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ara-ri · 1 year
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the greek tragedy that is also known as jason todd
thinking about jason todd as a character and what a genuinely tragic character he is.
jason is a character that can never know peace nor justice because the narrative itself will never let him have that peace. the moment DC made the decision to have the joker kill him is the moment his fate was sealed.
joker as a character can't be killed or stopped permanently in any meaningful way, because out of all the batman villains that exist, such an iconic figure could never truly leave the story behind whether it be through death or irrelevance outside the story.
so what then?
batman will continue to stop the joker, continue to put him back in akrham asylum, all the the joker will continue to break out.
but if the joker can't be stopped, then what does this mean for jason?
imagine, your tormentor, your murderer continuing to commit the same atrocities over and over again...and for what? where is the justice in this? how could jason ever move on, if the narrative won't move on from the joker himself?
i know plenty of characters "die" in about every other comic run followed by some type of revival but i cannot emphasis enough that jason todd was not originally intended to come back. death in the family released sometime in 1988 while under the red hood began its publication in 2005
that's roughly 17 years that jason was no longer present in new comic runs, almost a generation or two of comic readers not getting any content that involved him.
nothing to show except sentiment like "oh he was an angry kid", or "he was reckless, bruce shouldn't have taken him in".
jason didn't just die within the narrative, he died from the apathy of phone callers despite outcry. he died of irrelevance because for more than a decade, he had faded from comic relevance aside from some mentions in comic runs (at least until winick resurrected his character).
i honestly don't think there's another character quite like jason who miserably gets all the short end of the sticks. his time spent dead gets treated by such a joke because, wow jason, you're not the only one who's died!
but none have died quite like jason. he can't get any peace or justice from the narrative because dc comics would have the balls to retire an iconic character from the batman comics. and he can't forget because if he forgets, who will remember for him?
coupled with all of that together... wouldn't you get angry?
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shootingstarpilot · 1 year
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on one hand i'm so pleased that this chapter is ticking along so nicely but also my normal chapter length is maybe 3k-4k words every two weeks and this one's just topped 12k words and it's been nearly a month and a half
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misc-obeyme · 7 months
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Hello hello!!! I just saw your kink/flufftober post and wondered if I could request “biting” with barbatos? It can be either fluff of nsfw, whichever gets the creative juices flowing more! As always, love the work you do here, thank you!!!!
Hello and thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3
I was doing so well keeping within my word count limit until now. I can't act like I'm surprised, it's Barbatos we're talking about lol. And I decided to use this as a kink prompt because ooooof I love biting. So you know, having two things I very much enjoy as a prompt ended up with something slightly longer than perhaps intended. But I think it turned out okay still!
Thank you for submitting a prompt!
KINKTOBER 2023
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GN!MC x Barbatos
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: biting, a little bit of blood, oral and penetration (both reader receiving)
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You were in the kitchen at the Demon Lord's Castle, helping Barbatos make red velvet cupcakes. Since it was a flavor from the human world, you had agreed to help out with making them, passing final judgment on how they turned out. You were currently mixing the red food coloring into the batter. While the recipe you had used was a classic red velvet recipe, the bright color of the cake still needed that extra vibrancy from the food coloring.
Barbatos was beside you, mixing vanilla into the frosting.
Normally, Barbatos entered a sort of flow when baking. It was almost meditative, the way he moved around the kitchen so easily. But at that moment, you noticed that he seemed a little distracted. Certainly the frosting was looking delicious, but he seemed to be focused elsewhere.
You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He froze, meeting your eyes for a moment before flicking his gaze down to your fingers.
You looked down at your hands and saw that they were covered in red food coloring.
You laughed a little. "Sorry," you said. "I'm making a mess, huh? Is that why you're so distracted?"
Barbatos closed his eyes and frowned. "You needn't apologize, MC. I'm afraid seeing that brilliant red on your skin has made me think of things I shouldn't."
You were puzzled by this response. You cocked your head curiously. "Such as…?"
Barbatos opened his eyes and the hunger you saw there made heat run through you. Barbatos put down the spatula he'd been using to mix the vanilla into the frosting and took one of your hands instead. He brought it to his lips and kissed away some of the red. The way it painted his lips was so sensual your knees went weak.
You let out a little gasp as Barbatos circled behind you, putting his red stained lips to your neck. You had to grip the kitchen counter for support as he sucked for a moment, his arms going around your waist.
Barbatos let his teeth scrape gently across your skin as he pulled his lips away. "Forgive me, MC. I am not sure what has come over me."
His arms moved as if he was about to move away from you, but you put both of your hands on them. You didn't care that you were likely getting red food coloring on him. You just wanted to hold him in place. "Don't stop."
Barbatos pressed himself into you and there was no mistaking the erection you felt against you as he put his lips back on your neck.
You moaned as he bit down gently, as though he couldn't resist but he also didn't want to hurt you too much.
You deliberately pushed yourself back against him, making it clear that you knew how turned on he already was.
Barbatos laughed softly against your neck. "What is it you would like from me, MC?"
"I want you to bite harder," you said.
Barbatos put his lips on your ear. "As you wish."
A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear. He turned you around in his arms, then lifted you bodily. He set you down on the kitchen counter, on a spot that was far away from where you had been attempting to make red velvet cupcakes.
In moments, Barbatos had removed your clothes and put his lips on your inner thighs. Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair. You gasped and tried desperately not to pull when he bit down on the sensitive skin there, harder than before just as you had asked. He worked his way up your thigh, biting the whole time, making you gasp and whine as he did.
When he finally put his tongue between your legs, you cried out his name, your legs squeezing around his head involuntarily. He stayed there for a long time, but he never let you get too close to orgasming.
Barbatos finally stood up, causing you to whine and grip at his arms unhappily. You squirmed on the counter top as you tried to pull him closer to you. He obliged, moving closer to stand between your knees.
Barbatos reached out and put his fingertips to your neck where he had been biting it earlier. He wasn't wearing his gloves, of course, he had taken them off long before you even started baking. Now his fingers were covered in the red food coloring.
"Barbatos," you said as you pulled on his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. You rubbed it in your hands for a moment before looking at him. "Please."
"Normally I would not allow such a mess to occur on my kitchen counter," Barbatos said quietly, putting his hands on either side of you and leaning in to your neck once again. "But I'm afraid you've awakened something in me, MC."
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. You realized that the counter here was a bit lower than it was in most of the other places in the kitchen. Which meant that you were at the perfect height. You smirked a little when you realized that Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing when he placed you here.
The smirk was gone in an instant as Barbatos pressed his cock into you, his teeth leaving marks on your neck at the same time, his hands gripping your hips. You had to hold on because as soon as he was inside you, Barbatos did not hold back. You felt your entire body heat up as he thrust fast and hard, his teeth continuing down your neck. He reached up to pull your top out of the way so he could bite down your shoulder.
The sweetness of his cock inside you mixed with the pleasurable pain of his teeth was almost too much sensation. You couldn't hold still and you couldn't keep quiet. You were already close from when he was using his tongue and it wasn't long before you were crying out, clamping hard around him. You felt his cum inside you only moments later.
When Barbatos pulled away to look at you, the red of the food coloring was still bright against his lips, but there was a slightly darker red next to it now. He leaned back in and kissed the bite marks he had left.
"Your blood is much prettier than this food coloring," he said softly in your ear. "I do hope I did not hurt you too much by drawing it."
You sighed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time you can add the food coloring to the batter."
Barbatos chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. Later you would need to wash the red off your hands as well as your lips, cheeks, neck, and thighs.
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flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!
taglist: @anxious-chick @t0tallycoolname @libidinous-weeb
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dustykneed · 4 months
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i saw a post that was like "the reason bones is always frowning is bc whenever he smiles, everyone in a 3 mile radius falls madly in love w him" and i think that is so true tbh
(anyways bonus spones scribble. ur welcome:
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pinkrose05 · 19 days
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Sungenti & Robinhill would go on the most terse double dates in history. That's it that's the post.
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nunyverse-scribe · 5 months
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Behind every great writer, is a child who had no other sense of control in their life
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skitskatdacat63 · 4 days
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For @sansebastinae and @boisinnot, my fellow saint seb truthers :)
+ the usual
Yayyyy finished a drawing! Haha only took me...2 weeks. I kept going back and forth on whether I could finish it tonight, and I really wasn't going to. But then I looked at the unfinished version on a different screen and was like oh? Not too bad actually?? So I finished it :) First of all, ofc, here is the process. Kinda weird seeing it for smth like this, it makes me feel like I'm the painter in rennaisance au, not Mark dhjfkf
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Ah I was gonna draw a silly renaissance au comic to accompany this(read: lighten the mood), but it's 5 am and I've still not really drafted it well, so! I'd like to finish it at some point bcs I wanna draw more chibi comics, but when I finish smth, I can't help but immediately want to post it, so part 2 will have to wait. I'll show you the outline though so you can at least imagine 😭
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^ So many renaissance and beyond paintings of Saint Sebastian are always the most horny thing ever. Like pre/early rennaisance, yeah he was naked and all that, but they were pretty chaste, and uhhhhh suffering?? Well the newer paintings are suffering, but in a different way, if you know what I mean.
So I feel like Mark's the type to be overly pedantic about it, and refuses to make borderline porn of a saint, I mean, god forbid, Seb!!! But then he just. Does anyways. Because he can't control his lust for Seb even when drawing him half dead. I just imagine him holding the paintbrush in a death grip like "must not be horny. Must not draw him sexy. Must make him chaste." And then he ends up with the one seen above. Seb is all smug about it. "Wow you'd wanna fuck me even while I'm all bloody and dying? 🥺"
Mark: "oh I'll make you bloody, alright."
But god so funny to imagine Seb doing all these different slutty poses, like arching his back as much as possible, the cloth nearly falling off at all times, etc etc. And Mark finally lands on this pose bcs he hopes the suffering will outweigh the horny. It doesn't. Also Seb is genuinely serious once he actually gets into the pose, focus mode on. And honestly that's even worse for Mark, bcs it's so much more arousing to see Seb in his element, focused. Tbf I think Seb could be drinking water, and Mark would still find some way to sexualize it. Don't look at his sketches!! They're just filled with Seb doing all kinds of random activities.
Also! Here is the painting I referenced this off of, must give credit where credit is due ofc
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The Dying St. Sebastian by François Fabre
Also this isn't really relevant in the context of this drawing specifically. But I looked thru a bunch of Saint Sebastian paintings while trying to find one I could reference, and I came across this middle ages one that actually looks so much like boy king seb 😭 I guess it really is meant to be!
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St Sebastian between St Roch and St Peter by Pietro Perugino
Lmao but do you see the difference between early rennaisance and later work???
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tragedry · 27 days
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Now we need you to write a tyden confession scene............ y'know, to make things even. Or you can talk about when they realized their feeling for each other 🥺
the fact that y'all are starting to associate me to both ashler and tyden is hilarious cause i'm pretty sure i started this side blog to only talk about ashler asfhafla
but here we are, so let me try to put together a coherent enough tyden confession for you at 4 am:
side note: this got really long way too fast, and i'm pretty sure this only tackled aiden's feelings, but i hope you like it anyway anon!
when aiden realizes he's starting to like tyler, everything just clicks.
he's laying on his bed, his eyes staring up at the glow in the dark stars he's poorly glued on his ceiling back when he was ten when the realization hits him, and he's finally put a name to the emotion tyler manages to invoke inside his chest whenever the other boy would stop scowling and actually offer him one of those once-in-a-blue-moon, downright stunning smiles that probably belonged on a movie poster whenever one of aiden's jokes finally lands.
it's like the last step of figuring out how to solve a brand new rubik's cube, and for a moment he revels in the satisfaction of just knowing, except by the time he tries to figure out how to proceed from such a revelation, he’s coming up blank.
for the first time in his life, his crush on tyler is the only puzzle he has no idea how to move forward to.
if he’s being honest with himself, knowing that he actually likes the halfwit doesn't really change much of their situation, if anything it would probably only make things worse if tyler found out.
and it's not like he's stupid enough to actually believe he's got a shot, not when he's made it his entire personality to annoy the ever living shit out of the baseball player any chance he’s got.
the thought of tyler’s possible rejection inflicts a pain that courses through his entire body, stilling him until he has to remind himself to breathe.
aiden decides he doesn’t really like thinking about this particular puzzle anymore—not when his own emotions have cursed him.
he refuses to think about the problem any further. he’ll set his feelings for tyler aside and ignore it till it goes away completely. 
he’s always been good at ignoring his problems, and this is no different.
with his mind made up, he lets himself relax until the pang in his chest dulls out and he’s ready to forget it was ever there in the first place.
and just when things were finally starting to feel normal again, that’s when the halfwit decided to reply to his text. 
the reply is short, dry, and straight to the point– and it’s just so like him that aiden catches himself snorting when he reads the simple, “fuck if i know.” right after aiden’s last annoying question. 
he hadn’t even expected the other boy to reply, except tyler always did.
no matter how much he purposely tries to piss him off or how many memes he sends the other boy, tyler will reply, whether it was a sarcastic comment or a curse, all of his messages are read and answered.
it was kind of addicting, to be heard-to have his existence acknowledged by someone who had every right to tell him to shut up and walk away.
he can feel his heartbeat racing all over again as he re-read tyler’s text, and as he typed out a reply he knew it was going to be hard for him to fall asleep.
the clock on his phone reads past 1 am, and he wants to point it out to tyler cause he’s always complaining about staying up late whenever aiden’s in the mood to mess with him.
but before he could say anything about it, tyler’s already sending him a brand new text, and this one’s even more humorless than before.
his earlier thought is momentarily forgotten, and he ends up sending the other boy a series of memes pointing out how badly tyler’s killing their convo with his lackluster replies, and aiden selfishly hopes that tyler takes the bait and talks to him even longer, even if just to prove him wrong.
aiden wonders if tyler would hate him for it.
he lifts his eyes back to the stars on his ceiling and hopes.
he hopes that tyler won’t hate him for being selfish, hopes that his feelings for the other boy won’t last, and hopes that by the time he wakes up the following day, the pain in his chest disappears completely. 
his phone lights up with a brand new text and aiden begins to type out a reply without really reading what the text said.
'can you promise you won’t hate me too?'
the reply gets deleted, and he sends tyler another meme instead.
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sbrn10 · 1 month
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apollos-boyfriend · 8 months
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Icarus sometimes I think you manifest things. Like thats just a superpower of yours that sometimes on a random thursday of the month activates
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when i chose my url i accidentally signed myself up to fulfilling this meme at least once per few months
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silly tag game. reblog with what vocaloid/vocal synth you think you sound like most :3
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quinloki · 3 months
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Speak sweetly to me you say:
“The things I wish to see your lips do.”
“The things I’ll do to you with these lips.”
He replies, the depth of such a promise sitting on his grin.
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colecassiidy · 24 days
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Talk to me abt ur muse's experience w natural disasters
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pauls1967moustache · 2 months
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Asking as a fan, would you ever consider writing a mcharrison fic?
i would consider writing anything that tickled my brain
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general-kalani · 4 months
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You're not getting your boyfriend back. Fuck you.
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coreofgold · 10 months
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@mvsicinthedvrk for Xie Lian for a post event starter
This is just like back home. . .like how the snakes at the remains to Banyue kingdom lost control, so too did Timothy he slithered and got comfy in the flowers Xie Lian as supposed to deliver. "Timothy stop !" Ban Yue ran and tried to scoop Timothy out. "I am sorry Xie Lian. . .sometimes he doesn't listen." They keep trying
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