#hmmm who find Tim?

[bluerosefox]

Tim in Infinite Realms (Feeling like Alice tbh)

'Note to self' Tim thought as he stared up at the different shades of greens and black shifting sky above him as he ignored the aching his body was in from the rough landing he had to take 'Make sure to give Bart and Kon the slowest and mind-numbing missions for like a week once I get back.'

Tim often forgot his parents used to be accomplished archeologists before they died. (He really didnt, he just really didn't like acknowledging the fact they'd rather dig up buried things from ages ago over being in the same country as him for most of his life)

It wasn't until, as he and his old team ("Yeah! Young Just US together again. Time for a new insane adventure! Hey remember that one time with-" "Shh!!" "Ooohhh right... Forgot. What happens in YJ stays in YJ...") were assigned a new mission that he was reminded of this fact.

The mission was to locate a forgotten relic that apparently could open 'doorways' into different Realms, and one of them was a Realm of powerful undead that if controlled would be unstoppable. They were meant to find it before "insert 'creative name' cult of the week here please" Who planned on subjecting the world to its power.

Now knowing about the relic and finding it was two wholly different things. Tim and the others managed to uncover just enough about the artifact that Tim had manged to narrow down the last city it had been last recorded to be seen in.

And the city's old name was something that Tim thought sounded familiar.

It wasn't until they were digging into the countries archeologist permission records, meaning the people who were given the okay to dig in the historical site, that he found out why it sounded familiar, his parents names were some of the last to have been granted permission before their deaths, and it was then Bart had jokelying said

"Hey what are are the odds Robs parents stored the relic away ages ago! Would be a tiny bit funny if this all powerful item is just collecting dust in some warehouse."

And although it was meant to be a joke. Tim stared at the description of the relic and couldn't help but question perhaps there was some merit to it. Tim, for the first time in years, opened up his parents archeologist records and went to looking.

And low and behold they found out. Still sitting in a warehouse outside of Gotham, as if his parents were going to trust Gotham with important and priceless relics unless it was in their house to study later.

So in short, retrieving the relic should had been easy enough, get in and remove it from storage. Lock it away so the cult looking for the damn thing couldn't use it. Simple.

But trust Bart goofing around with Kon and accidently bumping into Tim when he was inspecting the relic and turning it on.

It apparently opened a glowing green portal... a portal that opened under Tim and dropped him into an entirely new dimension of the Undead... Great, just great.

"Ooo a visitor, we don't get breathing guests here all too often." A voice spoke out behind him, it held an echoing in its tone. He turned around and was meet with glowing eyes and snow white hair. "Although you should probably find a way home or else Walker will find you, knowing him he'll toss you in prison for just breathing, and I'm not joking."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #crossover #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #tim drake #hmmm who find Tim? #Danny or Dani? #or Dan? #one of our Phantoms found him lol #Tim is coming up with plans to get back at Bart and Kon once he gets back #theyre gonna be so bored with what hes going to do #random idea is random #we really need to play with the idea of Tim parents being archeologist more #i feel like people forget that and dont use it often

[lesbianfakir]

While I’m on my horror kick (sorry it’s finals week and I need smth to obsess over) thinking about how I would LOVE to draw horror/macabre themed tutu art. I mean fucking hell if we assume the main characters of the prince and the raven are around mytho’s age, princess tutu is about a bunch of dead kids and the next group of children doomed to relive their fates!! Then you’ve got all the raven stuff + things going weird because of the heart shards. THEN you’ve got the horror of complete loss of autonomy (fakir physically being forced to write Duck’s death, duck being forced to dance). Idk I’m sleepy but there is a horror take on princess tutu out there and I want to see it.

#I would loveeeee to draw like #hmmm #there’s a certain aesthetic style that I think is attributed to Tim burton but I don’t think it’s ACTUALLY all from Tim burton #Henry selick erasure #anyways like in the vein of the aesthetics of coraline and the corpse bride #plus dark old fairytales #I’m just formulating some thoughts here #and puppet imagery!! #there’s a lot there #anyways ahahah I’m the guy who loves cute and silly things and also things that are terrifying #I’m the guy who’s like my fav movies are include finding Nemo and the Blair witch project <3 #anyways creepy/horror tutu!!!!! #so much potential #would make some cool art but I need to think about how I would do it #lea talks

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Imagination

Neil Gaiman: [inhaling fresh morning air] ahhhh what a great day for a race! Clive Barker: what race? Gaiman: the HUMAN race Gaiman: i was just thinking of the awesome potential of the human mind Gaiman: and the limitless vista of the human imagination

Gaiman: just imagine! with the awesome power of imagination, YOU are in control of your own fantasies Gaiman: all you need is a pinch of curiosity, a dash of wonder Gaiman: and an ounce of whimsy!! Gaiman: butterfly in the skyyyy Gaiman: i can fly twice as hiiiigh

Gaiman: why, you could imagine anything! Gaiman: you could imagine a clockwork alligator as big as the sky! Gaiman: you could imagine a railroad conductor made of lemon drops! Gaiman: you could even imagine Gaiman: a boy who wears glasses and goes to a wizard school

Rowling: hello children Rowling: my lawyersss inform me there'sss some copyright infringement happening here Gaiman: ah but joanne Gaiman: if you check the time stamps, i'm sure you'll find that Tim Hunter actually PREDATES harry potter Rowling: Rowling: curssse you gaiman Rowling: you win thisss round

Rowling: curssse you gaiman Rowling: not even i am rich enough to overcome the limitsss of chronological time! Rowling: not yet Rowling: but sssomeday Rowling: if only i hadn't ssspent sso much on that fence

Alan Moore: [appearing in a clap of thunder] Behold! The Arch magus! King: the arch magus! Koontz: the arch magus! Lovecraft: the arch magus! Barker: the arch magus! Poe: the arch magus!

Alan Moore: behold! the story of the boy wizard antichrist! Rowling: ALRIGHT i can definitely sssue over this Moore: ah foolish mortal, observe and know... i never specifically SAID harry potter Rowling: Moore: i just said the boy wizard named [mumbles] who goes to school at [mumbles] school of witchcraft and wizardry and fights [mumbles]

Rowling: curse you moore! Rowling: alwayssss one ssstep ahead of the game! Rowling: curssse your plausssible deniability! Rowling: hmmm "plaussible deniability" huh? Rowling: well TWO can play that game...

Rowling: so anyway the nazis didn't actually commit those documented crimes King: gosh joanne that uh kinda sounds- Rowling: oh but you'll notice i never said the word "holocaust" Rowling: haha i'm too sslippery for you! Rowling: johnny law can't keep up! Rowling: they'll never catch JK Rowling with her molted ssskin around her anklesss!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #jk rowling #neil gaiman #alan moore

[damianwaynerocks]

the funniest thing about the batfamily is that they're so smart but they all have zero introspection skills.

the batfamily is smart. so smart. and they deal with the mentally ill population all the time. and most of the time they treat them good! they help them!

i find it absolutely impossible that bruce isn't educated on psychology. there's no way he isn't. no way he hasn't studied psychology, whether it was to understand the joker or any other villains, whether it was to learn how to instill fear, practice for going undercover, hostage negotiation, how to tell the difference between mental health issues and just violent criminals (because he wouldn't know which ones he could talk sense into without understanding why they were doing it), whether it was to learn better methods of interrogation, or even just an interest in how the brain works.

and i guarantee most of the other batkids are too. bruce had to have taught them that so they could learn how to go undercover or how to tell whenever violence is necessary or if you can just talk them down.

dick has a law degree, which means he had to do undergrad. i think it's insane to think that he wouldn't have taken a psychology class. he also was able to understand damian and how to handle him, and he wouldn't be able to do that if he wasn't aware of how his upbringing would've shaped his neural pathways.

tim has a genius level iq. no way he doesn't understand how the brain works. also, he was able to tell that bruce was in a terrible mental state just by observing him as batman, where bruce does everything in his power to hide his emotions. he's also, several times, shown to be one of the only if the not the only batfamily member to understand why jason acts the way he does.

damian likely isn't terribly empathetic to mental health issues. probably a little more now, but not very. but like. he might not be empathetic to it but there's no way he doesn't understand how it works. how the frontal lobe works. how the amygdala works. how to manipulate someone.

stephanie was in college, and just like i said with dick, i find it hard to believe she wouldn't have taken a psychology class.

cass is cass. enough said.

also!! they all have a pretty good relationship with leslia thompkins!! a psychologist!!

all this to say: how on God's green earth do none of them realize they need therapy.

and like i get why. bruce has suppressed his emotions so much that he genuinely think he's fine. dick is too focused on being a support for everyone to worry about himself. jason and stephanie push it all down. cass, and this is not a diss because i love her, would realistically be very emotionally stunted. damian wasn't raised to be empathetic to the mentally ill and even if he was, he's 15. his frontal lobe is so not developed. plus the trauma they've all endured? the training they've had from bruce, who probably wasn't that concerned about teaching them self care and most definitely taught them to put their emotions aside. so like i get it. but also.

they know all this stuff and??? don't for a single second (except for tim that one time) be like "hmmm i could benefit from CBT and EMDR"

except duke.

how is duke the only one who's like "yeah. you guys aren't okay." duke knows. he tries to reason with them and has several times been like "you guys are crazy. why are you chill with this."

which is all to say. i'm convinced that at some point duke is going to try to sit them all down and be like "you guys need therapy. please go to therapy. I'm begging you."

#i know that the whole “duke is the voice of reason” is kinda more fanon than anything bc he has to be crazy too to be a vigilante #but im convinced he's self aware of it #and is like wow #you guys are #so traumatized #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #nightwing #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 5

It's Wednesday again, you know what that means! I'm going to officially start calling this Arc 2 instead of Chapter 2 because it's too long already and I only *just* get to the plot with the end of this segment.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Tim clenched his teeth, but allowed himself to be pulled to the counter where they ordered an obscene amount of food thanks to the appetite of four metas. He insisted on using B’s card to pay for everyone.

Sam didn’t even wait for their food to be ready before she started questioning Conner.

“What do you think of rich people?” she demanded.

“Um… What?” Conner looked to Tim, eyes wide, clearly lost as to what he should answer.

Tim just shrugged.

“What. Do. You. Think of rich people? It’s not a hard question. I’m just trying to gage your actual punkness.”

“I don’t… I mean, Mr. Wayne is cool. I’ve met him a few times and he’s always been nice to me. But Lex Luthor… He’s the worst.” Even now, Conner couldn’t help but shudder when he thought of his creator and Tim scowled into his soda.

“Don’t mince words, Kon,” Tim said. “Luthor should be shot and dropped in the deepest part of the ocean.”

Conner laughed and pointed to Tim. “Yeah, that.”

“Hmmm… It’s a start.” Sam nodded. “Really, there’s only one rule to being punk and everything else derives from that: the man sucks.”

“The man?”

And there it was. Conner was still learning a lot of slang. “She means the people in charge. That you can’t trust the government or people in authority to actually have your best interests at heart or to do the right thing.”

“Oh!” Conner’s eyes lit up in understanding. “Well, obviously! I’ve always had to look after myself. At least until I met you guys.”

Cassie elbowed him. “And now you’re stuck with us for life. You’re ours.”

“Damn right!” Bart held out a fist to Conner who bumped it with his own.

Danny laughed. “You weren’t exaggerating, Secrets. You guys really are ride-or-die.”

Tim looked over his friends and couldn’t hold back a soft smile. “Damn right we are. Just like you three.”

“Well, we know something about the ‘or die,’” said Danny.

Tim rolled his eyes. “You’re worse than Dick.”

Tucker’s mouth was open as he looked between them. “They know?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. “Tim’s known since, like, a week after the accident. And when they came by my house, my parents decided to show off the home defense system. Couldn’t keep it a secret after that.”

Based on Sam’s wince, she knew exactly what the home defense system could do to Danny. Tucker pulled out one of his devices and started typing on it. “Will you finally let me do something about that?”

Danny just rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Tucker. Sam. Tim. All of you. My parent’s inventions never work right. Or they don’t know how to actually use them. They didn’t think the thermoses worked at first, for God’s sake!”

“Right.” Tucker rolled his eyes. “Because their guns have never worked. Tim, can I have your number and email? Maybe if we all get on him he’ll listen to sense one of these days.”

“Oooh!” Cassie bounced in her seat. “I’ll help! We’ve lots of experience in that with Tim. He’s also the worst at calculating reasonable risks.”

“Great!” Tucker typed her number and email into his PDA and they started setting up group chats. Bart joined in by discussing some of Tim’s more ridiculous civilian escapades.

Tim exchanged a look with Danny. This was so not going to end well.

“Well, while they’re sorting that out, more about punk!” Sam pulled Conner deeper into a conversation about fighting for freedom and liberty and how her ultra recyclo-vegetarianism fit into her beliefs.

Tim sighed and said, “Well, at least they’re getting along?”

Danny groaned and held his head in his hands. “We’re so going to regret introducing them, aren’t we?”

“I already do.”

And then their order was called. Of course Bart was at the counter before any of the rest had even registered it was their order, but Conner and Cassie jumped up to follow and help him carry it.

Sam tried to go help but Tim held out a hand. “They’ve got it, trust me. Having more people will just make it harder for them.”

She still stood, but by the time she turned to help, the others were already returning with hands full of loaded trays. She scowled as she settled back down.

“We would’ve helped,” she said as the others set the food down.

Bart waved her off. “We got it! Sides, most of this is for me, Conner, and Cassie.”

Danny shook his head. “I ordered just as much as you!”

Tucker agreed, “And I ordered almost as much.”

Cassie shrugged as she rooted through bags and grabbed her orders. “Well we got there first. Come on, I’m hungry. Quit arguing and grab your food!”

Danny passed one bag to Sam, “One salad for you.” And a second bag found it’s way in front of Tim. “And a nasty burger for you. You’ll never want to eat a batburger again after this!”

Tim rolled his eyes, but obligingly unwrapped the burger and took a bite. He hummed in appreciation. It really was a solid burger and the sauce was quite good. “I do like it, I’ll give you that. But I still prefer Batburger.”

“Ugh, you’re hopeless!�� Turning his back to Tim, Danny addressed the others. “What about you three? Batburger or Nasty Burger?”

Conner shrugged, “This is great, but it’ll always be Batburger for me, too.”

Cassie elbowed him as she finished her bite. “That’s only because you and Tim get midnight burgers there too often and you are mixing up the taste with the memories. These are clearly better.”

Bart had already finished his first burger and was licking his fingers clean. “Yep. These are absolutely better.”

Tim threw an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “Fifty-fifty split! Means we can’t make a decision until you come to Gotham and try one yourself.”

“Oh, that’s what it means, does it? And when do you think I’ll make it to Gotham?”

“Any time you want! You can stay with me. Hell, I’ll even pick you up and bring you there.”

Danny grinned. “If I ever can guarantee a break from ghost attacks, I might take you up on that.”

“Right,” said Sam to Conner. “While they’re flirting”—she expertly ignored Tim and Danny’s spluttered protests—“have you ever tried wearing makeup? I think you’d look killer in eyeliner.”

Meanwhile, Tucker pulled out his PDA and some headphones and started showing a video to Cassie and Bart who shifted to better see the screen.

Tim took a large bite of his burger, unsure what to say to Danny after Sam’s comment.

Danny didn’t seem to have the same reservations and shifted so he could press his shoulder against Tim’s. “Sorry. She and Tuck like to tease me. They’ve been calling you my internet boyfriend for ages.”

That admission made his face heat even more, but Tim tried to shrug it off. “It’s fine.” He knew from Dick that if he continued to protest, everyone would just take it as further confirmation they were right.

Danny shrugged and grabbed another container. Tucker tried to protest, but Danny ignored him. “Here, try a chili cheese fry; they’re great.”

Tim let out a breath and grabbed a fry, getting chili and cheese all over his hands as he did. “Thanks.”

Somehow, the group managed to not get yelled at for an hour as they laughed and joked in the corner booth, but eventually an employee came over to ask if they needed anything else. Danny ordered a milkshake for Jazz, and the group filed out. Night had set in fully while they’d been eating and Tim looked up at the sky. The stars really were much more visible here than in Gotham.

And that was when a large, swirling-green gash opened up in the night sky and dozens of ghosts started pouring through.

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Next

Sam is so going to try and radicalize Conner. Tim is just gonna let it happen. At least this radicalization is better than what he'd been exposed to previously.

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#dpxdc #dead tired #is that a plot you spy? #why yes it is! #the rest of this will be written as I rewatch the singular episode over and over and over again #i hope itll go quickly

[lazyjellyfish300]

In a vial around your pretty little neck📿🍷

AFAB Reader x Miguel O'Hara

*image not mine, from Pinterest, credit to original owner, if you are the owner let me know and I can credit you or delete*

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, NEEDLE DRAWING BLOOD, SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT

Synopsis: you and Miguel are dating. You two want to kick your outward display of devotion to each other up a notch. Your idea: wearing jewelry containing each other's blood.

The Valentine's Day spinoff I posted as a continuation of your relationship

A/N: More Miguel bc the brain rot is real lol 🧛🏾

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You two laid together in the dark at his place (practically yours by now too), the 3 am traffic quietly humming below. You and Miguel had been dating for a year. One passionate, lustful, magical, sex-crazed year. You two went out for hibachi tonight and it wasn't long after that until your brand new dress and heels decorated his bedroom floor.

"Happy Anniversary," he whispered, planting a kiss into your temple.

"Mmmm..." you rolled over, draping your bare figure over his, which caused him to groan and grab you around the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss. He was about to drift off but he didn't mind losing another 30 minutes to finish what you were starting...

You had something of an interest in the macabre. You had a little emo phase in junior high growing up and dark things like horror and true crime interested you. You loved Tim Burton and Edgar Allan Poe and Halloween was your favorite holiday.

You were also big into Twilight at one point and now that you were dating a guy with fangs it was like your ultimate vampire fantasy come true. You weren't a full blown goth, but while you were scrolling on your phone the other day, you came across an idea that seemed so edgy yet irresistible and sexy.

This fiery relationship you started with Miguel made you feel different. You felt alive and liberated and emboldened to try new things. And it filtered into your physical relationship with one another and he was not complaining one bit. Not at ALL. He never had a partner like you who made him feel so fulfilled and satiated. You made him feel like a man.

"I want a symbol of your devotion," you said breathlessly as he kissed your neck.

"Hmmm.." he paused, sucking a little on one spot, causing you to quiver as the skin turned splotchy red. "What did you have in mind?" He said in a sleepy voice.

"Jewelry..." you started but then evolved into a high pitched gasp as you felt his lips.

Miguel laughed into your skin. "I should've known you'd say that."He sighed and stroked your hair behind your ear.

"It's kind of a crazy idea, just bear with me."

Miguel smiled. "So far I've loved all your ideas. I'm listening."

You look at him with a smile as though you're planning something diabolical. "Blood jewelry."

When you saw Miguel's expression turn skeptical, you giggled.

"Hear me out. Remember how Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie wore vials of each other's blood when they were together? I wanna do that with you. We can find someone professional to do it and get our blood drawn together. I know it sounds weird and freaky but wouldn't that be so hot? Imagine me walking around with a necklace with your blood in it at all times. "

"Isn't that kind of superstitious?" He smirked. "That seems like something a really sexually charged couple would do at the peak of their romance only for it to fizzle out. I wouldn't want to inadvertently put a curse on this amazing thing we have going."

"Haha it's not witchcraft, babe! I just wanted something unique. I want something of you wherever I go. And I know we're not ready for marriage just yet. But I am committed to you. A hundred percent. People used to do blood oaths to signify the deepest sacrifice and devotion."

"Like the Mafia?"

You burst out laughing. "Babe, we're NOT in the Mafia. Just deeply in love until we take that next step someday when we're both ready..."

Miguel's face softened as you went on with your explanation and realized you were serious. His heart skipped a beat and his face grew warm. He traced your collarbone with his finger.

"Yeah? You'd want my blood to wear around your neck? And I could have the same from you?..."

You nodded looking into his crimson eyes, eager for an answer.

Miguel scoffed and shook his head. "Baby, you are crazy...."

He pressed his lips to yours. "But that's why I love you."

You break into a smile "Is, that a yes?"

"Mhmmm.." Miguel sighed, then looked down at you, draping an arm around your midriff. "Let me handle the lab side of things. I'll ask one of the technicians at my work to do it because if we're really doing this, we're doing it right. I'm NOT going to let us catch a disease on account of your insane little idea," he pressed the tip of your nose with this finger playfully.

"Coming from the guy with literal fangs!" You teasingly squish one of the spare pillows into his face. "I thought you'd be into blood."

Miguel removes the pillow from his face, definitely fully awake now. "They're paralyzing fangs, sweetheart. I inject venom. I don't suck people's blood."

He suddenly pounces on you causing you to squeal excitedly. "You're gonna pay for that."

"Oh yeah?" You smile up at him biting your lip, running your hands along his biceps as he cages you in underneath him. "How's that?"

"You're not walking tomorrow."

Your last train of thought vacated your mind as he fucked you into oblivion.

---------few days later---------

You sat nervously in Miguel's lab at HQ, clicking one of his pens over and over. You were waiting for his lab tech to do the blood draw. Miguel chose a signet ring to wear on his left pinky with your blood in the center stone, and you chose a necklace with a tiny, heart shaped bottle pendant to contain his blood.

Miguel walked over to you, squatting down to your level as you remained sitting on a lab stool, running his large hands along your thighs. "Nervous already?" He asked with a half smile.

"Is it a bad time to admit I don't like needles?"

Miguel laughed. "How on Earth did you survive getting all your tattoos then?" He ran a hand along your thigh piece that was poking out from under your skirt.

"That's different, mister. Tattoo needle pain is way more tolerable than medical needle pain."

Miguel shook his head. "That makes zero sense."

"You wouldn't know!" You scoff.

Miguel chuckled and then kissed your forehead. "I'll hold your hand, babe. Don't worry. If you want, we don't have to do this."

You smile and close your eyes as you feel him kiss your forehead and wrap your arms around him as he lays his head in your lap. "Thanks babe. I'm not backing out now though."

The lab tech walks in carrying a small phlebotomy tray. She's a short, slight woman named Trish who looks to be in her 40s with a blond pixie cut, almost like Tinkerbell.

"Who's first?" She asks with a grin. This was the first ever blood draw she's done for a couple wanting to wear it as a sign of devotion, but hey, she's not judging you two for your kinks. When Miguel offered her extra OT to come in on her day off, she happily obliged.

Miguel noted your nervous expression and rolled up the sleeve of his crew neck sweater first.

His blood draw was quick and easy. His face in the same stoic expression the whole time. He had to inject himself with Rapture on a daily basis so needles were no big deal to him.

He gave you an encouraging smile as he rolled his sleeve back down covering his teal bandage.

You felt your insides liquify as Trish walked over to you and wrapped the orange tourniquet tightly around your arm. Miguel squeezed your thigh harder and reached over and took your free hand in his.

"Look at me, don't look at the needle," he muttered.

You gulped and looked at him, staring into his eyes and he gave your thigh another sympathetic squeeze. You kept staring at him, trying to focus on his dreamy face. His sculpted brows, bold cheekbones, his chiseled jaw, his Adam's apple. He was easy on the eyes for sure.

God am I lucky you thought. Then your stomach fell as he pressed his lips tightly into the back of your hand, bracing you for the pain, and you felt that uncomfortable tight pinch as the needle punctured the sensitive skin in the crook of your arm and entered your vein.

You sucked in air between your teeth, gritting them together.

"Sorry, hun..." Trish says.

Miguel's eyes find yours, his lips still buried in the back of your hand, his free hand still gripping your thigh, giving you little pulses of encouragement as the blood began to collect in the vial.

As you focus on him and his face you never got tired of looking at, suddenly you felt a weird twinge of arousal staring low in your belly, combined with the pinch and discomfort of the needle in your other arm. You willed your body to release itself into the sensation, suddenly your cheeks get hot, electricity rushing to your crotch. You take a deep breath in, your breasts heaving slowly, causing the exposed round tops of your cleavage to push against your black knit top, causing the tip of the fabric to recede downward ever so slightly.

Miguel knows you well by now and notices how your demeanor shifts when you're getting turned on. He stops pressing his lips so hard on the back of your hand and begins to soften. He slowly raises his head, dragging his lips against the back of your hand, his bottom lip catches on your skin, slowly pulling it down, exposing the bottom row of his teeth.

You look at him and gently cock your head to the side, your lips parting slightly as you take another deep breath in.

Miguel's jaw tenses when he realizes your body and mind are going exactly where he thinks they are going.

"Fuck." He mouths to you. His eyes hungry as they focus on your bulging breasts trying to spring themselves free from your slutty black top. The vein in his forearm protrudes as he clenches his fist.

"All done." Trish removes the needle and begins wrapping you with a matching teal bandage. You sigh with relief and then let out a quiet wince as Miguel's hand on your thigh closes around it even tighter than before , knuckles turning white, giving you a small preview of the pent up lust he plans to unleash on you on top of this lab table as soon as Trish is gone.

Trish adds the anti-coagulant to the samples and gives them a little shake. She gives you two the run down on proper storage for the blood and wishes you luck and shuffles out the door.

As she walks away, she hears the door to the lab click shut but quickly claps a hand across her mouth to stifle a laugh and speeds even faster down the hallway as the sound of your moans and Miguel's grunts begin to emerge from the other side.

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You and Miguel shakily emerge from the lab an hour later. He lets you lean on him for balance as you walk with a slight limp. He smiles devilishly down at you.

"Amor, you took it so well."

You scoff and look up at him as you both continue to walk, pouting your lips indicating you want a kiss from him. He gives you a tender peck.

"Hopefully Trish didn't hear," you say.

Miguel laughs. "I mean, you were absolutely incredible taking me that way," he winks. "But I was referring to the blood draw. I'm proud of you for facing your fear. "

You smile and bob your head. "Yeah, well, yanno, you being there made it a lot easier. Turns out I might actually have a thing for needles."

Miguel inhales sharply, simultaneously pulling you into him from the back, your ass pressing into his front, and he bites the top of your ear.

"Don't, get me riled up again."

You giggle at his bite and wiggle out of his hold, interlocking your fingers once again as you two stroll to his car.

The rest of the afternoon, Miguel reluctantly buys you coffee after you gave him the puppy dog eyes on your way to the blood jeweler you guys are hiring to make the necklace and ring. The corner of his mouth raises slightly as he sees you happily sipping your overly sweet frappuccino and munching on your egg bites in the passenger seat and he shakes his head as he takes a sip of his black Americano.

He nuzzles his chin in the back of your head as you two wait at the the jeweler's, as you point excitedly to the rings you'd like one day for your engagement ring in the glass display cases.

"This one, no wait I like that one too..agh, okay maybe more so this one actually...yeah that one's my new fav..."

He takes silent mental notes of each design, pressing a kiss into your hair once more.

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A few weeks later, your jewelry is ready for pick up. You and Miguel walk out of the jeweler's again with two sleek black boxes. He snatches your box away from you, a smug look on his face at your disappointed, cute pout as he tells you he's going to present you with it properly tonight at dinner.

You sat on a barstool with your face in your hands as you watched Miguel cook you your requested meal of the evening: Pasta Pomodoro.

He kicked you out of the kitchen this time because he knows you can't resist scoooching past him long enough to tease him with your hips before he'd have you on the kitchen island, banging you senseless, and then the sauce would be burned and ruined.

You hummed in approval as you stuck one of the red sauce coated rigatonis in your mouth, savoring the taste of the fresh warm tomato sauce, garlic and basil as the hot pasta warmed your belly.

"You outdid yourself tonight babe. My compliments to the chef." Your mouth made a "mwah" sound as you did a chef's kiss motion with your hand.

Miguel smiled warmly at you as he took a swig of his wine. "Thank you, babe. Should we give each other what you've been begging me for all afternoon?"

You smiled and rubbed your hands together quickly "It's about damn time."

"You are SO dramatic." Miguel pressed a kiss into your forehead as he knelt in front of you holding the small black velvet box containing the necklace. Suddenly you felt butterflies in your stomach as he opened the box gingerly, pulling the necklace out of it, dangling it before your eyes, the glint from the silver stopper of the glass vial gave a slight twinkle as the light from the kitchen ceiling hit against it. The glass vial was filled with the dark red liquid. The blood that once flowed through the vein in Miguel's arm contained in the small heart shaped vial.

"My love..." He said, holding your hand, the necklace still dangling in his other hand. "I wrote a few words I wanted to say when I gave you this." He pulled out a small folded piece of paper from his shirt's breast pocket.

"Amor, I have too much I want to say. But I'll try to keep this as short as I can. You have changed my life for the better. When I lost Gabi I-"

His voice cracked. His Adam's apple raised as he was surprised at the sudden emotion his body gave him in response to his words.

"I thought I would never be happy again. But then you came into my life. Those beautiful eyes looking at me over the rim of a mug in the coffee shop where we met. You lit a fire under me that I never want to put out. Your eyes are a warm spell I never wish to be cured of. Your arms are a haven in which I wish to take up permanent residence. Your body is my altar I want to forever worship. Your laugh is a melody I never want to stop listening to."

"I know we plan to pledge ourselves to each other one day as husband and wife, but for now, I'll give you this part of me, as a sign of my devotion. My blood in this pendant that once ran through my vein, kept me alive. You, mí vida, you now keep my love alive. Remember what once belonged to me, now belongs to you for good."

Your eyes glisten with tears as he presses a soft kiss into your neck and traces a finger across the back of it, moving your hair out of the way. The metal from the chain tickles your neck and the vial with Miguel's blood is slightly cold as it rests in the middle of your chest. His blood resting above your heart.

You wipe your eyes and open the velvet box containing his ring. You hold the golden signet in your fingers, the middle of it a dark red with your blood. Miguel's handsome face looks into yours and presses a kiss into your palm to calm your nerves as you pledge your love to him.

"Miguel, I'm so lucky to have you. You're more than I could ever ask for. You're funny (when you want to be), and I wanna jump your bones every time I look at you...."

Miguel's cheeks turn pink and he shakes his head, chuckling as he presses another kiss into your hand.

"...But your soul is what I've fallen hopelessly in love with. You've captured my heart and I never want it to be freed. Your mind, your intelligence, your thoughts and the very essence of who you are is something I've found in no other and I don't wish to seek it anywhere else."

I present you this ring as a sign of my undying love and loyalty to you. I can't properly repay you for all you've given to me, so I'll give you something that used to be a part of me. This blood in this ring once flowed through my heart, and now I ask you to wear it on your hand and know that you are never far from me, my love."

His eyes are glossy with tears as you slip it on his left pinky and he can't hold back as he kisses you desperately, cupping your face with his hands. He pulls back after a few moments to study you, his crimson eyes running along your features and he runs a thumb tenderly along your cheeks.

"This is the best night of my life." He whispers as he presses his forehead to yours.

"I don't know about you, but I want dessert..." You whisper back, fiddling with the top button on his shirt.

"Ohhh....mí vida, you're getting it now." He presses a canine into his bottom lip and swoops you up in his arms in one motion, not tearing his face away from yours as he takes you to his room, dirty dishes and the half-drunk wine on the table be damned.

"Everything comes off, except this...." He takes the vial of your necklace in between his fingers.

You smile and kiss his lips again before returning your attention to taking off your blouse.

"I adore you."

"Mí vida, I adore you most of all."

The rest of the night is slow, sensual, orgasmic bliss as your bodies practically devour one another. Your blood sealed in the ring on his pinky and his blood sealed away in a vial around your pretty little neck..

#Spotify #miguel o'hara #fanfic #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #romance #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o hara fluff #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o hara x you

[ghost-bxrd]

What would fae!dick and Bruce's relationship be like? Would they fight, woild they be loyal to a fault, would they even separate? Faes do love living in one place after all

Hmmm, well if we go with the option of Dick growing up mostly in the human world being more accustomed to attaching himself to people rather than a place I’d reckon him and Bruce would end up growing quite close.

Of course, the manor becomes Dick’s permanent home and reacts to the presence of an other being rather quickly, but at the core of it? I think Dick would use Bruce and Alfred as his anchor, with Jason and Tim and all the others joining over time.

And loyalty… well, the creatures I grew up with were never divided into good or evil. They were very versatile, much like humans. One could be kind and sweet in one story only to turn monstrous in the next, usually dependent on how they’d been treated by the human of the story. Dick is kind and loyal by nature and I headcanon he only shows his more “monstrous” side when he’s truly irked or feels he’s been wronged in some way (which is… a very subjective thing for fae).

Bruce offered Dick a home and a family, both things that certain type of other creatures value very much and consider sacrosanct. It may not win him over right away, but it goes a long way in building that fundamental trust that’s gonna end with Batman and Robin roaming the streets as a team.

On Bruce’s part… most things he does that are considered “gift giving” and “offers of kinship” are accidental. Because, well, he’s not fae. And he’s new to this child-parent thing and is totally winging it but it??? Seems to work ok???? And he finds that bribing Dick with food and old trinkets makes the boy more approachable, so that’s what he keeps doing until Dick starts coming to him on his own, without additional prompting.

Bruce is super happy because he thinks he’s doing this parenting stuff right and his son ward is warming up to him.

Dick is grudgingly charmed into accepting Bruce and Alfred as “his” humans. (It’s really hard to stay cold and distant with all the good food. And Dick may be fae but he’s been around humans all his life. He gets lonely embarrassingly easy. And he thrives and hugs.)

Sheesh ok getting off topic again. To sum it all up: I think their bond would be pretty strong and not easily broken. There’s mutual trust going on, but Bruce would have to learn to make compromises with Dick very early due to his… otherness. All those strict rules wouldn’t go over well with a fae. at all. Especially not if Dick found out who got his parents killed.

Consequently I think the monumental fallout that ends with Dick moving to Blüdhaven wouldn’t happen. At least not in its original severity. Mostly because Bruce had to get accustomed to Dick having a strong mind of his own years ago, and because he found out that being “rude and downright disrespectful” is an easy way to have a murder of crows with a suspicious number of eyes and wings chase you around for weeks on end. (Not to mention the deer incident. Bruce swears deer should NOT have that many rows of teeth.)

So yeah, they still argue. They still fight. But it’s usually just small spats and gets resolved rather quickly. ✨ and now that Dick’s finally settled down? Yup. Sorry. That’s HIS stretch of land now. He’s got his magic sunk into the very roots of it. Thank you and good day. And may the gods help anyone who tries to take it OR his humans away from him. 🌳

#fae dick grayson #the other things from the woods #dick grayson #batfamily #bruce wayne #batfam #Batman #headcanons #ghost talks

[jksprincess10]

Anything you say can and will be held against you || Tim Rockford x reader

Summary: You’re working on a big case with your work rival, who seems to take a liking in distracting you. Smut with plot (if you squint).

CW: unsafe sex, public-ish setting, implied age gap, oral (f receiving)

Of course, your boss had to put you and Tim Rockford on the same case.

The two of you were work rivals, always competing to crack the biggest cases. He had way more experience than you as a detective, 20 years under his belt, and just under 5 years for you. But you liked the thrill of trying to outwit him – and you totally didn’t have a crush on him.

This was a big case. The murder victim was a rich woman who were really loved in your community.

Your day was full of interviews with the suspects, and you stayed late at night to look through the archives, trying to find more information on the rich family. A motive, maybe, a scandal. Something even bigger than this case. You were alone at the station or well, you thought so.

Your fingers were expertly shuffling the files, trying to find what you were looking for until suddenly, you heard the turn of a lock. You got ready to fight with your high heels if necessary but you relaxed when you saw Tim’s familiar stature.

“I thought I was alone. Do you ever leave work?” You sighed, exasperated.

He got closer to you and your breathing got more and more laborious.

Of course, he was seeing right through you. He knew you were crushing on him, and he would use it to his advantage – not saying that he enjoyed it or anything. Tim was a lone wolf, married to his work. But you were… always by his side, with your tight pencil skirt that perfectly molded your curves and your shirt that looked like the buttons wanted to pop off under the pressure of your breasts.

“Move out of my way, let the expert work.” He simply retorted.

“Hmmm, I was here first, Columbo.”

He held your wrist between his thick fingers, to try and push you away from the precious files. His skin was warm, you always thought it would be. From this close, you could smell the coffee on his breath and his cologne that was starting to wear off. You didn’t budge.

“I think I have a lead, so you will have to be patient.” He let go of your wrist and you were going to push him away, until your fingers touched the leather holster he was always wearing under his beige coat. Oh. Your mind went all places, except to the murder scene. The detective was looking down at you with a slight smirk. You didn’t know how you found the guts. Maybe… maybe you were sleep deprived and it was all a hallucination? But it felt so real when you pulled on his holster straps to bring him close to you, before crashing your lips on his. It felt so real when his tongue found its way into your mouth.

His hands guided you through the archive room before the back of your thighs hit a table. Your sat on top of it, bringing Tim closer to you. Your lips went their separate ways as you gasped for air. Your hand fiddled with his tie to undo it, and it finally joined the floor. He helped you undo the first buttons of his white shirt, while holding your gaze, his brown irises had become darker as lust filled him.

“Lay down for me.”

For once, you obeyed him, resting your elbows on the table to prop up the top of your body to keep your hungry eyes on him. His warm fingers pulled up your pencil skirt and your loose shoes fell to the ground. He pressed two fingers against your clothed heat, feeling how wet you already were.

“What were you thinking about, naughty girl?” He discarded your panties before you could answer.

“You, fucking me.” You responded bluntly.

He grinned as his kneels fell to the ground, so he was faced with your burning core. His fingers gripped your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the table and you rested your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Can’t do that right away, I would split you open.”

You couldn’t argue, because his tongue was already on you, licking up a stripe. You whined softly, squirming under his warm tongue. He took his time with you, trying different methods to make you moan louder and louder. Thank god the station was empty. You seemed to like more when he was concentrating on your small bud of nerves, licking in circles with increasing pressure. He took a mental note of that, keeping a steady pace, before a finger found its way to your entrance. He felt your walls resist his entry.

“Relax.” He commanded.

You breathed harshly and tried to relax as much as you could. But he went back to torturing your clit, as his finger was pushing his way in.

“F-f…uuuck.”

“I’m not even done.” You could imagine the shit-eating grin he was wearing on his face.

Without a warning, another finger joined your entrance. Once you seemed to have relaxed, he started pulling them in and out of you, as he was sucking harder on your sensitive spot. Your back arched against the table and your legs started to shake under your hard release. He kept lapping your juices away, until he got back up, drunk on your elixir.

You got down from the table to chase after his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned against his mouth, your hands finding his belt, undoing it urgently. The detective pulled down his black slacks just enough to free his member.

You jumped out of your skirt and undid most of your shirt as he was stroking his member. When he was done, he held your waist to turn you around. You understood what he wanted from you and you laid your chest on the tabletop. You propped up your butt, where he laid his big hands.

He guided himself slowly through your folds. You felt every aching inch of him, until his hips were completely against your ass. You were already a whining mess under him.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” You greedily moved against him. “Please. Move.”

“Greedy little thing.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

He started moving slowly and it was already a lot. He was so big; he could hit every spot he wanted.

“F-Faster.”

He listened to you and started thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace. You could hear the vulgar sound of your skin slapping together and the grunts coming out of your mouths. He was rough and really was splitting you open. You knew he would ruin any other man for you.

He slowed down and pulled out to turn you around, so he could face you. He thrusted into you to fill you completely again. His hands found your half-clothed breasts, fondling them as he picked up his rough pace. You took the opportunity to take care of yourself, playing with your clit in circles as he was guiding himself to an orgasm. You slowly built your release, your walls eventually tightening up against his length. The sight, the feeling of your tight pussy was too much for your colleague. He soon followed you, warm liquid filling you up to the brim.

When he backed away from the table and your body, he took the time to admire you, completely fucked, juices dripping down your thighs. Your body went limp as you caught your breath.

He went out to get something to clean you up, shirt still half-buttoned but pants pulled up, when he met… your boss, who understood what happened when he saw the color of your lipstick smeared on his mouth and face. Tim did his best to pull himself back together, but it was too late.

“I see… you two are working well together on this case.”

#tim rockford #tim rockford x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #tim rockford x yn #tim rockford x you #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x yn #pedro pascal smut

[damianwayne0]

Minecraft || (2)

(part 2)

Part 1 | Part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Tim : open up!!! * Banging on the door *

Dick , sleeping: wha- * falls of his bed * what the duck? Who is it? * Goes to open the door* Tim?

Tim : where are they!? * Hitting dick with a diamond sword *

Dick: ouchhh wtf man stop! Idk what you are talking about!

Tim : I know it's you * still hitting dick*

Dick: NO NO STOP! I AM ON ONE HEART STOPP!

Tim , finally stopping: give those back than!

Dick : Tim I really don't know what you're talking about.

Tim: Than who took it!?

Dick : i don't know maybe tell me first that what went missing!?

Tim, nervously scratching his head : hehe oh yeah . My 6 stacks of cobble stones went missing, I can't find them anywhere!

Dick, thinking something : cobble stones? And 6 stacks?

Tim : Yes and Yes .

Dick : I know! Maybe Damian took them!

Tim , confused: why would he take them?

Dick : Y/n kicked him out after he accidentally deleted her Minecraft world

Tim : ha! Serves him right. But how is that related ?

Dick : bruh, idiot now he needs to build a new house so maybe he took your cobble stones.

Tim : hmmm your right, it could be the reason. I am going to him!

Dick : and I am coming along so you guys don't kill each other.

I hope you liked it✨^⁠_⁠^ There will be part 3 Like if you liked it hehe

#damian wayne #batfam #robin #dc #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #redhood #batboys #timdrake #bruce wayne #damian wayne x female reader #older damian wayne #damian wayne al ghul #damian al ghul #damian wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne x reader fluff #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x reader #batfamily incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily #incorrect batfam #inncorrect quotes #jason todd fanfiction #dick grayson fanfiction #tim drake fanfiction #damian wayne/reader #damian wayne/you #minecraft

[suzukiblu]

may I ask if you have any fic recs handy?? dw if not

Hmmm, well, let's see, what have I read recently that I especially liked . . .

. . . oh okay yeah I got way too into this, lol. wELP, such is life!!

Eyes Like Kryptonite, by dragonez. Supercorp. Lena Luthor gets an either time or dimensionally-displaced Kryptonian on her balcony who inexplicably seems to think a Luthor can help him, and then she has to deal with that. Kara does not love this development (but definitely loves Lena) and Conner just wants to get home to his family.

I Want It That Way, by WynterSky. TimKon. I cannot even explain to you how good this fucking fic is. Just--TimKon, but make it 90's. Why are you still here? Go read it. Go read it NOW.

Catherine/Bruce Medieval AU, by iselsis and PotatoLady. Catherine/Bruce, past Catherine/Willis. What it says on the tin, and also omegaverse. I am WAY too into this fic, hah, "Bruce saves Catherine and takes in her and Jason both" is so, so small a genre but so, so GOOD a genre. [ tw: past rape ]

You and me and them. Let's be pack. Let's show the world we chose each other, by Ace_of_Hearts4444. TimKon. Tim finds out Kon is a newly-presented stray omega in an AU where being packless is a Big Fucking Problem and Young Justice has some fucking FEELINGS about that fact.

The tale of a cat who stole a diamond boy, by Ace_of_Hearts4444. TimKon. I'm not really into "Tim is Stray/Catlad" AUs, but I am VERY into this TimKon concept. Also, like yes, obviously Tim is exactly unhinged enough to do this.

in the shadows, by Kieron_ODuibhir. Batman was Bruce Wayne's imaginary friend, but now he's Dick Grayson's. I could cut a bitch for more of this concept, oh my GOD. 💔

A Hummingbird Suspended, by poisonivory. Thad/Match. Thad gets out of the Speed Force and wants to fuck shit up, but unfortunately Match is very attractive and has even more unfortunately grown some morals.

Gut Feeling, by Ao3time. Lois finds a superclone in a lab and welp he's hers now. No takebacksies.

With Violet Light, by Evilpixie. Jason Todd wants to blow up the Batmobile and ends up a Star Sapphire. There's, uh, an adjustment period.

This isn't how things are supposed to go. But we've always been unorthodox., by RenkonNairu. Superbat, TimKon. Kryptonian omegas are not the same as human ones, and human alphas are not the same as Kryptonian ones. And therefore Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake are having a fucking time of it with Clark Kent and Conner Luthor, and Lex is just doing his damnedest to ruin as much shit as he possibly can. [ tw: rape ]

Talk That Slick Talk, by thebodydies. Kenan/Kon. Kenan meets a weirdly friendly stranger who's apparently trying to pick him up. Kon is literally just wearing fucking glasses, man. Also I desperately need more of this pairing, especially in this interpretation, please and thank you. [ this is just smutty kinky smut and you should immediately go bask in it ]

( annnnnd not-DC-but-still-superheroes bonus round!! )

I wanna be that guy (the girl under you), by Stackthedeck. SpideyTorch. Peter Parker/Johnny Storm + kink = gender?? [ more kinky smut for you to go bask in!! ]

#anonymous #rinrecs #omegaverse #rape #past rape #long post #not sfw

[deepwithintheabyss]

This whole idea is literally just because I saw @gerryrigged in my notes and went hmmm haven't thought about DickTim in a while

Tim is undercover in a club when he spots Dick in the crowd, he thinks Dick doesn't recognize him especially by the way he catches Dick check him out, he thinks nothing of it because he assumes he isn't Dicks type

Especially with how young he looks (he's actually still underage Robin era)

Knowing Dick is there in the club excites him and he starts to show off and dance more heated, def gets flirted with by a lot of people, someone tries to make the moves at him grinding against him when two hot arms pull him back

It's Dick who's grinding into him now smirking dark and dirty down at him and Tim can't help the shudder, he still thinks Dick doesn't recognize him especially because he asks for his name.

He knows he should do the reasonable thing and tell Dick to back off, if he ever finds out he won't forgive himself but it's Dick and he can't really resist it.

He could just go along with whatever Dick has planned and enjoy it, hide it away in that dirty dark part of his mind and pray the other never finds out about this. Have a taste just once (even when he knows it would ruin him forever) so he does, he lets Dick drag him into a quiet corner, makes out with him heavily, wonders quietly in a part of his mind if Dick always has a thing for underage looking dudes

Gets himself dragged to one of Dick's safehouses and then, when they barely stumbled inside he gets slammed against the door violently, picked up entirely of his feet and fuck that's hot, until Dick suddenly growls out Tim's name, Tim's name, asking him how long he'd planned to play coy with Dick and try to hide this from him. How long he'd thought he'd could fool Dick as if Dick couldn't clock his little brother out of a crowd and fuck that name does something to him and he has to arch up and moan into Dicks mouth, their faces still barely apart as Dick basically pants the accusations into it

Can't help himself as he grinds up into Dick and oh he's still hard, Dick is hard because of him and he knew it was Tim the entire time, can't help but let out a broken moan at the realization and it's as if that broke the last of Dick restraint

next thing he knows he's face down and ass up on a mattress as Dick pounds into him, entire bedframe shaking with his trusts as he calls Tim all manner of names, whore, slut, dirty little brother trying to seduce his elders,playing coy with Dick and putting on a show for him as if he didn't know who Dick was, as if he didn't know it was his elder brother he was grinding against who's hands he had on his waist as they danced in the club, how desperate he must been for a good pounding if he went out to random clubs for an one night stand when he could just come ask his big brother for help

Anyway yeah Dick being a dirty older man who is just very into fucking his underage kid brother <3

#the abyss speaks #dicktim #my writing #technically?? #ugh I need a better tag system

[inthememetime]

Danny Phantom AU where some other billionaire's company gets better employee ratings, so Vlad gets pissed off and competitive. Meanwhile, Danny & friends are enjoying the break from his nonsesnse & the occasional rants that Vlad calls the Fenton parents with.

News headline: Wayne Enterprises has best benefits in the country!

Vlad: bullshit. *gives better benefits and an almost-living wage* there I win.

Headline: Stark Industries to pay all employees a minimum $2/hr above living wage.

Vlad: that BITCH *matches SI payrates*. I need to win...hmmm.... *establishes 40% tuition reimbursement program*. Ha! Beat that!

Headline: Luthorcorp to start donating 1% of profits to environmental organizations

Vlad: Son of a... *1% matching to the environment, 1% to homeless shelters across the country, and 1% to emergency relief funds* Finally, I've won!

Headline: Wayne enterprises to start 100% daycare reimbursement under new CEO, Tim Drake!

Vlad: *demonic screeching* *matches daycare reimbursement and ups tuition reimbursement to 50% for all relevant programs.*

Headline: LutherCorp secretly donating funds to himself! In prison for tax fraud!

Vlad: Finally. I've done it. Best billionaire.

3 months later:

Headline: Stark Industries to offer paid internships with college credits!

Vlad: Oh COME ON!!!!

This goes on until *everyone* wants to work at WE, SI, or DalvCo. The pissing contests do not end there. No.

They escalate, much to everyone else's exasperation, enjoyment, or (in case of Republicans) horror.

Wayne Enterprises synthesizes insulin, sells for $25/bottle- undercutting major medical companies who sell for minimum $300/bottle.

Stark Industries pioneers new affordable mobility aids- like Rhodey's braces, for example.

Therefore, Vlad has to put *his* two-cents in and starts 3-d printing/cloning organs for (comparitively) little money based on the original person's dna to eliminate chances of rejection.

And THAT means they move onto the next thing- fixing homelessness, because surely if they solve *that* they can win. Only to find the anti-homeless laws are *so* strict they can't do much.

Vlad: I'm evil, but not that evil.

So 2 asshole billionaires- and Bruce & Tim- get together. Stark beats Trump and is president. Vlad wins a senate race. Bruce is forced (kicking and screaming) to run for congress- which he loses. And they start working on homelessness.

Give me a Sam screeching when a grown-ass dracula looking motherfucker floats into her room.

Vlad: stop screaming. Don't- why are you shooting me, I haven't tried to kill you in YEARS! Not the thermos, not the-

Later:

Look, just tell me how to fix this shit.

I just- give me assholes (and Bruce & Tim) viciously competing to make the world a better place.

#not lotr #danny phantom #inthememetime #vlad masters #bruce wayne #tony stark #dp x dc x marvel #danny phantom au #ideas #also Vlad is not redeemed Vlad in this #he is unrepentantly power hungry #he just cant stand losing and ends up doing good things for bad reasons #q are you q q q q

[kylietellin]

Curly Shepard x Curtis Sister! reader 🥵 I swear nobody makes these its so annoying

A/N : I'll do this as HC since you didn't out anything else

Idk why but this gif makes me weak in the knees 😍😍😍😍

You're probably twins with Ponyboy or younger than Soda other than Ponyboy.

Being the sister of the curtis brothers and part of the curtis gang warded off lots of heartbreaks.

You thought that you were just ugly, but no, guys are just scared of your brothers.

It's kind of the same for Curly, he's the younger brother of tim and older brother of Angela.

He has a bit of a reputation for fighting, with that and his last name, girls were kinda scared of him.

Being avoided by future girlfriends and boyfriends made you guys relate.

Also the gang stuff.

You never saw Curly like as bf material until Highschool.

He also didn't think you were cute until then.

One random friday, he comes to your lunch table, where you're sitting with some girlfriends.

He sits down next to you and starts flirting and successfully scored a date and number

(he already had the number since he'd been over at the curtis house before but getting a girls number kind of is a check off on picking up a broad)

You got all cute and decided to go.

He tried to have.. y'know.. after the date, but you sternly told him that you're not that easy

Made him want you more

After months of secretly dating, Tim catches you two making out and somehow it gets to the gang that you're dating Curly.. hmmm i wonder who spilt the beans?!

Ponyboy denies everything

"My sister isn't dating anyone"

If you are twins with him, it might hurt his feelings that you didn't tell him.

Sodapop thinks it's some sick joke 'someone' (Tim) made up to provoke Dallas or somethin.

"Yeah sure..."

Darry considers it since you'd been more sneaky and quiet recently.

Doesn't actually realize it though.

Johnny is the only one who actual thinks it's true 1000000%

"You're too stubborn, Pone."

Dallas fights Tim

He thinks its to provoke him

Tim uses it to win arguments with him at Bucks

Two-bit needs someone to remind him

He completely forgot about this whole dating rumor.

"wait she's dating who?"

Steve half thinks it's true, but Sodapop tries to explain how it's all fake.

"Man, you sound kind of crazy, but alright."

The gang really finds out when they catch you wearing Curly's well known leather jacket. Also, Johnny brings up the fact that he saw you and Curly at the Dingo on dates for the past few months.

"Why're wearing Curly's jacket?" Ponyboy asks.

"why would it be curly's?" You respond.

"It has that little red string sewed in a swirl in the collar." He responded. How does this kid know everything?!

Gang goes wild.

"Lets rough him up a bit" Steve suggests.

"Oh, yeah I forgot to say, I saw her and Curly on little dates at the dingo past few months" Johnny says randomly.

"YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL US?!"

"I didn't think anything of it" he replied

You are grounded btw.

During your grounding, Curly, stupidly, came to the house, thinking it was only you there and the gang was sitting in the living room like wtf...?!

You had to rush Curly out before shit went down.

Took a while for the gang to accept him, but it happens.

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If I’m not mistaken (it’s a long interview and I could have missed something) he didn’t really say anything about where Buck and Tommy could be heading. He talk more about the mechanics of it all. Figuring out how they were gonna bring them together so a kiss was possible and making sure Oliver and Lou were on the same page beforehand. Not really anything about Buck’s feelings for Tommy or whether or not the relationship has any longevity.

The Buddie question on the other hand, he reiterated that he’s all for it if that’s the path they go down. He made a remark on their chemistry (before in the same interview also mentioned that while he was playing bi Buck in earlier seasons he’d acknowledge the chemistry he had with other male characters, but of course didn’t give any names then, lol). Then he gives us the hurdle that the writers would have to overcome to make sure bi representation respectful and avoid stereotypes. Now we already see in the show how the writers are trying to work through that.

Hello!! Yes I agree with you in terms of what he discussed when he was talking about Tommy. He was speaking openly about things we very much are aware of. Both in the interview with Zach and the interview that came out yesterday I’m not getting much of a longevity for their relationship. Maybe that’s just how I’m interpreting things. Bc again I just find it strange that Oliver himself isn’t really promoting this new relationship himself. He’s shared many articles and brought attention to his characters storyline but it seems to lack the Tommy portion of it. And him saying he hopes that Tommy sticks around as a friend and somewhat mentor was strange TO ME bc why wouldn’t he talk about hopes of them furthering their relationship to some extent? Idk I’m on the same page as you.

In terms of him already playing into it regardless of Tim mentioning something before this season, I’m sorry but who was he going to play into with??? He didn’t even know Lou was going to be on the show until Tim told him. So who on the show was he planning on leaning it into with? But also who in the show was he having chemistry with in prior seasons that if you went back and rewatched, you’d see bi Buck??? Hmmm the only logical answer to both of those questions is Eddie lol. He even confirmed that both he and Ryan have that chemistry and he knows it comes off across to everyone watching. So again, why would he be playing into that aspect of Buck when he didn’t even know a potential new love interest was being introduced??? And everyone else on the show is already paired off so like…he basically gave us an answer without really giving us an answer. And I’m still choosing to focus on how much the topic of Buddie is being brought up everywhere. In every interview and all the comments and even the official pages constantly posting Buddie. It’s all Buddie and if we’re meant to stop giving that ship any attention and really focus on him and Tommy, like why isn’t there more hype for it? And I’m speaking in terms of Oliver, Tim and stuff. I just idk, to me this all seems like it’s eventually being set up for Buddie and we’re obviously taking the slow route there but yeah lol.

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Part 3 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

Tim's eyes widened. "What? When?"

"Three, four years ago?" Jason racked his memories. "I wasn't sure at first but when I saw her photo, I remembered. I was in WE, and there was a class taking a tour around. There was one girl who fell behind alone from the group. Marinette."

Yet again, Tim dived into the computer to confirm it. Meanwhile, Dick also chimed in, "Yeah, I did remember B mentioning a class from Paris before. They won the sponsored trip to Gotham."

"Francois Dupont . . . it was her class! I remember too—I never saw them 'cause Bruce was in charge of it." Tim scanned the files. "Jason, what else did you see?"

"Nothing, really, I just passed by them." His eyebrows furrowed. "Marinette looked like she was isolated from the rest of the class, and no one was talking to her. Actually, she looked like you on a bad day, sleep-deprived, walking like a zombie."

"The records said she was bullying her classmates but . . ."

Jason nodded. "It could be the other way around."

Although Jason only caught a glimpse, those sullen blue eyes were forever seared into his mind. He felt guilty shaking it off when he could've looked more into it. He nearly believed it was karma biting him back knowing that that same girl was now dead.

Dick had the same look of frustration aimed at the puzzle they couldn't figure out. He tapped his fingers on his knee. "If the problem here is the lack of evidence, why don't we go to Paris and look for it?"

Tim's head whipped towards him. "Are you crazy? That was two years ago, we can't just go snooping around the city."

"But if her death wasn't cleared out, there should be at least one person who wants to know the truth, right?"

Jason thought for a while. "Dickiebird's right. If you've hacked your way into all the clues you can find, we won't get anywhere without other statements."

"You're serious? You're actually serious?"

"What, don't tell me you don't want to find out the truth."

"Of course I do!"

"Then it's settled," Jason decided. "Since Dickie here has an actual job to go back to, I'll come with you. We'll go to Paris as soon as possible."

***

"What's that?" Tim heard Jason come up behind him to ask.

"Marinette's medical records."

"Seriously?"

"What? I have to make sure everything is accounted for!" He pursed his lips, looking down grimly at the thin set of papers.

"So what did you find?"

"Nothing. She had no history of illness." The cause of death was the one bothering him to no end. He wished he had looked into it himself two years ago, but of course he had no way of knowing it back then. All it took was one celebrity rumor to launch their entire investigation.

While he began gathering up the documents on the dining table, Damian walked in, sour mood and all. "I heard from Pennyworth that you're going to Paris."

"Yeah, we are. We need to look more into her death, and the answers are there." Jason sat on the chair next to Tim.

"Father permitted this?"

"The more important question is . . ." Tim looked up at their youngest brother and scowled. "Why didn't you tell me about this before? You were there when we found that accusation on Lilia Ross."

Tim remembered it clearly—it was about a year ago: a hot summer day, endless complaints of boredom, and him shoving a stack of folders into Damian's hands.

Damian crossed his arms defiantly. "I've found nothing in that case. What makes you think you will?"

"He knows about the case?" Jason questioned.

"One day he was complaining about having nothing to do, so I gave him my pending cold cases to work on," Tim explained, "One of those was Marinette's case."

"There aren't enough clues," Damian clicked his tongue. "It's only a dead end."

"Did you think about flying to Paris, hmmm?"

The boy looked away haughtily and didn't answer. Tim peered at his expression. "See? That's why we're going to the scene of the crime. To get more clues."

"Whatever." Damian began to head towards the exit. "As Father said, Lilia Ross hasn't done anything directly to WE; there's no reason to go this far."

"It's for Marinette's sake," Tim whispered under his breath. He made a mental note to hack through Damian's devices just in case he found something they didn't.

He turned to Jason. "So, who should we talk to first? I automatically veto any vote that goes to her parents."

For one, Tim couldn't think of any excuse to come knocking at the Dupain-Cheng's door and suddenly ask them about their daughter. Even if they could play the authority card, he didn't want to reopen wounds of their grief. Besides, their police testimony is pretty detailed—we're better off starting somewhere else.

Jason sifted through the papers. "What about him?" He pointed to a picture. "Her parents said she was closest to him in their class."

Adrien Agreste. Famous model, joined Marinette's class in college, Tim looked over the file. His mother, actress Emelie Graham de Vanily died when he was young. His father, founder of the Gabriel fashion brand passed away not long before Marinette did.

"I think he's staying in Paris right now," said Tim. "He took a break from his job months ago, and apparently he just stayed in France the entire time, in the Agreste manor."

"Why the hiatus?"

Tim shrugged. "Dunno. Must be the pressure . . . there were rumors saying that his father started being overprotective when his mother died. Switched him to homeschooling until he entered Dupont and started his modeling career early."

Jason frowned. "More like controlling, not overprotective."

Tim could only imagine the psychological stress on him. First, he lost a parent at an early age and became sheltered, then he lived in a city plagued by an emotional terrorist, and then suffered the loss of a friend. No wonder he took a break.

"Aside from Adrien, who else?" Jason continued.

"Marinette had a couple friends who didn't go to Dupont," Tim suggested. "Kagami Tsurugi and Luka Couffaine. They're not in Paris right now like most of her former classmates, but I can arrange something online."

"What about their former teacher? Bustier?"

Tim shook his head. "She wasn't their teacher at the time Marinette died."

"Who else then?"

Tim thought for a moment. "Aside from the ones closest to her, I want to talk to those who weren't. Acquaintances, maybe. Regulars at their bakery. Maybe they noticed some change in her behavior. I can't give any names right now, but we'll have to see who we can talk to when we get there."

They looked at their hastily-scribbled but underwhelmingly short list. At least it's something, Tim thought.

***

Paris greeted them with gray weather, as if a bad omen was about to come upon them. The rain would shift from drizzles to pelting storms, and the throngs of people seemed to own only black-colored umbrellas. Even the Agreste mansion stood lonely and hollow in the street, a shell of modern architecture. It was by no means unkept, though its tidy state but lack of occupants was eerie to witness.

It was Adrien himself who showed up at the door and guided the two of them up to a study room. Judging by the mini-runway at the center of the room and the large painting resembling Klimt's The Woman in Gold, Tim guessed that it once belonged to the senior Agreste.

"Um, can I get you both anything to drink? There's coffee, tea, juice or water," Adrien offered.

Jason gave Tim a look clearly warning him against taking another cup of coffee. I haven't even had that much today, Tim thought bitterly but replied for the both of them: "We'll both have tea." It seems fitting for the weather.

Adrien nodded and slipped out to get the drinks. Tim took the opportunity to take a peek around. Although the place had unmistakable signs of its origin, there were also a few touches here and there that he felt was solely Adrien's choice: the desk lamp in the shape of the Eiffel, the runway seats with cozy blankets and throw pillows, the multicolored carpets under the table, and the photos of Parisian heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir on the wall. A bright pastel pink box with polka dots on the lid stood out on one of the shelves, a strange contrast to the greens and blues.

"Does he really live alone?" Jason whispered.

"Apparently," Tim replied, "I think he only hires a cleaning service every few months or something."

"That box . . ." Jason pointed out suddenly. "It has an 'M' on it."

"'M' for Marinette?"

Before they could take a closer look, Adrien returned with steaming mugs and a plate of biscuits.

"So . . ." The blonde trailed off. "You said you wanted to talk about Marinette?"

Despite the fake plastered smile and his styled outfit, Tim didn't miss the thin dark circles under his eyes or the way he'd close in on himself. He was smoothly showing a model persona but his real self spilled through cracks.

"We'll be honest with you." Tim leaned forward. "We're both detectives, you see. Her case caught our attention recently and we saw there were too many inconsistencies. We just want to find out more."

Adrien smiled wryly. "It's because of the rumor about Lilia Ross, isn't it?"

Tim faltered. "Yeah, that was what brought our attention to it but I promise we're not with the media or anything! We're not selling information to the press either." He took a breath. "If you don't want to talk about it though, that's fine."

Jason nudged him on the side, silently saying, 'Then what are we here for if he won't talk, you dummy?'

Adrien studied them both, probably getting a read on their intentions. He took a sip of his drink. "I'm also going to be honest. I don't think it's a good idea to look into it."

"Why not?" Tim pressed on. "Did you really think she . . .?"

Adrien's gaze was directed to the ground. Not quite sad, or mournful. Just pensive. "We don't know anything," he said softly. "They never told us anything other than she took her own life."

"Was she acting strangely before that time?" Jason asked.

"Just before her death? No, she wasn't," Adrien answered, "But long before that, she did change somehow."

Tim's thoughts immediately flashed towards the encounter Jason told them about. Was that change because of the bullying?

There was a slight shift in Adrien's expression. Annoyance? Anger? A grudge? "It began with Lila, Lilia Ross, transferring to our class. She was quick to have our classmates worship the ground she walked on, but Marinette never bought any of it. She was vocal about Lila playing pretend when everyone had these rose tinted glasses. Because she seemed irrational about her accusations, Marinette became distant with her friend group and Lila took every opportunity to frame her."

His shoulders sagged. "I wasn't such a good friend to her either . . . I was too afraid to speak up because my father sided with Lila too. But I tried to help Marinette in secret. She wasn't just a student. She was class representative, she worked part time in her parents' bakery. She had design commissions. And everything was weighing down on her."

After hearing the truth, hearing those words from her friend, Tim could've believed it was suicide.

Adrien let out a soft humorless laugh. "It's up to you if you want to believe that, but that's her side of the story. Sure, Lila looks faultless in front of the camera but take it from me who's known her for years. It's all an act."

Tim could feel that Jason was restless too. "After so long, she hasn't been exposed at all? Didn't anyone ever feel she was sketchy?"

A shrug. "The dangerous part about Lila is that once you've realized you inadvertently helped her charade, you're forced to play along to save face. Exhibit A, our class."

"Even after Marinette died? Didn't they want to know why or how? Have they ever considered that Marinette was telling the truth?"

"I think they were too guilty after that, too focused on their regrets so they didn't bother to know more, or they were afraid to know the truth."

Tim stared at the tea he barely drank, where Adrien's sullen face was reflected. "What about you? Don't you want to know?"

Adrien paused. His eyes were noticeably glazed over, and his voice cracked when he said, "I just want her to rest. I saw her at the funeral and . . . she never looked so peaceful. I tried, I begged the police for answers but they said there was nothing they could do . . ."

God, he was completely destroyed, Tim thought. But there was no evidence. It would've been a hopeless case for them.

Adrien cleared his throat and regained his composure. The faraway look in his eyes remained, as if he were remembering his memories with Marinette. Tim made a promise to himself that if they found anything, Adrien would be first to know. There could've been someone who was after her, someone who cleaned up the entire thing to the point of reaching impossibility.

"Erm, after she died was there anyone close to her who acted weird?" Tim asked.

The pointed look from Jason confirmed that it was not, in fact, good timing to ask the question.

Still, Adrien replied to him. "I kept myself here after I heard the news. I didn't really see anyone until the funeral."

"Uh, sorry, shouldn't have asked that."

"It's fine." He waved it off. "You're going to talk to Kagami and Luka too, right?"

Tim nodded.

"I think those two won't speak freely about Marinette like me—they're very very protective of her. Just a suggestion: you can tell them you're re-investigating on the request of someone anonymous so they don't question your intentions. I'll vouch for you."

"Will it be that hard for them to open up?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"They were Marinette's closest confidants for so many years. They'll be suspicious if two strangers suddenly come asking."

"And you're not suspicious?"

He shook his head. "I've changed my mind. I'm not going to stop you if you want to look into it. At least there's two people who are willing to understand who she was, how kind and pure that girl was as someone who lived through a nightmare."

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Cass cain and kon for hcs (separately or together go wild)

Headcanon A:  realistic

they are both nonbinary. cass grew up without language to even begin to describe gender - what the hell is a "boy" or a "girl"? she uses she/her because it's what she's used to, but if everyone had used he/him for her at first, she'd have been fine with that too. it's all just words and none of it makes sense to her. she is just... herself. none of the words and little boxes they delineate make sense to her. it's lonely and frustrating. kon meanwhile is so, so conscious of how he's perceived and what little boxes he's supposed to fit within. he represses any feelings that are out of line with those boxes, but he gets really in his head about it sometimes. which is also lonely, and frustrating.

they both kind of end up exploring that together. it's a slow process, but kon is very easy for cass to open up to, because he always waits so patiently and is happy to fill silences for her. (he makes her laugh. he's one of the first people she ever knew who just wanted to make her laugh.) and he doesn't mind if it takes her a while to figure out the right words to describe things. in turn, she's good at reading him and hearing all the words he doesn't say. they stargaze together a lot.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

they're both affection-starved and they both understand each other on a really profound level, which means they're both aware the other is affection-starved. what this means: they're completely platonic friends who cuddle and occasionally kiss. what this means: there's a whole romcom plot in which tim and steph witness cass smacking kon's ass and going "thanks babygirl <3" when he gives her a slice of fresh pie a la mode, and (not unreasonably) think hey what the fuck. when did they become a thing??? shenanigans ensue.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

finding out she lost brenda and all her friends in bludhaven was already hard enough. when tim (in tears) told her that they'd also lost kon, barely any time at all later, she shut down and was entirely nonverbal for three full days. how many loved ones is she supposed to outlive? how many? and why must they die when she lives? she's already taken a life - surely if anyone deserves to die, it's her. not him. he was made to be a weapon just like her, but he rose above it. she didn't, not until she'd already done the unforgivable. why did he have to die? why does she have to live? why? why?

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

throws evil cass mind control arc out the fucking window. bye get out of here. honestly i haven't worked out Exactly how i want to fix that whole era (bc like, it gave her the impetus to leave batgirl to steph, so SOMETHING still has to happen), but i think she should have been on the cruise with dick and tim and bruce... haha wait unless she didn't want to go on a cruise bc it reminded her of how she and kon met and that grief was still too close... and then some shit happened to her when they werent there and she was alone bc she didnt wanna go... hmmm... this could be something!!

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