#the pleasure is all mine
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a bonus chapter of the pleasure is all mine would made me happier you know…..
Listen... it's on the cards okay, I promise 😭😂
It would make ME happier as well😂
Again, writers block has been a bitch this year and I keep scrapping everything I write😅
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AU where bruce and co. (his entire hoarde of kids, even jason in disguise) are at a gala. And it's a really big gala, party of the year type of thing in Gotham, absolutely unmissable. And usually, even the rogues know that this night is off limits, so it's relatively safe. So, they're all at this gala, right?
And then the joker crashes it because he has no respect for Gotham traditions. Breaks in through a window, yada yada. He starts to go on this whole villain speech as per usual, and everyone is waiting for the heroes to come. But all the heroes are at the gala, in their civilian identities, with a thousand eyes on them. No one can reasonably slip away, except for maybe jason, who's already seething mad and ready to attack. But with the chaos and people trying to get away, all the exits are blocked, and his helmet is at home.
Bruce is at the front of the crowd, facing the Joker. Joker sees him and makes a comment about Jason, and goes on about how Bruce must've felt when his baby died. And then he brings up how he killed the little birdie too, just a few days before the terrorist attacks that allegedly killed Jason. And he mentions how much he tortured Robin before his death, and Bruce snaps.
He leaps forward, absolutely hammering the shit out of the joker. Beats him up so bad, no finesse or technique to it, just pure rage. His kids try to pull him off, to no avail. No one else even tries. By the end of it, by the time the police arrive, the joker is more blood than body, and Bruce has finally calmed down. Everyone is just staring at him in shock, understandably. (The joker ends up in hospital, paralysed and in a coma)
His kids all drag Bruce home and give him an entire lecture about his persona and how his cover has probably been blown. About excessive violence and how he refused to kill joker but then pulled this in public?? They're all worried about the fallout in the news the next day.
No one sleeps that night, for various reasons, but then when the newspaper comes out the next morning... there's just nothing bad written?? The headline is something about Bruce being a hero for saving everyone from the joker, but there's no other mention about Batman or anything else.
Turns out, no one in Gotham is surprised that Brucie Wayne, no 1 airhead, beat up the joker because "did you SEE him as a teenager?? We were all just glad when he came from his travels pretending to be stupid instead of picking fights with everyone. If anything, it's understandable that he snapped, I would too if a clown started bragging about killing my son." The only reason no one brought up his violent past is because they were worried he would revert back to that behaviour.
#icl guys it's actually such a guilty pleasure of mine to read fics where bruce kills the joker#even though i know it would never work in canon because it goes against everything he stands for#bruce wayne#brucie wayne#he was an INSANE teenager and gotham citizens are traumatized#dc#batfam#all his children are absolutely flabbergasted#i just wanna see this man go feral to protect his kids...please PKEASE#4sh-n4
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Another Trigun comic I drew last year! It’s rough and wonky but- I kind of still like it 🤷♀️
I always love to think about how an actual conversation about the whole “not actually dead-thing” situation might have gone in blr
[FIY: I actually don’t think Wolfwood would’ve hit him (probably. Idk) This is just a silly slapstick idea I had so don’t think too hard about it]
#trigun#trigun badlands rumble#honestly? Vash not thinking that he might need to find and tell ww that he is still alive is insane like bro WHAT#(Badlands Rumble is a guilty pleasure of mine. It’s just so wonky and fun to watch even if the characterization is all over the place)#nicholas d. wolfwood#vash the stampede
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The Favourite
#drarry#dronarry#fic art#draco malfoy#harry potter#harry x draco#ron weasley#IT WAS A PLEASURE TO DRAW THIS FOR MALL#im still shook about this fic#cant stop thinking about it#it changed me#dron#whoever gets all the references from the fic gets a prize#mine
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tattoo artist hobie/college au pt. 2!!
pt. 1
the Black Widow’s two-storey building was nestled between a café and a music shop, tinted glass windows gleaming in the late afternoon light. a bell dinged when miles stepped in, eyes flicking down to his watch reading 4:58p.m.; he let the door fall shut behind him as he took in the cool concrete floor and the matte black brackets of plants on the foyer wall, leaning his elbow against the front counter.
“hi,” he greeted the receptionist, who gave him an expectant half-smile. “uh, i’ve got a five o’clock with—”
“you’re early.”
miles’s heart did a flip-flop in his chest.
hobie stood on the bottom step of the staircase off to the side, long legs crossed at the ankle with his hands in his plaid pockets. his slouch against the railing was easy as ever, as was his smile; miles looked down at his watch just to give himself a second to recollect, trying not to let his brain stall. 4:59. “barely.”
hobie chuckled, and it made his pearl earring sway; miles’s eyes snapped to the motion like a magnet as hobie turned away, heading back up the stairs. “well, c’mon then.”
the narrow staircase led to the second floor, an open area with a few low couches and a coffee table. there were scones and tea on a tray; chai, by the smell of it, and hobie poured for them both once they sat down opposite each other. his teal converse bumped against miles’s toes as miles took his cup with whispered thanks and had a sip, brows raising.
“good, innit?” hobie murmured over his own, lips curling up the same way his fingers curled around the handle. “gift from a friend, his aunt makes it. help yourself to the scones, yeah?”
miles hummed, swallowing. his eyes flickered from hobie to the table to the wall and back to hobie again; the way he leaned back into the couch, loose-limbed and comfortable, was awfully distracting. miles took a second sip with that dark gaze on his skin, and the silence got louder.
“ay, sorry, i’m—” hobie sat up properly, hand on the back of his neck as he offered a sheepish chuckle. “i’m staring. s’rude of me.”
“nah. depends on why you’re staring.” the words were out of miles’s mouth before he could filter them, and he snapped his mouth shut in mortification.
hobie just laughed, piercings twinkling as he grabbed a buttered scone and bit it in half. “business first, brooklyn boy.”
miles valiantly willed the heat out of his cheeks and sat forward, putting his teacup down to pull his laptop out of his messenger bag. “so how’d you know about me? and my art?”
hobie smirked like he knew something miles didn’t. “school.”
he froze, narrowing his eyes. “...what do you mean, school?”
“we go to the same school.”
“we— wait.” miles knew hobie’s voice sounded familiar. “you’re the guy on our college’s radio station.”
hobie gave him jazz hands, brows lifting with a bemused smile. “the one and only.”
he gave hobie an incredulous look, mouth falling open. “man, i listen to you! how have i never seen you on campus?”
“we’re on opposite ends. i’m majoring in classical music,” hobie replied, grinning wide enough for miles to notice a smiley piercing against his front teeth. “you’ll never guess how i found out about you.”
“…i don’t know if i wanna ask.”
“ya happen to know a certain miss stacy?”
miles goggled. “you know gwen?! i mean, okay, no, gwen knows you?”
the other boy cackled, shoving the remaining half of his scone into his mouth and dusting his hands on his pants. “why’s that such a surprise, huh? we’re in the same block!”
“yeah, but—” miles sputtered, waving his hands about with his laptop forgotten. the way hobie’s eyes crinkled when he laughed was doing funny things to his brain. “you’re cool.”
and hobie really was; he was wearing dark red gloss today, lashes spiked with glittery mascara, a distressed black tank showing through the loose knit of the cream sweater hanging off one shoulder. he had a new ear stack on too, gold and garnet in a delicious contrast against his rich skin, and the tattoos on his forearms moved with him when he settled back against the couch.
“gwendy’s plenty cool,” he countered, playfully arching a pierced brow.
“not after you’ve seen her laugh so hard she shot rice out of her nose,” miles deadpanned, and he reveled in hobie’s wheeze. “but seriously, dude. there is no way in hell i haven’t seen or heard of you before.”
he knew he looked good, or at least decent; he had a solid sense of fashion and a workout routine that was consistent enough, but hobie was electrifying like a spark to your brain stem.
“let’s just say i like to keep it on the down-low.” hobie offered a mirthless chuckle. “a violin prodigy who hates practicin’ and prefers electric guitar, and still has one of the most sought-after scholarships across the board? i ain’t exactly got a fan club, now, bein’ the black sheep and all that.”
miles tongued at the inside of his cheek, fiddling with the charm bracelet on his left wrist. “they’re wrong about you.” hobie’s eyes flickered to him, sharp and intense, and miles shoved down against the way his heart was climbing up his throat.
“ya barely know me.”
“and yet i like you,” he challenged, setting his teeth against the verity. “and i’m not wrong about people very often.”
he watched as hobie’s eyes widened imperceptibly, falling shut as the other boy scrubbed broad palms across his face with a heavy sigh. “bloody— gwendy told me you’d be like this.”
“like what?”
“stubborn,” hobie muttered, peeking at him between two ring-clad fingers, full lips ticking up at the corner. he said the word like a compliment. “she’d warned me, y’know. i suppose just not enough.”
the laugh that slipped from miles’s throat was unplanned, thick like a weighty throw pillow to the chest. “sorry to break it to you, but my best friend is biased,” he said primly, pursing his lips. “also possibly a little bit crazy. and a liar.”
“alright, alright.” hobie’s grin was awry, pulling at his lip ring. it was ridiculously charming. “how ‘bout ya re-introduce yourself on your own terms, then?”
miles cocked his head, pretending to consider before he stuck out a hand. “miles morales. double major in visual arts and graphic design. it’s a pleasure.”
he tried not to shiver when hobie’s fingers wrapped around his, elegant and calloused, warm against his skin like the weight of hobie’s gaze.
“hobie brown. tattoo artist, lead guitarist extraordinaire—” he let go and sat back, dark eyes glittering above a soft smile, “—and i think you’ll find that the pleasure’s all mine.”
miles swallowed, mouth dry. his pulse fluttered.
oh, boy.
fin.
#punkflower#hobie brown#miles morales#across the spiderverse#flowerpunk#atsv#miles x hobie#spiderverse#FLIRTS both of them#the pleasure’s all mine HOBIE PLS
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juppet on the loose
Hermit-a-day May #18 JoeHills!
#hermitaday#joe hills#hermitcraft#i went to an art museum and spent all day there!#so very rushed juppet for your viewing pleasure#cannot believe he mined 9 blocks over 1 million stone#my art
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"St. Just refused to give way before the storm that then broke out. He stood at the tribune, says Barras, 'motionless, impassive, unconquerable, coolly defying the whole House,' until the uproar ended in his impeachment and arrest.
He showed the same demeanour during the final scenes in the Town Hall, and at the scaffold, holding his head stiffly and disdainfully to the end. He would illustrate his own portrait of the perfect revolutionist, penned a few weeks before. He would show these false patriots how to die. 'The perfect revolutionist,' he had written, 'is inflexible, but temperate and sensible. He lives simply, without affecting the luxury of false modesty. He is the irreconcilable enemy of every lie, indulgence, and affectation. Since his aim is to see the triumph of the Revolution, he never finds fault with it, but condemns its enemies without involving it in their disgrace. He educates it without ever forcing his views upon it. Jealous for its reputation, he speaks of it carefully and with respect. The equality he claims is not that of legal privilege, but that which he shares with all men, particularly the unfortunate. A revolutionist is the soul of honour. He keeps the law of his own free will, not from lack of enterprise; and because he has peace in his heart. Coarseness he regards as a sign of deceit and remorse, or as hypocrisy masked by violence. Aristocrats may speak and deal with tyrants: the revolutionist has no truck with bad men. But he is not a fool. He is so jealous for the good name of liberty and of his country that he never acts without consideration. He is eager for battle; he pursues the guilt and defends the innocent; he speaks the truth to instruct, not to compel; he knows that if the Revolution is to triumph he must be as good now as once he was bad: and his morality is not a clever pose, but something heart-felt and fundamental.'"
J.M. Thompson, Leaders of the French Revolution
#another thermidor another paper themed saint just edit from this blog#emphasis mine + a pleasure spending another thermidor in the trenches w/ you all#saint-just#thermidor#10 thermidor#french revolution#frev
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Brief vent, because I have to get this thing off my chest. As an italian, I hate when any form of media romanticizes mafia. Especially italian mafia.
I see people drooling over male LIs that are criminals, I see a crimial family being idealised because they are so protective and loving, the concept of honor and pride. And then I think about all the families, shops, lifes destroyed by mafia. About the terror that makes people keep their lips shut about the evil that corrupts our country. About the numerous attacks against the magistrates, judges, prosecutors when the State dared to bring mafia to trial.
Do you know what mafia is famous for in italy? Melting a child in acid. After two years of captivity. To send a message to all the ex mafia members who, like his father, started collaborating with the police.
Absolutely nothing is romantic about mafia.
#you can absolutely have it as your guilty pleasure#god knows i have mine#but it has become such a trend that is actually harmful if all you know about mafia is the romanticised version of it
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Rob James-Collier as Martin Evershed
✨Dad Bod™ Edition✨
#rob james-collier#robert james-collier#rob james collier#robert james collier#martin evershed#ackley bridge#mine#okay these are all only martin and not RJC in general but I knew where to quickly find these scenes#plus listen!#i've been meaning to make a Dad Pose™ gifset of his hands on his hips and this one killed two birds with one stone#the belly...the hands on the hips#just so much Dad™#soft bellies are so appealing#for me there's something lowkey (high key) masculine about a dude with a belly#it's also comforting for some reason#i like knowing a man isn't afraid to indulge in life's pleasures 😏#things i'd use as a pillow#somewhere to rest your head after giving h—🤐
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God there’s such a huge goldmine for real media fics in the blue lock fandom. Blue Lock itself is already a tv show in universe, so you don’t even need those convoluted explanations to write a watching the show fic. Then you have the fact that they’re public figures and social media fic, sports articles, interviews. Hell writing a fic from the perspective of a fan watching the show. Ahh tons of things we can explore with this aspect of blue lock!!
#in the perfect world I have enough time to write all these type of fics 🥲#or the editing skills for one of those social media fics#real media and watching the show fics are such a huge guilty pleasure of mine#that one avengers fan fic that was a hybrid of a court case and social media reactions#and a ton of illustraice’s works ahh I love it!!#blue lock#bllk#stella rambles into the void
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Adam featuring in Justin Borucki's behind the scenes film at Warped Tour 2005 with MCR (x)
#adam lazzara#gerard way#frank iero#my chemical romance#warped tour 2005#summer of like#where you want to be#gifs#mine#2005#put actually a lot of effort into these. lots of messing with the frames and speed#all 4 ur viewing pleasures <3#turned out p well if i do say so myself
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paige and bags is very personal to me, very few get it 😓💐
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semi-related to lrb, I was recently annihilated by a stupid message in Twitch chat:
"do u think a Virgin [sic] can write romance or sex scenes without having personal experience"
my asexual ass, who only just had her first Sex™ at the age of 42 years and 10.5 months and has written/drawn generally well-received pornography over the past 20-odd years and is DESPERATELY trying not to overshare: "ha. hahaha ha ha haha ha a ha h a"
tl;dr first-hand experience is zero qualification for "knowing" what sex is or how to write satisfying sexual fantasy
as long as you read/listen to what actual other people experience and are honest with yourself about masturbation, you too can smut
to quote a modern philosopher: it ain't rocket surgery
#personal blog#asexual#ace#also I still remember one idiot who sneered at me depicting an afab character feeling pleasure on penetration#all I could think was “damn sorry your pussy's numb 'cause mine sure ain't”
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oh American government did you miss Vietnam war sentiments so bad?
#mine#all politicians commit ritual suicide for my pleasure now#i've been thinking about this for a while now
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ok but it's so homophobic that of all the champions' powers, revali's is the only one that when you use it, he doesn't say anything. like mipha says "it is my pleasure," daruk and urbosa both make like a "ha!" sound, but revali literally says nothing 🙁
i opened up the game just to prove you wrong because revali actually says "hmph!" when his gale is activated 🤓🤓🤓🤓 SO. KJDHFKJSDF
but you're technically right that revali actually doesn't say any actual words, so i'd either attribute it to his pride or his gay panic. the pretty boy you were in love with back then and is also your sworn rival with whom you have an emotionally intimate but complicated relationship with calls upon your help and they expect you to SPEAK? nawww but revali has too many things he'd want to say and none of it would fit within the few seconds he has with link when his gale is called upon. i also imagine that if the gale was something that revali was barely able to perform consistently when he and link met, maybe activating the gale still takes a lot of effort on revali? especially because he has to produce enough wind to carry link, a heavy hylian in comparison to the hollow-boned rito, skywards, thus no words when he's called upon because he's too busy concentrating. but he's also dead so maybe it's not difficult and revali himself is just being a difficult shithead.
imagine link bringing it up when he visits revali's ghost on medoh again and he's like Mipha always says it's her pleasure how come you never say anything like that to me 🙁 and revali's just like. You called up on my gale to get onto someone's roof. What the hell would be pleasurable about that.
#ask#cryiling#revalink#loz#botw#loz botw#legend of zelda#amihan's revalinkverse#amihan's headcanons#amihan's botwverse#link: MIPHA SAYS IT'S HER PLEASURE BUT WHAT ABOUT MINE??? I WOULD BE PLEASED IF YOU SAID SOMETHING#revali: why are we even fighting about this. is it that serious#link: YES??????? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME#i wonder what revali's voice lines would have even been#he should have a different voiceline for every subsequent time you use the gale#first time: “of course you needed me. was there any ever doubt?”#second time: “calling for my help again i see. could you have made it this far without me?”#third time: “alright that's quite enough. helping you this much is simply... asinine.”#all of it is in his shit ass simpering arrogant tone too thank you and god bless sean chiplock
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