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[zeroducks-2]

This is quite random sorry but has Dick ever acknowledge (or as close to it) that a lot of things that Bruce did to him are abusive? (this is for a fic I’m trying to write)

Yes and no!

Dick knows Bruce is an assholes and WILL yell at him to stop being an asshole, or at least he used to. Dick would call him out on his BS and wouldn't let him get away with a lot of things, but this was once upon a time, before they rebooted everything and erased decades of character development. The closest he gets to that post reboot is after Forever Evil - everyone thinks Dick is dead, and Bruce wants people to keep thinking that, hence he forces Dick to join Spiral and become Agent 37.

Dick is, as you can imagine, not thrilled. He yells and fights and Bruce beats the everloving shit out of him in a very upsetting sequence, where Dick is half naked and Bruce is wearing most of his gear while he keeps hitting him to the point of leaving him bleeding on the floor of the Batcave.

Dick begs and tries to appeal to everything he can including the "things can never be the same between us after this", to which Bruce essentially replies that it's a sacrifice he's willing to make. Ha. I say that this is especially upsetting because Dick went through a horribly traumatic experience during the events of Forever Evil, in which among other things he was tortured by Thomas Wayne Jr AKA Owlman, who wanted to turn Dick into his own sidekick after losing his Talon. The way Bruce beats and humiliates Dick is drawn in a way which creates a clear parallel between Thomas and Bruce's actions towards Dick, in a way that suggests they're "not that different after all", but this narratively goes nowhere and I don't get why they fuck they even came up with that. But anyway.

All of this gets forgotten soon enough. Despite his own warnings Dick forgives Bruce after a very short time, pines for home and tries to communicate with Bruce in any way he can because he "misses his dad", which to be honest made my guts churn and my bile rise after Bruce nearly beat him comatose. Essentially the story forgets Bruce did all of that and so does Dick, but for the brief time Dick was allowed to be aware of it and angry about it, he was indeed aware that he was being abused even if he never used the word abuse.

This is the case for lots of stories in which similar instances happen, as I mentioned before especially pre-reboot. Dick does call Bruce out on his bullshit - especially if Bruce is being an abusive asshole to someone else, since Dick is way more prone to defend other people than he is to defend himself, like here

or here

But despite being obviously aware that there are issues in the way Bruce does things, to put it mildly, he never uses the word "abuse" (which is sort of a prohibited word for DC standards, kind of like "rape". They're way more likely to say non consensual than rape because it's a less upsetting word apparently).

There is an instance of this post reboot, and it's during a conversation Dick has with Tim. I believe it happens in the Pride comics of 2022, but I don't have the panels on hand at the moment. Basically Tim asks for advice on how to please Bruce, being the man demanding and prone to bad moods, and Dick flat out replies "I spent a very big part of my life trying to please him, and I left when I realized it was impossible" which to me is so interesting since it's the textbook reaction of a former Golden Child who fell from grace and became a Scapegoat (please note that tumblr's definition of Golden Child is completely arbitrary; golden child doesn't mean "good kid", it means a child who the parent holds to the highest standards, on which there are the biggest expectations and the strongest pressure regarding everything the child does. Sometimes a parent lives vicariously through them and perceives them as an extension of themselves, but not necessarily. If you watched Encanto, Isabella is the Golden Child of the family).

Something similar happens during Nightwing's run from the 90s.

Dick lives in Bludhaven and at this point he's gone essentially no-contact with Bruce. Tim, being the new Golden Child, is trying to reel Dick back into the toxic dynamic because he genuinely thinks it's going to be good for both Dick and Bruce.

I'm pointing this out not to fault Tim in any way, he's just a kid what does he know, but to show you that indeed yes, Dick is aware that he's been abused otherwise he wouldn't have left, he wouldn't be on a no talking basis with his parental figure, and he wouldn't reply to Tim that he spent so much time of his life deluding himself into thinking that Batman actually needed him. Of course this also goes nowhere and their relationship isn't allowed to grow or heal (things are just conveniently forgotten after a while), but as I mentioned, Dick knows what's up.

That being said, I believe it's also worth noting that many many times Bruce abuses the fuck out of Dick and Dick doesn't really acknowledge it, just takes it. Sometimes he doesn't have the spoons to fight back, sometimes he thinks he deserves it, sometimes he just doesn't know how to react because Bruce strikes like an unprovoked viper (this happens especially when Dick was still a kid but already a Titan). A very good example of this is what happens after Jason's death.

Bruce doesn't tell Dick that Jason died. When Alfred offers to let him know, Bruce says "I will handle it", and he doesn't. Then there's Jason's funeral and Bruce doesn't tell Dick about it, again Alfred offers to inform him, Bruce says he will handle it. He doesn't.

Eventually Dick finds out for collateral reasons and has an emotional breakdown in front of the other Titans, which are powerless to help him. For reference, this is how he reacts when he has definitive proof that the boy is undoubtedly gone, if there was any doubt that Dick did care about Jason.

So Dick goes to the grave with Kory but then decided to confront Bruce alone, and Bruce, in the abusive feat of the century, blames Dick for not having showed up to Jason's funeral, despite having refused to 1: tell him about Jason's death AT ALL, and 2: refused TWICE when Alfred very gently suggested to inform Dick.

Dick of course argues that he didn't know anything, and so Bruce reacts by gaslighting him, telling him they he never cared about Jason and in fact he was angry that Bruce adopted Jason and not him. Which is not true, Dick just wanted to know WHY Bruce adopted Jason and hot him. Oh and also punches him in the face when Dick tries to argue that Jason was an untrained kid. Please note that when all of this happens, Dick is hurt and can barely stand on his feet, having one of his legs in a cast.

Cherry on top, Bruce explicitly saying that he never should have had a partner and never will again, essentially "our partnership up to this point meant nothing".

In this instance Dick is too neck-deep in his own self guilt to see that he's been through a sequence of extremely abusive behavior, and never really faults Bruce for that, using the easy-coming rationalization that Bruce was in pain, suffering for Jason's death, couldn't see reason etc etc (quick PSA: someone suffering isn't entitled to abuse and gaslight anyone. And even if we really want to enable Bruce cut Bruce some slack because he was grieving, it doesn't make his behavior any less abusive. Regardless of the reasons why, the way he acts here is very damaging towards Dick who in turn did nothing to deserve it, and is grieving Jason too).

See, the problem with Dick and Bruce is the sysyphean nature of comicbooks. Dick is doomed to be the original Golden Child who falls from grace, becomes the Scapegoat, but ultimately can never be completely free of the clutches of the relationship he has and had with Bruce, for better or worse. And since he can't ever truly get out and can't ever completely be independent, the abuse end up getting downplayed. If Dick never truly gets away from Bruce it's because it's not that bad, isn't it? Nay, it's because Dick cant. He is quite literally not allowed to, same as Bruce is not allowed to truly grow from his mistakes and learn to treat his former partner, sort-of-child and dear friend with the respect and love he actually feels for him, because despite all of this and because this is fiction, Bruce does love Dick more than it can be put into words and would set the world on fire for him. But, alas, he also is doomed to keep treating Dick like shit and never really learn from his mistakes.

So again, the answer to your question is yes and no. Dick is aware of how much of a difficult person Bruce is. He's aware of the domineering aspects of his personality. But he will ultimately brush it off in the name of the good that there is and there was between them, and he will keep answering Batman's call every time, because he's not allowed to ever truly grow apart from him. It doesn't matter how much he gets angry and how much Bruce hurts him, they're indissolubly tied in this dynamic and unless there is a huge shift in the way DC execs handle things, I don't see how this dynamic can change in the foreseeable future. Sadly enough, because I'd really like to see something new.

#long post #I tried to be as exhaustive as I can but of course I missed TONS of other instances which could have been used as examples #I hope you can make use of my analysis anyway #good luck with your fic btw! #feel free to leave me a link for it once you're done - no pressure tho! #and thanks for asking ♥ #my asks #my meta #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #cw abuse in fiction

[arcielee]

Ask Me Anything

Summary: Aemond asks his professor some questions.  Paring: Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 3162 Warnings: The smutty smut you all wanted, fingering, p in v.  Author’s Note:  Here is part 2, you can read part 1 Hazy Shades of Spring ♥ This was the poll winner and I had to make it into 2 parts. Also, I am also celebrating that I have over 400 followers now! Thank you all so much for reading, it fills me with joy. A shoutout to my muse and editor @f4ll-for-you​ thank you for your unique perspective and helping me become a better writer! ♥ Also, I got this finished on Ewan’s birthday? Coincidence? Yes, absolutely. My planning and scheduling is terrible.  Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @nina2697 @skikikikiikhhjuuh @itsabby15 @greenowlfactif @padfooteyes​ @danika1994 (If there is a strikethrough, it would not allow me to tag you.) 

Mrs. Lannister had been kind enough to share that even though you ended your office hours early on Fridays, you would often remain to finish the lesson plan for the next week. “She’s the only one who does this,” she continued her overshare, batting her lashes. “The rest of the faculty is already gone for the day…even I’m about to leave!”

Aemond returned a warm smile that was close lipped and allowed his cheeks to dimple, noting the faintest hint of rose to her complexion when he thanked her. His gait was languid with his fluid stride to follow the hallway that snaked through the building and back to where he already knew your office would be. 

He saw the glint of your name on the door plaque and it seemed closed; he stopped and rapped his knuckles on the wood, the action pushing it slightly ajar and allowing him to step in. 

“How may I help you?” You had asked without bothering to look up. Your laptop was open and a stack of papers were tidy on the side, but your focus remained on the one in front of you. 

Aemond thought to when his brother first enrolled in your business law course, his arrogance more obnoxious than usual when he came home to say, “My professor is hot and I am definitely fucking my way to an A.” 

Aemond did not even acknowledge the cocksure idiocracy he spewed and remained silent when Aegon would return with weekly updates before he inevitably begged their grandfather for a suitable donation to help him pass your class. He remembered being intrigued by the professor who, despite the board’s pressure, then only gave Aegon a barely passing grade.

Aegon was furious and Aemond only said: “You could always attempt studying,” with his eyebrow cocked.  

His brother moaned. “Wait until you have to deal with her.”

When Aemond entered the classroom, he remembered you were bold with your gaze and without the hint of fear he often met with other professors. Aegon had once described you as a librarian in need of a good railing, but Aemond liked your tasteful, almost bookworm look, how your hair would be twisted back and the glasses you wore during lectures.

He was dutiful with his classes, but with yours he found himself pressing for more; he would push for answers, often getting a rise from his classmates with his constant disputation, but you were unfazed by it, taking the time to pick apart any argument in your eloquent way and even admitting when he was correct with his verdict. Aemond would wait after the room emptied to approach your desk, pleasantries always exchanged and he liked your smile when you once said, “Are you sure you’re only twenty-two?” 

“Age is only a number,” he replied and relished in the blush that dusted your cheeks. 

Aemond could admit to himself he had a slight crush, but he did not understand the extent of it until the semester ended, until that Friday night. 

With Aegon doing a “study-abroad” in Essos, it was put on Aemond to help with the new restaurant. His uncle had been annoying throughout the set-up, using Aemond for menial micromanaging, and he was relieved with the grand opening, just to be rid of the role of Daemon’s tedious shadow. 

Everything is perfect, though, he thought during his rounds, walking the grand staircase towards the bar when he noticed your backside. 

Aemond did not immediately recognize you. For one, your hair was down, your thick main smoothed into a cascade of curls instead of the usual bun or braid your locks would be in. Also, the dress you wore fit to your curves in a way that looked like you had been poured into the garment, not your usual comfort uniform of a top, cardigan, and jeans. 

He was enamored by the curve of your back, how you were curled over the bartop and your attention focused on something, unaware of the few patrons that lingered with the hopes to draw your attention, before grabbing their drinks and moving on. It was the moment you paused to grab your glass of wine that he recognized your profile.

He had to talk to you.

“Professor?” 

Your hesitation was understandable, but eventually you fell into the ebb and flow of the comfortable conversations he would get moments of during your office hours. His heart jumped when you offered the excuse to take you out on the balcony.  He was enamored with the way you held yourself, the smile on your lips and how he never truly noticed the beauty of your eyes or how your lashes framed them. 

Aemond noted the moments you would hem for words, as if it was an internal debate to say one thing before you would give your genuine thoughts and your upfront honesty was something he welcomed. He noticed the flush to your cheeks and nose, perhaps from the bit of cold in the night air mixed with your passion for science fiction, which he had not expected, and that was the moment he stepped in to kiss you. 

You seemed to meld against him with a soft familiarity to his touch. He loved how your expression brightened when he took your hand and how you moved to keep with his strides towards the car he called for. Aemond waited with bated breath when you paused at the car door, watching when you leaned forward and it exaggerated the curves your dress complemented. He would have followed you to the ends of the earth, but you only asked him to come upstairs. 

The next morning, Aemond woke with your curled so perfectly against his chest, his silver hair between your fingertips. He did not move because he did not want to wake you and allow this tranquil moment to end. You were cute when your eyes fluttered open to take in your surroundings and he handed you your glasses. 

You seemed to not want him to leave and he stayed until Sunday. Even then you hesitated to let him go and he made sure to follow up with you, just a simple text that thanked you for the lovely weekend. He followed to ask when you would be available and was surprised when he did not get even an emoji for a response. 

Aemond waited before sending another text, but when he saw he had been left on read, he let it be. Maybe you thought the weekend was a mistake? Perhaps you had not enjoyed yourself like he assumed you had? 

The abrupt end confused him, until he received an alert from Amazon, suggesting a new book release from an author he made sure to follow. 

Your pseudonym, an anagram of your first and last name. 

He read Hazy Shades of Spring in one sitting and knew he had to see you again. 

“Hello, professor,” Aemond stepped into your office. “If you have a moment, I came to seek out your expertise on a matter.”

Your expression was stunned, your lips parted for a moment and your cheeks rosy from his severe gaze, his one sapphire eye glinting in the office light. “Yes, Aemond, hello,” you struggled for the greeting. “Please, sit down. How may I help you?” 

There was the probability of running into him on campus, but you had not expected for him to come directly to your office. Your eyes could not help but drink in his lithe figure, the grace of his movements as he seated himself in the chair across from your desk. His expression would have been stoic except for the slight upwards curl of his lips, amused by your flustered state. 

“I had some questions in regards to one's penumbra rights,” he began, watchful of your reaction with his deliberate words. “I think I could be a victim of unwarranted appropriation and I wonder how that would hold in the court of law?”    

You could feel the blood drain from your face and your tongue pressed against your bottom lip, your teeth biting as you brought it forward to try and relax your jaw. The gesture was subtle with your attempt to calm your nerves, but it was not missed from his intense gaze.

Aemond fucking smirked. 

Your eyes narrowed on him. “You would need undeniable proof of tort liability,” you began, your voice hoarse with your reply and you cleared your throat before continuing. “It would need to be undeniable that your likeness had been used without consent.” 

There was a pregnant pause; you refused to ask what he may or may not have and you watched the dimples line his cheeks with his knowing smile. “I believe I do have proof,” he finally said, reaching into his jean’s pockets and retrieving his phone. “It’s an ebook that was just released.” 

Oh, fuck. 

You force your features to relax and watch his screen light up, filled with text. “His mien is breathtaking, the sharp contours of his features-”

“That description could be used for any protagonist worth noting,” your voice interrupts, almost shrill; you find yourself standing on your side of the desk, your hands pressed on top to anchor you.

“Perhaps,” he replied, his eye flitted to you for a moment. Your breath came out slow through your parted lips, watching as he looked back at the screen and continued to read. “The severity of his gaze was offset by the sapphire stone-”

Your moves are quick and clumsy, coming around the desk and clasping your hands over his; your cheeks are flushed and you are bold with your stare. “Aemond,” you finally find your voice. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

There is a moment that his expression hardens, a flash of an emotion that is wiped away and instead his perpetual smirk returns to play at his lips. He pulled his hands away, pushing to stand while tucking his phone into his pocket.

You fall back as he takes a step towards you, his silver hair spilling forward when he leans forward to hold you attention. “I actually came for clarity,” his eye flits to your lips and he purses his own for a moment. “I had thought we had a lovely weekend together, but every reach out I attempted since had been left on read.” 

“Aemond,” you say his name with your exhale, breaking away and looking at the floor. 

His head tilts with a slight hum as he looks over your stance; your bottom is pressed to the edge of the desk and your arms stiff at your sides, with a hold on the profile that has your knuckles white with your grip, like you could not trust your idle hands.  

“I had thought,” he softened his tone. “I thought I had done something to offend you, or perhaps… you did not enjoy yourself, until…” you looked up and saw the glimmer of hope that danced through the aloof façade of Aemond Targaryen. He didn’t finish the thought and instead said,  “I also came here because I want to take you on a proper date, to go to an agreed location, where I will be punctual and we will have dinner together.” 

You cannot form words; your face is burning and you make a noise of disbelief, a mixture of a gasp with an almost laugh that stops in your throat by the touch of his warm palm to cup your cheek. His hold keeps you from looking away again, his stare intense. “I am telling you what I want, why I came here.” He leaned forward until the tip of his nose touched yours, the breath of his words fans your jawline and you can feel the ripple of goosebumps all over. “But if you are not interested, tell me now and I will stop. I will leave you alone.” 

You did not want him to leave you alone.

In fact, that weekend was on an endless loop in your mind. After he left, you began to write, fervently, and with every keystroke, you poured the intimate, delicious details into a transcript, hoping that when you sent it in, it would empty your mind of him.

It did not and Aemond consumed your thoughts. You remembered the ease of conversation, the comfort of his presence, and how you craved his touch, how alive you felt pinned under his steady gaze. 

Now he was in your office and his steady gaze was burning; you bit your bottom lip, your fervor basked in the flame of his stare, savoring the warmth that he exuded. His scent washed over you, just his proximity made your skin feel aflame. 

The moment ends when Aemond relaxes his stance, falling back a step, and only then did you react. Your hand touches the junction of his shoulder to his throat, your fingers curling around the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours. He welcomes your mouth with a lusty frenzy and you moan when you feel his tongue move to taste your mouth. 

He closes in on you, his thigh pushing your legs apart and his hand on your jaw to tilt your head, moving to ghost his lips on the column of your neck until they reach your ear. “I love that you are a woman of action,” his husky tone and words tickle your skin. “But, remember, I require verbal consent.” 

Your hands move to his jawline, your right hand hovering and careful to not quite touch. “Yes, Aemond, please,” you beg him, your eyes wide. “I wanted to reply but I…” 

He interrupts your words with another kiss and he is hungry to taste you again. Your arm wraps around his neck and the other hand is pressed against his solid chest. His hands move to follow the curves of your hips and wrap around to cup below your ass, bringing you flush against him.

Your hands drop to unbutton your jeans and you feel his warm palms slip into the waistband of both, pulling your underwear as he peels you bare. He presses against you, lifting to set you on the desk edge before kneeling in front of you and unlacing each Converse shoe. Aemond sets them aside and returns to grab the fabric to pull it off; you burn from his stare and he leans to kiss the inside of your knee, his lips trailing your thighs and his hand pulling himself to stand again. 

You watch him bring two slender fingers to his mouth and wet them with his tongue, before they dip between your thighs. A gasp spills from your kiss-swollen lips when he touches you with familiarity, following the crease of your wet folds and the slow curl of his finger inside you. 

He watches your response, the arc of your back with the rub of his fingertips in your velvet walls until you mewl his name. Aemond hums, a smile to his lips, and adds a second finger, continuing the same come hither motion to that same sweet spot. His wrist shifts, allowing his thumb to press against the nub above with ample pressure and you moan loudly to his touch. Aemond continues his ministrations until he feels you clenching; there is a lewd sound of your wet heat and how his fingers continue to fuck you through your climax, until you whimper from the overstimulation. 

You look at him through lidded eyes, still on the curtails of your release; he licks his fingers clean with a grin, his gaze narrowing on you. “Is it better than the book?” 

Your look hardens and you push from the desk, desperate to pull his shirt over his head and the fall of his silver tresses tickle your face; your cardigan falls to the ground, your fitted shirt follows. He is still smug when you place your hands on his chest and push for him to fall back into the chair, your touch falling to unbutton his jeans. 

Aemond lifts his hips to bring it down enough, his hand wrapping around the base of his member. Your mouth waters at the sight and you step to straddle the chair, lowering yourself so he can line with your entrance before you sink further.  

You moan as he fills your velvet walls and he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck and allowing you a moment to adjust to his size. With slow breaths, your nails bite into his shoulders and you press onto the balls of your feet to rise and lower onto his length.

There is a soft echo in the office with the lewd noises, the suction of your cunt to take him in and your wanton moans when he begins to thrust upwards, meeting your motion. He presses his lips against your ear with the hot whisper, “Stop clenching or I won’t last.” 

You almost purr from the sensation, turning your head to find his lips. “You’re fine,” your voice is breathless. “I’m on the pill.” 

He stills and you look to see his pupil blown, taking you in; without a word, his hands grip into the soft flesh of your ass and he moves to lift you. You squeak your surprise, your legs quick to wrap his waist as he takes a step towards the desk; the polish wood is cool to the touch when he sets you down, reaching behind you to clear away the clutter and laying you back on the desktop, positioning you until you are nearly folded in half. 

This new angle has you a mewling mess of tears, the flutter of your cunt encourages his fingers to bruise into your hips with a brutal pace until you see stars. 

You can feel the twitch of his cock and a low, guttural groan from the back of his throat with his peak. Aemond leans forward, his forehead damp and pressed to yours, his breath warm with his exhale until it evens again. 

He looks and notices a box of kleenex, reaching for it and is careful to clean the mess. You sit up, still feeling the trough of the waves of your release tingling over, your hand moving to pull the hair tie and your fingers comb out the braid.

Aemond rightens his jeans, but does not button them; instead, he looks at you, another hum as he reaches to cup your face, bringing his lips to your forehead and then tilting your head back to find your lips. You stare at him a moment, warm from his touch and also shy at the realization you are still very much naked. 

“What now?” You ask, pushing to stand.

He pulls you against his bare chest and your heart flutters from his warmth. “Depends,” he murmurs and you pull back to look up at him. “Which restaurant did you want to go to?”

#ask me anything #part 2 #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x female!reader #here is the smut you all wanted #my tumblr kindred spirits #thanks for reading #♥

[ave661]

are you okay with people using your renders as pfps?

I don't mind at all! I'm always happy when I see my works used in different ways. I only ask for credits when someone uses them in fics, edits, traces them etc ♥

The only thing I don't like is when accounts based on other people's work (on tiktok and pinterest) repost my renders.

#tbh I've already contacted few tt acc to ask them to stop doing this because i hate this feeling of being used #leeches are following me and 10 mins after me they post my new renders on their accounts #“but i wanted to help and spread your great work” - no thank you #but yeah if your account is not reposting others hard work then go ahead i don't mind at all! use them however you like♥ #ask 661ave

[cerosin-bis]

i'm really curious as to your interpretation of why krueger killed his parents, did he have a particular reason? did he kill them just because he knew he was capable to kill? i personally hc him as having a but of a god complex but it would be wonderful to see your input. thank you tumblr celebrity!! ❤️

I wanna preface this by saying that "krueger offed his parents" is my interpretation of his in-game lore (fled his home country to evade murder charges *and* both parents dead), and not outright stated.

It is a choice of mine to have never fully imagined what could have led to this. I like when things stay vague. I also (personally, again) headcanon Krueger to have psychopathic traits, so... there's always a part of uncertainty/shadow that is absolutely inherent to the character and my interpretation of him.

My headcanon is that he half-accidentally killed someone while in his early 20s. realised that the thrill associated with it was not "addictive" per se, but definitely indulged something in his brain. This, alongside having developed since his early childhood (I absolutely stand with you there) an unassumed god complex, and at one point in his mid-20s it just... happened. Can't be more precise than this because that's the extent of it to me.

Bonus doodles of early 20s ID picture and late 20s absolutely did not not falsify his papers KSK krueger because this man has never been arrested once in his life and doesn't have proper mugshots.

#I loved answering this ask lol. thank you for being interested in my take on the character 🥺♥ #last sentence scalped me tho. please I am simply just a loser #headcanons #krueger #cod krueger #sebastian krueger #my art

[fraserstanclub]

SAM HEUGHAN 🏆 2022 BAFTA Scotland Audience Award Winner 🏆 ↳ 20 November 2022 [ Requested by Anonymous ]

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[flx-res]

Wow, the ending scene of the story reminded me of the scene where Globgor held Glossaryck's crystal in "I'm all ears!... Or eyes". It was amazing!

yES! OmG someone noticed!!! 🤩 I'm so glad you remembered that fact about my alternate universe 💗 According to my scripts, "Im all ears!... Or eyes" is set 5 years after "Butterfly Metamorphosis"

I said that in "Stellar Collision" because I thought I needed to show you the things that happened before Glossaryck died and why this time he left his crystal to Moon... I'd like to elaborate more but I don't want to make spoilers UuU

#thank you #you made my day ♥ #ask me anything #ask flxres #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil

[artemisyates]

Edward Hyde, Victorian gremlin man, I love you so. ♥ This ended up looking a bit like concept art for an animated movie art style wise, and that just makes me sad there isn't a cutesy animated classic disney musical type Jekyll and Hyde movie because that would be amazing.

#just let them be dramatic and exaggerated and randomly burst into song #that is all I ask #I'm also going to give a mention to the reblog tags people have been adding to my artwork and how much they've been making me smile #so so many kind words y'all are wonderful! #shout out to the people who said they find my design for Edward Hyde kind of attractive #thank you here have another artwork of him ♥ #edward hyde #mr hyde #edward hyde art #mr hyde art #mr edward hyde #jekyll and hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #strange case of jekyll and hyde #jekyll and hyde art #jekyll and hyde fanart #gothic literature #gothic lit #classic literature #classic lit #gothic lit art #classic lit art #robert louis stevenson #drawing #art #my art

[khiita]

S/TELL☆R, a group of friends that met in high-school, have been making giant leaps with their catchy, space-inspired songs and their energetic indie rock and electropop sound. If you like what you hear, make sure to support them in Battle of the Bands season 4! If you like what you see, follow them on social media!

freddie's band for @infamous-if ❤ [ x / x / x / x / x ]

#infamous #infamous if #edit #oc: fred #spotify #playlist #mine #.psd #don't ask why the 'this is' playlist has jazzy yet the picture in the profile has august. the timelines are splittingg #i like to imagine every band member would have made a playlist with their favorite songs to share w/ the fans... as a way 2 get 2 know them #rowan's playlist cover is a raccoon because. i dunno. i associate him with coons♥ + fred's is condorito and hatsune miku i won't elaborate #also thank you caitlyn for letting me add jordy's band here <333

[batterygarden]

Y/n manipulating denji into thinking friends DO kiss, friends DO hold each other's hands... Friends absolutely have intercourse with each other!! And when denji gets his slow brain going he eventually asks "aren't we dating??" She shoots him down n says no </3

why is this SO hot oh my godd 😞😞

..Aki drops by Denji’s apartment one day just as you’re about to leave, and he walks in while you’re sitting half on top of Denji’s lap, Denji’s hand comfortably placed above your hip in the space where your shirt’s riding up—his pinky dipping under the waistband of your sweats. Denji frowns when he sees him.

“Aki what the hell man!! ‘S rude not to knock.”

Aki’s about to tell him he’s never had a problem with him walking in before and maybe he should lock his door if he’s so worried about it, but then he watches you giggle and press your lips to Denji’s cheek, dragging your mouth next to his own before whispering something that makes Denji giggle too. You look like you’re about to get up but then you lean forward into a searing kiss, the kind that lasts just a second too long for company, and Aki’s jaw practically hits the floor when he watches you gently tug Denji’s lower lip in your teeth before breaking away.

You call a “Bye, Denji! You better text me!” over your shoulder as you make your way to your shoes, flashing a polite, modest smile when you pass by Aki, who hasn’t moved from his frozen position by the door.

The second you leave Aki is interrogating, “Denji, who was that?”

“You two haven’t met yet? She’s a good friend!”

#Denji x reader #the shooting him down part of the ask hurts me though I can’t lie #I am a Denji advocate before all else I would NEVER shoot him down #but uggghh this concept rlly and truly DOES smth to me #thanks for sending it 😏💞 #an ask <3 #denji thots ♥

[sunsrefuge]

hii, wanted to send an ask for the oc game you reblogged a few days ago ♥️ (/post/745356042858364928). questions 2, 12 & 14 (from @aurillium, this is my main blog) c:

hello!! thank you so much for the ask, im so sorry it took me way too long to get to it!! ;w;/♥ I'm gonna use Fenella for this one since I haven't gotten to talk about her yet!

2. Do they distance themself from their background or embrace it?

She used to unquestionably embrace being a Duchess of the Court, but in more recent times Fenella has been caught between continuing to embrace it, and distancing herself as far from it as she possibly can. Sometimes she sees what a little distance from it feels like, either by cloaking herself to walk in the Grove or Lion's Arch, or by simply leaving a small decision up to someone else. She's slowly drifting toward desiring more distance, rather than continuing to embrace her role.

12. Generally, what's most people's first impression of them? + What impression do they want to leave on others?

Fenella doesn't give off the initial impression of being a Duchess. She's on the shorter side, and stands with a little fluid grace with her staff. Her shoulders remain relaxed and she's very friendly, leading more to think of her as a gentle mentoring-figure of some kind. This is the impression that she likes to leave, and it's likely that she's spent some years honing how to give that impression! But there's always that little dissonance in how it's technically wrong. She is short and kind, but there's also merciless calculation behind those warm eyes.

14. Is their worldview colorful or grey?

Her desire for distance from her background is due to her worldview changing! It used to be very colorful; she was part of the Court in its early days and thought it had a respectable mission of a sort. As time went on, and the Court became darker and more outright violent and cruel, her worldview dulled. Now she wants that colorful view back, which she's seen from her children that distance and adventure can do!

#thank you for the ask !! ♥ #again; so sorry it took me a while to get to it!! ;w;/ my laptop's been trying to die on me akjsndsuhhf #*sable's stuff #c:Duchess Fenella

[paintedscales]

Hello! I am a mysterious stranger here to tell you that your writing is really very good and you should be proud of your obvious talent! :)

Well hello there, mysterious stranger! \ o w o /

Thank you so much for the kind words, and for reading my stuff, apparently! ; w ; / ♥ I appreciate that you've enjoyed my work, and the works of others to have been going around and spreading niceness and positivity for creatives. ^^

May the days come to you with grace and kindness! :>

#asks from anon #thank you ♥ #normally i keep these in my inbox for a pick me up later #and privately message the person that sent the ask with thanks #i can't do that in this case #though sincerely! #thank you! ^^

[capn-twitchery]

10!!

10. How do you deal with art block?

i usually take a break if i can! whether a total break from drawing or a break from a project if i hit a wall. looking at other stuff that inspires me helps a ton, whether it's movies, games, music, whatever. sometimes i don't feel like drawing again for a week or more, and that's fine!

i'll save you all from the tragic backstory but i'm coming off the back of a huuuuge burnout/art block right now because of university stuff, so i'm trying to remove all of the pressure from drawing for me. really, the best thing has just been finding something that inspires me a lot and having fun with it without stressing myself out over deadlines or expectations. i've drawn more in the past 3 months than i have in a couple years, it's been nice!!

art block is usually one of two things: a need to level up skills to achieve what you want (in which case, studies, references, whatever tools help you with this) or, it's stress/anxiety around creating. it can help to figure out why you're so stressed about creating, and try to tackle that.

but sometimes you just need to go back to your roots and draw something self indulgent til you remember art is fun again. stop setting high expectations for yourself, go crazy, etc etc. art is not worth destroying yourself over or losing your passion. never underestimate the power of drawing your oc the same exact way for the 15th time. it heals the soul

Artist Ask Game

#inquiries #dazzlerazz #sorry this is very long and way too deep but i have a lot of thoughts about it bc i have had a Bad Time and i'm only just coming out of it #but art means a lot to me!!!! i hope people never stop loving it. it is not worth it to do that to yourself #fredspeaks #I FORGOT TO SAY thank you sm for the ask!!!♥︎

[zeroducks-2]

HI HELLO IM BACK 19D for eoiris pretty please!! or any other ship that you think would fit im good with anything :DD

Hey Waffle ♥ this got incorporated into an Eoiris fic I was already working on, and so I'm posting a snippet here (under the cut) but the full fic has just been posted on AO3 ♥ Thank you so much for prompting me!

19. Hallucinations + D. "Lie to me" - Eobard Thawne/Iris West (with background Eobarriris)

«Tell me you’ll bring him back.» Iris grits out, the touch of claws through her curls bringing soothing shivers down her spine. «Tell me you lied to him. Tell me you will always lie when he wants us to go on without him.» She holds him tight again, staying as pressed against his body as she can. «I don’t care if you lie to me. Just tell me… just tell me that I will see him again.»

There is no answer for a time, and she knows Thawne has no reason to do as asked. It’s entirely more likely that he’ll taunt and mock her again instead, or simply just leave. But moments pass and he does none of those things, just keeps holding her while burying his face onto the crown of her head. 

«You’re not just a tool. You’re not.» He says eventually, sounding like he’s speaking through a clenched jaw. «You’re not.» He repeats, gritting it out like it was hard to pull it from himself, clutching her tight in return. «I will bring him back. I lied to him, I will always lie when he wants me to say that we’ll go on without him…» He adds, saying exactly what Iris asked him to say, word by word. «We will see him again.»

She doesn’t know if he’s lying. She’s the one who asked him to so she doesn’t insist, replying with the smallest nod. But then a hand sneaks below her chin and her face gets tilted up. 

Eobard took his cowl off, and now strangely familiar tufts of red hair are messily framing his face. His thumb goes over her cheekbone, and the gesture feels soft even if his expression is bent in the darkest scowl Iris has ever seen on him. «I will fix this.» He says, and despite how quick his heart usually beats, Iris is under the impression it’s faster than normal. «And if I can’t… if I can’t, you’ll just do what we’ve been doing every time so far.» She takes one of her hands and places the palm against the column of his neck, caressing it up to the forearm. «We’ll just start again.»

Full version on AO3!

Here's the ask game! Feel free to prompt me again or to reblog it yourself :D

#long post #Eoiris #my asks #my fanfictions #dark prompt game #another in which Eo isn't a total ass wow! #thank you so much for prompting me waff ♥

[doumadono]

Just wanted to say you're amazing and hope you're doing okay!💖 I wish your weekend is good, remember to take care of yourself!💖💕

Thank you so much for your incredibly kind and unexpected message! 💖 Your words brightened up my evening, and I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness. I've been feeling quite down for the past hour or two, and you wouldn't believe how much your message lifted my spirits amid the pain and anxiety I'm grappling with right now. Thank you immensely for reaching out at this particular moment when I needed it the most

#asked and answered #anonymous #thank you so so so much #you truly cheered me up ♥

[saiakv]

Admit it. You secretly find Toji a little hot

Toji Fushiguro. The sorcerer killer. The man without an ounce of cursed energy in his system that somehow managed to leave an indellible stain in jujutsu society through sheer spite alone. He who made the limitless man reach limits.

'I killed Satoru Gojo.'

'You lost to a monkey like me...'

'You should thank your parents...'

Words from a distant dream surging through a tortured mind; for as much horror as Suguru has witnessed in his short life, the taste that man had left behind was something entirely different. Unprecedented. Scarring.

Toji Fushiguro.

Suguru will never forget the look on that man's face. He will never forget the complacency in his voice, the crazy gleam in his eye, his grating laugh, the way he walked with his chest protruding like a boasting gorilla — even the stench of his tainted blood would never leave his system. No matter how much time he added to his shower, he could never scrub himself clean of that man's touch; and in that way, he knew, he had been infected.

Upon the merest mention of that name, his nerves catch fire — a hand manifests a trap-curse out of thin air, capturing the prying stranger in an infinite loop of falling into a deep hole beneath their feet. And once more he feels his heart flutter, the curses consumed overtime brimming up his mouth — charring his throat, in a way that makes him feel as though if he were to try and speak, every single wretch he has forced down his gullet would come bursting out.

But then, there's that other part of him. The rational part that whispers behind that overwhelm of emotion; there's only so few people who should be aware that this abomination of a man had once existed in their world. So how did this one know him? And moreso than that, why had they come to mock him with his cursed existence?

Suguru's brows connect with thinly held rage; and though his cadence comes out low and tempered, the vein bulging near his temple betrays him.

❝ How do you know this man? Who sent you? ❞

#( 3 days later i bring you: triggered suguru ) #( muse nearly RAN OFF w this ask like daym sir you got T ra umaaa ) #( tHANK you so much for sending me smt ♥ ) #ANSWERED. #꧕ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌ 🇫‌🇴‌🇺‌🇷‌ 🇯‌🇴‌🇺‌🇷‌🇳‌🇪‌🇾‌🇸‌ ꒰ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ 002 ꒱ #suggestive tw

[exculis]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!

oh geez. oh man. i have so many ocs how would i choose... umm....

(i also dont use pinterest so lets see if i can find anything LOL)

i guess i should go with an oc that was a sim first given the context.

so we are doing Waay'los even tho he's kind of. not really an oc. hes just a sim i like. ♥

#thank you for the ask! #answered #occultradio #liveblogging my search journey in the tags: go #oh man its all knitting stuff. i must have looked at knitting stuff on pinterest at some point #ill stop scrolling eventually and actually search for something but rn i dont even know what to type in lol #oh no this is all just giving me oc and cc ideas #i still dont know who i wanna look stuff up for 😭 #i could do Waay'los but he's not really an oc hes just a sim i like... #hm. #i think all my sims that are ocs were ocs first sims second #sad! #oh well. waay'los time. #hi anyone that made it this far. yes i believe in crediting artists and sourcing images #however. fun tag game ♥ #the blurriness of that final image is crucial.