Tumgik
#im back in the pits
ew-selfish-art · 11 months
Text
Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice. 
Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can. 
Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there. 
It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.
Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically. 
It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood. 
He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie. 
“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?” 
“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.
“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.” 
“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.
“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty. 
“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-” 
“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-” 
“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles. 
“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word. 
Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.
“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.” 
And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home. 
The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!
3K notes · View notes
gunsatthaphan · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"I might have to cancel our agreement."
620 notes · View notes
citrucee · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
the "walking into a new area" experience
587 notes · View notes
le-trash-prince · 1 month
Text
does your fandom argue about whether or not it would be in-character and aligned with the story’s themes to have the main character get mpregged onscreen or are they normal
149 notes · View notes
gojipink · 10 months
Text
Alhaitham + mirror fucking
ஐ summary. exactly what it says on the tin!
ஐ warnings. NSFW, fem!reader, mirror sex, from behind, teasing, fingering, creampie
Alhaitham’s explicit and direct nature bleeds into his actions in the bedroom. He’s in love with how your cheeks dust a bright pink when he makes you tell him exactly where you need him or how your voice is broken and breathless when he asks you to describe how he’s making you feel. He doesn't shy away from giving you specific instructions nor does he shy away from telling you exactly what he would do if you didn’t follow said instructions. So when you find yourself in front of the vanity mirror, ass firmly pressed against Alhaitham’s increasingly hard dick, you know he was planning something not very nice. He has one hand traveling down your naked tummy while the other is wrapped around your throat and jaw, only allowing you to look straight at him through the mirror. His lips brush the outer shell of your ear, voice low as he speaks “Eyes open the entire time or I stop, understand?”, you have no choice but to nod as much as his grip allows and whisper a soft “yes”.
Your eyes are trying to stay focused on his face because it's way too embarrassing the way you can see yourself in your peripherals. Eyes becoming half-lidded, cheeks blushy, and lips slightly parted as his descending hand finally reaches your pussy. Two of his fingertips dip just barely between your slick folds before sliding up to smear your wetness over your clit, his eyes focused on your face as he repeats the action over and over. You have to blink several times to not wholly shut your eyes and watch through hazy vision as his coated fingers enter your little hole, slowly moving in and out. Your eyes close for just a second, relishing how his long fingers feel inside your gummy walls but immediately fly open when all movement suddenly ceases. Making eye contact through the mirror, he gives you a pointed look, “What did I say?” you whine in response and your head lolls back to rest on his shoulder. You know he’s looking for a verbal answer but it’s so embarrassing to say these things out loud!
“y/n, I asked you a question,” he says calmly as his hand brings your face back into its front-facing position. 
The embarrassment that shows on your face doesn’t exactly tell the truth about how you feel in this situation. Your pussy is squeezing around his unmoving fingers, growing even wetter. Though, however arousing the circumstances, you were growing desperate for Alhaitham to move.
“...y-you said to keep…to keep my eyes open,” you say quietly.
“Or what?”
The fullness that you feel from his fingers alone is intense and the lack of friction was making you struggle to fully breathe. 
“Or you’ll stop,” you pant. 
“Do you want me to stop? Hm? Is that why you closed your eyes?” His teasing words are enough to make you beg. 
“‘Haitham…pl-please move…I won’t do it again just-!” you panic as his fingers withdraw completely out of you. “W-wait no, please ‘Haitham I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Shhh, my love, it's alright.” He lightly laughs as he pulls down his pants just low enough to free his hard cock. He soothes your distress with slow wet kisses down the side of your neck. “You’ll always be good for me, right?” he says, peering at you in the mirror as he gathers your slick with the head of his cock. 
“Mm..y-yes” you hiccup as you feel his mushroom tip catch on your entrance before Alhaitham buries himself to the hilt. It isn’t until Alhaitham starts thrusting do you understand the impossibility of his little rule. His eyes watch your half-closed ones like a hawk as he increases his pace, bending you over the vanity and grabbing your hips to gain leverage. Your head is starting to dip down but before you can look down and lose his intense eye contact, Alhaitham grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it back so that your head stays up.
“Eyes.” he snarls as he begins fucking you at a bruising pace. 
Everything about this situation is making you burn from the inside out. His firm grip on your hips and hair, the sound of the vanity knocking harshly into the wall, your own fucked out expression staring back through the jumpy mirror, it’s all making that white-hot coiled high ready to snap at any second. 
Your mind is melting, the only thing you know is Alhaitham and the feeling of his thick cockhead bullying your cervix. Through blurry vision, you watch his face and his reactions as he fucks you. 
How his sharp eyes are fixated on your face, drinking in every little expression and sound. How his jaw is clenched tight and his breathing is ragged and harsh. And how his eyebrows furrow and his eyes lose focus for just a split second when your hot walls constrict around his thick dick.  
“‘H-Haith..mmh!” you try to babble out a warning of your fast-approaching orgasm, but with the way your pussy has him in a vice grip, sucking him in and gushing around him, he already knew. 
He pulls your hair tighter, forcing your head up a little further to regain your attention. 
“Watch yourself cum.” he growls through gritted teeth, straining to starve off his peak just to watch you come undone first. 
The only thing you can do is mewl and try to nod as much as he would let you. 
The eye contact that you make with your fucked out self paired with Alhaitham’s overwhelming presence is enough to snap the coil that’s settled in your spine. You watched through fuzzy eyes as your electric orgasm ripped through you and consequently forces Alhaitham to follow.  
Pulling you flush against him so that the head of his cock is flush against your cervix, he spills everything deep inside of you with a guttural groan. Your pussy flutters around him, milking him for every drop almost painfully as he grows sensitive. 
Carefully, he slides out of your warm walls, messy globs of his cum drip out of you and splashes onto the hardwood floor beneath you. You slowly stand and lean against him, your head tucked into the side of his neck trying to catch your breath. “You’re not going to ask me to clean the floor with my mouth or something, are you?”
He lets out an airy laugh, “While a good idea for the future, I shall let you rest tonight.”
Moving from your spot in his neck to look at him through the mirror ready to retort, you grow speechless at his loving-filled gaze on you. 
“Should we go take a bath?” you quietly suggest, still unable to look away from him. 
You watch as Alhaitham closes his eyes, arms wrapped tightly across your middle, basking in your warmth. 
“In a minute,” he whispers.
598 notes · View notes
sluckythewizard · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
THEY could give me the surgurey i need (inspired alot by evojellys designs for em. GREAT STUFF)
#THE SUCKENING IS S O COOOOL GUYS VIV N VEX ARE SO FUCKING COOL AND FUNNY... CHARLIES FLAVOR OF DERANGED IS JUST#SO PERFECT FOR THIS CAMPAIGN.. I LOVE HOW HE DOES HORROR AND EVIL AND SCARY AND AAUAUUUGHGHGUUHGHG#their teeht arnt spiked like normal vampires but theyre sharp n smooth like a Beak. in my beautiful heart#ALSO UGHGHGH BIG SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 7 BUT#THAT THING WITH THE MAP. WITH THE DEMONS N VAMPS. THEYRE KEEPING TRACK OF THEM.#'so viv. was that one of mine or one of yours?' IS THIS A PET PROJECT OF THEIRS OR SOMETHING. ARE THEY PULLING MORE STRINGS THAN WE THINK#IS ONE TUGGING AT THE DEMONS AND THE OTHER TUGGING AT THE FANGS? PITTING THEM AGAINST EACHOTHER SO THEY KILL EACHOTHER?#AND THEN ITS EASIER TO TAKE THE BODIES FOR THEIR FUNNY CREATIONS?? IT PROLLY WASNT EASY TO GET SUPPLIES B4 EDWARD CAME INTO POWER#BUT OH MY GOD.. POOR EMIZEL.. THE MEMORY OF HIS CREW WAS TAKEN AND THEN HE WATCHES A BUNCHA THEM GET HORRIBLY DISMATNLED N DISTORTED#HE KNOWS HE CARED FOR THEM AT SOMEPOINT N HE KNOWS THE MEMORIES WERE TAKEN BUT HE JUST. CANT. AUAUUGGUAHGUAHGUAHGUHG#THAT SUCKS SO BAD FOR HIMMM EMIZEEEELL EMIZEL CMERE BABY BOY ILL SMOKE U OUT BOY. GET AWAY FROM THOSE EVIL GUYS I AM BETTER N CAN BE TRUSTE#viv n vex are so cool...theyre fuckin CRAAZYY N SCARYYY BUT ALSO. SO FUNNY... I LOVE A PUNNY JACKASS... 'LOOKS LIKE YOUVE BEEN: DISARMED!'#'IVE MADE THAT JOKE 6 TIMES AND ITS STILL FUNNY EVERYTIME' i gotta draw more of their bullshit...#im already doodling up the 'YOU CAN CALL ME MOMMY!!' bit. i gotta draw more o the monstors n the horrors too... especially emizels sire UGH#I LOVE VILLIAINS THAT ARE SO GENUINELY SCARY BUT SO FUNNY... charlie just does evil ppl like no one else idk what it ISSSS#okayokayoka y im normal im. relistening to the ep n im at the edward part. oh my god. i actually love him. he actually makes my skin crawl#IM DONEthats my rambles for tha day. back into my hole i go. also i have comms open. cmere pspspss i need moneyyy heyyyy cmereeeee#check out my main artblog. GO!!!
165 notes · View notes
forlorn-crows · 9 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ghoul behavior at sleep token night two in chicago feat iii & iv if anyone has a better picture of it please share!
125 notes · View notes
aquickstart · 5 months
Text
ok sure i'll talk about farleigh start. i'll talk about his tragedy of never being enough as it were and then having to deal with fucking oliver. sure. disclaimer: it's about class (and race) and the horrible reality of the rich. the horrible reality of living as farleigh.
Tumblr media
another disclaimer: i'm white! and poc definitely pick up on everything i'm talking about here as it is, and better. i was and am specifically interested in farleigh vs. oliver but it's impossible to examine without considering race. definitely let me know if anything abt this sucks!
farleigh and oliver are similar. it's annoying because every intruder that is not himself is annoying, partly because felix's attention swaying from farleigh is dangerous; there is always a threat of being discarded, even if no precedent existed. the potential is terrifying.
Tumblr media
but you'd think he's seen this before, every summer (if venetia is telling the truth) or at least often enough to learn to recognize it fast, so he should know this will pass. part of it is i think still the deep anxiety, and i think he hated every boy that was there before, and it is sort of routine.
Tumblr media
but definitely a huge factor in farleigh's annoyance is the fact that he's a biracial (black for cattons, that's all they see) man in a white rich household. he's alert and exhausted all the time. of course he's angry at oliver, regardless of whether he's the first to crash at saltburn for the summer or the fifty-first.
but the important thing is this.
Tumblr media
farleigh is very jealous of and angry and pissed at oliver because farleigh sees all the similarities between them. outsider, in financial trouble, whatever it is, in need of cattons; and yet oliver is preferred. and farleigh seems to be the only one to really consider it. felix does not pick up on the hint when farleigh brings up the birthday party vs. his mother. felix's clumsy "different or... anything like that" is as much about race as it is about class, of course. the "we've done all that we can" bit is felix absolving himself of guilt because surely they had, surely the mysterious collective cattons that he's not really part of had tried all they could do. to him, farleigh is different from oliver, because farleigh has been helped. felix is rich and white and twofold uncomfortable with farleigh, even if he's nice about it, even if he genuinely enjoys his company; he doesn't look too close at farleigh because he feels too guilty to come too close. and farleigh can't do anything about it. he can't nice himself into it. the fucking tragedy of him is that he's never enough in the world of the ultra-rich white, even if (especially because!) he's born into it.
farleigh is very pissed at oliver because farleigh also sees all the differences between them. you know who can be nice poor white enough to fit in? fucking oliver. felix says "just be yourself, they'll love you" when oliver first moves in. farleigh was also probably told the same thing, and felix also probably believed that farleigh could just be himself, but even if the cattons were magically not racist at all (impossible), it wouldn't make a difference to farleigh. he would still self-censor, keep in check, be in dangerous waters (because racism is not just about the individual, but about the system). we see that he'd won himself leeway by years of trial and error by the way he speaks to the family, but it's still within the boundaries of acceptable, built by the cattons. he's part of them because they allow it, and farleigh is very, very aware.
Tumblr media
the annoying thing is oliver can be himself. like, truly, genuinely, he can just be. and farleigh can't help but envy that.
as a side note, oliver is obviously jealous of farleigh in the beginning as well, because regardless of the reality of farleigh's situation, he was born into it, and hence, at least in oliver's mind, has his position solidified. oliver's whole thing is unquenchable thirst and hunger for whatever and everything the cattons have (including themselves!). he wishes to have been a catton from birth. to oliver, at first, there's nothing farleigh can really do to lose it. and until he figures out the cattons completely, he can't help but envy that.
Tumblr media
but i think farleigh senses something different about oliver early on. at least on the level of the text, we have "you're almost passing [for] a real, human boy", which is so important because farleigh is the first to point out oliver's weirdness. the next to do so is venetia in the bath scene calling him a freak, but it's too late. farleigh is too early.
and i like to think he clocks oliver too early because he sees the jagged edges that he recognizes in himself. i think that one other thing that farleigh envies is oliver's freedom to let go. freedom to let go is very similar to freedom to be, but not quite the same.
Tumblr media
to be is about perception: farleigh knows he cannot fall out of line, but would like to, and oliver does not have to worry about it at all (i mean, he does, because oliver also performs for felix, but farleigh doesn't know that).
to let go is about the self: farleigh is too scared to even want what oliver eventually does, to even consider the possibility. oliver can let himself want. oliver can let himself act. oliver just can do things and want things. i'm not sure farleigh can.
Tumblr media
and so in this scene, when oliver's wants and actions have landed him nowhere with farleigh, felix, venetia, the cattons, of course farleigh gloats. he can let himself do that, because if the cattons are slowly discarding him, farleigh can allow himself this one small victory. he's relieved because despite the dangerous similarities, oliver is, thankfully, not really the same as farleigh, right?
but like. this movie is a love letter to all things gothic. oliver is a white man. he prevails. the brief performance that oliver put on did eventually end up more effective than farleigh's lifetime of constraint. my heart fucking breaks for him to be honest.
the issue that remains is the fact of farleigh's survival. i like to think that oliver came to respect him. oliver is smart, but farleigh is clever. he picks up on everything oliver does (to refer back to the karaoke scene, farleigh immediately retaliates in the cleverest way, in the moment), and he's the only one to do so consistently (venetia, again, for example, comes close, but too late; oliver doesn't like that, there's nothing to work with). hence, stay with me for a little longer, the paradox: farleigh survives because he was never enough for the cattons, but he is very worthy of oliver's attention. in his own freaky way, oliver wants him. look at that.
so. farleigh. farleigh might come back. he always comes back. and i think oliver wants to try harder next time.
176 notes · View notes
luvoid · 6 months
Text
forever thinking abt how during purgatory phil thought no one else would choose chayanne and/or tallulah if worst came to worst and they could only save so many of the eggs, insisting that tubbo would choose ramon. but just before the final 1v1 tubbo said he wouldve chosen his god children without a second thought, that he’d spent the whole event fighting for them too,,,,,,,,,,,
256 notes · View notes
crispywizardtale · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
116 notes · View notes
alfalfaguy · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
hi i bring mspaint kid icarus doodles
146 notes · View notes
zhaozi · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
P O N T H A N A P O N
73 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
i've convinced myself that Sunny is a serial gossiper, except the only other dragon that knows is Clay bc they're best buddies <3
756 notes · View notes
spicyvampire · 1 month
Text
Can't believe I'm being serious about the vroom vroom omegaverse mpreg show but I gotta say historically BL s2 have not gone well and I'm a little worried that instead of moving on from the s1 plot they are bringing back the dead villain
86 notes · View notes
miss-menhera · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
No one fucking talk to me, I rarely like men at all. I like a fictional man ONCE every blood moon, and in one of those rare instances he DIES. I MEAN DIES??? OF COURSE. YEAH SURE MAKES FUCKING SENSE, LET ME JUST TELL U THE ONLY REASON I WANNA WATCH THIS SHOW NOW IS BECAUSE OF THE HOPE MY ADAM IS GONNA COME BACK. I'm so terribly upset, I legit cried about this for days. I'm not telling this to my therapist, humiliating.
105 notes · View notes
luckynumberthreed · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Merry (not) Christmas ya filthy animals
93 notes · View notes