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bthebeachboi · 2 years
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I was a kid, but I wasn't clueless
(Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this)
“G, darling, why won’t you go with your siblings to Pennsylvania?” 
Slowly, the oldest looked at her, holding the US tight by his collar and looked at his sleeping family on the couch. He knew the pain in two colored eyes, he knew that old, undying fear and he knew that it meant a lot of things, but good ones. Silently he grabbed his notebook and when the tall woman in front of him looked back at his friend, he threw it with all his strength.
She let go of the young man, who backed up and barely kept his balance. Gov saw how he tried to speak up, but he didn’t care.
“Why would you do it?” She was cold, like a breeze in Alaska, yet he stood there like she didn’t have any power above him. “Why, Government?”
She never screamed, only using her physical force to hurt them, to punish them for what they did. That’s good, they wouldn’t wake up his siblings. 
“Because-” he started, yet she hit him before he could be done. His nose cracked, something in him felt broken, but he couldn’t be bothered. “Because you were trying to hurt the US, I can’t let it happen.” 
She was always like that, her anger was so hot it turned cold, blue eyes were sharp and if they could kill, he knows he would’ve been dead by now. His friend was already out of the room, since he ran as fast as he could when he noticed she ignored him.
The US wasn't always scared of the British Empire, even if he had his moments, but he could never handle it when she got aggressive, fearing for his people, for his own family. That was something the Gov could understand, worrying what will happen to people close to you, those who you love.
Or could he?
Another punch landed closer to his eye, her favorite ring ripped his skin, leaving a small open wound. Blood slowly fell down, painting gray carpet red, making them both look down.
“...You will clean that whole thing, do you understand? That’s your punishment.” 
“Yes Ma'am.”
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The US finally was free, free of her cold gaze and her sharp nails, and he looked so happy. He hugged his friends close to his chest, Massachusetts was chuckling under his breath and even York smiled lightly.
After some time, the British Empire was gone, she died and left her younger sister, now called the United Kingdom, alone. Sometimes, when he ended up meeting her, she would give him the same cold stare full of hatred, but as always, it never bothered him.
After a few years, or maybe more, his younger brother took the position as the Government, as Congress, and it was fine, he was fine.
Until hell broke loose.
DC was in the building, worrying for his life and trying to leave, never being fully able to do so and everyone learnt why only the Gov could be what they were trying to give to him. DC was scared, he felt emotions that his brother could never feel, like IDC and CDC.
So he was stripped from his family, like always. He was always different, in the name and in the way he was, so they took them away physically and legally, making him alone. Silently, he sat in his brother’s place, looking at states in front of him and acting, like he always did. 
I mean, why wouldn’t he? He was here just to make sure everything went like the US wanted it to go.
One day he was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee and reading the papers he had to take care of when Mass and PA walked in. They shared a look, but he didn’t even have time to think about it. Rough, bandaged hands grabbed his face lightly and a pair of gray-ish purple eyes looked into his dark blue one’s. 
“Oh Congress, my dear, it’s actually you.” Penn State sounded soft and, oh so sad. “All this time you were alive? Where have you been? The last time I- we’ve seen you was when Louisiana joined, wasn’t it?”
They knew the difference. - rang in his mind, annoying him. - How did they know? Was he so different from their DC? (Was he always so different from all of his siblings?)
“...Yes.” he finally answered, lightly nodding. “I had to take care of other things, so I was, well, brushed to the side.”
I was swapped, replaced, they didn’t need me, but they needed the job done. “Brushed to the side” more like thrown to the trash, like I wasn’t supposed to be, like I was wrong for being. 
One of the fingers slightly brushed his skin, like he tried to make sure he was real and PA slowly breathed in and hugged him. 
And for the first time he actually felt everything around him, his ex friend’s choking warmth and his sweet smell, his more awake part tried to remember their name, but he couldn’t be bothered. His mug was taken from his hand by Mass near him, when all he could do was hug Penn State back, holding him like he would lose him again, like he would be taken away.
And maybe he felt the tears in his eyes, maybe he felt all those years of pain and fear that they won’t survive until tomorrow, that the US will die in front of him, maybe he finally felt like the life he had was something he wanted to have. 
Years of being empty can’t be taken that easily, but it changed something, something broken in him moved, shards of it pushing deeper than any knife. 
(Killing him quicker than his friend’s hands that one day that he pushed him too far.)
“When you disappeared, we were sure you died, that DC was new you, but you and your blue fucking eyes are not easy to forget, brat.” his voice was heavy, like when they met after his first war, holding so much weight that he never should have to carry. “Why weren’t you the one we got, why weren’t you with us?”
He wanted to repeat himself, that it’s because he wasn’t actually needed, that he wasn’t the one they wanted, but was it enough? Was it the real reason? He couldn’t remember why, he just knew that after his first death, it all went to shit, that the US didn’t want him around, so when the Louisiana broke, his last death occurred, he was thrown out for “his safety”.
Still holding PA, he tried to remember what his friend told him back then.
“...It’s because you have your mother’s eyes.” the US sobbed, while holding his neck in a tight grip. “I can’t… Gov I can’t handle your cold fucking gaze, don’t be around me.”
He started shaking, his nails digging deep into Pennsylvania’s shirt. Was he really so similar to her that he hurt him? He looked around, searching for something to see himself in, noticing the fridge behind two older people, just to learn something new.
He couldn’t see his own face.
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suntails · 1 month
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toot toot!
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vader-anakin · 10 months
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"The incredibly annoying guy in front of me with the staring problem".
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arieswritez · 7 months
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vincible
vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)
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alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :
cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D
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"why's it looking at me like that?"
the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.
your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.
your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.
however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"
you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.
finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.
you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.
"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.
the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.
you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.
"they cuddle you while im not here?"
mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"
"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.
"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"
mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.
he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.
he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.
this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.
your plushie's fought dirty and won.
"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."
"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."
he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"
you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."
mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."
you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.
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shima-draws · 5 months
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yoursweetwife · 2 months
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Veritas Ratio respects you as a friend and as a colleague of a scientist with whom he has known for a long time, but sometimes Ratio cannot understand why at some point you behave like a smart and educated person, and then you approach to him during lunch and show him a toy that you say looks like him! This purple angry cat. If Ratio didn't know you (and if he weren't a fool in love), he would scold you in his usual manner, but the only thing he can do at that moment is to gently call you an idiot and change the subject( You're both adults, but he'll be damned if he sees you sad because of him, and he definitely won't let others laugh at you), although his gaze still keeps returning to the toy in your hands.
And you might think that it would all end there, but after a while you see on his table a toy in the shape of a cat, suspiciously similar to you. The strangest thing is that he doesn't even get angry when you tease him about it, which makes you doubt whether this is really Veritas Ratio. But the moment his book almost touches your head, you realize that he is still the same.
“Veritas, look - you brought the purple cat to the toy in his hands. - now we will always be close to each other!”
A small smile formed on his frowning face at the sight of your beaming smile. It turns out that sometimes it's nice to be an idiot.
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chaosinterlude · 1 year
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“lucifer is sadistic and mean!! he’s so serious and scary!!”
meanwhile,
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he’s just a silly man who wishes for a domestic life with his partner and dog <3
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stealingyourbones · 3 months
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Submitted Prompts #160
I was listening to that song "Space is Cool" that a fan made with Markiplier videos (what can I say, the music is really good).
And it reminded me of Danny, who's also so very in love with space.
And now I'm getting a clear mental picture of Danny full-on GUSHING about Space, in a sort of Outside POV thing.
Like, a Danny who's going to Uni in somewhere like Gotham or Star City, and got into the Astronomy club. And their "recruitment video" is just the cute freshman who adores space and will take any chance he gets to gush about it.
There's a lot of shots zoomed in on his pupils doing the cat thing of going from slits to big pools of black (like a black hole at the center of a galaxy) and his freckles start glowing in constellation patterns.
They go on an outing to the nearest Observatory, make it a sleepover thing, and sleepy Danny stretches and howls like a star, flops onto the nearest classmate and Club Member, and starts purring whenever they pet him.
He may be a meta, but they'll be damned if anyone blabbers to Batman about it.
Cue one Conner Kent coming to Gotham to tour their University, to pick where he wants to go when it's his turn next year, and find himself sitting next to Danny when he goes off on a rant about some deep space scans that caught images of Krypton before the explosion.
When asked about his opinion on the Supers, Danny, who's gotten so used to casual affections being directed towards him in the form of head scratches and hugs (they make Danny purr and light up in all kinds of patterns, so the club members do it as often as they can), pats him on the head and quietly praises Superboy for all the important work he does, and how his cloned little sister has always seen him as a mark that being a clone means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and it's who you are that counts.
Conner goes back to his parents in happy tears and with an invitation to attend Gotham U if he so chooses.
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esmes · 4 months
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that wouldn't be too painful, would it? 🎥 @theriddletrades
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canisalbus · 17 hours
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doodle of machete
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poetsoflove · 1 month
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Remembering the time when I had a baby boy who would send me audios of himself whimpering and moaning every night because he knew how sensitive my ears are and that I couldn't sleep without listening to ASMR or other sounds I liked.
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chalkrub · 19 days
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return of mendel
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phykoha · 9 months
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His and Dream's styles conflict so much and I love it tbh
also I'm sobbing
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blueparadis · 8 months
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nanami is always so serious and stoic. its not that he doesn't enjoy a rush of god humor and witty remarks, but maybe the person evoking the humor matters sometimes. And most of the time, it is hard to keep up with him while talking or even listening due to his pool-like silence. He is not that controlling and intimidating underneath, not really. actually, he hates barking orders to others but people won't work unless they are asked too...lazy workers.
But after that bone chilling controlling wall starts to melt, you notice it is not that hard to look him in the eye, maintain the eye contact, pay attention while he is talking to you and for once not playing with your fingers, nipping your nails but it is also oh so dangerous. And, for the first time you observe his handsome features: his echoing eyes, his sharp nose, his lips, that perfectly shaped jaw-line.
When he notices that you are noticing him, he stops talking and swallows; lowering his tone he gently mutters, "Do whatever you're thinking of doing," adding a please at the beginning; so, its: "please do whatever you are thinking of doing,"
maintaining the same gap between you two since he does not want to scare you or eat that boldness of yours with his bossy aura. He is perfectly aware how intimidating he seem to others and sometimes its painful how people avoid so, there is always a sort of requesting tone if he wants something from you.
"Could you please pass me the water?"
"I would like a cup of coffee. black, could you...maybe?"
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tizzymcwizzy · 1 year
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yet again, chat noir has gotten me out of art block, and become my default for when i don't know what character to draw,,,,, HE'S JUST STANDING THERE! BEING PRETTY!!! IDK MAN
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