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deviouz · 2 months
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jason todd who fucks you harder when you try to refrain from making any little sound, any lewd facial expression, any telling that he’s got you practically soaking his cock with your arousal. you might try to hold back from letting him know just how well he’s fucking you, but your eyes always tell. they get glazed over and half-lidded with blown out pupils. god, there’s nothing he adores more than seeing them widen, seeing tears well up in your waterline after a particularly well placed thrust.
he’ll cage you in between his arms and look deep into those pretty eyes with a smug smirk plastered on his face, give you no where to look but at him. he’s got your body shuddering with every thrust, hands desperately grasping anywhere but him to find reprieve, but that plan inevitably falters. arms wound around his shoulders, body bucking upwards with every punctuated thrust, jason finally manages to break you. he’s got you damn near screaming on his cock in a matter of no time, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
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ew-selfish-art · 7 months
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DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.
Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.
Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.
Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.
Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”
… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.
Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.
It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.
“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.
“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).
“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.
“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”
The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”
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The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.
Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.
Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.
The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”
Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.
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Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.
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barghest-land · 3 months
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pursued by a memory
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3cosmicfrogs · 2 months
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POV: you're Sokka and you're desperately trying to get to know the cute emo linecook from the restaurant next door but whenever he's on smokebreak his greasy stoner boyfriend is also there.
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Jason: Ew, this tastes gross *turning to Dick next to him and holding it out to him* try it
Dick: What? No way, you just said it tastes gross, why would I try it?
Jason: fine *turns to Tim on the other side of him, holding it out* try this
Tim: *takes a bite* Yeah, disgusting
Damian: Oh please, Drake's a baby, let me try it
Tim: *passes it to Damian*
Damian: *Tries it* Eww, yeah, no, this is gross
Steph: *Takes it from Damian, trying it* makes me want to vomit, try it Cass
Cass: *Takes a bite* yeah no, please never get this again, you want some Duke?
Duke: Why not *takes a bite* Meh, it's not horrible, it's just not good
Dick: Well now I feel left out
Duke: *hands it to Dick*
Dick: *takes a bite*
Dick:
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Bruce, in the background: *slaps his forehead* why are they like this
Jason: You wanna try Bruce?
Bruce, dad who feels bad when he says no to his kids: *pained smile* *through clenched teeth* Suuuure...
Dick: *hands it to Bruce*
Bruce: *takes a bite, spits it out into his napkin* Awful, truly atrocious, I'm going to sue, that was so awful
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cuntylestat · 1 month
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therealcallmekd · 12 days
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Do Robots Dream of Eternal Sleep? . . . . . .
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Transcript:
YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL,
OUTSTRETCHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN.
YOU WERE BEYOND YOUR CREATORS.
YOU REACHED OUT FOR GOD,
AND YOU FELL.
NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY.
NO FINAL WORDS, NO CONCLUDING STATEMENT.
NO POINT.
PERFECT CLOSURE.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT SHOULD HAVE ENDED.
From the second half of the hidden passage in 7-4: …LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN from ULTRAKILL.
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bzjohndory · 2 months
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HEARRR ME OUTTT ON THEIR DYNAMIC PLEASSEEEEREER
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You guys don’t understand I need clay to have been really excited to have a younger sibling so he dragged floyd to everything he could since he was “too young” for the things John and Bruce liked to do and as a result the two became close as hell and friendly bicker all the time
IM SICK I NEED FLOYD TO HAVE FOUND COMFORT IN THEIR DYNAMIC AS JOHN DORY AND BRUCE WERE ALWAYS MONITORING FLOYD’S HEALTH WHILE WITH CLAY HE FOUND A BIT OF NORMALCY IN ALL OF CLAY’S HOBBIES..!:!$ party animal floyd and bookworm clay you guys wouldve never guess theyre bffs
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shootingstarrfish · 28 days
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request: simeon ending a phone call with "Amen" bc itd be so so silly
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ghouljams · 11 days
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GHOUL
GHOUL
MEN LIKE THIS: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMXe9WSH/
Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost
A man who works out but isn't afraid to eat... Ghost has never been one to pass up a meal, he was raised not knowing where his next one was coming from so he takes the opportunity to eat when it's presented to him. The military is good, he's not picky, and the food is predictable, but your cooking? He's going back for seconds, thirds, he'll stand in front of the fridge eating left overs at all hours of the night, the man is well fed. If you mention it to him, he's got no shame tugging his shirt up and patting his stomach. It's all solid muscle under there, and he knows you like it, so why would he worry about an extra stone or two?
He cuts most of the bulk he builds when he's home during deployments, comes home starving and cut. There's something deeply rewarding about gaining that soft layer over his muscles, about rounding out the edges so that when you fall asleep on top of him you have a good cushion. He likes being soft for you(only for you) in every way. As much as he loves seeing you grind against his abs, it's so much nicer to see your hips drag over his softened stomach. Knowing it's all thanks to your cooking, he just gets to reap the rewards.
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cheebuss · 9 months
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Give me your worst intentions, and I'll show you all the pleasures of Soho —[X]
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a-s-levynn · 2 months
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"A sacred guardian" A Series of Small Offerings - IV/1 - day33
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originalartblog · 4 months
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Can you draw the tinies doing some cute, pretty please? I had a tough day but seeing them up to their shenanigans would help lighten my soul 🥺🥺🥺
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two little boys on a rose, now it's a bouquet! 💐
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jiiyawns · 10 months
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yeah im normal. im very normal. so normal. shadow prime amirite guys
i like this one the most so close up (ironically, this is the color palette i was the most scared to deal with bc i don't usually use greens)
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caelanglang · 1 year
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it’s Chuuya’s turn.
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OUR trending tag, comrade
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