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luneariann · 1 year
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This is a scene from one of my favorite domestic soukoku fics of all time, which is a part of my favorite domestic soukoku collection of all time! So I ofc had to draw it, It’s by tumblr user @neonganymede and I’ll link the fic here
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hailsatanacab · 2 years
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Another suggested title: My Way Home Is Through You
My Way Home Is Through You
Ahhh this is a tough one! To make it easier on myself, I'm taking it incredibly literally and making it incredibly angsty!!!
So, here's what I'm thinking: DP x DC
Danny’s having a rough time of it, racing through the ghost zone, hurt, bleeding heavily, scared out of his mind - whether it's a reveal gone wrong, the GIW are after him, or Plasmius, it's dealer's choice - so he dives into a rapidly shrinking portal in front of him, hoping against hope that the other side of if is safe.
He doesn't recognise where the portal spits him out, but that's nothing new, all that matters is that it's closed and whoever's following him hasn't made it after him - without another thought, he leans back, closes his eyes and slips into blissful, restful unconsciousness.
So now here's the real question - who finds him? I feel like I'm leaning towards this being a romantic fic, so perhaps one of the batkids - let's go with Tim! - sees all this happen and takes him back to the cave to patch him up and when Danny wakes up a lot less hurt than he expected, he is immensely grateful.
But let's get back to the title!!! Whatever weapons were being used against Danny have affected his core (maybe Plasmius hit him with the Maximus) - or maybe there's just very low ambient ectoplasm in this new dimension - but whatever the reason, it means he's not able to heal quite as quickly as normal, so he's stuck having to rely Tim for a while.
We're entering slowburn country now baby!
It takes a little while for them to trust each other, for them to become friends, but it helps that Danny can be open and honest with him. This is a new dimension that he has no stake in, so Danny has no issues telling the batfam who and what he is, where he comes from and why he was running. Tim, being the gallant genius he is, begins working on a portal to get Danny back to where he needs to be.
Everyday, Tim checks on Danny's wounds and everyday, his fingertips leave trailing goose pimples where they ghost along his skin.
Tim doesn't realise what's happening until Dick takes him aside one day and tells him how proud he is of him for putting aside his feelings to build the very machine that will separate them, and that he'll be here for him no matter what happens.
It gets a lot harder to work on the portal after that.
Danny doesn't realise what's happening until the portal is complete and suddenly it seems impossible for them to say goodbye.
Without Tim, he wouldn't be able to go home, but... without Tim, would it still be his home?
send me a fic title and I'll make up a fic
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legolasghosty · 2 years
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Hello, I would like one "your shirt was laying there and i couldn’t help but steal it" for Willex please 👀
- @michelangelindraws
Hey babe! Aight, I did end up changing the wording on the line a bit to make it fit better, but... here ya go! <3
Look, a sleepover hadn’t been the plan. Willie had come over to Alex’s apartment for dinner and to watch a movie, not to spend the night. Alex probably would have prepared better if he’d known this would happen. But he didn’t because it was an accident. Sort of.
Okay, Alex refused to be truly embarrassed by this situation, because honestly, who in their right mind would want to wake their partner when said partner was asleep on their chest? Especially when said partner was Willie, who just looked so soft when he was asleep. So when Willie had dozed off halfway through their rewatch of High School Musical, Alex just… let them sleep.
But now, he was awake, and Willie was still curled up against his side and starting to stir, and Alex had no idea what to do. Or if he should do anything. It wasn’t like he regretted letting Willie stay the night, it was the best he’d slept in a while and the little bits of sunlight filtering in through his blinds made Willie’s hair look golden, all splayed out over the light blue of Alex’s pillows. He was so beautiful. But…
“Hmmm?” Willie muttered, shifting and opening his eyes a crack. 
Well, that answered that question, Alex thought. “Good morning,” he offered a little sheepishly.
Willie seemed to wake up at the sound of Alex’s voice, their eyes flying open in surprise. “Did I…” they started before trailing off, apparently not sure how to finish the sentence.
“You fell asleep during the movie,” Alex explained. “I didn’t want to wake you, since I know you haven’t been sleeping that well lately, and you were kinda on top of me so… Yeah.”
“Oh,” Willie responded, still sounding sleepy but pushing himself up into a sitting position. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t,” Alex assured them quickly, sitting up as well. “Really, I don’t mind, it was just sort of unexpected.”
“Well in that case,” Willie murmured, voice still low from sleep, “can I kiss you good morning?”
Alex nodded, shifting closer and cupping Willie’s cheek as they leaned in and pressed their lips against his.
“Good morning,” Willie whispered as he pulled back.
Alex smirked and quickly stole one more peck, then forced himself out of bed. “I guess I’ll go sort out breakfast, do you need to take a shower or anything?” he asked, holding out a hand to help Willie up.
“Actually, a shower sounds great,” Willie admitted, stumbling a bit as they found their footing. “Wasn’t up to taking one yesterday morning, and then I was here last night…”
Alex nodded in understanding and led Willie to his bathroom. He quickly ducked inside to brush his teeth, then outlined the basics of how his shower worked to Willie. It was pretty simple, but showers were one of those weird things where every single one was a bit different and could be overwhelming. His bathroom was a bit of a mess, but there wasn’t really anything he could do about that now, and Willie had just been in his bedroom, which was even more of a disaster, so he wasn’t too worried about it.
Leaving Willie with one more kiss, Alex headed to the kitchen to figure out food and process. He usually just had cereal for breakfast when he had time and a protein bar if he was on his way out the door, but he’d rather have something nicer for Willie. Even though neither of them had planned it, it was still the first time they’d actually spent the night together, and that seemed like something to be celebrated.
After taking a quick stock of his kitchen, Alex pulled out the milk and eggs to make french toast. Not terribly fancy, but he already had everything and it would be better than protein bars. As he heated the pan and started making the food, he considered the situation. 
Okay. So Willie had slept over last night. It had been unplanned, but Alex hadn’t woken him up to make him leave so… did it count as ‘unintentional’? He pushed that question aside to consider later. He certainly wasn’t upset it had happened, just a bit surprised and confused. And Willie seemed pretty okay with this turn of events as well once they knew Alex was fine. So the odds of Willie breaking up with him seemed pretty low. But would this change things in their relationship? Would this become a thing they did? Alex thought about Willie’s hair spread over his pillows, imagined opening his eyes to the light green walls of Willie’s room instead of the off-white of his own.
Yeah, Alex thought he would like it if this became a thing they did. He lifted the first piece of french toast out of the pan and set it on a plate as he dipped the next in the batter. He continued making breakfast, humming under his breath as he worked.
“Something smells good.”
Alex jumped, not expecting Willie’s comment. He turned to see them standing in the hallway, hair damp and loose, black sweatpants they’d been wearing since yesterday, and…
“Is that my shirt?” Alex asked, confused by the light grey Disneyland cutoff Willie was wearing.
“Oh, um, yeah,” Willie stuttered, blushing. “I mean, it was just sitting there, and I accidentally got mine all wet with the spray from the shower so… I stole it?”
Alex couldn’t function. Not only did the shirt show off Willie’s very nice arms and shoulders, but… it was his. His partner was wearing a shirt Alex had owned for years, had a ton of memories tied to, and… now Willie was wearing it and Alex was pretty sure his face was turning pink but he really didn’t care.
“Sorry, I should have asked first or something…” Willie rambled. 
Alex realized he’d taken his silence as rejection and quickly cut him off. “I’m not upset, just…” Alex glanced down at the piece of french toast that was about done frying. “Hold for like… ten seconds.”
Willie nodded nervously and Alex quickly slid the finished piece of bread onto the plate with the others, then turned off the stove and set the pan on another burner. Once he was sure nothing was going to catch on fire, he left the stove and crossed the room to Willie. He carefully placed his hands on their waist and pushed them back against the wall. 
“Is this okay?” he asked softly. Willie nodded, so Alex leaned in. “You look really good in my clothes,” he whispered just before pressing his lips against Willie’s.
Willie responded immediately, kissing Alex back and wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer. Alex pushed them back more firmly against the wall and brushed the tip of his tongue against Willie’s lower lip. Willie laughed as he let him in, meeting him in a dance that was both familiar and just as exciting and new as the first time they’d done it.
“I’m glad you like it,” Willie whispered when they broke apart to catch their breath.
“I really do,” Alex responded, darting forward to leave one last, quick kiss against his lips before forcing himself to step back. “Okay, before it gets cold because you’re too distracting, I made breakfast.”
Willie grinned and followed him to the table. “Oh sure, blame it all on me,” he teased as Alex brought the food over.
“Your fault for stealing my shirt,” Alex shot back with a grin. “What did you think was going to happen?”
“I don’t know,” Willie chuckled. “I didn’t really think about it, my shirt was just wet and yours was right there so…”
“I love you,” Alex laughed, kissing him one more time as he dropped into a chair beside him.
“Love you too,” Willie giggled.
Yeah, even if it wasn’t on purpose, Alex was definitely okay with this.
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blueboyluca · 10 months
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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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the rest of the justice league: hey man, we get that he’s your son and all, but shouldn’t you do something about him?
bruce ‘that’s my precious baby boy’ wayne: i’m sorry, did you have to hold your son as he was dying in your arms? did you almost k*ll yourself trying to follow him to the afterlife? i don’t think so.
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midnightcrows · 8 months
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Matthias Nonius, the greatest swordsman of the Ninth, vs the Sleeper
Inprnt store here!
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ectonurites · 3 months
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happy valentines day y'all
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nerdpoe · 10 months
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Radioactive Hero (but not really) au
Danny moves to Gotham, hear him out! There's really good jobs there that pay through the nose and the cost of living is cheap!
Plus, the city is riddled with heroes and vilains! It's so easy to slip under the radar!
Unfortunately, there are so many civilian casualties. Like, all the time. Even in Metropolis!
So Danny, for his first year in Gotham, opens small portals to the Far Frozen and gets schooled on being a field medic. None of his powers can really be used for healing, but they can make people feel better. He just has to be careful to be as far removed from the Phantom moniker as possible, so he can't use any obvious powers.
He gets a bit of a reputation in Gotham; a small time hero of the people, for the people. A hero not invested in fighting, but in dragging civilians away from the danger. He doesn't even have a moniker; people are too busy arguing over the best one for him.
So while aliens are attacking both Metropolis and Gotham, Danny is out in full kit; a gas mask to hide his face, all black, repurposed kevlar from the vests the GCPD did not properly dispose of, no identifying markers.
But one of the clean up crews notices something insanely worrying; the geiger counter they have to point at alien spaceship parts? Yeah. Yeah, it's going off when they point it at the new small-time hero.
That hero's power is radioactivity. Holy shit. It's not at a level that will hurt people, but when he's dodging through fighting the level goes up.
The clean up crew concludes and shares via Twitter that the medic-hero is only a danger to others if he gets too stressed.
Word spreads fast, and pretty soon the absolute second Danny shows up on a scene, all fighting stops.
After all, no one wants to piss off the living Nuclear Bomb.
Basically, Danny's ghost-everything sets off Geiger counters, and now absolutely everyone is convinced that the medic-themed hero only refuses to fight because his meta power is just...being radioactive.
But he isn't.
So now, because it's the perfect cover and completely disassociated from Phantom, he has to play along and pretend like yes; that is his power.
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shima-draws · 5 months
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Can y'all believe I'm almost 300 episodes in and I STILL haven't drawn him. HAD to fix that.
Anyway here's a whole bunch of mini studies/redraws, basically me getting the feel on how to draw The Boy Ever in my style
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soarrenbluejay · 1 month
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Supervillains for a community. (Well, except those jerks over in Gotham, insular lot, but they’re they’re one problem) Of course they do- supervillains are a group defined by strong opinions and a willingness to see them through, often with a healthy dash of societal failures and trauma as a catalyst.
The fentons, while not active even on the online message boards, are well known and explosive when they do show up, full of fascinating insights and hours long rants on mad science on hair pin turns courtesy of that ADHD attention span. Bit of the cryptids you feel honored to bump into kind of deal. Besides, like a good quarter of the community as it aged, they’d settled down and had kids (not necessarily in that order) and taken it very seriously! Out in the middle of nowhere, where even the most fearsome government outpost members, the local branch of the IRS, quake before them in fear. Out of the way.
Reveal gone okay-ish, Danny moves to Gotham still to get some air bc now things are Akward and he landed that engineering scholarship which is loads better than any other college would give him with his track record. So- the mysterious Fenton children are finally crawling out of hiding! Everyone is psyched! And roll in to Gotham en masse to witness the fireworks!
Except Danny is Determined To Be Normal. He’s had enough of the throwing himself into harms way shit for a lifetime- he wants to be free to peacefully built Rube Goldberg machines and unintentional increasingly complex bombs to his hearts content. JAZZ, on the other hand- the coveted token Normal One, has finally snapped! She’s watched her baby brother she practically raised throw himself into danger over and over and could do nothing, and now that she’s exposed to this whole network of superheroes outside of small town Amnity, some of those uglier emotions are coming out. And boy is she pissed! And can’t afford to show it much while filing the paperwork to have Arkham legally razed to the ground!
See I love this idea of like, niches in superhero society. A villain the heroes know they can plop their kiddo down with for an exciting afternoon brawl while they take care of a particularly grisly case and come back to a few hours later ranting about some new life lesson and a new move they really want to try. A villain who has a functioning moral compass despite their somewhat batshit long term goal and you can contact to fuck with another villains’s plan so they can laugh at them and you can have an easy afternoon. One who pries up hostile architecture and fills in pot holes, idk man. Get creative here, there’s such potential!
So Jazz becomes a Training villain- someone the heroes know their sidekicks will walk away from in a fight 100% of the time, usually with some new lesson to ponder and only a couple of bruises. Sometimes even snacks!
She also absolutely ambushes mentors to check that they’re worth the kiddo, which they appreciate once they get over being jumped in a dark alley by a 7 foot Amazon trained force of nature. They are not used to being on that side of the jumping, it’s a little unnerving.
(Yes, she low key adopts Shazam upon checking in with him on cursory ‘is the main hero of this city and asshole’ checkin. Yes, the super clones get yoinked out from under Superman’s negligent thumb to go have a blast with Ellie. What about it?)
This however only encourages more assorted weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork. It’s not often one of their own forfeits their potential spot for the running of the coveted Most Normal I Swear prize, but when they do it’s bound to be good! But jazz is off hounding various heroes and punching the faces in of pedophiles and shit whenever there’s no cape within easy reach, and so is a mite bit harder to contact than Danny, who has innocently gotten an apprenticeship under a clockworker for access to their workshop and is gleefully going about doing nerdy shit with great abandon.
Plus this is Gotham. No one gives a shit if someone in the Mad Alchemist uniform and still smoking from their latest experiment pokes their head in a window to bother the local shrimp teen- none of the usual social rules apply, everyone’s crazy here! So everyone drops any and all attempts at masking and just acts their genuine unhinged selves, much to the alarm of the Bats and frustration of Danny.
Bc he cannot get these mfers to go. Away. Even liberal use of the creep stick has little effect when the interloper is calibrated for an opponent with super speed or laser vision or whatever, and he’s trying to maintain his guise as a Normal College Student Do No Investigate.
So he calls in the big guns. He’s not super active in the supervillain kids group chat ever since things in amnity calmed the fuck down post becoming King and then immediately using a loophole that says he will not take the throne until he is grown, as defined by finishing learning his trade a la the medieval standards Pariah set up. So he can just take his sweet ass time with his graduate degree and out of inter dimensional bull shit that much longer! Point is, he hasn’t taken the chance to rant over there in a while, so his Crazy friends are getting a lil worried.
The change to come over and shout at their batshit crazy but (mostly) well meaning parent AND see Danny? Score!
The bats, however, are getting awfully suspicious about this one kid that villains from all over the country are flocking to, especially young and upcoming ones as of recently! And he’s acting his engineering course- all the worst rogues are known to have flown through their PhD studies prior to Cracking. They seem to have a real problem on their hands with this Fenton guy.
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hop-a-lot · 3 months
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Saxton's assistants valve portrait
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kogglyuffs · 3 months
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the ultimate cookie show
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deyageka · 4 months
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YJ98 girlies + new brush + new style(?)
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kays-artstuff · 4 months
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@kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 's au has me brainrotting
CUTEGUY GRIAN RAHH!!! HIS DESIGN IS JUST SO??? INCREDIBLE??
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solomonara · 9 months
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Mrs. Sandwich, a seamstress (Good Omens Season 2)
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The Seamstresses' Guild (Discworld)
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(Men at Arms)
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(Men at Arms)
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(The Fifth Elephant)
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pokeberry5 · 7 months
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inspired by those textposts about dick rocking up to the rest of titans with tim for the first time and kori et al. being like: is that the stalker kid???
bonus:
warm ups:
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