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monzamash · 1 year

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strawberries and cream — daniel ricciardo

summary – a pre-wimbledon rendezvous never hurt nobody. pairing – daniel ricciardo x you (female reader) rating – 18+ (smut, course language, light dom) word count – 1.6k a/n – this has been in my drafts for tooo long and actually came from two prompts sent in a few weeks ago by @percervall and anon, which were thigh riding 🔥 and “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” so rip to us all. masterlist

“Right this way, Mr Ricciardo.”

Wimbledon was the perfect amount of pomp and you expected nothing less from your British counterparts. There were celebrities everywhere you looked, right and left – all mingling and gossiping in the section exclusively reserved for the who’s who of London’s elite. It was your first time attending Wimbledon and the first public outing with Daniel outside of the formula one bubble.

You were nervous and understandably so, but the reassuring hand resting on your back, reaching for you every time he lost contact eased your nerves. He was the one who convinced you to tag along after all, insisting that you’d love it because you loved him. Cheesy, but it worked. And selfishly, he didn’t want to go alone.

“Thanks mate.” Daniel thanked the usher before scooting down the row, his bright smile greeting everyone you snuck past and apologising profusely until you made it to your seats.

Daniel pointed down at one of the two empty seats, offering for you to sit down first, “Oh absolutely not – after you, Mr Ricciardo,” You teased before taking the seat graciously, cheekily grinning up at your man.

Ha-ha, he sarcastically bit back and slid in next to you, hand instantly reaching for your thigh, “Sounds a lot better when you say it,” he whispered into your ear, capturing your undivided attention.

“Play your cards right and you might hear it again,” You taunted back in a hushed voice, giving him a taste of his own medicine and earning a soft whine in return.

You and Daniel had arrived late to the event, and for good reason. Barely a second had ticked by before Daniel had his hands on your waist, tugging you out of your shared bathroom and into his chokehold, “This dress is something else.”

His compliments never just washed over and your blushing cheeks always gave you away. There was something about the way he said them that was different to all of your exes, a sincerity that almost always took you by surprise even though he always made sure you knew how incredible you were. He was earnest and it was one of the reasons why you’d fallen in love with him. That list was endless.

“You look so good too, baby.” You teased, letting him pull you into his lap without much of a fight. The second you got a whiff of his cologne, you were under his spell, tingling between your thighs. There was something about it, something about him that made you weak, even when you knew you had to resist the temptation.

“But we don’t have time for this – you need to put on some pants because we’re already running late…”

You tried to reason but Daniel simply hummed into your neck and ghosted his lips over your skin, “I really don’t care, babe because you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now so…” He groaned, skimming his hands up under the hem of your dress and readjusting you on his thigh, “Get rid of these and ride me.”

“You’re not even hard, Dan,” You practically giggled as he tugged at your underwear. You could feel his soft cock under the thin cotton boxer briefs that were brushing against your leg, wondering what the hell he was on about.

“I’m not talkin’ about my dick, sweetheart. I want you to get yourself off on my thigh.”

Your voice got caught in your throat as you tried to protest, not really knowing how to respond but you knew you couldn’t do what he was asking, could you? You wanted to, of course, but time was ticking and the tennis waits for no-one, especially not two horny so and so’s who couldn’t keep it in their pants.

A raspy chuckle and a barely there stroke of your sensitive clit brought you out of the tormented thoughts you were having, which only exacerbated your desires.

“Hold ‘em just like that for me – that’s it,” Daniel encouraged as you reached down and held your panties to the side, letting your already slick pussy brush against his tanned, tattooed thigh.

Daniel brought his fingers up to his mouth, covered them in his spit and quickly resumed his pressure on your clit that was screaming for his attention. He’d riled you up, looked at you like you were his prey in the wilderness, ready to pounce and make you feel like you were on fire. And he’d barely even touched you yet, which made the sensation of his wet, yet rough fingertips feel even better. You couldn’t help but dive into the crook of his neck, a soft whiny moan slipping from your lips as he slowly stoked you into a state of pure bliss.

“Just rock back like that – remember that time in Portugal when we snuck off to the bathroom and did this? You liked that, right?”

Daniel needed to know that you were as excited about this as he was. He was being selfish in a way because watching you experience unsurmountable amounts of pleasure gave him a lot more satisfaction than his own high ever could and you deserved it after agreeing to spend your day off going to this match with him. It was going to be insufferable in the heat so he owed you this.

“I loved it.”

You didn’t even bother to look up from his neck when you moaned a reply to his question, now sliding against his unbelievably thick fingers that were warming you up for the main event, “I could come like this.”

“Don’t,” Daniel firmly shot back before removing his hand and gripping your rutting hips, “Find where it feels the best, baby. Make a mess, I don’t care – do what you need to do to feel good, yeah?” His voice was melodic, calming, erotic and you did as you were told.

The angle wasn’t perfect to begin with as you lowered yourself and completely surrendered to the mercy of his tensed thigh. It felt great even while you tested the waters, but as you began to rock back and forth, you could feel the muscles in his leg contracting and you needed to chase them to chase your high. It was almost like a game the way the landscape of your playground kept changing, a ridge under hi taut skin suddenly appearing out of nowhere, hitting your clit perfectly and lunging you forward into Daniel’s shoulder, moaning uncontrollably.

“You have no idea how good this feels,” You groaned into his ear, kissing him profusely, trying to distract yourself from how embarrassingly close you were after only a couple of minutes riding on his thigh.

“Sounds like it,�� Daniel replied, eyes focused on where your wetness was dripping down his leg, tattoos glistening under the dim bedroom lighting. If he wasn’t hard before, he was now but he hadn't even noticed. Fucking you senseless wasn’t always a means to his end and he was more than happy having you unravelling above him, sharp teeth biting the skin on his clavicle as you bucked through your high, “You gonna come for me? Show me how good it feels.”

Mmm-hmm, you hummed, high-pitched and barely audible to the human ear. You threw your head back, panting, arched spine as the knots twisting in your stomach came undone. Daniel’s name and a couple of expletives tumbled from your throat, one after the other, repeating until you felt his hand slapping down on your bare arse, the sound and sensation alone nearly triggering your orgasm again until you caught your breath and composed yourself.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Daniel whispered and tucked the hair that had fallen from your hair tie out of the way of your angelic face.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now.”

“Bad?” You grimaced, feeling droplets of sweat sliding down your spine underneath your thin white dress, knowing you probably looked like a hot mess. But Daniel shook his head and chuckled, shocked by your question.

“What? No! You look unreal like this, all fucked out and blushing – you drive me fucking crazy… And look at you all over me,” He groaned, languidly swiping his fingertips over his gleaming thigh and licking them, savouring your elixir. The colours were more vibrant, clearer now without the lustful haze hindering your vision.

“So. Bloody. Sexy,” He punctuated each word with a firm peck to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth on the last one and taking your breath away again.

“You are.” You mumbled into his feverish mouth before pressing your shaky hands to his shoulders and breaking the heated kiss, “But we really have to go, honey. I think the uber’s called me three times.”

“You know what? Nick is such a fucking brat anyways, why are we supporting him again?” Daniel asked as he dragged himself up from the bed in search for the pants he’d ironed only an hour ago.

“That’s a great question…” You quietly hummed, not really knowing the answer yourself, “Kinship, maybe? Pity? I have no idea but you said you’d be there so we have to be there.”

And here you were, silently sitting and watching his fellow Aussie chucking a tantrum at the end of every game, hands clasped together in Daniel’ lap. You glanced up to your left and rested your chin on his padded shoulder, looking like a dream in his suit and tie, sunglasses shielding his kind eyes.

“Thank you for earlier, by the way. Don’t think I voiced my appreciation properly,” You whispered causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end as a smirk tugged on the corners of his mouth. Daniel tilted his head to the side and leaned in close to the cusp of your ear, cheek-to-cheek and whispered –

“My pleasure… but you can thank me properly later, sweetheart.”

thoughts? feelings? i wanna know all of them! or click here for more of my writing if you liked this one x

#definitely feel a certain way about this one #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut #f1 imagine #monzamashmasterlist #monzamashprompts #love writing for this man too much

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egophiliac · 5 months

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happy new year Ego!!! Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your twst fanart and the tags are just an absolute pleasure to read! You are my greatest inspiration for my personal twst art and I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful masterpieces <333 if possible, may I ask what are some of your headcanons for the diasomnia family? If not for diasomnia then any other characters are fine as well!

thank you, and happy new year! 💚💜💚 that is amazing to hear; it's always a little bewildering but super flattering that other people like my silly little doodles so much!

I don't think I really have any really solid headcanons and also canon keeps validating me left and right (FLUFFY DOMESTIC DIAFAM IS REAL). mostly just kind of...impressions and general thoughts, if that makes sense! lately though I've been kind of obsessed with thinking about Lilia's hair, and specifically when/why he ended up cutting it. (l-look, we're bouncing around the timeline and I gotta make decisions about these things when I draw, it's relevant) (I mean I would probably be weirdly fixated on this anyway, but.)

I think I've settled on the idea that he kept it long until he went to NRC, partly because 1) I like drawing The Ponytail, and 2) I think he thought of NRC as a chance to reinvent himself a bit! he gets to go and be a wacky carefree teenager for a few years and have fun! (officially he's there to keep an eye on Son #1, but how much trouble could he get into, really.) so he gave himself a Cool Teen Haircut to go with his fresh new Cool Teen Persona!

also maybe he had some reflection on his hair's troubled past with three kids...

...and had to weigh his vanity versus the fact that he was going off to be around hundreds of kids on a daily basis, and. the choice suddenly seemed obvious.

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers #this is my blog and i'm going to write a million words about lilia and you can't stop me #but anyway i do genuinely get the impression that he's using Pretending to Be a Teenager as a chance to be even sillier than usual #he's a very silly man he's just being EXTRA silly #supported by his recent birthday card where he says he was specifically trying to cast himself as an adorable little brother-type #because he wanted the other students to give him free shit and save him seats and things like that #it worked for about a week before he turned out to be way too good at stuff and everyone just kind of ended up in awe of him instead #and he was like DANGIT. I'VE RUINED IT FOR MYSELF.#(then he and epel went on to talk about their hypothetical vtubersonas because the birthday cards are INSANE but anyway)#i'm bad at headcanons :( sorry!#unless it's dumb things like...what pokemon they would have or whatever #(malleus would have some kind of special fancy-colored dragapult) (but i digress)#i have a hard time putting things into words. just know that i love the grampa bat and his weird kids very much.#my brain is also still kind of fried from the last couple of weeks #i am however starting 2024 off the way i intend to continue it: in deep contemplation of anime hair #(sorry if these look weirdly aliased) (i realized about 3/4 of the way through i was using the wrong brush and i didn't want to restart :U)

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teddybearty · 5 months

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Finished Prison of Plastic for the second time recently sooooo here’s a BEAR TRAP!! 🐻 🐻 🐻

#epithet erased #prison of plastic #ee molly #molly blyndeff #teddy's artwork #teddy's art #digital art #THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD GUYS #IMMA GET THE PHYSICAL AS SOON AS I GET PAID BC I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH #MY AWESOME SISTER GOT THE AUDIOBOOK SINCE SHE CONTRIBUTED TO THE KICKSTARTER #WE JUST LOVE THIS SERIES MAN #there’s not another series that I love almost ALL OF THE CHARACTERS #ITS JUST TOO GOOD #the writing: amazing #the characters: silly and lovable #awesome all around

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zhongrin · 6 months

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my lower leg and feet had been essentially marinating in rain water for like 3+ hours today, so i made myself some chamomile tea after a hot shower... and it got me thinking.

zhongli listening to you complain about how the rain was so cold and poured so heavily out nowhere, and he wordlessly starts to prepare a hot soak for your feet with a few drops of lavender oils.

zhongli who gently tells you to continue rambling about your day as he lifts your feet into the basin of hot water before settling himself comfortably on the floor, his hands softly massaging your skin.

zhongli who looks up at you with adoration as he felt you start to relax, who asks you whether the water's too hot, or if he needs to use more or less strength to massage your tired muscles, who chuckles in amusement as you blush and thank him with a shy smile.

zhongli who, if he could, would have built you an elevated pathway so you won't have to step on any puddles, commands the stones to rise and shield you from the rain and wind, and makes sure you get to your destination without any inconveniences whatsoever...

but alas, his days as a god has ended and he had decided to live as a mortal, so he chooses to follow what good mortal husbands would do when their spouse has had a rough day outside.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #i cant i love this man too much im #oughshdjiwhdksdhlshd #sipping my chamomile tea aggressively and kicking my feet

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saudrag · 6 days

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this movie felt like a fever dream. so much touching

#spirk #can they STOP making out in front of everyone #it makes me sick #LIKE #SPOCK OFFERED HIS HAND FAR TOO MANY TIMES IN A DAY #like yeah i GET it you want to kiss this human man silly OKAY #star trek #i obviously love them so much but they need to learn shame #LIKE WHAT WAS THAT #james t kirk #james kirk x spock #spock #so much for a movie writed and directed by william shatner

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miss-allsundays · 2 months

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the thing is, blitzø isn’t in denial about his own feelings; he is in denial about stolas’.

blitzø knows he cares about the prince, he knows that it isn’t just about the grimoire for him anymore, but he’s convinced that his love is completely unrequited, because who in their right mind would like a bastard like him?

not only is stolas leagues above him in terms of social status, but in blitzø’s eyes, he also has nothing of value to add to the table as a person. he’s nothing but an asshole who has ruined lives, who doesn’t know how to build functioning relationships without fucking everything up one way or another. the only meaningful connection he has is with his daughter, and even then she had no other option, he adopted her.

whenever he sees a real, romantic bond, he instantly jumps to the sexual aspect of it- he’s seemingly weirdly interested in moxxie and millie’s relationship, especially when it comes to their bedroom life, and when he finds out that what fizz and ozzie have is genuine, he starts cracking vulgar jokes right away.

this is probably because sex is the most familiar aspect of it all for him, something even himself can obtain; which is why he sticks to that when it comes to stolas. he wants to keep their deal strictly sexual, because that makes it easy to manage. no strings attached means he won’t get hurt, and even worse, he won’t hurt the other person.

so when their dynamic starts to shift, even if to a minuscule amount, he panics and tries to forcefully stop that from happening.

we see it happening firstly during the harvest moon festival, when he stumbles through his own words in an attempt to correct striker, and then during ozzie’s, when he berates stolas at the end of the night, and then finally during OOPS, as he rants to fizz about how the owl doesn’t like him at all. nuh uh. no way in hell.

(you tell yourself that blitzø, we all think.)

#helluva boss #blitzø #sorry i’m writing a blitz-centric stolitz oneshot #so he’s been occupying my mind a little too much #i love him so much man this fucking guy means so much to me #bringing the term apologist back just for him #stolitz

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just-null-cult · 6 months

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Fr bro I love your energy! Noritoshi is so pretty and so criminally underrated. Keep up the good work in making more of us lusting publicly for him. You've done amazing job! That boy well-deserved it :)

tysm!! I try to open the eyes of the public to his qualities. join my cult yall, Noritoshi is so good listen to me.

but on the topic of energy, whether you're high or low energy, Noritoshi loves it. the only difference is how he reacts to it.

Let's say you're low energy or prefer subtlety in your affection..

Noritoshi will initiate first! ..after a while... in his own way.... He needs to gather enough courage and collect his thoughts properly, then hes good to go! He prefers more subtle displays of affection too, but if needed he'll be blunt about it. He'll learn to adapt to slightly teasing remarks, going as far as to banter and tease back, moreover he's just very loving. So loving it can be embarrassing from time to time because of how intense the atmosphere can get.. the best way he can be described here is princely.

A small smile forms on Noritoshi's lips when he feels you're around. He turns to you, already memorizing each and every quirk you have so that he doesn't waste any time setting his sights on you again. His hands reach out to tug on your sleeve as he looks at you with a gaze so needy you can practically tell what he's about to ask. "May i hold your hand?" His voice comes so smooth that if you didn't know him, you would've missed the twinge of desperation it carried. You couldn't help yourself, you shook your head, a mischievous grin slowly creeping onto your lips at the sight of Noritoshi's pouted lip. Of course he'd do as you say even if it was clearly unfair, but not without some complaints. He clicks his tongue, a quiet mutter of "cheeky.." escapes under his breath. He knows you do this on purpose to mess with him, he was tempted to beg a little, but decided against it. it was an embarrassing thought to begin with. Seriously, how mean can someone be to make a guy think like this? ..Extremely, if the guy's pouting is cute enough! Noritoshi lifts his hand to his chin, thinking of the many ways he can try to get around this obstacle you cruelly placed in front of him. He leans in close, hovering next to you as he usually does when he thinks. He faces you as who knows what goes on in his head, his closed eyes not even giving you a hint as to what he could be thinking. "Ah, pardon me, I got lost in thought. I suppose i can keep my distance, so long as you keep looking at me with that charming gaze of yours." Ah, so he was just winding up for a pick up line. How lame, but.. get used to it. He's going to shadow behind you the entire day with more one liners like that unless you shut him up yourself. Wait.. was that his plan? The faint sly smirk tugging on the corner of Noritoshi's lips and the warm hue on the apple his of cheeks are all you need to figure out the rest.

If you're high energy or prefer more blunt methods of affection..

Noritoshi gets overwhelmed and flustered from such raw approaches from you that he comes off as a bit rude. It's only because you make his heart so full that he needs to shut you down or else he'll do something embarrassing!! He wants to impress you, of course he enjoys your advances very much, but it's not very slightly to see someone like him act like a crushing school girl!! or so he thinks.

Noritoshi yelps in surprise as you snake your hands around his waist from behind. He doesn't push you away or even move for that matter, he's frozen stiff. Is he still alive? Like any good lover would, you benevolently press your ear against his back to listen for a heart beat. ..You didn't hear anything until the sound of Noritoshi sharp inhale came through. That was unexpected, but it works. He squirmed a little, seemingly trying to shrug you off but quickly giving up, accepting the fact that you've got him trapped. "You imbecile, e-enough of this!" he scolded, though he made no actual effort to stop you. Noritoshi remains stiff for the most part, but looking at the back of his increasingly flushing neck reassures you that he is, indeed, alive. He's just being stubborn! Not turning or even a greeting, just rude name calling again! You raise one hand and place it over his heart to hold him tighter in your embrace. As expected, its practically pounding against his chest. He swats your hand away and finally turns back to you with those cute furrowed brows and rosy cheeks. "You're such a bully, you know that?" he huffs out, any semblance of sternness failing to take effect as his jutted bottom lip quivers. Mercifully, you finally let go and spare him by not pointing out the quiet whine he let out. He stumbles forward and turns around to face you fully, trying to keep an eye out for any more of your stunts while he catches his breath. He felt so dizzy from being in your arms, if he were held for a moment longer, he surely would've melted right then and there. Noritoshi's hands trembled as he smoothed out his clothes, his mouth opening and closing as any and all words died in his throat. He wanted to yell at you for being so forward, for giving him no chance to prepare, for letting go of him, for a lot of things..! Yet he just pouted as he tried to calm the flush on his face. His hands instantly whipped up in front of him when he noticed you took a step towards him. He can't handle another display of affection right now, he'll go weak at the knees! But how can you hold back when he's just so damn cute?

The most likely outcome is a mixture of both with a heavy leaning towards one. Either way, you're very right!! He's extremely pretty.

#noritoshi #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #ezralva #cw: shotty writing from an amateur writer who is desperate for you to see his vision and why hes frothing at the mouth over a guy #could you feel the yandere undertones. i couldnt help myself. sue me #basically you give him enough time to gather his rizz if youre low energy but jumpscare the fuck out of him if youre high energy #and you know how he handles jumpscares according to this cult #heh #oh and you got me kicking my feet and shit bro #lusting publicly for him.... i couldnt word it better myself #thats the entire reason for having a cult and indoctrinating the public. ty my beloved cult member #BUT YEAH. LIKE I HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY AND BRAIN POWER DEDICATED TO THIS MAN #I GOTTA INFECT OTHERS CAUSE HES SO. RIPS OFF MY FACE #TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT. I EAT THOSE UP MORE THAN ANYTHING. I LOVE YOU BRO #GOD HE *****DOES***** DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION FUCK. HES SO!!!!!!!!! //PUNCHES MYSELF

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thekittyokat · 21 days

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you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

#sorry i got really into my feelings about mark hoffman again #the very specific version of him in my brain that i really really wish i had the time and energy to properly share with you guys #saw #well until i muster the energy to explode all of my feelings out into a fic. if you want to TRY and understand #know that my three biggest hoffman fic insps right now are as follows #your best kept secret hoffman. a series of mistakes hoffman. and rushed like a dreadful wind hoffman.#there is a very clear throughline just know i am extremely emotionally compromised rn #thinking about theee fics vs the canon path hoffman spirals down #something something the absolute tragedy of watching a man's descent into madness #the transformation of a man into a monster #and what could have saved him from himself and kramer's corruption #sorry i'm rambling so much oh my god i was just having such a crying fit out of nowhere about this #do you think he could feel it happening. do you think he was aware he was losing his mind.#the script version of him fucks with me so bad. the crazed rankings and the longer hair and him not being well kept anymore #it's impossible to think he didn't know he was deteriorating #fuuuck okay i need to either chill or write a whole longfic rn #i project on that guy so much i truly don't know if i could properly write my vision of him #until i do something more substantial the full extent of my hoffman exists for me and my boyfriend only. they get me like no one else #well ginny and jenna also get me. please read best kept secret and a series of mistakes Oh My God #where am i going with this. i like tag rambling actually this is a nice way to do it without forcing EVERYONE to read my delirium #anyways if you've read all of this i think i love you? feel free to dm me about hoffman and my very specific headcanons and aus #maybe soon i'll try and start writing my fics about this tragic man #i could never say any of this on twitter btw they'd string me up for my opinions on him as a sad wet beast who could have been fixed #if only he hadn't been weaponized first #god i'm too tired to even be as embarrassed about this as i should be. thought i unlearned cringe already #but i've been spending way too much time on twitter and they HAAATE hoffman there #rip. i know it's not that serious but i'm sensitive rn and hate feeling lonely in my thoughts #ok bye for real otherwise i'll never shut up. i might tag ramble more often bc this was therapeutic in a way i needed badly #cat chat

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sciderman · 9 days

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I give you one better, I invite you to avoid the negativity and tell us. What would be the perfect DP/SP cannon comic for you? Like that topics and motivations and even silly jokes would make you fill with joy and happiness and fun reading it?

Also if you could choose any writer to do it, who would it be?

for real the spideypool book of all time is avenging spider-man #12-#13, for wade and peter's ridiculous dynamic where - unlike most of deadpool and spider-man's team-ups, spider-man is honestly in good spirits and good humour, and is rolling with the punches.

i think that's the big reason why i love this particular team-up so much - it's not as mean-spirited as literally every other spider-man and deadpool routine, where spider-man is kind of excessively mean to deadpool. like sure, wade and peter aren't friends, exactly, but peter's not excessively mean, and they just have this delightful little dynamic where - like, peter's disappointed, but i don't know, it doesn't feel belittling to me. even when peter's disappointed.

it's the most likeable peter's ever been in any spider-man and deadpool team-up. he really really has a likability issue in every single spider-man/deadpool team-up. in every single one, save for this one, peter is just... really unlikeable in the spider-man/deadpool dynamic. he's always holier-than-thou, and i really can't stand it.

so if there were a spider-man and deadpool book i'd want to read - it would have to have wade and peter on equal footing. none of this holier-than-thou stuff - peter doesn't see himself as superior. he probably will still see deadpool as a nuisance, but he doesn't think he's better than wade. i'd want it to stay street-level. i'd want a lot of opportunities for each of them to surprise each other with their abilities - i'd want wade to constantly be taken aback by peter's brilliance, and i'd want peter to be taken aback by how sharp wade is. i'd want that respect between them to grow, over time. equal footing. a balance of powers. i really don't think it's fair that, kind of consistently, peter's always held the power in the dynamic and wade's kind of always a bit of a doormat with peter. so - i want them to dismantle that hero-worship dynamic, and put them on equal footing.

god. and the series has to be funny. dear god let it be funny. the sm/dp series was just - not funny. i can't remember a single joke that landed, for me. if there's anything a spider-man and deadpool book has to be, it's funny. please. deeeeaaaar god please.

#sci speaks #i don't know about which writer i'd pick.#i'd say i'd love a book done by niceiza but like #i don't know. yes he technically ESTABLISHED the spideypool dynamic. he wrote the first spider-man and deadpool canonical meeting.#he laid the groundwork. but i don't know if it's a dynamic he's very passionate about.#he's my favourite deadpool writer but. i don't know if i want to see his particular wade interacting with peter.#i just don't think they'd get along.#niceiza's wade is kind of too much of an insecure baby. and there's always an imbalance of power when he writes wade.#thinking of my silly little reference to wil.e coyote in tunnel o' love. that's nicieza's wade.#an unfortunate figure who kind of always embarrasses himself.#that's not the wade i want to see paired up with peter.#with cable yeah. that's funny.#but with peter? i don't know. i don't think peter should hold the power in the dynamic. it should be a balance of powers.#nate can be the straight man. but i don't really like seeing peter be reduced to the straight man.#he's not. he's not the straight man. he needs to be as much of a goofball and as much of an embarrassment as wade.#yeah. yeah.

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yoyo-s-coffee · 4 months

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a break from the murder

#OKAY. okay. I'm insane Abt this game like. the demos barely out but I'm #foaming at the mouth like hope I'm not raising my expectations too much but it seems goood?????#literally obsessed with Leander. what's wrong with him. why is his monster form himself #oh to be a monster because you are too human #man's too fine he's Deranged I love him #@Leander y is your belt so complicated #trying to write a fic on TS is like trying to stich up a torn shirt because huh what when how #my art #digital art #fanart #art #digital painting #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved leander #leander #touchstarved ais #ais #yoyo's

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luck-of-the-drawings · 4 months

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my TWO FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD, VAMPIRES N COWBOYS... deacon keller is SUCH a fun character, hes charming and funny but ALSO formidable and STRONG when he feels he needsta be. i hope him and arthur can get a chance to talk more and be better friends. l ike really good friend s. . like. like really good f. hangon i gotta go i think i hauve rabies.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #jrwi suckening spoilers #deacon keller #arthur bennett #OOUGUGHHAAOGUguguhh i feel so cringe whenever i ship two characters. like theyre not even REAL #why cant i be more 'hyperfixated' on getting bitched or something. CHRIST. anwyay i want em to hold hands or smth. yknow. freak stuff.#SO DEACON KELLER!! HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR TALKIN ABT THIS PLACE GETTING ATTACKED.. WE SAW HIM APPROACHING #AND THEN THE WHOLE FEAST PORTION OF THE PARTY HAPPENED N HE GOT STUCK #BUT HE KNEEEWW HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR SOMEHOW!! i just think thats neat. hes dedicated to protecting his people. hes respectable!!#GOD he doesnt even have that much screen time but i LOVE HIMMM n his silly lil shadow steed named Sunshine.. like cmon.... ugh.....#hes sweet n hes funny and he CAARES about the things hes in charge of on some levels. he certainly does his best to look after his own.#god idk what else to write here other than how much hes been on my MMMIND lately. the doctors are still running diagnostiscs #i just think hes so neat... also i think its funny that hes afraid o snakes. OH YKNOW lemme just talk abt my damn art. first o all this too #SSSOOO LONG. WEEKS EVEN.IVE BEEN WORKIN ON IT SINCE EP 5 WAS ON PATREON.it was sposed to be justa buncha doodles but then it Evolved #idk man...cowboys are just so cool...especially w VAMP POWERS..fastest shot in the west for a REASON BABY...n with the red smoke #n the glowing eyes..CMOn thats so cool i hadta get my visions into reality. the eyes were inspired by the music video for RATTLESNAKE (kglw #that where the IM THE SERPENT lines come from.lyrics from tha song.ooh yeah i love kglw so much...i also have other hidden messages here #i like to hide things...ALSO ALSO. I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE W SO MUCH O THIS. the two bits with arthur n deacon biting eachother. AGONY #POSES ARE SO HHARRDDD SAME WITH THAT doodle o arthur slammin deacons head into the ground. WEEKS to get that pose RIGHT. I BLED SO MUCH #OHH AND GUNS???COWBOYHATS?? HIS GAY LIL JACKET? W THE DANGLIES?? AGOONYYY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PERFECT IT..especialy guns. OUUUHH #i also dont draw mustaches enough... which sucks bc im weak for a good mustache... BUT i think im doing pretty well on that.#it was hard but yknow what!! i think i did good! i rly like how this all turned out!! EXCEPT FOR THA FUCKIN RIBBON BOW THING I FORGOT TODRA #IN THE TOP RIGHT... THAT I JSUT NOTICED...its fine its fine i dont care that much. this is good enough to FEAST upon so im content n happy.#anyway i gotta leave ina few hours to start TRAINING for my NEW JOB!! CHEER FOR ME!! TRUCK IS A BLACKJACK DEALER NOW!! IEAAAHHH BABYYYY!!!!#thanku for reading my weird lil scrolls i bury beneath my posts. if u leave tags i WILL absorb them. and feel joy.

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milky-aeons · 4 months

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𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

౨ৎ . . . even though you may not always be by his side, there are multiple ways you and ARMIN ARLERT express your love for each other.

warnings: sexual content, memories of war, ptsd, marriage, pregnancy, mdni, w.c 845

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ tenerife sea — ed sheeran ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was, at first, not very forthcoming about his feelings towards you. Who allowed them to balloon into something monstrous, something that wouldn't let his eyes leave you no matter where you came or when you went.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who mustered up the courage to ask you on a date after weeks of deliberation. That mind of his really was a double-edged sword, having the ability to lead squadrons to victory but crumbled when he looked into your eyes and became so adorably tongue-tied.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who, on the day of your wedding, wore a crown of flowers in her hair and jewellery made from emerald sea-glass. Who kept the jewellery on that night you spent together, the smooth stone sliding over your bouncing breasts as you rode him into ecstasy.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who held him tight on those nights he couldn't sleep. When the haunting echoes of war visited him instead of dreams. Who cradled him against your chest and carded through his golden hair, humming to him a song from your childhood, until his tense shoulder muscles smoothened down and he took more even, slumbering breaths.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was always phenomenal when it came to choosing gifts. Whether they be for special occasions like your one year anniversary — when he surprised you with that delicate little music box specially crafted to play that tune, the one you always sung to him — or little delicates he brought home after a long day's work. Chocolates, flowers, books from the Capital where he conducted the duties of Commander.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would know immediately when your husband has had a taxing day. When he'd come through the door of the little town house you shared — his eyes shadowed, his hair mused from where he ruffled at it. You would go to him and place longer, sweeter kisses against his lips. You would instruct him to sit in the kitchen so you could brew him some tea, so you could take your fingers to his temples and draw soothing little circles.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who brought you to the beach on late summer's nights. Who would be mysterious and playful with his little secret, ushering you out of the house when you least expected it. Of course, he had the charade planned right down to the finer details; the standing wax candles in the sand, the blanket, the bottle of fine Mitras wine and two polished glasses waiting to be drunk.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was reserved with his desires, and yet eager to please you at the same time. Who would murmur hot and heady into your ear; where do you need it, love? Does it feel good when I do this? Tell me what you need, let me please you. Who had years of power in his honed abdomen muscles and thighs as he would use them to thrust into you without conviction. Who would relish in the way you called out his name as your walls clenched around him, undoing him by the very seams.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who gave him a small clothed package unannounced one day. Watchful as he undid the layers with those gorgeous blue eyes wide and curious. Who did not take long to understand what the gift meant — a little wooden horse and a hat that would be much too small for him. He had stood, unbelieving, his eyes shining with tears, and picked you up in a hug that stole the air from your lungs and spun you round, round, round.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who lay beside your curved belly swollen with life and read to them. About fields of fire, endless seas of ice, vast rivers of colour in the night sky. Who would place kisses to your unborn child, who would place kisses on the back of your hand and tell you how much he loved you.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who cooked with you on the days he had been spared from his military duties. Who would lift your beautiful child up into the air and make them giggle as you stirred the pot. Who would come up behind you and encircle you in his strong arms, placing a quick, chaste kiss on your temple.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was cunning with him, adoring the blush that still coloured your husbands cheeks when you did something daring. You would seek him out on late nights in the study as he poured over reports by lamplight. Quietly, you would slip your nightdress down from your shoulders and let it fall to a pool at your feet. It always made your pulse flutter, the way he looked at you, like a man strangled. Like a man so madly and irrevocably in love.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who, before he left every morning and before he closed his eyes at night, would mutter the same exact words;

"I love you, my moon and stars."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would murmur right back;

"And I love you too, my entire night sky."

WRITING REQUESTS

#attack on titan #aot #aot fanfiction #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert fluff #armin arlet smut #armin arlet headcanons #i was feeling very big feelings for this man tonight #i love him too much #🪄— milky writes #headers by firefly graphics! <3 #‼️ — spoilers #💓 — thump

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mikakuna · 24 days

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@jstodd and i truly believe jason would heal if he got to be a mama. give him a baby or few and he'll slowly heal from all the trauma his own parents gave him. let him take care of and love a couple of munchkins and he'll be okay. since nobody else can show him how a real family is supposed to be, let him learn how to create one for his babies.

in short, let this man be a mother!

#he loves children so much i genuinely believe he needs to adopt #he would be so protective and loving #and he'd be vocal about his love too #him learning not to use violence or silence like his parental figures when arguing with his kids #he wears matching outfits with his babies #halloween comes and he's a kangaroo with his joeys #once his kids are like teenagers they WILL begin plotting on getting that man a husband #jason todd #red hood #second robin #jason todd headcanon #dc #(( writing 💌 ))

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russenoire · 8 days

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on first watch as an anime-only, i remember feeling like ritsu kageyama's descent into evil in episode seven needed a little more air, more space to breathe. i... no longer do. if that slide down the slippery slope feels a bit sudden, there is a reason; and if you know what to look for, it's not actually all that sudden. bear with me here.

from the first episode, the anime sets ritsu up as shigeo's kind, solicitous younger brother. we don't see much of him for the first three episodes, but when we do, he's making bids for shigeo’s attention: helpfully straightening his spoon when it bends and deposits a bite of his dinner on the dining table; noting that he seems out of it and offering himself up as a confidant at least twice; checking in on him in the morning so they can both leave on time. (i actually love the anime for doing this. ritsu doesn't even show up as a character until maybe the middle of the manga's second volume?) except for the spoon, shigeo gently turns him down every time.

and yet. the interview ichi mezato snags with ritsu in episode four confirms a distance between the kageyama boys. you are not seeing things here. he initially refuses her desire for detailed information about shigeo’s powers, only indulging her to find out what shigeo’s been up to. ritsu holds those powers in such awe that he uses a rather hyperbolic phrase to describe shigeo for her: '世界の基本', or sekai no kihon, literally the standard for [his] world.

after he coldly walks out on her, she reviews what little she’s gleaned from their chilly meeting: he's hawt, at the top of his class, athletic, very popular... all things his older brother decidedly is not. the story establishes a duality here between ritsu’s image—indirectly revealed through mezato’s notes—and the reality of ritsu, sat hunched across from her, sullen, barely tolerating her until she coughed up the information she promised him. later on that evening, we see just how deep ritsu's awe goes... or rather, how snared up it is in resentment and envy as he attempts in vain to bend a spoon, just like shigeo did when they were younger. all the trophies of others’ esteem already gathering dust on his shelves don’t mean shit if he can’t have this.

ritsu intercepts shigeo as he leaves for class the next morning: no student council meeting, so an opportunity to actually talk to him. this is rare, his brother notes. and of course dimple is haunting shigeo. when the specter comments on their apparent closeness, the boy side-eyes him hard. this can easily be read two ways: ‘why the hell are you talking to me when no one else can see you?’ and ‘man, fuck you for sticking the knife in deeper.’ ritsu doesn’t ask about the cult meeting here or ever in the entire series. was he really all that interested in mezato’s news? no, he only wants to know why his brother doesn’t use his powers anymore. and this is the first time they’ve talked about this.

it’s such a neat little mystery, these breadcrumbs the story leaves for us until ritsu’s formal introduction in episode six. even though they share the same home and appear to be on friendly terms, the kageyama brothers may as well live on opposite sides of the planet. we don’t even get a sense of why this state of affairs exists until episode five, where teru chokes the breath out of shigeo and his pissed-off soul levels teru’s school before catapulting him into the stratosphere to reflect on his sins: several years prior, shigeo nearly killed ritsu (and possibly ended three much older boys) in an accident neither boy understands; fragments of memory flash before his eyes as his consciousness shorts out.

‘brother, you’re home late, sopping wet. here’s a towel. are you hungry? you seem down; is everything OK? if you need to talk, i’m here for you.’

instead of turning down this bid for connection like all the rest and turning inward again, shigeo actually opens up. he apologizes for the accident—for the first time—then asks for some clarity, since his memories of it are broken. and ritsu clenches the knob to his brother’s bedroom door tighter. he lies to his face, tells him to ‘get over it already.’ this after asking shigeo to confide in him again, no less: too terrified to be honest with him, too used to being shot down. this boy is soaking in fear he has no context for, and he heads downstairs to soak in it alone. shigeo at least has reigen to process his own fears with, though he never trusts the man enough to take full advantage.

ritsu has no one.

he’s already keeping up appearances at home and has been for years; over the course of the spring cleaning big cleanup arc, we learn the extent to which he’s been doing so at school.

(all those expectations of him weighing him down for so long… he can’t hold out forever.)

student council vice president tokugawa calls him out on trying to melt into the scenery like his brother; his considerable gifts make that impossible. said gifts, however, are so ego-dystonic for him that they’re yet another part of Ritsu Kageyama’s Big Lie. the academically-gifted, popular sprinter so many of his fellow students swoon over isn’t real: why does everyone praise him for things anyone could do? he doesn’t actually have friends, just associates. who cares about charisma? why does everyone think he’s perfect when the only thing he truly wants will never be his? and why does his locker leak chocolate every valentine’s day?

gentle reader. are you still wondering why he snaps when he finally gets his wish? and why it looks the way it does?

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luxaofhesperides · 7 months

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"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space.

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him.

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache.

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away.

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms.

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath.

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade.

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe.

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe.

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body.

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He’s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form.

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat.

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s.

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry.

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does.

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day.

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient.

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will.

Always, always, always.

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[send me ghostlights prompts!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #you ever think about how painful transformation must be? especially for eldritch danny turning into something human into something not?#yeah :) hurt and comfort!!#duke best boyfriend of the year tbh we all need a man like him in our lives #imagine the next time duke is in danger and danny comes to help and this human guy suddenly GROWS and his body unfolds and a mass of stars #and space comes out demanding in a voice that makes ears bleed that they leave signal alone or face the consequences #anyways after that gotham knows that the signal is loved by some monster/god so they try not to piss him off too much #this is all good and fine until goons and criminals make danny shrines and leave gifts and snacks on it so he'll show them mercy #and duke has to scold danny about not eating suspicious shrine snacks #thanks for the prompt!!

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