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lasagnaflavoredgrapes2 · 2 years

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From the au where Billy somehow manage to get taken in by Alfred as the new Wayne butler's apprentice, things went smoothly until Alfred decided to introduce Bruce to Billy.

Bruce and Billy (being co-workers who knows each others secret identity,) looks at each other with the 'tf u doing here?' face.

Now they both must work together to hide the fact that Billy is CM, while trying (and failing) to not act suspicious infront of the rest of the fam.

It doesn't help that Bruce's plan to help Billy involves the classic batman style of faking your own death. ( Billy looks at Bruce disappointingly)

Gifts

As a sort of 'thank you' gift or an ' I'm sorry you have to deal with my children's shit ' gift, being the generous person that he is, Bruce decided to give Billy a loyalty present... In the form of a car.

Bruce: ...

Billy: ...

Bruce: ...

Billy: ... For me? Oh wow! Gee, thx mister Bruce! This is the best gift ever.. and a totally normal gift for a ten year old. ╭( ･ㅂ･)d

Bruce totally not understanding why Billy feel the need to be snarky, knowing that if it was Damian, Damian would probably be ecstatic: Billy, we both know you could get much older if you wanted too.

Dick: B! You can't force someone to just suddenly grow older!?

Billy: Yeah! And older me can fly so...

Dick, trying to ease the tension, thinking that Billy is just being sarcastic. : You can fly??

Billy looking vry guilty: (◎_◎;)!

Billy *looks at Bruce for assistance.

Bruce mouthing 'Don't worry' while pointing at a picture of a coffin.

Dick thinking that Bruce is treathening someone into liking Bruce's gift (again) : Omg, Bruce we talked about this-

Late night snack

Sometimes after patrol, batman and robin (Damian) would come upstairs to eat the light snack Alfred had prepared beforehand. Usually at times like this Alfred would remind Bruce and Damian to change outside of their costume first, but today in particular, the patroling took way longer than expected and Alfred had decided to clock in. This wouldn't be a problem persay, if Bruce and Damian had not been to tired to change out of their gear, and with no Alfred to tell them its a bad idea, they march upstairs.

Billy: Ah! Mister Bruce and Master Damian, Alfred told me that you would want a-

Bruce and Damian in their full costume.

Bruce: ...

Damian: sighs * takes out sword.

Damian: William, understand that your sacrifice is a great honour and out of necessity.

Billy panicked : Oh wow, I didn't know you are a Batman fan!

Damian: A batman fan?

Billy quickly: Yeah! It looked very convincing, did you guys go trick or treating together? Oh, what a lovely normal family, you must be hungry! I'm just ganna go ahead to the kitchen! Nothing to see here.

Bruce who is too tired to deal with this: *thumbs up

#billy batson #shazam #ignore and spelling and grammar mistakes #Wayne's new butler's apprentice au

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weepingfishturtledragon · 8 months

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Imagine if Damien paid Billy to tell him all the justice league drama! It's a mutually beneficial relationship where Damien has an inside spy in the league and Billy doesn't have to worry about having enough money for food. Billy tells him about who was late to meetings (flash), what missions they're going on, all the bets happening, and just regular coworker gossip. Damien has to pay EXTRA money for anything about Batman. The best part is Damien gets to freak out Bruce with all his information.

Bruce: How do you know this????

Damien: I have my sources.

Billy eating a burger hundreds of miles away: 🍔 ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

#billy batson #shazam #dc comcis #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #justice league #batman #the flash #bruce wayne #damien wayne #robin #gossip in the justice league #🍔#please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes

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letswonderspirit · 4 months

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I made a uquiz! what Kind of spirit are you? 👻https://uquiz.com/gGB9B7

#danny phantom #not art #text #uquiz #unreality #It does not have all of the ghost characters #but there's a good amount of characters I think #I’ll add more stuff to it later but this is what I have for now #ask to tag #(to spoil it it's kind of like a mini fanfiction?)#or like a mini story where some of the characters get trapped in a uquiz #by like #a uquiz ghost #it’s probably been done before but I had a lot of fun writing this #ignore my bad grammar and spelling mistakes🧍‍♂️

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marvelnatswhore · 1 year

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eyes on mommy

Lady dimitrescu X reader ~smut

Warnings: mommy kink, praise, masturbation, voyeurism, humiliation ?, oral, light pussy spanking, fingering, really wet panties, & sub/dom roles.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: let's pretend i didn't write this just to procrastinate from writing every other fic i promised

i know this is bad i just wanted to post something)

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“Dear, today I have something.. different in mind for your punishment.”

Your eyes must have shown your confusion and Alcina smiled. She had you seated on the couch rather than the bed; you wondered why but ignored it as your eyes flicked over to your clothes, discarded in an unity pile on the floor.

She was on you the moment you reached the privacy of your bedroom. Wasting no time tearing the fabric from your body and kissing you with an alcoholic desire, groping you everywhere she could, promising to take proper care of you, while leaving you panting and bare, while she finished her work.

The time went by agonisingly slowly and your mind wandered possibly too far when you found your legs pressing together in search of something, rubbing slightly and reminding you of the fabric between them.

Unlike your other abandoned garments, Alcina left your panties on you. Something she often liked to do. You discovered she got off on seeing how wet she could make you before you were pleading for her to touch you. She knew it drove you feral for her too and sometimes she just wanted to see that innocent look in your eyes turn to filthy desire.

You snapped suddenly back to the present moment as Alcina entered the room. She grinned, seeing you sitting patiently for her on the sofa and she closed the doors behind her as she came to stand above you.

Her large figure swamped your own and you felt your cheeks flush, Alcina's hand moved to stroke your hair and admire you sitting pretty below her, “I think you’ll enjoy your punishment tonight, dearest.” She smiled softly at you and there was something predatory in her eyes that sent a shiver to your core.

“Although, I will miss having you over my thigh.”

Your throat goes dry as the thought of your usual punishment plagues your mind, not to mention other places. You wonder what she has planned for you when her hand leaves your hair and she steps back, reaching up to her chest to unbutton her dress.

You watch intently with a growing heat in your chest. She let the soft fabric pool to the floor at her heels and you pull in a breath at the sight. She’s naked and standing above you with a pleased grin across her face.

“Like what you see?” She asks, putting her hands on her lower thighs and bending down to meet your face, giving full view of her breasts. You’d never get tired of seeing them-

“Do you want to touch mommy?” She chuckles, knowing something you clearly don’t.

You nod at her question with oblivious eyes and she cups your jaw with a large, soft hand.

“That’s too bad, pet.”

You frown as she pulls away, already missing the contact. She moves over to the bed and you can’t keep your eyes off her. You wonder for a moment if she was purposely swaying her hips at you.

Alcina turns to you as she sits. You hadn’t noticed the new placement of the couch you were on as you walked in and Alcina sat you on it, but now it made sense.

“All you have to do is watch. You can't touch Mommy or yourself. Understand?”

You nod your head obediently, and she grins, “Good girl.”

You tried to ignore the title she gave herself and the small wet patch that you felt form on your panites from it.

She leaned back against the bedding. Propping herself against the silk pillows and letting her hand drop down to her bare sex. Even from where you were sat you could tell how wet she was and the sight was making your head spin.

She let out a low moan. Guiding her fingers over her heat, stopping to stroke her clit and bask in the pleasure. You could feel your own arousal spreading between your thighs watching her and it was almost uncomfortable.

Her hand moved lower quickly, she’d been thinking of you all day and she could barely control herself. Sliding through her folds and moaning as she brushed her entrance, she looked over at you, you assumed to make sure you were still watching, (not that you could take your eyes off her) and she pushed two fingers into her pussy, beginning to pump them at a quick pace. Your breath was caught in your throat and you wanted her so badly it hurt. Alcina’s head fell back and she moaned, gasping between unsteady breaths and reaching to palm her breasts with her spare hand.

“Mommy-” You whimpered softly, feeling your thighs squeeze together, and the thin fabric over your pussy starting to rub against your skin. The friction drew a soft groan from you and you knew she heard you, Alcina moaned and you realised she was watching you again, fucking herself to you.

Her eyes were brighter than usual and she looked ravenous. You knew she wanted you too.

“Pet-” Her voice was breathy and it drew out the worst in you. You could feel your hips grinding against the seating under you, It was subtle and you hoped Alcina wouldn’t notice but the aching between your thighs was becoming insatiable.

Even from across the room she had complete control over you, that familiar warmth quickly enveloped you and you could almost feel tears forming in your eyes and you didn’t know what to do. You needed mommy to tell you.

Her pace became quicker and the sound of her fucking herself seemed to fill the room along with your own short breaths You watched her mesmerised, trying to ignore the throbbing under you as you sucked your bottom lip. Alcina moaned your name, adding another finger to her cunt and rubbing her clit.

Her voice was becoming short gasps and you knew she was close. “Oh-” her breath hitched, dragging it out into a moan, “Mommy’s gonna come!” she cries, pumping harder, your legs are squeezing together, grinding against the bedding below you and you can’t stop yourself from moaning.

“fuck!” She yells, gasping as she comes in a long moan, riding out her high before finally slowing. Your panties are beyond ruined, and you can feel tears in your eyes.

Alcina groans deeply, slowing her movements as she pulls out her fingers, dripping with her cum. She seems to admire them for a brief moment before turning her attention back to you. Her eyes drift down to your legs crossed tightly together, and you can feel her grin on you.

“Darling..come here.” Alcina orders gently, you don’t waste a moment to scramble over to her, and place yourself up between her legs.

“Eager little thing, aren't you?” She chuckles, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear. She takes a moment to swallow in your appearance and brush her thumb over your lips.

“Clean mommy up sweetheart.”

The bedding is softer than the couch and you’re somewhat thankful for it as Alcina’s hand guides you down to her sex with a gente tug on your jaw.

The next thing you knew your lips are pressed against her slit, and you instinctively draw a long line down with your tongue. You moan instantly at her taste, and sink your tongue further, lapping at her hole and the cum smeared over her heat.

She moans softly, weaving her hands through your hair and pushing you closer to her core.

“Good-girl.. just like that-” Her praise doesn't make it easy to ignore the throbbing between your legs or how desperately you want her to touch you. Her hand guides you to her hardened clit and you don't need instructions to start sucking it.

Alcina groans at the sensation muttering something guttural you couldn’t comprehend as you lapped at her cunt, your head felt like it was spinning and you were drunk off her.

She pushed you flush against her moaning, as you dipped your tongue into her. You felt your thighs rub together secretly hoping she would notice. You stop licking briefly to suck on her sensitive clit and the grip she has on your hair tightens. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to reach her again and her hips are grinding against your face desperately as you felt her walls closing and she came shuddering against your lips.

You lapped at her cunt until she was pushing you away, breathing heavily and coming back to the present moment.

You’re panting softly as she pulls your head away from her heat and you can't help but be somewhat disappointed to leave it; she guides you up against her chest and leans in to kiss your wet lips tenderly, wanting to move deeper but deciding to withhold for now.

“You pleasure mommy so well dear.” Her hand came to stroke your hair and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your body. You flinch as Alcina slides her hand down the curve of your back, softly grabbing your ass and enticing a gasp from you, “let mommy touch you now darling.”

You nearly yelled as her hand cups your pussy through the soaking fabric and you hear her sigh into a moan. Her index finger rubs over your clit and you can’t stop yourself from moaning at the sensation.

“Such a filthy thing.”

Her fingers trace gently across the wet patch on your lace covered pussy until she seems to want more and you gasp as she starts pulling your panties down your hips. No less at an agonising pace.

You felt your cheeks burning red as she reached your cunt. You knew how soaked you were for her and your panites were more than proof. She slipped the thin fabric further down your thighs and you whined softly.

“You’ve clearly been enjoying yourself, Honey..” Her fingers brushed your folds and she pushed a single digit through your slit. You gasped instantly. Pressing your face into her breasts to muffle yourself as you shivered and moaned against her.

‘so fucking wet-’ She groans pushing her fingers through your slick a few more times as you whimpered. You felt a sudden, sharp smack against your cunt. You flinch and the sudden sting quickly melts into wet pleasure.

“darling, I did say this was a punishment didn’t I?”

You knew better than to answer her.

“Take it like a good pet.”

Her hand came down again, grazing your clit lightly and you moaned as your breath caught in your throat.

With each smack you were panting for air and tears formed in your eyes. “Mommy-” Your voice softened into a low whimper and you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

Her hand came down again, lighter this time and it lingered on you, cupping your throbbing pussy and rubbing between your folds with her fingers.

“We can’t leave such a cute pussy so desperate can we?” You shake your head feeling arousal quickly building in your gut.

“Lay back pet. Mommy’s gonna take care of you..”

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #lady d #my fics #please ignore all the grammar and spelling mistakes

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ollies-moving-castle · 6 months

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Bernard headbutts Tim usually in the shoulder or lightly headbutt his forehead

He knows why he does it he knows why he only does it to very certain people

he does it because someone used to do it to him

How when ever she was happy or laughing at his dumb jokes she’d headbutt him in the shoulder. How when she knew he was sad or saw he had a few new bruises she’d gently headbutt him in the back while carding her hand through his hair one arm around his chest. How she did it when she wanted to show she cared but knew he didn’t want to be hugged. How when he was overstimulated but needed physical comfort she’d take his hand and gently headbutt it to remind him she was there and he wasn’t alone. How if they randomly saw each other in the hallway she would smash her head into his chest just because she could. How’d she’d headbutt him when she needed a hug and he’d always wrap his arms around her while they held onto what ever jacket he had stole from Tim that day like her life depended on it. How she gently tapped their heads together tears running down her face the first time Bernard ever told her why he had a bruises more times than he didn’t. how she’d headbutt him in the back on his way to his car then demand he go buy her a milkshake at the diner down the block because “duh Bernie they have the best milkshakes in Gotham I won’t settle for any less”. how the only thing that made her smile after she got turned down by the crush she had for most of the year the crush she had spent almost everyday with (the crush that was now Bernard’s boyfriend) was Bernard head butting her in the back while he brushed through her hair to calm her down as she had done countless times to him. how the last time she had ever head butted him was weakly in the chest as she bleed out in his arms.

he knows she’d headbutt him in the chest so hard he’d lose his breath and call him a big loser if she ever found out he does it to Tim now

#bernard dowd #timber #timbern #tim drake #darla aquista #Louis grieves trio #Is that how you spell it #Idk #but um have this I guess #First time I’ve written in a while be gentle with the criticism please #Well #imma disappear for a few more months then I’ll write again #Shaking as I post this idk why just shaky I guess #Please ignore grammar mistakes I didn’t have time to go through and find them all

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newspecies · 1 year

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HI this is my thousand word ramble about Rocky and his relationship with other characters and my thoughts in general. I'm normal about Lackadaisy I promise.

Calvin

Calvin and Rocky are cousins that grew up together, with Rocky being 5 years older. The mini comics all make it seem like he spent most of his time there and later he says “it was home more than home was.” (Lackadaisy Breakdown). The cousins wrote to each other while Rocky was traveling around and Calvin kept them all inside a box instead of throwing them away. Aunt Nina tells Rocky "[Calvin]'s the only one in all o’ creation who'd follow you" (Lackadaisy Somersault) so they're clearly extremely close. Calvin lies to his mother several times to keep Rocky out of trouble, even when it's about something illegal. Despite his moral compass and the fact that he almost went into law enforcement, he's working with Lackadaisy and regularly shooting at people presumably just because Rocky wants him to (and because Ivy's there... but in the beginning it was for Rocky). They strike me as having more of a sibling relationship than a cousin one due to growing up so close.

Aunt Nina

Nina does not have a very high opinion of Rocky and she makes this very clear. She trusts him not to get Calvin into too much trouble but she doesn't let him stick around when he stops by. He’s under no illusions that he’s welcome at her house (Lackadaisy Somersault) and he tells Ivy that “[his face]’s only abided in small doses” at Nina’s house. He starts telling Ivy there was a small family tragedy and "it had an author... and with already ink-stained hands, i signed my name on it" which means that something bad happened and he either was to blame or took the blame and that is the reason he left Missouri, "so time could dull my fresh reminder face." (Lackadaisy Breakdown). My guess is that this family tragedy had something to do with his mother because his father was alive at least a little bit after he left because he was sending letters and stopped (Lackadaisy Correspondence) his mother is only mentioned once, in Lackadaisy Breakdown, described as “chasing Red Death” Red Death is not a real sickness and its instead from Edgar Allen Poe’s The Masque of the Red Death. This could mean that his mother had some sort of bloody sickness. My guess is tuberculosis. It was one of the biggest causes of death in the early 1900’s and one of its most well known symptoms is coughing up blood. Sorry this is supposed to be about Nina and I kind of went off the rails there. Anyway I don’t think Nina hates Rocky at all; she still does his laundry and lets him visit and lets him drag Calvin around. But she doesn’t trust him and makes sure he knows that.

Mitzi

Some people seem to think Rocky has a crush on Mitzi, and him threatening Wick certainly gives the impression but I heavily disagree and I think he sees her more as a mother figure. He clearly looks up to her and seeks her approval constantly; he goes out while extremely injured and hiding that injury from her (Lackadaisy Deliria) presumably because he realizes that the pig farmers' attack on Lackadaisy was his fault and he really wants to fix it. His behavior towards Wick strikes me more as a child really not wanting a step parent. As the audience, I know that Wick is basically incapable of evil (he has killed once and it was a duck and it still haunts him) and Mitzi is the one taking advantage of their relationship, but from Rocky's perspective Mitzi is just an innocent widow looking for companionship and Wick is a weird rich sleazeball. I honestly don't think Rocky is aware of Mitzi's own sleaziness, and if he is he’s ignoring it to the best of his ability. but Mitzi likes having Rocky around. Every time she's upset over something and Rocky starts joking around she immediately starts smiling more (Lackadaisy Proposition, Lackadaisy Haggersnash). She’s undeniably fond of him, despite his many shenanigans.

Mordecai

Okay this one is a little bit more out there. “But Rotten!” You may argue, “Rocky doesn’t actually know Mordecai! They only interact like once outside the mini comics!” Yes dear reader but consider this: they have so many parallels. They are opposites on the surface; Rocky is silly, Mordecai is serious. But looking closer they have a few things in common. Mainly: TRAINS!!!!!!!!! They both have recurring train motifs and it makes me insane. For Mordecai he met Atlas on a train (Lackadaisy Thaumaturgy), and for Rocky he has a drawing of one on one of the letters he sent to Calvin (Lackadaisy Correspondence) and he said his father worked on the railroad (Lackadaisy Breakdown). In relation to the trains, they both left home at a young age and wrote letters home. They also both seem to have a habit of gaining enemies; when Atlas met Mordecai he was running from people (Lackadaisy Bookkeeper) and Rocky’s… everything makes making enemies extremely easy for him. These two have PARALLELS and I need everyone to know!!!!!

Rocky

This last section is about Rocky himself! First off, to state the obvious: Rocky is extremely impulsive, he doesn’t seem to think about the consequences of his actions whatsoever and it gets him into all sorts of trouble all the time. He’s not oblivious though; in Lackadaisy Posterity he immediately jumps to the conclusion that he ruined something, he just didn’t remember it. Rocky puts on a show of being confident and sure of himself but the moment his walls are torn down in the Posterity and Breakdown pages he’s calling himself a horrible person. He is extremely aware of how other people feel about him; even though his exclamation of “they tolerate me” in Lackadaisy Palaver is framed as a joke, it feels pretty real. A lot of people don’t like Rocky and he knows this. I don’t remember where I was going with this. Just know that I’m obsessed with Rocky and I’m thinking about him always.

In conclusion

#rot.txt #lackadaisy #rocky rickaby #i probably made an extremely embarrassing spelling or grammar mistake somewhere in here. ignore it please?#im so glad im done with this i kept getting distracted and working on this instead of school work #rip my essay for ap lang you kind of suck </3 #aaaanyway. i hope this is slightly comprehensible. im normal about fictional cats i promise. come closer

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palmettoshitposts · 8 months

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some andrew & renee thoughts

andrew likes renee because she’s not afraid to confront him, contradict him or say no to him. she’s not afraid of him at all.

renee is easily more dangerous and andrew knows and respects that. renee has a grasp on how to use knives better than andrew could ever imagine (before neil, at least) and it leaves him more than slightly in awe.

the whole sparring thing came about because when andrew pushed her one practice early on, she pushed back harder and they started fighting

she definitely hurts his feelings once or twice and he lies awake at night thinking about it. what bugs andrew that what she’s said is right. comments that are just observational in nature about his behaviour or character but they cut because he trusts her opinion on things.

one time, she just calls him out on something he thought she’d support him on - some stupid opinion - and he’s offended and irritated. and renee never says I told you so, so she just shrugs and moves on.

renee calls andrew out on being a misogynist. andrew is initially confused but renee bullies him into being a feminist. that’s how their friendship works. most of this takes place on the roof. before that was andrew and neil’s place (and even after), it was andrew and renee’s. but renee has no interest in smoking, so she joins him by bringing tiny bottles of bubbles and punctuating her sentences by blowing them. the one time andrew calls her a bitch, she just responds with ‘don’t🫧be🫧a🫧misogynist🫧’. weirdly, it works.

andrew likes renee because she’s all sharp edges and imperfections. andrew’s had more than enough of the horrors that lie behind the perfect facade.

when you get close to renee, you learn she’s got crooked teeth and a honky laugh. when she dyes her hair, it’s because of sheer boredom but she has a list of her next ten hair colours in her notes on her phone. andrew knows these things, and knows that knowing them is a privilege. he keeps this to himself.

renee can be spiteful and rude. renee can be snappy and unkind. but she acknowledges these things and takes accountability in a way that’s totally revolutionary for andrew.

she rarely apologises. one time, early on, a remark she makes at his expense is far too cutting and he’s not mad about it but clearly it’s impacted her. she apologises later on, carefully and sincerely, and it’s the first apology andrew has ever fully believed, even if he doesn’t think it’s required. he shrugs her off and she knows exactly what it means.

andrew never admits it aloud, but what he deep down loves about renee is how she can make him a better person.

she gently nudges him and his rigid thinking along the path of self development and it’s something he would never thank her for but he is endlessly grateful for.

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pockykierra · 2 months

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Sneak Peek for Saying The Quiet Part Aloud Chapter Four

Thank you all for your patience while I write this chapter! I've had a lot of Stuff™ happening recently - nothing bad, just a lot of life taking up my writing time! I do have a good portion of the chapter written, but it still might be just a bit before it is released.

In the meantime, I do have a one-shot I should be posting soon, and I also have this small little sneak peek under the cut! I hope you all enjoy!

“She is,” Crowley said, a hint of pride creating an upward inflection in his tone.

Almost as beautiful as you.

Aziraphale blushed, turning quickly from Crowley and nervously smoothing at his clothes. How incredibly hard it still was for Aziraphale to believe it was him who Crowley thought about. A man as handsome, wealthy, and well connected as him surely had equally handsome, wealthy, and well connected people to surround himself with. Entrepreneurs, business owners, models, royalty, for Heaven's sake - the elite of the elite.

And yet-

It was Aziraphale who Crowley thought about. Aziraphale who lived comfortably but was by no stretch of the imagination wealthy. Aziraphale who wore button-up pants, outdated waistcoats, and occasionally sweaters if he was feeling particularly adventurous. Aziraphale who abhorred meeting new people.

Aziraphale who was plain.

Aziraphale who did nothing exciting - nothing, ever - because he was scared.

But still, Crowley thought of Aziraphale. Not just thought of, but fantasized about - he imagined doing things that stirred desires seated deep within Aziraphale, ones he would have never thought himself to have. The scenes he envisioned made Aziraphale’s legs shake and his cock twitch with needy, pathetic interest. They were fiction, not reality - but they were about Aziraphale. And that made it all the better (or perhaps, all the worst).

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #aziracrow #good omens 2 #please ignore any grammar mistakes or spelling errors I haven't really done that yet lmao #I'm excited for this chapter though!#and I hope you all enjoy it (and the oneshot I'm working on) once it comes out!#crowley #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #fanfiction

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karimationkat · 3 months

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Sandcastle - AVM Drabble

Idk if this counts as a drabble, it's a small one shot about KO/MT (called Orange here)

Headcanon territory again XP

The heck, 1004 words?

Two juice boxes, a banana, a large pack of chocolate chip cookies and a neon yellow coloured wallet shaped like cartoon bee or a lemon. Orange counted them as small hands were trying to stuff those things in a just as small backpack with heroes from various popular kids shows printed on them. No matter how often the child changed the order in which they put the things in, there was always a few things or the large pack of the chocolate chip cookies lying next to the backpack. Only then the child turned towards the adult.

"Dada, you carry this too, please"

Orange chuckled as he watched Gold cramp the pack of chocolate chip cookies into the basket with fruits, snacks and drinks. It was his day-off and he had pinky-promised Gold that they would picnic at the playground, so that they could play there the entire day. Impatiently Gold stormed off to door after they had finally gotten everything sorted in with the loud noises from the small bright coloured plastic tools in the small bright coloured plastic bucket that they had been carrying. Orange picked up the basket and went after them.

It was a sunny and warm late summer day, the rays of the hit his face gently as Orange settled down the lawn that was half covered by shadow of a tree. Gold had ran off to the sandbox already, leaving their backpack for Orange to guard. Despite the nice weather, there weren't many people at the playground. Their neighbourhood didn't have many children. So the child sitting all alone on a bench near the sandbox Gold was playing at immediately caught his attention.

That child was a little older then Gold and watched Gold shoveling the sand in the bright yellow bucket with the purple handle. Orange was sitting quite far away and couldn't hear what Gold was saying but the other child didn't reply nor react in any way. They just continued to watch Gold. Orange did the same. While reading his book, he glanced after every paragraph at sandbox.

A sandcastle was slowly started form itself and Gold continued to talk to the young stranger. At some point Orange saw how Gold waved to him enthusiastically with both armes. Orange put his book to the side and as he stood up he saw how the other child was no longer sitting there. But was standing infront of Gold. The sandcastle was gone.

When Orange hurried over, the child already ran off. Gold was sitting silently looking at the pile of sand.

"Sunshine, are you okay? What happened?"

He kneeled down next to Gold.

"I asked them if they want to build with me."

Their voice was choking in tears and sobs.

Orange gentle scooped Gold into his lap and rubbed their shoulder.

"There there, my sun. Do you want to drink something? Or a little snack? We can build a new one together and I'll make sure no one does anything to that one, okay?"

Gold shook their head.

"I wanna go home."

Orange nodded and started to collect all the plastic tools into the bucked and carried both it and Gold to the basket. He helped Gold to put on their backpack and they silently made their way home.

"Mr. Orange?"

Like a jump into an iced pool Orange immediately came back to his senses. He looked over from the sandbox of the old playground to Purple. They're currently talking a stroll around the neighbourhood.

"Is everything alright?"

They asked very carefully and worried.

"I'm fine. Remembered something..."

The older one reassured them. Purple didn't seem to be fully relieved but they took the answer anyway. He sighed.

"Say, Purple, do you want to build a sandcastle?"

This caught the other completely off guard. They visibly started to contemplate whether this was a test or something in that kind. But after an awkward silence they hesitantly nodded. They looked like they wanted to ask something however nothing came over the lips.

Making a sandcastle was like a harder job then it seemed, orange had to admit to himself. Or maybe it was because they didn't have a bucket and the tools. While Orange was working on the Towers, Purple built the walls that connected the towers.

"This looks awful..."

Orange chuckled under his breath keeping his eyes on the left tower that he was working at. Grains of sand slippered down. It was hard to keep them at the top.

"I could have done it better in Minecraft..."

Purple muttered slightly infuriated. They're walls looked like dams and they were trying to make them less rounder.

"So could have I, but isn't it more fun to do like this?"

Purple just shrugged. They stood up and seated themselves on the edge of the sandbox to see how the sandcastle looked like. They would have covered their eyes with their hands in shame of the monstrosity they created if their hands weren't already covered in sand.

"Are all sandcastle supposed to look like that?"

Oranges smiled as he watched the youngling glare at the sandcastle as if it insulted their mother. The autumn wind gently rattled the leaves on the branches of the trees to fill the silence of the two adults sitting in the sandbox while admiring or more frowning on the castle.

"It seems like you had a lot of fun."

It was a comment on Orange's smile. He shrugged aswell and turned to the other.

"How about you? Did you have fun?"

Purple's face softened. With a smile what they tried to suppress they stood up and swept the sand of their hands and clothes.

"Yeah... This was fun... I never did build a sandcastle before."

Their voice had a sad undertone as they spoke. When Orange opened his mouth to say something but it seemed like Purple knew what it was. They smirked and said.

"Let's build one some time again. A better one."

And with a kick the sandcastle was gone.

#Ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes #I have been writing this for 3 hours #And it's 5 am now....#Omfg what am I doing #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm purple #avm king orange #avm gold #Kariwrites

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yannisartdump · 1 month

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TONY TONY CHOPPER

some say this resembles a pinata (IT DOES) …it's not it's a cardboard sculpture

If you see this in person... no, you didn't.

I made this as an assignment for my 3D class, and is currently displayed at an art show at my college, all I want to say is thanks Oda for creating this adorable character🥰

(yes some details were not included cuz I was just too tired, also that emoji was placed there to cover my info)

#yannis dumpster #my art #one piece fanart #does this classify as fanart?#i would do this again over working with clay because clay is a b word and i hate it with a burning passion #ignore grammar and spelling mistakes i'm too tired and i'm dyslexic 🤸🏽‍♀️#one piece tony tony chopper #tony tony chopper #one piece chopper #one piece

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lasagnaflavoredgrapes · 2 years

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You know when Captain Marvel get exposed for being a ten-year old, most of the time the JL members became uncharacteristically 'Mean', but tbf they are literally just a team of confuse adults handling an equally confuse ten year old in an unfamiliar situation, where they are definitely not equipped to handle. (Say all you want about Batman knowing the truth, he still is as lost as the other heroes, hence his lack of action. )

Than again, ten year olds are rather petty (most of the time atleast), so a team of confuse adults dealing with a petty ten year old is a rather fun recipe that would lead anyone trying to follow said recipe into a morbit disarray.

When in doubt, all you need is a qualified adult to swoop in and save the day :D

(Right, let's just throw gasoline into a wild fire, that would definitely stop it. I mean when there is nothing left to burn the fire would probably stop....Eventually!)

In the midst of the meeting..

Billy: That's it! What we need is an intervention from an experienced adult!

Hal: But we are adults?

Billy: ಠಿ_ಠ

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Billy: Just call your guardians.

So there it is, one afternoon, up in space where most hero resides in the watchtower. If you try to peek through a really small hole (or use your x-ray vision)... There was..

An aging butler, two retired farmers, a literal Goddess, a (The) Wizard and other member's parentual / guardian figure argueing in a large room about the validity of a ten-year old superhero.

Bonus:

Superman rushed to Kansas frantically searching for another set of clothing to give to his parents once he found out (to his horror) that his parents had decided to wear his merch, up to the watch tower lol.

Que a montage where most of the heroes' parents decided to tell embarrassing stories about their children, much to the dismay of said hero ( and much to the joy of Billy. )

#shazam #billy batson #Billy I-am-going-to-drag-you-down-with-me Batson #ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes

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lasagnaflavoredgrapes2 · 2 years

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An Idea just came up to my mind, an Au where the Champion and Billy are two different people (literary). Like 20 years ago, before Billy became the Champion, there was already a champion in Fawcett, but he died after a confrontation with Black Adam.

Thought, his physical body is beyond repaired, his spirit is still too stubborn to passed on, his motivation? He does not want to leave the Earth defenseless towards Adam's threats, (the jl exist, but they could only delay Adam's plan, not really neutralizing it) .

In those 20 years, the Wizard was working really hard to find the perfect host that is compatible with Marvel's , but since the Champion's disapearance, a lot of people are starting to get tempted by the deadly enemies of man, the Wizard fears that if he chooses a random person, it would easily lead to Marvel being corrupted as well. (As Marvel and the host would share a heart together. )

The Wizard fears that he won't be able to find the perfect host in time, that is until he finds Billy! The problem? Billy is still like 8.

Either way, if they wanted to have any chances to win, Billy have to be trained now. (Off to the subway he goes! )

So, the reason why whenever Billy transform to Captain Marvel he looked exactly like the old champion (also called CM) is because his image of a perfect hero is the old champion.

So anyways, whenever Billy transform to Captain, the old champion would guide him on how to use his powers correctly. He is like a ghost mentor inside your head.

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This goes on, until the day of the confrontation. Where everything that goes wrong did go wrong, Billy decided to de-transform and hide in one of the rubble.

"I can't do this I'm just a kid! This is insane!"

Blah blah ( I can't think of a good comeback rn)

Cap reasures Billy and what not, later on, it is revealed that the reason Black Adam seems stronger than Billy is not because Billy is weak (they are equals afterall) but because Billy is trying to hard to be like the old champion and not himself.

So in order to win, the old champion and Billy must be willing to let go and trust in each other.

Finally, after years of obsessively trying to protect the world from Adam, the old champion put his trust on Billy and moved on. Billy is terrified of course, but the champion trusting Billy is the push he needed to walk back to battle.

Oh, and since Billy is fully himself now, enjoy a barely ten year old beating the shit of an evil ancient super villain.

#billy batson #shazam #ignore and spelling and grammar mistakes #this au is inspired by a lot of tmblr post about shazam #it kinda sound familiar #idk where tho!#4am rambling post

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weepingfishturtledragon · 8 months

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You know what I'm curious about… how does Billy have any sense of time??? When I was a child (I still kinda am) I had no idea what time meant. You could have told me that I would need to wake up at 5:30am tomorrow and I would be awake till 2:00am. I can't imagine what it's like for a homeless kid who has no one keeping him accountable and no routine.

So because of this I think Captain Marvel is sporadic when showing up, none of his villains have any idea when he's going on patrol. They probably think he doesn't sleep at all, he just disappears into a different dimension and then reappears whenever. He'll only start to keep track of time when he joins the justice league so he's not late to meetings or monitor duty.

#billy batson #shazam #dc comcis #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #justice league #he just tell the league it's because he lived too long #time blindness????#don't get me started on calendar dates #you are just talking about the far FAR future #please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes

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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 8 months

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i gotta be mean to you all before I post a cute animation, mkay? so forgive me, but..

at least it has an encouraging message??

#the sparrow drawzzz #ineffable husbands #gos2 #good omens season 2 #good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable divorce #I LOVE HOW I DREW THEM HERE SO MUCH #AGHHHHH #also ignore the blatant spelling/grammar mistake #it was 10 pm <3

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quirkle2 · 7 months

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hi who wants excerpts from my wip fic recondite. don't answer that ur getting them anyway

Tome tuts, juts her lip out a bit into a pout as she stares at the rusted ceiling, arms crossed over her chest. Shigeo watches her watch the leaves sway there, hanging onto vines with skinny stems that the breeze pecks at. “Of course I’m a genius, I know this. It’s just… frustrating. It’s like I don’t even know what I don’t know.” Shigeo feels something in him pause, and he finds himself understanding those words in a visceral, molecular way, but he feels he’s linking them to unrelated things. Things that have nothing to do with math.

The energy in the room coils and bursts out like a water balloon, hard-hitting and sharp. Reigen yelps from behind him over the ear-splitting whine. Shigeo can feel an odd prickling of static along his skin in little dots, like acid spraying out from the fissures in the spirit’s bloated soulskin. Somehow he tastes every splatter even when none of it reaches his tongue—it’s a motley of sparkling water and freon, cold against his skin until the aftertaste gets uncomfortably warm and sweltering in his joints. His palms feel like dry ice. He hears Reigen make an odd noise, something between a whine and a gasp, as the rustling of clothing spells out one of his strange, quick squirms. “Holy hell, Mob—you didn’t have to go that hard!” One of the cardboard boxes in front of him sizzle and crack at the edges, some unknown chemical interaction between corrugate and psychic mana. A flap along the top falls off and hits the ground pathetically, smoking from pure heat and making a low crumble sound in his ears that sounds quite alien. He didn’t. And judging by the ever-so-slight tremor of the building, he’d say he shouldn’t have. He hadn’t even meant to, is the concerning thing.

“I just mean my powers… I didn’t mean for that to… ya’know,” Shigeo explains, and Teruki’s goofy persona softens into something more genuine, “They’ve been kinda weird today. I don’t know why.” His partner hums, sitting in the quiet music for a while. His fingers drum against Shigeo’s knee to the beat. “You have seemed… preoccupied, lately.” Shigeo cannot help but notice that he says it carefully. Like he’s afraid of using the wrong word. He can’t think of a synonym for preoccupied that could possibly offend him—he’s heard it all before, anyway, from other people. From people who didn’t care nearly as much as Teruki. No, Teruki isn’t like that. Teruki doesn’t think he’s oblivious. Something ugly pierces his gut there, at the thought, at the idea that Shigeo could think so lowly of his partner like that. Not everyone is out to get you.

“Are you doin’ alright?” Ritsu utters slowly, softly, and Shigeo thinks back to a few weeks ago, on Teruki’s (Reigen’s) couch, and how the answer he’d given to a very similar question had apparently been the wrong one. Ritsu asks this question a lot, though. And Shigeo never answers with anything but affirmatives. “Yeah,” he gives, because it feels impossible to say anything else. This feels like a ritual to him—Ritsu asks, Shigeo lies, they part ways. He doesn’t have it in him today to disturb the peace. “I’m fine.” He lets the answer hang in the air between them for a moment, lets it settle atop their shoulders like it always does, because the answer is light and made of helium and Shigeo wants it to retain that nothingness. It’s a nothing answer. It’s a nothing answer to a question about a nothing problem. Simple, really. He counts the seconds it takes Ritsu to say it. He makes it to seven and a half before his brother opens his mouth. “If you’re sure… but I’m always h—” —ere if you need me, Shigeo finishes in his head, recites it by heart. He knows. He knows Ritsu is here if he needs him. He appreciates it, he really does. But it’s a nothing problem, and it therefore needs a nothing solution.

#qkwrites #one sliver from each part i've written so far #ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes obviously i haven't edited them . i am still writing the fic #if people care enough ill prolly reblog this w new shit when i finish a new part so <3 yippee #btw shigeo refers to teru as his partner here but i don't write them as terumob i write them as a qpr #u can imagine whatever tho i don't rly mind

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