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tim drake au: healing metahuman
tim drake au where tim has a rapunzel-esque metahuman ability, inherited from his mother. when he sings to someone, they will heal.
batman hates metahumans, though, doesn’t he? it’s a mantra tim grew up with, the last words his mother left him with as a child. tim resolves to keep this tidbit of information to himself, fearful of the bat’s wrath.
still, when someone he loves is bruised and battered, passed out and pained, alone in the medbay, tim will sing quietly to them. there’s no one there to spy on tim, no one to call him out on his lies, and he loves his family and won’t let them hurt when he can help.
it’s all fine and dandy until tim is the one that’s hurt, and there is no one to sing sweet comforts for little tim.
it starts when tim is young, small even for a toddler, and he trips down the spiral stairs of a white tiled mansion. thumps echo through empty halls as tim tumbles. tim’s clothes are wrinkled from the impact and he’s bawling, wailing a storm as he clutches his little ankle. he knows intuitively that his mother will not appreciate this, but instinct beckons him to cry for attention. a tall, slim form, clad in white to match the emotionless walls, enters tim’s view and his mother’s face looks heckled. but swiftly, it bleeds into a tender worry and janet scoops her son into her arms and whispers to him meaningless words: a sad attempt at comfort. but when she holds tim’s ankle gently and her voice embraces tim’s being in a warm, tender hold, tim can’t help but feel at peace. a lullaby lulls the child into slumber and he wakes up in his room, ankle healed and clothes fixed.
#tim drake#tim drake au#red robin#batfam#red robin au#metahuman#metahuman tim drake#tim drake my beloved#i just think tim is cool#and deserves nice things#yes i do have a 5+1 for this in my drafts#lmk if u wanna see it ❤️#i have been thinking so thinking about this for so long
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The first link is the NY Post Page Six article (celebrity gossip column) from 2008
Response on Page Six, from Fraser's reps, promising to get the VFX artists paid
Dave Rand's original tweet
#brendan fraser#brendan fraser deserves every nice thing that comes to him#its leverage and who has it
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You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.
You know what I do want?
I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy
I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good
I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.
I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.
#the other things are nice I guess#buddie would be nice#but honestly I don’t care anymore#I just want to see a happy queer character in media#because we don’t even fully have that with hen and Karen#their journey wasn’t an easy one#and why can’t we get queer characters who have a soft loving kind story#whatoh back at it again#evan buckley#tommy kinard#eddie diaz#911 abc#give me a giddy buck who’s nervous and unsure but so excited#give me a Buck who’s awkward but so determined to make this work and to discover more about himself#give me a Tommy who is so soft with him so gentle so kind#because don’t we all deserve that love? doesn’t Evan Buckley deserve that love?#for once I don’t want the angst for him I just want him to be Happy and Free
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thinking about gorgug thistlespring, a barbarian half-orc raised by tinkerer gnomes, who tried to teach him that his anger was not a bad thing, that he was not a burden, that he should channel those negative emotions into something good and positive, like singing or making things, and so he did. he made friends, he learned the drums, he fought, he protected, he saved the world and met multiple who liked him for who he is.
thinking about gorgug thistlespring, a teenage boy with his first girlfriend, who was so devoted to protecting his friends that he made a mistake, he didn’t consider her feelings, so he fought so hard to make it right, he felt so guilty and so angry at himself so he built something just to be able to talk to her again. his parents taught him to channel his emotions and he realised he was just as good at creating as he was at raging. and even when the nightmare king’s forest threw his fears and insecurities in his face, he carried on, for his friends, because “its gorgug, keep going.”
thinking about gorgug thistlespring, an artificer-barbarian who figured out who he is, what he wanted, what he’s good at, who knows how to channel his anger into protecting and creating, to save the world and his friends, only to be told that he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t do what he wanted, his anger was for destruction, not for creating, not for putting his life on the line for his friends, that all the things his parents had taught him, all the things that he had learned while saving the world were wrong.
thinking about gorgug thistlespring.
#FUCK YOU PORTER#PIECE OF SHIT#i’m sorry if some of this makes no sense#i just wanted to rant#because i love gorgug and he deserves all the nice things ever#gorgug thistlespring#dimension 20#fantasy high#d20 fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#fantasy high junior year#d20 fhsy#d20 fhjy#fhjy spoilers
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The cuntiest of outfits for the cuntiest of men <3
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#fanart#sketch#m'art#cuntiest to me at least#if astarion in a fur coat has been done b4 then well#have another one cuz it rules#and he deserves nice things lmao
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#art#fat positivity#body positivity#positivity#birblr#canary#doodle#Sorry I'm a bit all over the place at the moment guys#Had to spend time with my partner's fatphobic family#And I know I'm a thin guy so I am not like directly hurt by the things they believe#But it still was just an awful experience and I'm still kinda feeling that#And it infuriates me that me standing up for what's right is always framed as me being a delicate sensitive anorexic#You should treat fat people nice because they are people and deserve basic decency#I am not being overly sensitive by not wanting to hear your fatphobic crap#You're just not nice people#/rant over#Sorry for my little outburst guys! I am usually an easy going guy#I just get really riled up about this stuff#Fat people are wonderful and it is such a blessing to live in a world with such a huge range of different bodies!
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Obsessed with the idea that Derek loves hearing Stiles talk, that he could listen to him talk for hours, that he uses the sound of his voice to ground himself and be at peace, that it's his favorite sound in the world. That when someone tells Stiles to shut up he'll growl right in their face and tell them to apologize or get lost (even the pack, they don't get a pass when it comes to Stiles).
I especially can't stop thinking about how, at some point, they'll be alone spending time together, and Stiles will be talking and Derek will be listening, until Stiles shuts himself up because he's so used to people getting annoyed when he talks, and he doesn't want to annoy Derek, but Derek just opens his eyes from where he'd been resting his head on Stiles' lap and asks him why he stopped, he obviously was very excited about the new Iron Man movie, come on, keep going.
And anyways yeah I think they're perfect for each other.
#obsessed with them let's be honest#I could talk about derek's love for hearing stiles talk for hours#sterek#eternalsterek#sterek headcanon#stiles stilinski#derek hale#derek hale deserves nice things#stiles stilinski deserves nice things#so basically they deserve each other#teen wolf
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just looking at these hand poses was enough to give me carpal tunnel and that's how u know they're prime megu material
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#yuuji itadori#megumi#yuuji#fanart#jjk fanart#itafushi#sometimes u gotta take a break from drawing megumi to draw different megumi and thats on self care#smiling megu for the soul he said heart emoji i said :D#i tried to do the poses myself and . u kno. im not convinced hands are meant to contort that way guys :( it hurt :(#so yuuji can share my pain i think tht bit is cute#tried smth a bit different w the skin rendering and i rly rly like it holy#very early era vacuumchan inspired :'> lov them SM sighs#also ripped megus jacket directly from a pinterest fit bc one of us deserves nice things :((((#if sukuna wont stop wearing megumi in canon ill just play dress up to cope
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“You’ve never had sex before, have you?” you spit the question out before you can help it. Choso’s eyes go wide at that, his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, before he tries to quickly school his expression to one of indifference. you don’t believe him for a moment though, especially with the way his hands start to tap at the bedsheets beneath him.
“What makes you say that?” he asks you, his voice rough and low. this close, you can see the uncertainty laying there. his hair is still in his signature buns, his fringe covers dark plum eyes that can’t find a single place on your face to settle. they dart from your own gaze to your lips, to your chin where your lipgloss has smeared from kissing him. he squeezes your waist tightly before he places his hands back against the bed, seemingly unsure of what he should do with himself.
“Your mannerisms,” you mutter, head tilted to the side as you start running your finger down the column of his neck. “How unsteady and unsure you are about everything; my body, where your hands should go, how long you should suck on my tongue when you kiss me. You’re so in your head, I figured you’re either nervous because it’s me or because you’ve never done this before.”
“Both.” He answers in a rush of breath, palms finding your waist once more, his eyes a little wider than usual. “My father never taught me anything about sex, and I was too busy taking care of my brothers to really think about it. So this is all,” his voice slowly disappears with every inch of skin you reveal to him, a sly smirk spreading across your face.
“New?” You finish for him, shirt suddenly tossed across the room. He nods with a thick swallow, an obvious struggle to keep looking at your face, scared that he might objectify you and make you uncomfortable, but his look does everything but. “Do you want to fuck me, Choso?”
he groans so loud, you fear he’s cum in his pants already. it sure does feel like it, with how his cock twitches, thick where you rest on top of his pelvis, a wet spot suddenly growing between your legs. you can’t help but rock your hips ever so gently against him, grinning when his eyes fly shut and squeeze, his hands gripping you so tightly that you can’t tell whether or not he wants to stop you or encourage you.
“Do you?” you ask him again when he doesn’t answer, his lip bitten tightly between his teeth. “Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me? Feel me cum on your cock? Don’t you wanna fill me up with your cum?”
he seizes you before you can register his speed, his hands quick and fast and tight and pulling everything he can. you can’t help but laugh against his mouth and let him mold himself to your body in every way that he sees fit.
#the only thing I very much so dislike about writing new characters#is having to make a masterlist ☹️#I lob him tho so much#I want to be so cruel to him in a nice way bc he deserves it#I also have some other ideas I’m writing rn that I might upload tonight!!!#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#choso treats! 🍬
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Uhm excuse me but HOW DID THIS COME OUT OF MY OWN PAINT??!! I’ve only ever done like landscapes and flowers??!! And now I have an oil of FOX WITH A CACTUS??!!
… Should I paint more commanders with houseplants?
(Edit - I did! Plant Buire is apparently a series now!)
Part 2: Commander Wolffe and his Wolfsbane
#Commander Fox deserves nice things#clones as plant buire??#Look I can nitpick my own work for days but like#Im not mad about this#commander fox#clone wars art#star wars art#oil painting#Can’t do digital art so gotta try something right?#just surprised it worked#plant buir
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Family cuddle
#rote#realm of the elderlings#my art#rote fanart#fitzloved#fitzchivalry farseer#the fool#beloved#bee farseer#assassin's fate#assassin's fate spoilers#fitz and the fool trilogy#fitz and the fool spoilers#rote spoilers#art#illustration#Today it's been exactly one year since I posted my very first rote fanart! So this is something of a redo of that same idea.#That fanart was the first thing I drew after years of not even touching a pen and honestly I was a nervous wreck when I posted it.#But as it turned out. the people in this fandom are incredibly nice and welcoming. so thank you all for always giving me the motivation#to keep practicing and drawing/painting these amazing characters <3#(and sorry for writing a sappy novel in my tags lol)#anyway i will forever be thinking about AUs where these three get to be an actual family. they deserve it
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Terzo and Omega forgetting the world around them, just for a moment.
Accompanying ficlet [HERE] 🖤
[My Socials] | [Prints]
#HHEHHEHHEE LOOK I WROTE!!!!! AND DREW NICE THINGS!! cause they deserve it ;w;#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost#ghost fanart#terzo#terzo emeritus#nameless ghouls#papa emeritus iii#ghost the band#omega3#terzomega#papa emeritus fanart#ghost fanfiction#now i can suffer creatively TWICE
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The 212th medics have enlisted the help of one very tired Marshal Commander in order to wrangle Obi-wan “it’s not broken if I can still move it” Kenobi post mission. There are holo recordings now being circulated around as blackmail.
#codywan#the clone wars#212th attack battalion#obiwan kenobi#commander cody#the medics need a break#obiwan deserves nice things#cody is so done#captora art
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so what if mikage reo is running late and crashes to you—a culinary student, also late—on his rush. predictably, the coffee in his hand got spilled all over his expensive coat. unpredictably, you—a scholarship student too busy trying to survive—don't know how rich he actually is and automatically offer to compensate him somehow.
since washing his coat somehow will cost you ten times your rent while buying one is simply asking for a lifelong debt, you offer to him what you do best—your cooking for a full month. at first, reo really doesn't want it as he doesn't mind. also, stranger danger? but since you are adamant enough to even offer him "i will make it in front of you!" he ends up accepting it.
and somehow, as people say, a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. reo kind of falls in love a bit too hard and a bit too clumsily before he knows it. but hey, if the love of his life is offering him lunch with a full-blown smile maybe learning to be a proper domestic husband while juggling soccer and business is worth it.
#1:
"so, is it good?" you asked in the manner of a true excited cook.
reo wanted to say that he knew it would be good even before he put your food in his mouth. or say that even if you offer him to eat a marshmallow that is one fire he will still do it for you at this point. or maybe he really should just blurt out, "it is. please marry me and let me have your cooking for the rest of my life. i love you."
but, reo has his pride as your trusted food tester—so, with a wide grin that was objectively handsome if not a bit too full of love, reo answered, "very! guess, studying and testing all those spices really paid off, huh?"
#2:
"can you guys—" nagi paused, making a face as if he was tasting the words on his tongue, "—just get it together?"
you blinked. "uh? pardon?"
nagi didn't raise his head from his phone. "reo keeps looking at you like he wants to—"
"dude," chigiri interrupted, kicking nagi's leg visibly. nagi grunted, which chigiri ignored him in favor of offering you a nervous laugh instead. "sorry, reo kind of ruined his game yesterday. he kept grudges—"
"hey, reo kicked my head—"
chigiri immediately kicked nagi's shin hard enough that the table shook. you spared the white-haired male a pitying squint as you tried to not wince too much. you really should have gone to pick up the food with reo.
note: aka a post canon romcom au no plot no braincell just vibe of supportive x supportive. it's reo just falling in love with you who offer good food and good mental support. and hey this au entails classic "rich guy tries domestic mundane things he never even touch once" which of course would let to reo getting your guidance (while staring longing at you like a boy in love). at least this is reo, so through sheer power of natural learning capability and also love, he will do it right at the second or third time. oh, of course nagi and chigiri is there. chigiri wishes reo would stop bragging about your food and you if he isn't going to grow a bone and confess. nagi wishes reo would stop hitting him each time you send him an emoji or a praise—reo you are ruining his full combo. aka do you see idiot 1 & idiot 2? there is never too many idiots to lovers. might have went way too self indulgence thinking about this—"after bllk they still go to uni" this kind of thinking should tell you enough how many braincel is present here. but. uh yeah. "i want to support and comfort reo" is a feeling. anyway ok. thanks for reading this blurb i should be doing something else rn but 🫶 yeah have this. take this. love u.
#bllk#blue lock imagines#bllk imagines#bllk x reader#blue lock#blue lock fluff#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#bllk fluff#bllk scenarios#reo fluff#mikage reo x reader#reo x reader#ngl im also manifesting a culinary cutie rn so there is that. but im also manifesting actual mikage reo#but all in all the thought of two kind supportive people finding each other is a nice thought like “you deserves good things”#drabbles#drabble#maybe one day soon#blurbs
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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do.
He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him.
Was it Laura?
Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.
She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.
Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.
Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.
Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly.
That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.
Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.
The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.
The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many.
Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.
In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.
Alpha.
Big sister.
But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.
He never told her about Kate.
And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack.
Now, he remembers that last time.
“I'm going out.”
Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him.
It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back.
“What's this for?”
“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”
Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…
He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed.
“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”
Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away.
“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.
Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.
Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.
Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.
“Just—out.”
Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back.
That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.
It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.
Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach.
Stiles.
“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.
He knows all about those.
“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it.
But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.
Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck.
Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”
And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.
More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.
Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.
He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude?
Stiles's dude.
It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less.
“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."
Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again.
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for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)
#sterek#sterek ficlet#sterek fic#sterek oneshot#POV derek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#derek x stiles#stiles x derek#m/m#queer fic#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#teen wolf fanfic#teen wolf fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#laura hale#derek and laura#hale pack feels#angst#hurt/comfort#hugs#derek hale deserves nice things#stiles stilinski is a nice thing#tcats writes#teencopandthesourwolf
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shout out to juri for being everyone’s autistic dad and older lesbian sister figure at the same time
#in my heart at LEAST#wakaba calls juri oneesama in the game and i think about that a lot#also miki and juris dynamic in general…. wahhh…#AND JURI GIVING HER SWORD TO UTENA AND JUST EVERYTHING#utena and juris girlkissing solidarity is everything to me…#juri deserves nice things and good friends and family#juri arisugawa#revolutionary girl utena#rgu
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