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lennadanvers · 4 months

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Eddie Munson being completely in love with you and showing it despite knowing he doesn't stand a chance.

Yeah, it breaks his heart a little. But he's never been one to love less just because it hurts.

So he designs his campaigns around your D&D character. He finds out your favourite songs and learns to play them in his guitar. He sits next to you in every class you share.

He doesn't let you see what's inside his lunchbox. You asked once and he refused to sell anything to you. Eddie would never allow you to consume what he smokes.

He's not ashamed of his trailer. That's who he is. And he loves having you over. He invites you to dinner there, to watch movies, to hang out.

Every once in a while, he tries a new hairstyle. If you don't like it, at least he'll get to see you laugh. Either way, it's a win.

He stole one of your hair elastics and keeps it in his vest's chest pocket. He found out what perfume you wear and decided to spend some of his hard-earned money in a bottle. He sprays it over his pillow when he feels especially sad.

He's so sweet. He jokes with you, but never about you. Whenever you need backup in a discussion, even if it is silly af, he's on your side.

He pays attention. He stands between you and the people who make you uncomfortable. Steals glances at you.

He bought black nail polish just so you'd paint his nails. He bites it off so you have to fix it. He blushes when you scold him for not taking care of his nails.

He loves having your attention. It's an adrenaline rush. He creates more and more elaborate stories just so you'll keep looking at him.

He puts his jacket on the back of your chair. He's trying to measure how big it would look on you.

If you ever asked, he'd drop to his knees and eat you out until you were completely satisfied. He doesn't care if you'd only use him. He doesn't mind it being a one-time thing, or a friends with benefits dinamic. It's worth it because he knows he can make you feel good (more than good, he can make you lose control and that makes him feel on top of the world).

He's woken up thrusting into his mattres, moaning against his pillow. He feels guilty after, because he knows you'd never do to him what you do in his dreams. Doesn't stop him from cumming in a shaking mess.

When he detangles his hair he pretends it's your hands touching him. It helps him relax.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #fanfiction #stranger things #yes i am delusional #who cares #enjoy anyway #life is dark enough without us avoiding the delulu #collage I guess

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petz5 · 9 months

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girl help i havent drawn in 2 weeks and u can tell from this warmup

#ranma 1/2 #not putting this one in my art tag #enjoy anyway #ft the rare and elusive petz5 boyranma but if ur a genius like me u know all rankane is sapphic rankane

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blood-orange-juice · 7 months

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Ok, you know what. Have a whale bingo. I've got too many conflicting theories.

#skirk #childe #tartaglia #childe's trauma whale #shitposting #crackpot hc #I know it's hard to get a line here #enjoy anyway #bingo #if abyss be thy name I pledge to you my loyalty #I didn't include “childe gets a hug”#with how scant hoyo are with animations it's not possible #but at this point he seriously needs one

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aerknight · 1 year

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snake boys

#snake!sun #snake!moon #naga!sun #naga!moon #fnaf au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #what can i say #i like snakes #prolly wont finish this cause im not too happy with how the designs look but #enjoy anyway #i hc moon as a boa constrictor #sun as a viper #moon would for sure have iridescent scales #maybe moon has chimera genetics #split down the middle iridescent black #and maybe leucistic #my art

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thebronzeermine · 7 months

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This is also old but like

I love this book an unnatural amount

#the secret history #charles macaulay #tsh #tsh donna tartt #tsh fanart #it should probably be henry but whatever #enjoy anyway #henry winter #donna tartt #I am hiding this in the tags #I didn’t know how to write Greek very well #maybe I’m cringe #yes this is a lot of tags #treating tumblr like ao3 right now #homoerotism

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delicateclouddetective · 1 year

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Space-Halloween Party

Sadly, there wasn't a costume contest. Commander Cody is sure he would have won with his entrance alone.

#happy halloween #Cody planned this for months #you try finding mops on a ship cleaned by droids #and don't get him started on the Jedi robes #picking up general kenobis was easy enough #skywalkers though? That was a stealth operation and a half #They initially had contacts but Cody could not get them in and Rex backed out after seeing Codys nasty red eyes #he may have forced rex to rehearse the pose too #commander cody #star wars clones #sw tcw #tcw #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #star wars tcw #anakin skywalker #don't mind the backgrounds #I hurt my wrist halfway through so the comic is a little rough #enjoy anyway

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abovethefoldd · 2 months

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my newsies painting i did in art class :3

#idk if it’s good or not #but #oh well #enjoy anyway #newsies #newsies the musical #newsies musical #livesies #newsies live #newsies the broadway musical #painting #newsies painting

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soulmate-game · 10 months

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Work burned me out, middle management positions are draining. What was supposed to be an angsty oneshot is now… yeah I’m continuing it. Not a full series, just a two-parter… hopefully.

Edit: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER IS, but BUCKLE IN BECAUSE IT PROBABLY DOESN’T PASS SAFETY REGULATIONS! HOOOOO BOY

Part 1

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“…” she stared at the being in front of her, face frighteningly blank. Next to her, Bruce fidgeted.

“I’m not going anywhere, so you either gotta learn to love me real quick or get lost quicker,” the child snarked from where he was sitting upside-down on the bat computer chair. “And don’t call me Richard, my name’s Dick.”

“I don’t remember you working with a fetus, Batman,” Marinette slowly drawled, emphasizing the vigilante’s name despite none of the three of them being suited up. Dick shot up with a cry of indignation.

“I am not a fetus! I’m fifteen! I’ve been Robin since I was twelve!”

“Nope,” Marinette countered, unmoved. “I started out as Ladybug when I was twelve, and I was never as small as you,” she blatantly lied. Dick was already taller than her, which wasn’t much of an achievement considering that she was five-foot-one-inch tall. “You are six years old, tops.”

Dick let out an almost inhuman screech of complaint. Even as he rambled on angrily about how wrong she was, Marinette only nodded as if he proved her right about something.

“That was a good squawk though. Definitely a birdie.”

It took another twenty minutes before Dick ran off to tell on Marinette to Alfred, giving her and Bruce some alone time. With which she used to whirl to him and immediately hiss in equal parts fury and worry;

“Please tell me he wasn’t—“

“The timeline is gone,” Bruce reminded her, bracing her by putting both his hands on her shoulders. “He doesn’t remember.”

“Still!”

He let out such a heavy sigh that he seemed to deflate with it, his dark circles growing more pronounced.

“He wasn’t supposed to be,” he admitted softly. “When he turned sixteen, last time, I allowed him to form his own team of teen heroes. Supervised from afar by myself of course, not that they knew that. I had given them the order to stay back and guard their city, but they disobeyed me and snuck onto the battlefield anyway.”

Marinette rubbed at her temples, nodding. “Teenagers have a habit of doing that. This time around, can we ask Bunnyx to supervise them? She has all the energy of a teenager, so she’ll fit in, but the maturity of someone trusted to guard all the timelines.”

Bruce paused, thinking of what little he knew of the pastel rabbit themed hero, and then reluctantly nodded. “That… might be for the best. And giving them more opportunities to train with…” he hummed, hand on his chin. “I might actually change things up, in that case. Instead of jumping to put teens on their own in a tower, the old Justice League headquarters is more protected. And if we started with the ‘sidekicks’,” he gave very purposeful air quotes, “of other Leaguers, it would create a better support system than letting teenagers run around with… really, not enough regulation.”

“Gotta love hindsight,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “The whole teenagers by themselves thing only worked for my team because we were overly traumatized and each saw different apocalypses before we turned sixteen. Bunnyx could fix them herself back then, but still.”

“Best to do better by the new generation,” Bruce agreed with her unspoken statement. “I can still put that old team together again when they’re older, support their development elsewhere in the meantime.”

“Oh, and now that we’re done on that topic,” Marinette snapped her fingers before pointing to the staircase that Dick had disappeared up. “He’s going to make my life a living hell, isn’t he?”

Bruce groaned, offering her a lopsided grimace of apology. “He’s a menace,” he agreed. “He’s scared away any woman I’ve brought to the house, even though most of them are completely platonic. I have to make the press believe the whole playboy thing somehow, and inviting my friends over to chat is the easiest way to do so without breaking hearts for real. Dick hasn’t caught on yet,” Bruce rubbed his forehead. “His antics to scare away Selina Kyle are legendary already, and she’s sapphic. She couldn’t be attracted to me if I was the last man on earth.”

“Could have fooled me,” Marinette teased, suddenly impish. “She’s catwoman, isn’t she?”

Bruce narrowed his eyes, saying only: “Chat Noir. Year one.”

It was Marinette’s turn to grimace. “Point taken. But in my defense, he took way too long to realize he’s gay and watched too much anime at the time.”

Bruce let out one of his unfairly charming chuckles, changing position so that his arm was around her shoulders and pulling her to his side. She fit there surprisingly well, for someone almost half his size. She leaned into him, and the both just soaked in the comfort of one another for a long moment.

“You know,” Bruce started for a while. “If you want to stay in Gotham, we can make you another alter ego so that you don’t accidentally lure Shadow Moth here. Tell that fox of yours to make it seem like you’re in Paris and take some of the weight off of your shoulders for a change. Blackmail Constantine into charming some jars to keep the butterflies in until you can purify them.”

“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes. “Ladybird sounds nice. Fits with the bird thing that Robin has going for him.”

Bruce laughed. “That’ll really annoy him,” he warned, amused. Marinette’s close-eyed smile was pure mischief.

“That’s the whole point. I’m not letting a fetus win against me, bat-boy.”

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Marinette wasn’t speaking to Bunnyx. Bruce didn’t know what they had said to one another, but he could guess it had to do with Jason.

With his baby, who he just buried. The boy Marinette had thought of a son ever since he first brought him home. She had even smoothed things over between Dick and Jason, which he had considered nothing short of a miracle at the time.

But that miracle was nowhere to be seen now, with Marinette every bit as despondent next to him as he was. He wanted to be angry with her, he did, but he couldn’t. He had seen her blow up at Bunnyx, seen her try to hold her status as Grand Guardian over the bunny holder.

Bunnyx had simply said that she wouldn’t answer to Ladybug until after the grief passed then, and ran away into her burrow.

“Is this the payment?” He heard her whisper, her voice hoarse and broken. “For the do-over? We passed the old timeline. We took down Shadow Moth. Is this the price?” Tears dripped down her face silently, she didn’t seem to notice them. “Was I not a good enough mother? Should I—“ she stopped herself, shaking her head. He didn’t ask what she was about to say. Maybe he should have.

—*—*—*—*—*

Tim was great. He was too much like Marinette at times, which made Bruce’s chest ache, but he was a great Robin. A great son. His experience with Marinette proved priceless when it came to helping curb Tim’s overworking habits and caffeine addiction.

But not even Tim could find where Marinette had disappeared to, even with his detective skills surpassing Bruce’s already.

Tim was the first son of his that didn’t get to grow up with Marinette at all.

—*—*—*—*—*

“It’s fine, Baobei,” she whispered, stepping to the side. Behind her was the waterfall that hid the tunnel to the Batcave. “He’s not the one to blame. He did his best, even now he’s doing his best.”

“Then why does—“

“Because other people need him, and he has too big of a heart to turn them away,” her mouth tilted a little, smile lopsided and sad. “Timothy didn’t replace you. He just forced Bruce to live again. Bruce didn’t kill Joker, because he didn’t want to taint another child with the sight of murder.”

“And you?” The voice was dark, deadly, gruff. Older, and yet… so achingly familiar. She smiled at him again, soft and sad and… proud.

“I don’t have one,” she lied. She had tried, tried so hard. Bruce had gotten in her way first, and then the very same desire to not taint more children with the image of death.

But her baby needed a scapegoat, and she was willing to throw herself on the fire for him.

“That’s why it’s fine,” she repeated. “If this is what you want. Just, please. Let it end with me.”

This time, Marinette made sure she had the Time miraculous safely in her pocket. Nobody would interfere with this.

The bullet sent her into the flow of the waterfall, red flowing behind her like the carpet she used to walk down with Bruce whenever she released a new collection. She felt no regret as she closed her eyes and fell.

—*—*—*—*—*

The shot hadn’t been fatal. Red Hood might have been mad with Pit Rage, but his fondness for his only true mother figure was ever present. He simply wanted to see if she was serious about taking that shot.

His regret was immediate when she didn’t even try to dodge. The bullet had only grazed her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice that. She had been so ready to die— to let him kill her— that she had passed out before hitting the water. He dragged her to the Batcave, knowing he had a lot to answer for.

Bruce wished he could have found her sooner, found both of them sooner. But at least they were back.

—*—*—*—*—*

“… I mean,” she rocked on her heels. “You are growing a bit old for Robin…”

Tim glared at her, not appreciating the insight.

“Bruce is stuck in the timestream, and you aren’t doing a thing about it. I don’t hold your opinion very highly right now,” he snipped back. She snorted, glancing away.

As if that little stunt to “kill Batman” could ever fool her. She’d been there for the real thing, thanks, she could spot a fake a mile away. “He’s got Bunnyx going to find him. She owes me big time, let her do the heavy lifting for a change.”

“How many years have you held that grudge?” Barbara asked, eyebrows raised as she wheeled herself towards the bat computer. “Even Jason thinks you should have let it go by now.”

Marinette scoffed at the exact same time as a certain someone tutted next to her, making them look for a moment like a perfect pair.

Crossed arms, a scoff, annoyed glare? If a DNA test hadn’t already proven otherwise, they might have thought Damian was hers.

“Fetuses don’t get to judge me,” was her only argument before she turned on her heel and walked away.

“I am not a fetus! Lady Marinette, I am ten years old!”

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Bonus:

Jason was curled up around Marinette, despite being told numerous times not to crowd her on the med-bay bed. He argued that he shot her, so he gets to nurse her back to health.

Did she use her blood, tainted by years of use of the Ladybug, to purify his pit madness? Yes. Had he figured that out yet? Nope.

“Love you, Mom,” he murmured in his sleep. Marinette, who had been awake for about an hour already, smiled to herself.

“Love you, Baobei.”

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous #platonic jasonette #platonic daminette #platonic timari #platonic dickinette #brucinette #idk what this is #enjoy anyway

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fyeahvarchie · 1 year

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ARCHIE ANDREWS & VERONICA LODGE ↳ 7x07 - Dirty Dancing

#varchie #varchieedit #archie andrews #veronica lodge #archieandrewsedit #veronicalodgeedit #riverdaleedit #riverdale #707 #the episode is still not available to download so i used a poor version of it #enjoy anyway

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kureocatto · 8 months

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Me and the gang pulling up to Gold Island

Hi, I'm not dead 😭 Just suffering from the curse of having 5 different hyperfixations active at once

I'm actually very pumped about the new updates coming around but sorry to say that I have no new msm art for yall yet.. (before you ask, this was actually my first msm drawing all the way from March)

#my singing monsters #art #wubbox #epic wubbox #wubbox msm #yeah surprise i actually drew the epic wubs normally before #but after this i started humanizing them and just ran off #enjoy anyway

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bababouille2023 · 1 year

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I'm such a dumb frick for forgetting to post this for christmas, but I say better late than never! <3

#yamato tenzo #kakashi hatake #might gai #iruka umino #merry chrismas 2022 #chrsitmas #i'm late #enjoy anyway

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emojitown · 1 year

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A bowler hat emoji for all your bowler hat needs.

#emoji #discord emoji #hat emoji #i only made this bc i needed it for an emoji set i'm posting later LMAO #enjoy anyway

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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New Discoveries

FINALLY getting the motivation to finish these prompts for the Tickletober! This is Day 16 from this post! Thank you @kasey-writes-stuff for requesting it, and thank you for being so patient!

Day 16: New Discoveries

(lee!Punz / ler!George : 1.2k words)

George could feel how tense he was, but he couldn’t help it. He could try and blame it on the fact that the backyard was covered in Halloween decorations; not to mention the life-sized haunted house standing menacingly in the middle of it all. Dream had decided to go all-out this year with a Halloween party, even hiring actors to work the haunted house. Now, all of their friends were crowded in their backyard, finally getting to meet Dream and George.

Even though he was very much attached to Dream’s arm, he couldn’t stop his eyes from darting back and forth between the crowds of people, looking for a flash of blonde hair as a warning sign. George was rocking back and forth onto his heels, nervously chewing on his lip as he tried to focus on the conversation going on in front of him. Just as he was finally beginning to relax, George squealed, feeling a well-placed poke into his left side. He felt his face heat up almost immediately, whipping his head around to see bright blue eyes staring back at him. The brunette heard a low chuckle as he glanced over the taller boy’s shoulder, seeing a clear path to their house. He decided not to waste any more time and pushed past Punz, running for the safety of his bedroom.

Punz had been someone George was always excited to meet. They had been friends for years, only being able to communicate through a screen for so long. When they finally did meet, George was ecstatic. It had been as seamless as talking online was, thankfully. Punz had pointed out how much smaller George was than he had expected, to which George obviously disagreed. If he could go back and stop himself from arguing with Punz, he would in a heartbeat - then he wouldn’t be in the current situation he was trapped in.

Punz had taken a jab at George’s arm but the smaller boy turned his body slightly, causing the poke to land right in the middle of his ribs. George had squeaked, giggling as he took a step back and covered his ribs out of instinct. He realized a little too late that Punz was staring at him like he was his prey, and so another poke was given, this time aimed at his side. George yelped and ran, losing Punz in the crowd of people as he frantically searched for Dream. In his mind, being close to Dream meant nothing would happen. However, Dream couldn’t protect him from the tickly fingers of their close friend, and so he was stuck in a game of cat and mouse with Punz.

“Come on Georgie, I just want a hug!” George could hear Punz gaining ground on him as he flung the backdoor to the house open, scrambling for the steps leading up to the bedrooms. He felt Punz grab at his ankle, almost successfully pulling him down and let out a shriek, trying to kick before he continued to climb up the steps. The younger boy was cackling behind him as he finally reached the top step, sprinting towards the end of the hallway where his room was. George stumbled through the doorway to his room, spinning around to close the door, but he was too late - Punz had grabbed the door before it could shut.

“NOOOHOHO PUNZ!” George couldn’t help but shriek as Punz pushed his way into the room, making a show of shutting the door and locking it behind him. George was nervously giggling, standing in front of the bed and staring at Punz as they both stood there, almost as if they were in a standoff.

The moment Punz finally pounced, George had suddenly disappeared, letting himself drop to the floor as the blonde then tripped over him, falling face first into the bed sheets. Before he could reorient himself, he felt a sudden weight setting on his waist, making him squirm and attempt to shake the other boy off. In an attempt to balance himself, George gripped his hands on Punz’s ribs, only to immediately let go when the blonde let out a strangled yelp.

“Shit, did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” George quickly blurted out, about to climb off of the younger boy’s waist to make sure he didn’t hurt him again.

“N-no…it didn’t hurt….” Punz admitted after a few more seconds of silence. George’s brows furrowed for a minute, trying to decipher what he meant when it suddenly clicked.

“No way.” Punz heard from the brunette, feeling as the smaller boy secured himself on his waist by squeezing his thighs closer to Punz’s thighs. George heard Punz groan below him, burying his face into the blankets and knocking his costume hat off in the process.

George wasn’t sure if Punz was supposed to be a pirate or not (his costume was half assed), but a feather sticking out from the cloth caught his attention. He leaned forward and picked up the hat, pulling slightly and chuckling to himself as it easily came off.

“Time to have a taste of your own medicine, idiot.” Punz was already giggling when he felt George lift the back of his shirt, but he wasn’t prepared for the shriek that left him as he felt something soft make its way up and down his spine.

“N-Nohohoho what is that?!” The blonde was almost in full blown laughter already. George was giggling above him, pulling his shirt up to just below his shoulder blades so that he could use his free hand to spider up Punz’s left side and onto his ribs.

“A feather! You actually provided it for me, thanks for that.” The older boy couldn’t stop smiling as he continued to trace the feather all over the tan back below him, paying close attention to the spots that made him jump and howl the most.

“Fuhuhuck OFF Geheheorge!”

Eventually George settled for dragging the harder end of the feather underneath of Punz’s shoulder blades, causing the younger boy to thrash and kick with all his might.

“NAH- PLEHE- NOHOHO GEORGE PLEHEHEHEASE NO!” Punz could barely think straight, gripping onto the sheets to try and let go of some of the ticklish energy that was spreading over his back and down his legs. He had no idea he was this feather sensitive, and this certainly was not the way he wanted to find out.

“Alrihihight, alright. I’m done,” Punz let out a sigh of relief through his gasps as he felt George climb off of him and sit next to his side. Punz rolled on his side, shooting George a look that could kill as the brunette continued to giggle at how red his face was. “Next time you’ll learn better than to mess with me.”.

George went to stand up from the bed, planning to head back out into the party when suddenly he felt a grip on his wrist. He whipped his head around quickly, eyes wide as he came face to face with Punz, who was sporting a very mischievous smirk.

“So tell me George,” Punz’s blue eyes sparkled as he held up the feather in between them, George nervously beginning to pull at his hand in an attempt to get away. He knew where this was going, and he knew he couldn’t handle it.

Finally, Punz asked the dreaded question. “Are you feather sensitive?”

#lee!punz #ler!george #thank u for the prompt kasey!#augtickletober2022 #this is kind of all over the place i’m sorry!#my brain is so jumbled #but #enjoy anyway #mcyt tickle #my stuff #mushie fics #this is genuinely shit now that i’ve read it over but #it’s all i got for now i’m sorry

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