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spacedace · 7 months

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Had a thought about the Reluctant War and made myself a bit sad and I have no idea if it'll make it into the story proper so I'm going to inflict it upon all you guys:

Dick Grayson on the streets of Gotham trying to do everything he can to help as everyone join the ghosts in fighting the GIW, suddenly has a version of the GAV barreling down towards him and for some reason he can't get out of the way in time.

He thinks he's about to join the army of the dead in a whole new way, when the tank fo a vehicle is suddenly sent flying as something massive charged it from the side. He hears a familiar bellowing and then realizes that it's Zitka, a ghost after passing away peacefully a few years before.

She wasn't apart of the army of the ghosts, wasn't brought in to fight. She's just been following her tiny human child around all these years and now that there's enough ecto in the air to do so, she's going to protect him with all her might.

Dick is emotional, so thankful to have his old friend back, but the city is still in a state of chaos. He gets onto Zitka's back and they get to work, running - flying - around helping to grab the injured and whisk them away to safety or take out other GAVs and the like.

It's absurd and freeing and wonderful all at once to be literally flying through the skies of Gotham on the ghost of his elephant best friend, and if Dick wasn't already on the side of King Phantom he is *now* and -

He gets shot off Zitka's back.

A GIW agent was aiming for the Ghost elephant but somehow *missed* and hit Dick instead. Not enough to injure him too badly, but enough to send him flying off Zitka's back and plummeting to the ground. His grapple is broken, and Zitka is diving for him but she's being shot at and she's not going to make it in time and -

A hand, reaching out to him in midair, familiar with its callouses and strong grip as he reaches out and grasps it, body suddenly swinging in a different direction and muscles acting on memory as he falls into the old, achingly familiar routine of his childhood. His mother, ethereal and bright as she smiles down at him, hanging upside down from a bar suspended from nothing but open sky as they swing and he is let go, flipping on instinct and caught by the steady strong hands of his father.

The Flying Graysons reunited in the skies above Gotham, Dick's ghostly parents determined to ensure their little bird never falls the way they did.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dick grayson #zitka the elephant #the flying graysons #the reluctant war #reluctant war au #i'm just really in my feels this morning about Dick reuniting with his dead family members #lile they're there because they always have been there watching over him #now he's just able to see and interact with them #and don't even get me started about Thomas and Martha Wayne running around helping Alfred and their grandkids #Alfred getting cornered and out of ammo just for someone to shoot off a GIW agent's head with a shotgun and he turns to see martha there #One of the kids gets injured and a ghost with an old fashioned doctor's bag drops down and takes care of them #and he looks so *familiar* that in their out of sorts state the batkid thinks it's Bruce #and Thomas just pats them gently and says: close chum. you can call me grandpa if you like #I'M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS THIS MORNING ABOUT ALL OF THIS OKAY 😭😭😭

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wreckedandpolemic · 2 months

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baby i'm yours - matty healy

(mdni) in which you’ve missed your husband during his long day at work. a white and gold future fic. 1885 words.

warnings: spanking, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight dumbification, breeding kink, overstimulation

It’s been a year since you and Matty got married, and six months since you quit your job. It’s been fucking amazing, knowing you don’t have to take care of anyone’s responsibilities or manage anyone’s life but your own. Your family and friends met your decision with raised eyebrows, gentle concern, but you really, truly couldn’t be happier. You practically live for the smile on your husband’s face when you greet him at the door, sometimes with a plate and others wearing nothing but a smile.

For a minute, you lose yourself in a daydream about last night, your legs over Matty’s shoulders, his fingers buried in your cunt and his tongue insistent and sure over your clit. Heat spirals between your legs, the memory of your body’s collapse washing over you in exquisite detail. A harsh clatter of ceramic against metal startles you out of your thoughts, the plate you’d been holding having slipped from your grip in your distraction.

A dark chuckle rings low around you, and, startled, you whip around to find its source. Matty watches you with a smirk, leaning carelessly against the counter. “Hi, baby,” he grins, eyes wide as he drinks in the sight of you dressed only in an apron and white lingerie. “What’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, a flush creeping up your cheeks. “Just dropped a plate. Soapy hands, s’all. It happens,” you say, cracks webbing through your thin veil of nonchalance the longer he observes you.

Matty tilts his head a fraction. “How come you didn’t hear me come in?” You bite your lip, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe I wanted to make you wait for it,” you tease, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

He steps closer, chest rising and falling as his eyes darken. “That’s not very nice, is it, angel?”

The look in his eyes means he’s expecting an answer, the cool, impassive mask of dominance slipping over his face. “No, Daddy,” you say, avoiding his searching gaze.

Another step closer. “That’s right. But I think you’re lying to me, baby. Good girls tell the truth, yeah?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” you say, not looking up as he crowds you, close enough that you can smell cigarette smoke on his breath. “Was thinking about you.” Matty crooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “About how you made me feel so good.” You press your body against his, the heat of him soaking against your skin through the thin fabric of your clothes.

“‘S that why you dressed up all pretty, baby? So desperate for me you wanna have my cock as soon as I get home?” He speaks the words against your lips, teasingly close to a kiss. “Drives me fuckin’ crazy, princess. Coming home, seeing my pretty housewife all ready for me. Bet you’re so wet I could just bend you over right now, huh?”

You moan, stretching up towards him and catching him in a kiss, pouring your desire against his mouth as his hands come up to untie the string of your apron. The warmth of his touch races up your spine, anticipation thrumming under your skin. A whine escapes you as he pulls away to lift the apron over your head, letting it crumple on the floor as his head falls to your neck.

Matty kisses over last night’s bruises, smirking against your skin as you whimper softly at the pressure on your sore skin. “You want that, princess? Yeah? C’mon, be a good girl, turn around for me,” he instructs, and you obey unthinkingly, bracing yourself against the counter. “There’s my sweet girl,” he says, fingers brushing over your wetness, understimulating as you try to grind down against him. “Not so fast,” he chides. “You still lied to me tonight, angel. Need to punish you before I give you what you want, okay?” He slides your panties down your legs, letting you step out of them as they fall to the floor and sliding the lace of your dress over your hips.

“Okay, Daddy. You know best.” You lean further forward, baring the smooth, round flesh of your ass to him. A sound that’s somewhere between a cry and a moan tears from your throat and you jolt forward at the first, harsh contact of his hand against your skin.

“Say thank you, baby. ‘M teaching you how to behave. Training up my little housewife, yeah?” Your mind is melting, body turning liquid, letting him mould you into whatever shape he wants.

“Thank you, Daddy. Wanna be perfect for you,” you murmur absently, gasping as he strikes again, twice in quick succession. “Thank you,” you repeat, your world blurring at the edges as you sink deeper into submission, pleasure welling at the base of your spine.

Matty delivers two more hits, blurted gratitude falling from your lips each time. The pain swirls in your veins and clouds your mind, tangling with the ecstasy that beats in your bloodstream. “Good girl. Took it so well, princess.” One of his hands comes up to paw at your tit, pinching your nipple gently through the thin lace.

“Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you whine, grinding back against him, the pressure on your clit barely relieving.

The sound of his belt unlatching, of a zipper sliding, makes your cunt clench with excitement, Matty’s quiet moan as he palms himself sweet in your ear. “So fucking wet, sweetheart. Such a dirty girl, getting soaked from a spanking.” His nails dig into your hips. “My dirty girl.”

“Yours,” you whimper, breaking into a moan as he finally thrusts into you, burying himself in one stroke. “All yours, Daddy.” You roll your hips back against him, clenching your cunt as he fucks you, heat blooming under your skin with every deep thrust.

Matty grips your hips, sharp points of pain digging into your skin, the sensation warming into pleasure that vibrates at the base of your skull. Thought evades you, Matty slamming into you so hard that thought evades you, liquid pleasure dripping over your brain. Uninhibited moans flow freely from your lips and his, the sounds melting with the wet, obscene sounds of sex in a lewd melody you wish you could save and listen to on repeat. “So beautiful like this, angel. Can’t even fucking think, can you? Just wanna be a pretty little hole for me, huh?”

His words wash over you, cunt clenching pathetically around him. “‘M just your toy, Daddy,” you choke out, struggling to pull the words from your hazy, staticky mind. Euphoria coils low in your stomach, hot and tense where you drip against Matty’s cock. You widen your legs in a desperate attempt to urge him deeper, pleasure thick and sticky in your lungs as you gasp for breath.

“Love fucking you like this, baby. That pretty cunt all stretched out around me. Fucking made to take my cock, yeah?” he praises, kissing over your neck, biting bruises into the sensitive flesh. You whine, the mark of his ownership over you stretching warm under your skin.

His hips never slow, keeping a brutal but measured pace, designed to pull you close to the edge without letting you fall. He holds you there torturously, dangling your orgasm in front of you like Tantalus’ fruit as you moan softly. Ecstasy thrums heavy between your thighs, tension agonisingly close to breaking. “Please, Daddy. Wanna cum,” you whine.

“You think you deserve it?” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, the words curling through you, the implication sending a pulse of dread through you. “You want Daddy to make you cum, angel?”

You whimper, legs weak and trembling, clenching your cunt around him helplessly. “Yes. Been a good girl, Daddy. I want it so bad. Please,” you beg, a broken moan falling from your lips as Matty’s fingers find your clit, pleasure building endless under your skin.

“Made for this, hm? Made to be my girl, take care of my house so I can come home and only care about getting you all cockdrunk and happy, yeah?” He pinches your clit, the sensation spiralling gloriously up your spine. “Go on, darling, cum all over Daddy’s cock,” he orders, one final rough circle over your clit breaking you.

Sparks explode behind your lids, your vision whiting out as your orgasm slams into you, heat soaking into your bones as arousal floods out of you. Matty fucks you through, hips bucking against yours with abandon, wild as he edges closer. Moaning incoherently, you ride out the sensation, taking everything he gives you eagerly.

Coming down from your high, you whine as his hips slow. “Want you to keep going, Daddy. Want you to fill me up,” you moan, turning your head to look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He laughs softly, a filthy smirk pulling at his lips. “That right, baby?” he murmurs, pace speeding, your body simply a vessel dragged along for the ride. “Want me to fuckin’ stuff you full, fuck you so hard I put a baby in you?” You moan wantonly, overstimulation driving you wild. “Fuck, can feel how much you want that. Fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight, darling. ‘M close,” he promises, still in that same, punishing rhythm. With a final groan, he spills inside of you, painting your walls white as he pumps you full.

The sound as he pulls out of you is obscene, your body going limp as it finally relaxes. Then, Matty’s fingers brush over your dripping hole, and it flutters under your touch. You whimper something incoherent, and he croons softly. “Just a little more, if you’re up for it, princess. Need to fuck it back into you, nice and deep so it takes, yeah?”

Your legs turn to jelly, a flood of heat rushing through you. “Please,” you moan, whimpering as the tips of Matty’s fingers stroke over your cunt, gathering up his cum before he presses it back into you. You take him in greedily, the stretch familiarly gorgeous as he thrusts his fingers into you, slow and deep.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, taking Daddy’s cum like a good girl.” Pleasure builds in your chest, slow-moving as it absorbs you and you let yourself fall into the sensation. “Gonna cum again, darling?” You nod powerlessly, words failing you. “Cum for me, sweet girl,” Matty says, urging instead of ordering, but it works the same. Your cunt throbs around his fingers, the second orgasm less intense, soft bliss washing over you as Matty slips his fingers out of you. You watch, eyes lidded, as he cleans his fingers, sucking the combined taste of you off his fingers with a moan. “You feeling good?” he asks, gently flipping you around to face him, holding you steady as your legs go weak.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmur, gazing up at him adoringly.

“Anything for you, angel. C’mere, let me take my wife to bed.” He gathers you in his arms, picking you up bridal style and letting you curl into his chest. No matter how many times you hear it, Matty calling you my wife always brings a smile to your face.

“Love you,” you murmur, gazing sweetly up at him.

“I love you, princess.”

#call me old fashioned but i was raised to SERVE my husband etc etc #Oh to be his slutty little housewife <3 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #writing #smut #white and gold

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ishdaj · 2 months

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Finished Subnautica earlier and the brainrot compelled me to draw the Sea Emperor Leviathan as a mermaid. She's so cool I love her so much ;-;

Hopefully the first in a series. Definitely not the last Subnautica art I'll be producing.

Textless version below the cut:

#subnautica #subnautica spoilers #ryley robinson #sea emperor leviathan #sea emperor subnautica #subnautica fanart #call me old fashioned but i was raised to serve my queen. clean for her. cook for her and everything i do is for her.#She's mother (literally)#hello wildbow mutuals this isn't green eyes but i hope you appreciate this mermaid art all the same

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unnecessarilygrandiose · 23 days

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giiiiiirl what the fuck. the way everyone has been talking about tommy you'd think he was closer to 50 than 40. you're telling me the actor who plays him is only thirty-nine???

#I MEAN CALL ME OLD FASHIONED BUT I DO NOT THINK 8 YEARS IS THAT HUGE AN AGE GAP WHEN YOU'RE BOTH IN YOUR THIRTIES???#CERTAINLY NOT WHEN YOU'VE DATED A WOMAN MORE THAN 15 YEARS OLDER THAN YOU???#and ok. the actor and character's age need not be the same HOWEVER.#we don't fucking know what timeline 911 operates on and so we're going by my rules #a la all characters are their actors' age except eddie who's youngest #911 abc #tommy kinard #lou ferrigno jr

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sygneth · 6 months

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FINALLY some good photos of Halloween costumes (ft my friends as Azi and Belzebub!!) i am so happyyy

silly photos down here

#yes we did the will smith meme don't judge us #personal?#cosplay #good omens #ineffable husbands #good old fashioned lover boy that's how they call me #good omens cosplay #crowley cosplay #anthony j crowley #crowley #aziraphale #belzebub #stuck with red hair forever

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braceletofteeth · 4 months

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#favorite tropes (2/∞): Enter the White Knight

#bad and crazy #utsukuahii kare: eternal #my beautiful man: eternal #evilive #biography of a villain #high&low the worst x #high&low the worst cross #gifset #favorite tropes #*#//#for those who don't know #white knight (noun): one that comes to the rescue of another #... call me old-fashioned or whatever. idc. idc.#I love when people show care and protectiveness over others and this trope is that with a ~dramatic entrance~ as a bonus. who could resist.

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cometblaster2070 · 15 days

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i actually just really like the dynamic of apple and maddie being together, like not in a romantic way; but regardless it's genuinely such a FUN pairing??

like the contrast between those two is such a fun dynamic to play with, because on one hand we have apple, who is a complete stick in the mud, she is basically the posterchild for ever after high in a sense.

she's a stickler for tradition and is very obviously gunning for her destiny. she's someone who likes rules, she's someone who likes order; in fact, she's someone who enforces rules and order. apple is someone who's rather straightforward and very neat and orderly. she carefully plans out each and every thing to make sure that she's on top of everything, and to make sure that nothing can go wrong; she leaves no room for error. apple is also someone who doesn't like chaos, who doesn't like disorder, she doesn't like having elements that she can't control (which in this case could be raven choosing not to sign etc. etc.) and again, apple white is someone who loves structure.

maddie is a bit different obviously. maddie is a proud wonderlandian through and through and damn if she's going to let someone give her shit about that. maddie speaks in riddles. she wears a giant fucking hat out of which she can pull out every known thing to man apparently. she can interact with the narrators of their world and is, i think, the only who ever came close to realizing that their world is one that is fictional and they are just characters.

maddie is nonsensical. she is the opposite of order, the opposite of someone who follows rules and plans and the opposite of someone who loves structure; which is, in this case, apple. maddie is someone who can very easily do the impossible, like eat rocks for instance, if not told that this feat is impossible. she thinks outside the box in all occasions. she's fiercely intelligent and wise but her way of thinking is so unorthodox very few are able to understand her. maddie likes being free i believe. she likes having the freedom to do what she wants, hence she also likes her destiny because the mad hatter's destiny is a rather flexible one.

regardless, i think it's such a fun dynamic to have. you have someone who desperately clings to rules and plans and schedules and orders and who constantly builds upon them and supports them and backs them up in order to feel some semblance of control.

and then you have someone who could not give less of a shit about these rules, who could give less of a shit about conforming to the ideals of ever after high, and who is rather well off simply living in their own way, as they would wish to, without having someone to impose regulations or boundaries upon them.

apple is, genuinely, order exemplified. she is everything that is Ever After High; she follows her destiny to a T, she doesn't want anything else, has never wanted anything else, because this is all she's had in her life. she wants to have control over all things at all times because in the one instance where she wasn't in control, where she was going to drown. she clings heavily to destiny, to order itself, because she feels like it's the safest thing she has; the most sure thing she has.

maddie is, in a sense you could say, chaos exemplified. she's the opposite of what apple white is. maddie likes her destiny, sure, but she's not hellbent on enforcing the ideal of destiny; she'd just rather everyone be happy and free to do what they want. there are no sure things for maddie, someone who is a refugee in a strange new world, someone who had her home ripped away from her. they are no sure things for her but she doesn't let that get in her way, because she realizes that you can't control everything and she ends up much better off for it.

and i think it's such a strange dynamic, these two. the person who fears the loss of order the most and the one who easily breaks it on a whim.

#eah #ever after high #long post #sorry about that #wanted to make a silly thing on apple and maddie #and it spiralled a bit out of control #whoops #apple white #madeline hatter #ever after high and it's fucked up concept of destiny you've gotten to me yet again #also maddie casually eating rocks will never not be funny to me #her power is LITERALLY doing the impossible unless stated otherwise #and apple is not up for that wacky nonsense #yk she's just someone who is very happy to follow tradition and her old-fashioned ways and call it a day #she doesn't WANT to see any alternate routes #the contrast #i love it

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