serious answer but then I saw Alan Lan #I gotta warn you all; if it was not already evident - I am the biggest instigator of 'typo in the group chat' hazing #be warned (affectionate (non-threatening (a little threatening)))#Shout out to everyone with a non-western standard name who went to a western school and had their name constantly butchered #shout out to everyone who goes by/went by a nickname because 'people don't mess it up'#I *see* you. May you find Solstice in St. Alan Zhan's arms #whether wwx snuck into the class early to change the attendance sheet is is innocent is up to your interpretation #he's just enjoying the class president (and his academic rival) lose his cool #i dont have a ton of modern au thoughts but I do love the teen era dynamic of ‘smart class clown and smart nephew of headmaster’ rivalry #idk how it was at other people’s schools but the viciousness of being in the top 5 in class was a bloodbath at mine #The *Drama* between top students was wild. Validictorian selection was basically done at knife point #anyways; who’s writing teen wangxian modern AU where they are rivals for the valedictorian spot?#getting to know each other just to win but then actually enjoying the tome spent together #they both need to win and be the best sooooo bad; I cant imagine such a story ends well #wow we got far from Alan Zhan in the tags #Thank you for your on going support! I hope you don't mind me teasing you a bit like this tumblr user deathoverdignity #comic proper resumes tomorrow!

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sillypiratelife · 4 months

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What was the deal with the scene of Sanji and Zoro washing and drying the dishes side by side and Sanji wouldn't stop saying Zoro's name ...

#I think that was right before their petty rivalry started #is it my imagination or their fights actually started after that moment?#here it is Zoro take this one Zoro here Zoro Zoro #meanwhile Zoro was completely clueless about why Sanji wouldn't just pass him the dishes in silence #funniest part is that right after that something happened and Sanji ended up all over Zoro as they felt #and Zoro was like WHAT STAND UP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! and Sanji was like IT'S NOT LIKE I PLANNED THIS I WAS FALLING IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!!!#anyway what's the deal with them #shan blogs about one piece!#I guess it can be interpreted as zosan so...#zosan

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thegridgoddess · 1 year

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Prove It | Charles Leclerc Pt. 4

One Shot | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Next chapter

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x fem! wolff! driver oc

Summary: Charles has a new teammate, but just because she's pretty doesn't mean he's gonna make things easy for her.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angsty Charles, slow burn till it hits you in the face. Piningggg. George Russell best friend and ultimate mom energy, Lando Norris sibling energy, Pierre Gasly.... you'll find out about him, and Toto Wolff kinda sucks here (not a good dad!). Also did I mention the angst? A bit of an instagram au today!

A/N: I'm so sorry for the late upload😭 It has been a chaotic week to say the least (my phone got ran over by a BUS! She's roadkill now💀). Anyway, I hope you all still enjoy this shorter chapter.

Word Count: 1.9k

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Another country, another race. Charles was ready to do his best in Baku this time–he always did well here. He and Riley finished decently well in the last two races. Jeddah and Melbourne were a blur–and not just because he started tagging along with Riley to different clubs more often than not. He told himself he was there to hang out with Pierre, who suddenly wanted nothing more than to hang by Riley’s side. That or to spend more time with Lando and George, his other friends on the paddock who were conjoined to Riley’s hip.

Charles was slowly making his way onto podiums, and he knew this weekend would for sure lock it in. Nothing would deter him from the pole position he was almost growing so used to from the track. He even proved it in the free practice, setting one of the fastest times he was sure to beat in qualifying. Even Riley was still 0.806/s off from him.

He watched her now as she conversed with the engineers in the garage. The Ferrari team had a good vibe today, and it seemed that Riley was at the center of it all. She laughed at something one of the engineers said, throwing her head back and her hair cascading behind her. Charles couldn’t deny that when Riley was in a good mood, everything just felt lighter in the garage. The pressure eased a little. There was something different about her, but it might just be that she was finally growing comfortable with the team. And knowing Riley, she was probably more comfortable with the engineers than the other drivers she found so intimidating.

As Charles expected, pole position was his for the taking. Not even Max or Checo, his assumed rivals, could match his pace. He was in a league of his own. What he wasn’t anticipating though, was Riley to exceed her practice times and find herself starting in fourth for the race on Sunday. She’d done well the past two races, sure, but this put the podium well within her reach if she could get around Max and Checo ahead of her, and fend off her best mate, George, from behind.

Charles was warming up to her sooner than he’d expected. He wanted to dislike her more, but he found that he couldn’t. Not when he knew he was wrong about her. That she wasn’t spoiled or privileged. If anything, she’d probably had to work harder than him just to get her foot in the door without the same monetary means as him.

Seeing her in the garage was like a little spot of sunshine in his normally formulaic days. He wanted to congratulate her on her excellent finish now. He breezed through his interviews and knocked on the door to her driver’s room. Laughter emanated from within.

Riley cracked open the door, already stripped of her racing suit, hair a wild sweaty mess behind her. She already had a smile plastered on her face and faltered only slightly at the sight of Charles at her doorstep.

“Charles! I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon after finishing up out there,” she said. “You did awesome. That last lap of yours was killer.”

The words were more encouraging and direct than he was used to. Pierre certainly wouldn’t flatter him so blatantly–not if his own pride had anything to say about it. It was a nice change of pace. She was a nice change…

“I wanted to congratulate you as well. You’re making your way up in the time rankings,” he said. She brightened at his compliment. “I’m sure George is proud just as he is annoyed,” he laughed. “Is that what he’s chewing you up about now?”

“What?” Riley asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “George isn’t here,” she cracked her door open wider and Charles saw Pierre sitting in the room. Pierre. Alone with Riley, laughing and being sweaty in their undersuit garments. And Charles knew the look on his friend’s face well. The one that said: get out please for the love of god.

Pierre who was so eager to be around Riley recently.

Charles should have known it would turn out this way. It always did for Pierre. He didn’t let the disappointment he didn’t know he felt reflect on his face

“Oh, right then. I’ll let you get back to it,” Charles said, faking a kind smile. “I have more media duties to do anyway.”

“Such is the life of a pole sitter,” Riley joked. “See you, Charles.” She gave a wave and Charles nodded in return. The door shut and instantly his ears picked up on the hush murmurs between Riley and Pierre.

He shut the door to his own adjacent driver's room as quietly as possible, not wanting the other two to realize he lied about having more media duties for the day. He needed time to think. He never cared about Pierre’s escapades. The man got with more women than should have been legally allowed. Why should it bother him that Riley was just a new name to that list?

Sleep found him quickly and dreams he couldn’t ward off not long after.

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“Do you think he knows?” Riley asked.

“If you want me to be honest, yeah, probably. Charles knows me better than anyone.” Pierre responded.

“I guess it’s fine anyway. It’s not like this is anything serious,” she said with a sigh. When the Frenchman came on to her one of these past nights out, Riley realized that she didn’t mind the feeling all that much. She could do this. She wasn’t under the grip of her father’s control, nor should his words affect anything she does in life. This was her life to live and it was time she stopped listening to the words of Toto Wolff.

Pierre was nice enough and that was good enough for Riley. She wouldn’t deny that she found him attractive, to say the least. She could do worse. But most of all, she just wanted to have fun. The nights she went out with the guys she felt like she finally found the friends that she’d been missing her whole life. It fixed a part of her she didn’t know was in need of repair.

It shouldn’t bother her that Charles had noticed something between them. His opinion was one she should care least about. Maybe it bothered her because she hadn’t come clean to George or Lando yet. Yeah, that was it. She didn’t keep much from George, and Lando had quickly found himself in a similar position in her life. Why hadn’t she told them yet? This was something else plaguing her.

“Oh not that serious you say?” Pierre chuckled as he pulled Riley down onto his lap. “I guess I’ll just have to change your mind.”

He placed a kiss on her lips and eased away at her tension as she forgot about all of her worries.

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Charles couldn’t focus. He was more jittery than usual before a race. It wasn’t like him to be this worked up, especially when he was sitting pretty on pole position. He should be enthusiastic about his prospects and the chance of a good win.

Instead, his mind was on her. Riley Wolff was a mystery to Charles, and he just wanted to know more. He knew it wasn’t fair with how he had treated her, but he regretted it now.

It bothered him. Maybe because it was Pierre or maybe because he was just starting to get on good terms with Riley and here she was messing with his best friend. And Pierre was not the kind of guy he’d recommend for her or anyone really for that matter. He could already see it playing out now. Pierre’s explosive energy in relationships quickly burns out. Boredom strikes before love ever have a chance.

These were all things he thought of as he met corner after corner in the streets of Baku. In a track like this, he didn’t think it was possible to have your mind on anything else, yet here he was, defying all odds. He managed to get a good start, away from Max to his rear, so he had nothing to pay attention to besides the fast corners and managing his tires in the extreme heat.

The race was a blur. From the start, to the pit, to the finish line it was all just a stream of consciousness until he stood tall on the podium. It had been too long since the Monegasque anthem played on the speakers. He plastered a cheerful smile on his face as confetti blasted and celebrations ensued.

Charles was surprised to look to his left and see Riley standing there on the podium by his side. She must have gotten past Checo at some point. It was impressive if only for the fact that Checo did ridiculously well on street circuits and it’s already so hard to pass in them.

He didn’t hesitate to spray her with the champagne, soaking her entirely with the drink. Her hair matted to her skin and she smiled brighter than Charles had ever witnessed before. This was how things should be–Ferrari double podiums, of course.

Up on the podium with so much joy in the air, Charles couldn’t help but give her a congratulatory hug for her first podium. He wanted to change the narrative between them. And when he noticed a piece of white confetti lodged within the locks of her hair, he drew it out.

She looked up at him blinking. The smile she wore so carefreely earlier, was replaced with a look of wonder. He wouldn’t think too much of it.

He shouldn’t have thought anything of it. Because later, he caught sight of Riley and Pierre behind the Ferrari motorhome and just seeing the two near each other lit something within Charles that he couldn’t quite put a name to. They were probably having a simple, innocent conversation, but for some reason, this upset Charles.

None of it mattered. He wanted to put all of this out of his head and focus on winning the next races. He’d be at his home race soon enough. He was done thinking of Riley Wolff.

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“Your friend is acting strange,” Riley told Pierre. She was still sticky from the champagne bath and she couldn’t wait to go to the hotel and shower.

“Don’t pay him any mind,” Pierre said, brushing off her comment. He was looking for more kisses to share.

“Fine,” Riley said begrudgingly, giving in to Pierre’s wishes. But it didn’t feel right and she couldn’t stop thinking about how pained Charles looked up on the podium. She wouldn’t admit how light it made her feel when Charles reached for her. That he cared enough to pick the confetti out of her hair, and even more so, to be excited about her first podium with her.

She had yet to receive a congratulatory message from Toto and she wasn’t sure that she would receive one any time soon. It was fine with her, but she hoped the media wouldn’t press too much on the matter. They always made things more awkward in her already strained relationship with her father.

She stopped kissing Pierre, realizing how far her mind had gone and just how little she was interested in engaging in the action at the moment. “How about we see what the other guys are doing and we go out and have some fun?”

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Charlesbestie16 Omg did you guys see the way Charles was with Riley on podium today👀🤭

Rileystan4 I definitely peeped that. Do we think something is going on between them??

Hamiltonz.fan Bfr everyone knows Wolff is only here cuz of her dad anyway

Russellterrier Why can’t Mercedes fans be nice to her for once😫George wouldn’t be friends with her if she was a talentless nepobaby

Hamiltonz.fan He probably has to be friends with her if he wants to keep his job

Rileystan4 everyone knows they became friends at Williams🙄

landonorris no one can take Riley from me😩

Charlesbestie16 sorry king, continue with the best friendship on the paddock🫡

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Seasonal ski instructor/mountaineer Sanji working for a resort is on a nice off-piste outing by himself, basking in the sun refracting off the fresh fallen snow and through the tall pine trees, when he gets called because apparently a directionally challenged customer got really lost around his area and he should look for him. (Zoro. its Zoro)

Grumbling, Sanji removes the rackets he put on to hike up the mountain and snaps on his skis to go down and look for signs of a person (how could someone even get off-piste on ACCIDENT? It’s not possible you’d have to be purposefully trying to get away from the neatly delineated track ?? It would take EFFORT to go off piste into the forested areas)

Zoro doesn’t understand how his friends got lost on this beautiful piste- they seem to have disappeared and suddenly he was all alone out here, with way more trees towering over him than before . Well- more peace and quiet and enjoyment for himself, he thinks. Less people to slalom around and avoid, and more piece and quiet and fresh mountain air for him to enjoy with his solitude.

But then he hears someone behind him calling out and turns around to see a skier in a sleek blue jumpsuit. The person seems really angry at him for some reason. Weirdo.

He keeps on snowboarding a little more but the guy catches up to him and cuts him dry by stopping his skis right in front of him.

Glaring at the skis, his eye means to see who the asshole who stopped him is but he doesn’t make it there immediately. No, instead it slowly trails up long, long legs that the jumpsuit somehow wrap around tightly in a way that makes his throat a bit dry. He realises he’s been starting a bit too long so he snaps his gaze up and is met with soft, messy blonde curls being freed from a hat and googles and a red, scowling face. Cute. There’s still some red lines marked into his skin when the accessory was digging in just seconds ago.

He doesn’t know what he’s done to get this man’s attention, but he unfortunately knows he likes em’ kind of like this…a little flushed and combative.

After some wrangling and bickering Sanji drags this oddly muscular and attractive customer (and of course it was a fucking snowboarder. Always think they’re so cool and above the rules, don’t they?) back to the resort where a worried group of 20-somethings thank him for finding their idiot friend. A really beautiful red-headed woman tells him he should join them at a party later so her friend-Zoro? Can buy him a drink as thanks- and what a weird thing to offer up for someone else (especially considering the man’s protests at the idea) but he can’t say no to a face like that and a free drink, so he politely agrees to pass by.

The curly blonde- Sanji, Nami tells him, does end up passing by so Zoro makes good on his promise and asks him what he wants to drink. Unsurprisingly the prissy dude orders an equally prissy drink with some complicated liquor name in it- but Zoro quickly learns he doesn’t mind too much, because the man turns out to be the biggest lightweight after drinking just a couple of them, and highly entertaining when drunk. Their banter at their booth quickly devolves into an argument about skis va snowboards. (Snowboards are obviously cooler and better, duh)

Soon enough Zoro watches Sanji join the dance floor, elegant limbs moving to the thrumming beat of the bass, curly blonde strands of hair sticking to his sweaty face and neck, and he finds himself fantasizing about getting his hands on those hips and his tongue on that skin and getting those lips making soft noises in his ear- he gets to his feet, unconsciously deciding to join the tempting man- he spots Nami looking at him in surprise, then quick, smug recognition when she sees where he’s heading.

The next morning Sanji doesn’t remember much, but knows that despite the hungover he’s nursing he needs to go teach his beginner ski class. He’s lucky is the adult one and not the children’s one today, so he can count on the comfort of fawning over a group of middle aged women for the day.

But god has other plans for him apparently. Or rather, a certain mosshead who he knows can hold his own very well on his snowboard. Is he there to mock him? Annoy him? Discredit him in front of students?

Zoro joins the beginner ski class, hoping to get more interactions and opportunities to flirt with this absolute beauty of a man that he didn’t get nearly enough kisses from the previous night.

#why yes im inspired by all the snow we’ve been getting #and why yes I have limited knowledge on skiing and ski resorts #but I’ve always imagined skiers and snowboarders have some kind of rivalry going on?#zosan #zoro x sanji #Zosan fic idea #sanzo #zosanzo #I just LOVE the idea of zoro struggling with his skis #Sanji having to show him how #holding him #and all the ladies being like oh my #Zosan ski au #as always this is just me rambling #just a draft

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