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ebsmind · 5 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ❀ tom blyth x fem!actress reader

summary : reader is tom’s gf and stars in the new A Good Girls Guide to Murder (book to tv adaptation) as Andie Bell

warnings : none besides reader playing a dead girl in a tv series

a/n : i can’t believe i caved…. BUT IDC THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE 😼

also everyone in the orginal casting for aggtm is the same (except andie ofc)

and ofc i just wanted to tag and say thank you to my fav people on here 🫶🏻 yall are one of the main reasons why i did this 💗 @ghostfacd @marvelsswansong @goosita @maysileeewrites i love yall!!!

ynuser a + s ❤️

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tomblyth so proud of you my darling ❤️

↳ ynuser i love you

↳ user1 STOP I CANNOT

ememyers my fav dead girl 🫶🏻

↳ ynuser PLS PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IM ACTUALLY DEAD

user1 ur literally the only one who could play andie

user2 slayed the house down houston i’m deceased

user3 please tell me you read the series before auditioning

↳ ynuser yup i did 😼

↳ tomblyth you’re such a bookworm 🙃

user4 PLS TOM CALLING HER A BOOKWORM THEY’RE SO CUTEEEE

rahulpattni27 the andie to my sal 🖤

↳ ynuser always 🤍

hojay92 MY BABIES

❤️ by creator

user5 pls if i was tom i would be weary of y/n and rahul bc they’re a little too friendly

↳ user6 u need to chill they are literally costars who play each others love interests

rachelzegler gonna read the books just so i can watch this show

↳ ynuser rachel in her bookworm era??

user7 slay

user8 MOTHERRRRR

tomblyth quick trip to paris with lovie

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ynuser you make me so happy

↳ tomblyth and you make me the happiest man alive

↳ user1 pls i want what they have

ynuser also can we pls talk about how happy i was to see the eiffel tower 😭😭

↳ user2 the video he posted of you squealing when the tower shimmered 🥺

user3 can y/n fight? bc the all black fit is doing something to me

↳ ynuser my mom made me take karate when i was 7

↳ user3 OHHHH?????

user4 god i love my parents

rachelzegler where was my invite???

↳ joshandresrivera leave the love birds alone babe

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user5 rachel just like me fr

user6 tom NEEDS to put a ring on it before i do

rachelzegler just posted on their story!

ynuser trailer for aggtm is out now!! go watch it 🤍🕵🏻‍♀️

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ememyers 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

❤️ by creator

user1 BRO THE TRAILER IS SOOOO GOOD I CANT WAIT!!!

user2 y/n was born to play andie

tomblyth so incredibly proud of you!! you killed it ❤️

↳ rahulpattni27 she truly did!!!

↳ ynuser awwww thank you guys!!! i love you both 🤍

user3 tom and rahul interacting??? oh my

user4 SLAY

rahulpattni27 ❤️❤️❤️

❤️ by creator

holjay92 my baby!!! the perfect andie 🥺

↳ ynuser momma!!! ily

user5 holly 🤝🏼 supporting all of her kids

user6 just by the looks of the trailer this show is gonna be SO GOOD

oliviarodrigo can’t wait to watch!!! i miss you

↳ ynuser i miss you more!!

user7 tom being so supportive >>>

rachelzegler you played the best dead girl there could ever be

↳ ynuser bae ily 💗💗

↳ tomblyth ummm what about me???

#this was so fun to make!!!#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #social media #social media au #coriolanus snow #billy the kid #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #ebs writes thing!#userebs

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pewpewkachuuboo · 3 months

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People reacted really well to radioapple, so here’s another few short short drabbles of those two with some huskerdust sprinkled in because they’re so good it hurts my heart- I really appreciate the likes and reblogs 😭 I wanted to just have some slice of life style interactions because I love the idea of them being besties at least end game (every spicy scorpio needs their charismatic libra bestie - idc what their signs actually are this is my headcannon and I will not be swayed).

Working on a few long form works with actual plot lmao - I want to get a few chapters in before I post because I don’t like the idea of not posting weekly updates to long form. I’m having so much fun, ya’ll. I really needed a creative outlet 😭 I missed writing so much.

—

-Alastor discovers romance novels-

Angel Dust was draped across one of the sofas in the hotel lobby with a book open in his top set of hands while petting a sleeping Fat Nuggets with his bottom set, the pink pig curled up at his abdomen.

The lanky man’s fingers were quick to turn the pages as his eyes scanned the pages, his tongue sticking out slightly from concentration.

(Husk was watching thoughtlessly, a wistful smile on his face as he rested his cheek in one paw while the other wiped in lazy circles around the bar counter, but he would never admit the lopsided smile was for the spider if he even realized he was doing it at any point.)

“Why, Angel, I had no idea you were literate.”

Alastor’s static voice broke Angel Dust out of his trance - he jumped higher than intended, scaring Fat Nuggets who ran to the bar for shelter (Husk panicked at the voice, but his demeanor went back to his usual disinterested face after Fat Nuggets dove for his feet). Angel Dust’s face had a soft pink tint, “Are ya kiddin? I can read. I’m dumb but I ain’t stupid.”

Alastor tutted, “That makes no sense, dear.” Angel opened his mouth to retort but Alastor cocked his head to the side at an unsettling angle as he interrupted the attempt making Angel bite his tongue instead, “What are we indulging in? Hemingway, perhaps? Maybe some James Joyce?”

“Who?” Angel Dust didn’t miss a beat, smiling slightly when he saw Alastor’s eye twitch, “I don’t read that old timey shit - this is…” he paused before telling him the author, a grin spreading devilishly across his face, “This is one of ta best novels to come out in years according to the reviews.” He motioned to the pile spread out beside him, “If you like ta read you’re more than welcome ta borrow one.”

Alastor made a noise in consideration before picking up one of the books with two of his fingers like he was afraid to get bitten, “I would hate to discourage you picking up good habits, and I do miss a harrowing tale.”

Angel Dust crossed his long legs, “Oh, they’re harrowing alright.”

Alastor raised an eye brow in suspicion, but moved to hold the book regularly, “Well, then, don’t mind if I do indulge in some entertainment. Thank you, Angel Dust.”

Alastor disappeared into his shadows and Angel Dust grinned at Husk, “Wanna bet on reactions when he gets to the steamy parts?”

Husk’s mouth quirked in another half smile as he sighed out a laugh, “I do love to gamble.”

A few hours later, Angel Dusk had moved to the bar and was laughing at one of Husk’s stories from when he was alive before he received a sharp thump to the back of his head as Alastor appeared and had slapped the spider demon with the borrowed book. Angel growled, rubbing the place of impact, “What the fuck-“

“You just tricked me into reading some very inappropriate content.” Alastor mused, laying the book on the bar top, “Never do that again if you know what’s good for you.”

Angel huffed, handing Husker a crisp twenty as Alastor turned on his foot to leave, “Whateva, you probably liked it.”

“Ha Ha Ha - no.”

Angel Dust stuck his tongue out at Husk who was grinning from his win, but they both turned just in time to see Alastor pick up another book from the pile before disappearing again.

The spider looked back at Husk, eyebrows raised, “Wait, gimme the $20 back - I told you aces usually love smut if it’s a book, watching and reading are different than doin and I FUCKIN WON.”

Husk growled lowly, handing him the bill back before fishing another twenty from his tip jar and handing it over, “Fuck, I hate when you’re right.”

Angel Dust laughed evilly and made an effort to just leave his novels around the hotel to see if any would get picked up - and they usually did.

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-Lucifer tries to lead one of Charlie’s lessons-

Lucifer looked over the hotel patrons one by one before taking in a deep breath and letting it out, “Today we are going to talk about and learn about unconscious bias and random acts of kindness.”

He tried not to linger on Alastor’s form for longer than needed because that fucking smile made his blood boil and he had promised Charlie that he would take this seriously and her sparkling, expectant glare was putting more pressure on him than he had thought it would and he HAD to get this right or Charlie would never ask him to help again (probably).

“Unconscious bias is when you make assumptions about someone you don’t know without realizing based on things that you learned as you’ve been a conscious being. For example, most men here in hell probably assume that women are only capable in traditional wife roles and will treat women as less powerful or threatening as a result.” He pointed the apple at the tip of his cane in the direction of the women in the room, “All of our lovely ladies are obviously very powerful and would not adhere to that stereotype, but when someone assumes they are weak because they are women, we call that an unconscious bias because it happens without that person realizing.” He cleared his throat, “Does anyone have another example?”

Angel Dust raised his hand and then tapped his chin thoughtfully when Lucifer motioned for him to share, “Well, people think I’m a woman cus I have tits. Is that right?”

Lucifer’s eye twitched, “Well… kind of, not quite.” He hummed thoughtfully, “When people think of you, they think of your career in adult films, right?”

“Ya.”

“Okay, Husk, what is something that you assumed about Angel Dust because of that career that he’s proved you wrong in getting to know him?”

Husk’s jaw went slack and his cheeks turned a soft pink, “M-me?”

“Yes- the two of you seem to be good friends, so I assume you have an example.”

Angel Dust smirked, “C’mon, Kitty Cat - tell me what you’ve learned about me.”

Husk sighed and stayed quiet for a moment before clearing his throat, “I had assumed that because he’s an actor that he was fake, but what I perceived as fake was a shield and he’s actually one of the most genuinely kind people I’ve ever met.”

Alastor cocked his head at this and Angel Dust was silent -face unreadable. Both were making him increasingly uncomfortable so he stuttered out a, “H-he’s still annoying as hell, though.”

Lucifer clapped his hands together, “Amazing! That’s a great example!” He looked to Charlie and Vaggie as Charlie excitedly waved her hands in the air chanting me next several times before Lucifer motioned for his daughter to share.

“I made assumptions about Vaggie when we met! I assumed she was a demon because we met in an alley and then I assumed that Adam would help us because angels are supposed to be good but he was an asshole!” She ranted and chirped excitedly for a few more moments, and once she had finished she grinned up at him, “Do you have unconscious bias?”

Lucifer nodded his head thoughtfully, “Everyone has unconscious bias.”

Charlie made an ‘O’ with her mouth before she scanned the room and pointed at Alastor, “What unconscious bias did you have against Alastor?”

Lucifer’s eye twitched in irritation, looking to the radio demon whose eyes narrowed in curiosity. After a few minutes Lucifer sighed, “I assumed he was a psychopath with ill intentions. I still think he’s insane, but… he has protected you all and I think that means he doesn’t have the illest of intentions.”

Alastor’s grin widened, “Why, thank you sir! I’m tickled to know you care to notice.”

Charlie’s eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together, “Wow! This is so great!”

Lucifer moved his neck to pop it from the uncomfortable feelings he just had to experience. Complimenting Alastor was exhausting. “Now, random acts of kindness. This is when you want to thank someone or see someone that needs help, you go out of your way to assist them. It doesn’t have to be life saving - for example, to thank you all for coming today I have brought you all a….” He reached into his coat and threw yellow objects at the group with a grin, “rubber duck!!”

He let them pick up the ducks before he continued, “These are important to me, and all of you are also important to me and so I am giving you a gift to reflect that. Another example would be giving a beggar some change, buying food for someone who can’t afford it themselves, or even just listening when you see someone get emotional that seems like they need company.” He popped his knuckles, “Your assignment is to go and perform a random act of kindness and report back with what you did, why, and how it made you feel.” He lifted his arms and created a wind to blow the material of his coat behind him as well as open the front doors to the hotel dramatically, “Go! Randomly be kind! I’ll be waiting!”

The first to return after being released was Alastor. He held out a bag to Lucifer, who looked at the offering with high suspicion, “I have brought you a gift to show your importance in the hotel.”

“Is it poisoned?”

Alastor chuckled, “No, sir, this is a genuine gift.”

Still suspicious of the radio demon, Lucifer carefully held the bag at a distance. Once free of the bag, Alastor bowed at his waist, hand on his chest, “I have some other matters to attend to, so a bid you adieu for now. Have a swell afternoon, your highness.”

Once the shadow disappeared, Lucifer carefully opened the bag with the tips of his fingers. He was surprised, however, that the item in the bag was a weirdly large rubber duck that had been colored to look like an imp. Lucifer narrowed his eyes and took the duck out, not sure if he should be thankful or wonder if it being an imp implied that he was less than Alastor. But it was cute….

He studied the red duck for a moment before smiling, moving to take it to his tower to place with the rest of the collection.

—

-radioapple does coffee-

The cafe the two sat in was quaint and silent, aside from the bustle of the barista as the small imp moved to clean the counters spotlessly while there was a lull in customers. The walls were a soft purple, and large white daisies decorated the walls randomly while the floor was occupied by black tables and chairs for patrons to sit in.

Lucifer had his legs crossed and eyes closed as he lifted his cup of coffee to his lips with a grace that only someone of royal lineage could hold.

Alastor was sitting opposite the king of hell, humming as he tipped his own cup to his lips.

The silence that hung between them was comfortable for once, not angry or awkward like it was normally at the hotel.

Lucifer opened his eyes slowly to look up at Alastor’s permanently perfect smile, flashing one of his own, “If I had known you were a tea and coffee connoisseur we may have gotten along sooner.”

Alastor chuckled, “Sir, if that’s all it would have taken I would have brought it up as soon as you had stepped into our lowly hotel.”

The shorter male made an amused sound at the thought, “What ifs aside, we probably would have gotten over it eventually. I will say, I’m still not sure of your true intentions with my daughter and her friends, but I do approve of you keeping them safe and also of us doing this weekly - I’ve never had a coffee friend before.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “Friend, sir?”

Lucifer shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, letting the silence settle over them again.

Alastor’s voice box crackled before he made a new suggestion, “A dear friend of mine is the leader of Cannibal Town - they have a rather tasty and aesthetic cafe out there, we should make that the destination for next week.”

Lucifer’s eyes brightened, “Ah, Rosie? I haven’t seen her since the extermination before last - and it’s been centuries since I’ve been to Cannibal Town. It would be nice to say hello again! Let’s make that the plan, then.”

The two sat in comfortable silence as they enjoyed decent company and good coffee.

#hazbin angel dust #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin husk #huskerdust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin vaggie #drabble #alastor the radio demon #radioapple

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saintescuderia · 2 months

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welcome to the mini series of the random, mindless thoughts had by a poet disguised in an orange jumpsuit watching cars speed by all weekend. enjoy!

--- note: 5am starts, 7pm finishes. all four days. gotta love formula 1!

thursday: media day!

i want the ferrari jacket

there are school kids here?

i don’t want the ferrari jacket

$7 for a small can of red bull is THEFT

especially since they broke the cost cap

me walking through the “accredited personnel” gate and tapping my special lanyard is a CORE memory

i think my uber driver dropped me off on the opposite side of the track

*stressing about being unable to admire the sights of albert park bc i’m stress-running from the opposite end of the track to my station*

pls don’t be a dick and say i’m late - i know

how is a 5am wake up not early enough HOW?

“last year i was stationed at the corner where charles spun out.”

sole thought = 💀💀💀💀

i. fucking. love. cars.

the whole SENSORY experience of a race ffffffffffffuuuuuck

“be careful taking pictures because that security camera is on us and is straight to race control and the FIA.” is such a cool sentence to hear

a porsche gtr should not be covered with branding idc

i’m definitely going to abuse caffeine this weekend

friday: FP1 / FP2

the sun is rising over the lake as i walk on the albert park track and i’m happy to be alive

especially as i found a toilet that isn’t a port-a-loo

ah, a cafe that does good decent coffee thank GOD

am i going to pay $10 for a croissant?

i'm going to pay $10 for a croissant.

i lived in paris but this one fresh lune choc croissant has topped it all

no like there will never be another croissant experience to beat me eating a fresh pain au chocolat on a f1 circuit as the sun rises over the water with the melbourne skyline in the background

aramco engineers are walking behind me as i shit talk about f1, nice

“it is an increasingly unique experience peeing in a port-a-loo beside a formula one track as cars race by.”

120’000 is a LOT of people

how has the float not broken yet?

metro boomin has released an album as i stand before live formula one. life has PEAKED

fernando alonso is the first F1 driver i ever saw live

there is a shift in formula one as the heritage fans of motor racing are on the out as the next generation of fans absorbed in driver hype and social media takes over and we see this in how F1 has created the new US tracks and made them all into spectacles and fans are here because of it being “cool” instead of caring about cars

… maybe i should buy the redbull jacket instead?

bonus: sole thought during the pitlane walk for the marshals

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

saturday: FP3 / qualifying

the relief of thinking you’re late and then seeing someone you know HA

commentators are now contractually obligated to bring up saudi arabia every time they talk about ollie bearman

jesus they’re as bad as the f1 girlies

i have to watch the grand prix replay after all of this i have no idea what’s actually going on

CHARLES GOES FASTER THAN MAX HA

kimi spinning out has me actively wanting to cry

a safety car FROM THE PIT EXIT

welcome to F2 everyone 👏👏👏

not me lying to the cute irish guy hitting on me about @saintescuderia

a big fat ha at the eshays holding their puffer jackets - even they can’t stand the heat

don’t flex on me that you’re here at F1 when you don’t even know what’s going on yourself bruhhhh

to the red bull fan telling me i’m “dramatic” for rolling under the fence (it’s how marshals have to do it) pls get help

$7 for a calispo is a JOKE

recording F1 quali isn’t even worth it bc they're TOO FAST

JOKES I GOT A PHOTO WITH ALBONO

i’m very lucky for my team of marshals :))))))))))

i’m only going to eat half my muffin

*finishes the whole thing*

sunday: race!

KIMI ANTONELLI!

do i ask for a photo?

*every photo of charles leclerc being abused flashes through my mind*

nah leave him be

five minutes later: i regret not asking him

the group of aussies dressed as lance stroll drunk at 9am have my heart and my respect

i need a coffee

seeing kimi walk right by me has now made so much invested for f2

i really need a coffee

yep they screwed kimi with all those safety cars

i really, really need a coffee

we get to go ON TRACK? for the DRIVERS PARADE

*starts practicing “get well soon” in spanish*

my heart is BEATING

lol jokes carlos didn’t even look at us

*checks footage to see that i accidentally just recorded guanyu zhou next to carlos the whole time :))))*

lol are they putting lewis and charles together all the time?

every marshal: “that was the shittest parade ever.”

i need a drink

pls don’t talk to me for the next two hours

don't meet your heroes kids

but also why the fuck did they do the float in one big car? and do INTERVIEWS? this is legit the one time the drivers can be there JUST for the FANS

F1 can PISS OFF

race start = okay it's happening

waitwaitwaitwaitWAITDIDIJUSTSEECARLOSOVERTAKEMAX?!

nevermind i love him

"race control has asked that you calm down, marshals are supposed to be neutral."

lol at the entirety of albert cheering that max is slowly coming to a DNF

mclaren swapping oscar for lando is DISGUSTING fuck zak brown

somehow, i've forgotten that charles is just there

SEND IT CARLOS VAmos

(this is all because i told you que te mejores pronto!)

daniel ricciardo....man..... aus gp can't market you like this.......

damn yuki got HANDS

ferrari and mclaren having the top 4 places is just *chefs kiss*

lewis just had to stall just pass my sector like i hope ur okay but couldn't u not be ok in front of me?

red bull deserves this after all the FLACK i've copped from red bulls fans ("dramatic" MY ASS)

wait george russell ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

singapore all over again. i can already see the memes.

somehow marshalling a gp has you closer and more removed from the whole thing i have no idea what's going on

(literally the only time i used my F1TV live timing)

finishing after the safety car means i can't stick my head out and clap for carlos FUCK OFF

wait, he came up right UP TO MY SIDE OF THE TRACK TO WAVE

... do you think he noticed me?

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devnmon · 1 year

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nsfw alphabet

18+ headcanons of daryl dixon, by me :]

a= aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

at the beginning of your relationship, daryl didn't know much about aftercare. he only knew both people needed some kind of comfort after sex. [he hadn't known, since rolling with merle his whole life] as the two of you grow together, daryl becomes one of those guys that will pull you into his warm chest after, making sure you’re alright, no matter if the both of you had finished. if he happened to rough on you, he’ll ask if anything hurts (because god forbid any part of you does) and will more than always give your body a massage afterwards. daryl’s sensual side forms around his love for you, and absolutely loves to let you know how he cares for you by doing things like that. besides, the smile in your afterglow has him beaming with content and gratitude to be yours.

b= body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

daryl dixon’s favorite part of himself is definitely his arms, since he’s always showing them off. most sleeves of his shirts are much too tight for his muscular biceps and shoulders to be contained in. he also hates sweating so much in the heat. he takes pride in his arms, not just because of his strength he’s gained pulling on his crossbow all the time, but also because they’re large enough to wrap around your body, whether in a tender embrace, or to shield you from something. it’s his way of protecting you. daryl also thinks the tattoos on his arms are a staple of himself as well, and loves letting you kiss and touch them when the two of you are in bed. (especially the ones on his chest and back.)

as for you, he can't choose just one thing he likes about you. he could worship each and every part of you if he tried. and he wanted to.

say whatever you want about favorite body parts, but what drew daryl into your already striking appearance was your waist. he loved placing his big hands around it from behind you, sometimes startling you, but knowing in your mind that nobody else touches you like that, other than him.

if we’re on the topic of sexual body parts, it's a different story.

daryl will admit to you that he loves your chest, specifically burying his face in the valley between your breasts. the man basically faints every time he catches a glimpse of your boobs, his desire for you radiating off of him like a fire. he's a boob man, idc.

while in bed, he would suck on the soft skin there, marking your chest (and neck) to make sure people know you’re his. he also takes pride in the tightness around his head when your thighs close around him. whether he’s between them or not, his hands are squeezing the soft, supple flesh of your legs to no end. he peppers your soft skin with kisses, his lips ghosting over your most sensitive parts.

c= cum (anything to do with cum)

since the literal apocalypse and lack of condoms to have on hand, daryl has opted to pulling out, most times releasing himself onto your stomach or chest. though on different occasions, he takes way too much pleasure in seeing his warm liquid in your mouth and throat. daryl would rather perish than admit he would just about die to see your perfect, convulsing walls filled with his warm seed, though he knows it’s risky. he just keeps that desire to himself. daryl loves it when he can get lost in the fantasy of him filling you when he has condoms. luckily, there’s enough of a safe guard for him to live in that daydream.

d= dirty secret

though daryl doesn’t think he has a dirty mind, he knows enough to have a very vivid description in his head of you tied up for him in the bedroom. he fantasizes about tying you up with something such as red ribbon, just imagining the color of it contrasting with the tone of your skin made the whole vision of you come alive. but, he settles for some dark colored rope he's held onto for a time like that. it was one of the things he got off thinking about, the mere sight of your body strung up the way he wants, so he can do anything he wants? it was always enough to get him worked up if he even doesn't want to be.

e= experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

daryl isn’t a complete virgin, meaning he’s a grown enough man to have already had sex in my reality. his intimate experience in the bedroom is barely anything otherwise, so he might need a little guidance. it doesn’t take long for him to get the hang of how you like being touched. with you leading him the slightest bit, daryl gets better and better at giving you head or using his fingers every single time he lavishes you. touches linger on your skin with the familiarity of those sweet spots he knows your body is sensitive to, making you quiver underneath him with a dripping acknowledgement.

f= favorite position

daryl likes positions where he can watch you, feel your body and watch your face contort with pleasure, and every move he makes against you. missionary, because he’s got the strength above you to thrust himself into you at such a nice pace. he also likes when you ride him. something carnal triggers in him when he sees you push yourself onto his cock, desperate to have your whimpers fill his ears. gravity does it's job between your two bodies every time he bottoms out inside you. i also believe daryl loves doggy style, only during times he chooses to be rougher with you, to make you plead for him. it's something he chooses when he's desperate for you.

g= goofy (are they serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

i don't see daryl being anything other than serious in the bedroom, at least most of the time. though, when his priorities are clear, he'll be getting down (on you) to business even before he's touched the raging tent you'd created in his boxers. you are his priority, first and foremost, meaning that making you fall apart on his tongue is the main thing he strives for, with his head held high.

daryl dixon, goofy? maybe, just in his afterglow.

h= hair (how groomed are they down there?

considering daryl’s happy trail isn’t seen in the show, i would love to imagine that he has a messy [attractive and seductive] one that leads down to his tuft of dark hair growing all over and above his privates. not to be absolutely pornographic, but you relish in the feeling of his hair down there, when you get far enough down on him to do so. whether that's with your mouth, or your heat.

i= intimacy

daryl is definitely a man who enjoys the moments of intimacy between the two of you, wanting his every action to show you how far his love grows for you. for him, it's all about the soft touches he gets to lather you with, stroking the sides of your torso or legs every time he get the chance to.

j= jack off (masturbation headcanons)

before he met you, daryl never got the urge to masturbate. only after he'd realized his feelings for you did the desire and fondness of your body overwhelm him in a whole new way. since then, the urge for you was there in every moment he’d spend too long looking over at you over his shoulder, studying the the way your thighs looked poking out of your shorts, the curve of your neck, his eyes traveling the expanses of your skin before leading all the way to your cleavage. it would get so bad that daryl, stoic, focused, hardworking daryl would need a break from the task he’d dutifully been working at, in order to rid himself of the tent you'd brought to his jeans.

k= kinks (his and yours)

sex with you is never, ever boring to daryl. he’s been so contempt with the way you make him feel out of desire alone, that the urge to suggest anything new in the bedroom was never in his mind. it wasn’t until you were the one to suggest such things you’d had seen in a sex store. with you, daryl was willing to try anything. some of the kinks daryl’s grown a very dirty liking to are bondage, temperature play (he’s used ice on you), being called daddy but only in certain situations. it’s also not an age thing. daryl’s a freak, but leave it to him to have a time and place for everything. he knows what he wants with you, which pulls you into him even stronger. he also loves having you on your knees, watching you plead for him. sometimes he’s the one on his knees as he begs for you, the nights you'd teased him profusely.

l= location (favorite place to do it)

not to bring up the vanilla side of daryl, but he's definitely one for having sex with you in his bed the bed you share with him. he likes the privacy and intimacy that comes with fucking you in his bed, the bed he'd spent so many nights in thinking about how it would feel to have you there with him in times of blatant need and desire to feel your body next to him. now, you shared that bed with him, which brought him such a euphoric feeling.

other than the different spaces in your house, i.e., the couch, kitchen counter, shower, or random spots on the floor, daryl could never take you in a place where people could find you.

the embarrassment would genuinely kill him.

some other private spots he frequented with you in the past are: the watchtowers in the prison, your prison cell, the tent you two had shared on the farm and at the quarry, and dale's rv.

so, yeah. daryl prefers to fuck you in private.

m= motivation (what turns them on?)

though daryl doesn't try hard to let thoughts of you cloud his brain when he's trying to work, there are always moments where he thinks a little too much about your body. when you unknowingly bend over too far for your shirt to ride up, revealing slivers of your skin painted with daryl’s love marks.

n= no (something they wouldn’t do/ turn offs)

no trauma kinks or anything that would cause you bodily harm

o= oral (giving or recieving, skill etc.)

daryl’s one of those people that is a giver, you know, he absolutely relishes in spending the day between your thighs. he strives to please and in doing so gives you always more than one release while his tongue ventures through your soaked folds.

let’s be honest, daryl gets off on using his tongue on you down there.

daryl never expected you to go down on him, but was surprised when you ask him if he’s alright with you doing that for him. because you want to. you want so badly to taste him, to feel his length fill your mouth and the back of your throat. you’d pondered sometimes about what his cum would taste and feel like cascading down your throat.

p= pace (are they fast or slow? are they rough or sensual?)

for daryl, he loves to be sensual with you in bed, downright pined for you so damn long not to. his pleasure relishes within thrusting inside you slow and deep while whispering ‘i love you’s’ in your ear.

daryl being rough in bed came if you provoked him enough, whether that's in the bedroom or within every day activities. you absolutely love it when his rougher side comes out, especially on days you'd been teasing him. he'd ask 'this alright?' every time he'd take a step on the rougher side with you.

as for fast or slow, daryl's one man that loves hearing you cry out, as he alters between the two speeds as he plunges inside of you.

q= quickies (their opinions on them)

when you first started having sex with daryl, it was the same time you'd made a somewhat sturdy home behind the prison's walls. those days, it didn't take much for one of you to be pulled away by the other to sneak off around a curtain-covered cell door for more privacy.

matter of fact, you probably spent more than a few runs locked in a closet, pressed up against each other to hide from a herd. the lack of space between both of you created a new kind of heat that spread between the both of you. he'd get you off on his thigh or with his fingers, knowing the risk if he went inside you.

as daryl got older, he couldn't handle more than two or three rounds a day (or night). the both of you had aged together, slowing the stamina for more than a couple rounds between you both. though daryl's older self couldn't handle quickies, he's definitely a past fan.

r= risk (are they okay with with experimenting? do they take risks?)

a risk for daryl is many different things. safety was always a priority on scavenging runs. that meaning, a risk to him would be sneaking away from some gathering because looking at you too long gave him a hard-on. it was also placing his hand over the skin of your thigh, trailing it upwards until he sank his fingers into your underwear.

teasing you in plain sight was one of his favorite things.

as for riskiness, daryl won't do anything that would cause danger or discomfort for the both of you.

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

since daryl’s aged like fine wine, he doesn’t have the same stamina he once did when he was younger. though, something about you pulls desires from him that make his willingness to last long in bed much stronger.

on a good day, daryl lasts probably three to four rounds with you, never getting enough of your body. he finds your figure something he could lose himself to multiple times a night with no argument.

t= toys (do they have toys and who do they use them on?)

since the literal apocalypse, sex toys were the last thing on your mind. though, if you found some on a run, of course you’d show him and let him use them on you. a vibrator is his favorite, loving how each level of intensity hurdles you towards your release even faster.

as for dildos, he’d only let you use them if he wasn’t around to fuck you. it happened rarely, like if he went on a run without you for a long period of time. when he’s around, he doesn’t like anything other than his dick inside you.

u= unfair (how much do they tease?)

unless he's in the mood, daryl doesn't tease much. but when he is? it's over for you.

he'll spend what feels like forever just teasing you over your clothes, running his hands over each and every part of you to make your body shiver. when he finally gets to the point of taking your clothes off, your underwear is completely ruined.

he'll inch closer to your heat before he even puts his hands down there fully, and it drives you insane. bonus points if he restrains you in any way while he teases, or tells you not to touch him.

so yeah. daryl looooves to tease.

v= volume (how loud are they?)

i'm not saying daryl's loud in the bedroom, but i'm definitely not saying he's quiet, either.

whenever he gets you in bed, his sounds range from grunts and groans to the filthiest dirty talk you could think of. you pull these sounds from him because he wants you to know how good you make him feel.

his gruff moans are your favorite thing to hear as you pleasure him, and daryl just can't help himself from letting those sounds slip from him on account of you.

he'll curse, groan and even fucking whimper when the intense desire you pull from him makes his knees weak.

you love hearing the sounds he makes, minimal as they are. it's a sign shared between the both of you that signifies the amount of appreciation he has for you.

w= wild card (random headcanons)

daryl really really loves the power and dominance he holds over you, especially when he hovers over your body while in missionary, the sight of you splayed out for him making him need you even more. it’s his favorite thing in the fucking world to see you beneath him, laid prettily in his sheets as his hips pound against yours.

im just going to say it: he has a daddy kink. the only thing dirtier than that is the fact that he only prefers that nickname when he’s rough on you.

especially when he’s fucking you from behind and pulling your hair.

x= x-ray (what’s going on in their pants?)

with his build and bulkiness, i can only imagine that daryl's package matches the structure of the rest of his body.

i lowkey always switch the size of him in my head. sometimes i believe he's packing about 6 or 7 inches (he's a grower, not a shower), and other times i imagine him to have eight, almost nine inches under his belt.

he's thick all over, so why wouldn't it be the same in his pants?

man walks like his dick is heavy, anyways.

y= yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

for daryl, you could say something suggestive or look at him a different way, and his mind would race to dirty images of you. he yearns for you every time you're around, and every time you aren't.

fleeting glances between you two pulls his brain to the trailing of your hands all over his chest and body, every single time.

unless he's genuinely exhausted, daryl will always end up in bed with you, clothes ripped from your body as he drags his tongue across the expanses of your skin. it's his favorite thing to do.

so yeah, any chance the two of you get, you're on eachother.

z= zzz (how easily do they fall asleep afterwards?)

daryl won't fall asleep without knowing you're feeling alright after any sexual stuff the both of you did. he'll tend to you, rub your back and make sure you're in the right state of mind for sleep. this is, of course, during the times you'd stayed up late to have (mind blowing, ravenous) sex with him.

on the rare occasions of daytime sex occurring, there's no time to sleep, since there are things to be done. though he wants to, he can't remain in bed with you all day. these are the days he strokes your skin softly, making sure you have everything you need before getting dressed and off with his day again.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed my silly little headcanons for daryl hehe || likes + reblogs are appreciated!! it lets me know how much everyone enjoys my writing & sharing to others is a generous thing to do.

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jamesowlv · 1 year

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specific thoughts on TSATS:

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

first of all i LOVE how will’s character was written in this. i love how will says things that are kind of closed minded and in nico’s mind, they’re hurtful, but then in will’s pov they seem more reasonable and make sense. it shows their difference in perspective sooo well. and he has so much more depth!! i love how he’s portrayed as having darkness of his own and having his own insecurities. AND HOW HE’S AFRAID OF NICO LEAVING HIM?? that adds SO much for him bc a lot of the time the fandom just sees like nico as scared and emo and sad and insecure and will is happy and confident and WILL bring the one that’s scared of doing something wrong and being left is so ahdjskjdkslgjek

they cry SO MUCH in this book, which isn’t a bad thing at all i kind of love it. also i would be sobbing if i was in tartarus too. i feel like rick always has little themes that he likes to repeat in his books, like people suddenly passing out after saying something, making jokes ina. horrible situation, & etc, and this is definitely another little theme of his (or maybe mark’s who knows!!)

this book definitely is a lot darker than any of rick’s previous books, but i feel like him and mark kind of compensate for it by dropping some of the darker scenes super fast. for example, that scene where will realized that tartarus is alive and like has a breakdown (I FUCKING LOVE THAT SCENE ALSO) is kind of quickly brushed past, and like will kinda just gets over it. i get that the book can’t be too dark tho

correct me if i’m wrong but is this the first pjoverse book that’s had a curse word?? or first rick riordan book period?? i saw nico say the word damn and my jaw DROPPED

i know that the scene where nico sees bianca and maria again is a little like inaccurate and fan pleasing but god am i pleased. like who cares that bianca said she was in elysium after it said in a previous book that she was reborn, it was rlly cute!!! i’m here for it idc

i was ABSOLUTELY FLABBERGASTED when will gave nyx and friends the gay fever. i bet all the plague will truthers are laughing in my face but i DID NOT expect that. i kinda fucking loved it tho he just pulled that out of his ass

there’s some scene in the final showdown where they (they being the authors) like mess up bianca and maria’s names and nico called bianca his mom and i was like huh !!

them kissing and then having to stop because bob is crying so loud is hilarious idc

ALSO bob the cat just like RIPPING that one guy’s throat out and nico trying to stop him and just being horrified was also hilarious

my heart leapt out of my chest when they were walking over the pit of chaos and will was like “she’s telling me to jump” i was like speeding through at that point and that just came out of nowhere and i was like jesus!! that whole scene of them crossing was so good eee also when will had that thing?? that happened to him when he saw the mansion was so creepy and distressing and

i will definitely be diving into will’s trauma and issues once it’s tomorrow and my brain isn’t fried!! i’ve read too many words today

overall i LOVED the book but idk if everyone feels the same bc blocking all the critics all day has been a full time job,, but that book made my little neurodivergent brain buzz so hard

#tsats spoilers #the sun and the star #tsats #the sun and the star spoilers #nico di angelo #will solace #rick riordan #mark oshiro

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I feel like I'd adapt and just accept the situation way fast just cause I don't see any other way? I'd try to make it work for my own mental well-being.

Like I'm unhappy and scared but what am i gonna do? They're big as fuck and there's two of em, and I like being alive rn so like - might as well make the most of it! So ill just decorate the house, bake, or cook, or fuck even paint/draw and just do hobby shit.

I will suck the soul outta both of em if it means they get me a console or a pc to play games on, idc if there's parental controls!! Idc!!

Hey sorry for being a bit inactive, just taking a break is all. I’ll answer all my asks soon enough and then start writing for the robot!könig fic.

You’ll never escape anyway so what’s the point in trying to resist?

That’s what they tell you everyday, and to some extent, it’s true. You don’t know your way back, and your chances of going out into the forest that almost killed you are slim. They’re rude, mean and horrible - as long as you’re a fucking bitch that is. Be a nice little housewife for them and you’ll get everything you’d ever want. Cook and even clean for them, just like your first night there. And maybe if you’re nice enough, they’ll let you finally get back into society.

You’ll live in the prettiest apartment, with a credit card beside you to spend it on whatever you’d like. You already knew they were loaded and to have let you live in that horrid cabin for so long made you greedy. Pots and plants, expensive chairs and tables, etc. Sure, you can buy a pc or a console to play on - and as long as you put it down and give them attention when they get back from work, they’d be happy enough to let you keep it. Don’t believe that they won’t lock you up and take everything from you, so just obey.

Paintings!! They think it’s sooo cute, they hang them up on the walls and smile at it everytime they walk past it. Maybe they wanna try painting as well, although they’re not nearly as great as you, they agree (two against one) to paint you naked. You awkwardly take off your clothes, like you’ve done many times before, and they only get a few brush strokes on the canvas before they get up to get a few brush strokes in you.

#qna #kidnap!au #cii megaphone #call of duty #ghoap x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod #ghoap #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap #ghost

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sinsandsweetness · 9 months

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Okay- one more Negan prompt idea I thought of while I was at work haha.

Picture this for me- Negan accidentally discovering that you have a real big thing for being choked haha

cw- toxic relationship, suggestive, choking, negan’s a bad guy sorry not sorry, he’s still sexy idc.

You didn’t intend to start a fight. Really. You wanted no part in this whole marriage shit to begin with. So when he confronted you about your attitude after his latest visit to Alexandria, instead of immediately submitting like the other wives do, you held your ground. Arms crossed over your skintight black bandage dress. Seriously impractical stiletto heels digging into the concrete beneath you as you held your head high. You’re not intimidated by him. Sure, he’s got a bat. And an army. And what seems to be the power of a fucking god, but you’re not falling for it. Not the way the rest of the wives are. All shy and timid and teary eyed. No. Not you.

“You rally think you can talk to me like that?” Negan’s teeth are so white they’re hard not to focus on when he’s smirking right in front of you.

“Like what,” your voice is monotone. Unimpressed. Unbothered.

“Like you think you’re above all this. Look at you. You get a warm meal three times a day. A clean bed to sleep in at night. A handsome ass husband who makes sure to provide you with everything you could possibly need.” His smile drops. Dark eyes baring into your own. “Yet you still act like an ungrateful little kid.”

“I just don’t see why you have to take all their-“

“I do what I do to keep you all alive! Is that not enough for you? Questioning the way I run shit?” He interrupts, nose practically grazing your own. The echo of his booming voice bouncing off the concrete walls of his bedroom.

Your heart skips a beat but you still don’t look away. You’re not backing down to this asshole. You have a point. There was no need for this last haul from Alexandria. Nothing they brought back was of any real use. It all went straight to storage. At least the stuff they decided not to toss and burn on their way home.

It made you sick.

You roll your eyes at the realization that you truly have nothing more to say.

“You better fix your fucking attitude, sweetheart.”

“Or what?” You spit. Immediately regretting your little performance when he’s got his hand wrapped around your neck, shoving you up against the wall and tightening his grip.

Your eyes goes wide as you try and suck in a breath. Choking on your gasp while your hand fly to his forearm. Gripping the muscles hard.

Struggling to breathe, you claw at his hand which he thankfully loosens just enough to suck in a breath. But the hold is still there. Firm and warm and with how close your faces are and the look he’s giving you… it’s almost carnal. A heavy cloud of tension circles between you. Way too long of a moment passes where neither of you speaks. A silent confession of your undeniable desire in the way your body just reacted to his aggressive display of affection.

You can’t help the way your heart is racing. Or the way your gaze keeps darting from his eyes to his lips. Swallowing hard as he leans in and presses them to yours. One hand still holding you firmly against the wall while the other goes to your waist, pulling your pelvis forward to meet his. He knew you’d give in. It never took too long once he had his hands on you. Your fingers lace into the locks at base of his neck, deepening the kiss and tracing your tongue over his own. Momentarily forgetting what you were even mad about in the first place, because his lips taste like bourbon and his hands feel like heaven and it never fails to cloud your judgment like no one else you’ve ever known.

#negan smith x y/n #negan smith x you #negan smith x reader #negan x reader #negan drabble #negan daydream #negan fanfiction #negan imagine

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DPxDC WIP — Conceal, Don’t Feel

(official continuation of this prompt post)

Pairings: Jason/Danny, Tim/Bernard, Dick/Wally

Idea: Frozen/Rise of the Guardians AU

Okay the brain worms won out so official new WIP here we go!

Jason is Elsa, Danny is Jack Frost

Basic premise is that Jason was abandoned as a young child and the Spirits gifted him with powers to help him stay alive after they witnessed him helping a young reindeer (no he does not adopt it lmao) and he’s eventually taken in by Bruce Wayne, King of Arendelle Gotham

His powers are a shock to Bruce, but they seem harmless enough and he mostly uses them to make little trinkets or mini snow storms/flurries when his emotions are high

He gains more control as he gets older and Dick and Tim are always asking him to make more action figures and slides and whatnot and he’s more than happy to comply, enjoying making his brothers happy

Until one night (ages are roughly: Dick 12, Jason 7, Tim 5) there’s an accident with Timmy jumping too fast on the pillars Jason was creating for him and he falls and Jason reaches out with too much power that hits his brother square in the chest

Dick runs to get Bruce as Jason cradles Tim who’s passed out and cold as ice and Jason is so, so scared

Bruce takes them all to John Constantine who is a hermit in the woods with lots of magical and arcane knowlege

He is able to heal Tim but he makes it very clear that Jason could have killed him and that if he continued to use his powers without tight control he could kill someone else

They’re all shaken enough to take this as meaning that Jason should just… never use his powers. Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them show

So life goes on and Jason locks himself away in his room most of the time (Bruce does not shut down the castle though — they just keep Jason’s powers a secret like usual). Tim doesn’t remember the accident or the fact that Jason has powers so he’s confused and hurt and Dick is worried about Jason but follows Bruce and his lead and doesn’t talk about it and tells Tim that Jason is just sick and needs his space

Their family grows as Bruce takes in Damian (Talia died when he was about 2, Bruce didn’t even know about him until the kid showed up at the Palace doors with a letter explaining the situation), and adopts Cass and Duke.

Babs is the daughter of the Captain of the Guard and Dick’s best friend so is basically part of the family and Steph (a street rat, daughter of a criminal) got attached to Tim and basically lives in the palace (but is NOT Bruce’s daughter, she reminds them all constantly). Other batfam members come in and out as they please lol

Bruce is presumed dead when Jason is 16 and Dick takes the throne at 21. Things are a bit tense but Dick has a solid support system and things go relatively smoothly, but Jason is having a harder time controlling his powers and emotions

Cut to his 18th birthday when he’s to get Crowned as Prince (I know this may be incorrect but I also Do Not care how monarchies work <3 — Maybe it could be Dick’s official Coronation or smth to make it easier, idc)

He really fucking doesn’t want to, but he also wants to act normal and make Dick proud so he suffers through it

Needless to say it goes terribly and ends with him basically turning the ballroom into ice and setting an eternal winter on all of Gotham as he flees to the mountains

Tim (who kind of set Jason off) tells Dick he’s going to track him down. (After a quick run-down explanation from Dick who is Stressed and Tim is so pissed that he didn’t remember the accident and that Jason felt the need to isolate himself — and that Bruce let him and convinced Dick it was for the best)

Dick goes with him and leaves the Kingdom in the capable hands of his Advisor (Babs) and Consort (Wally) and Alfred

They left very fast and aren’t the Most prepared and it’s a bit of a shitshow trek (cue Tim falling into a river trying to mimic Dick’s stupid gymnast moves and Dick getting a tree full of snow dumped on him for laughing) but they eventually make to to a little trading post (‘Look, Tim, they have a sauna!’) and are immediately recognized as Royalty and are getting products shoved at them left and right

Enter Bernard, local ice harvester, who is covered in snow and already annoyed at the Royal Roadshow when he needs to buy some real supplies

Tim and he immediately start bickering and when Dick overhears that Bernard knows the mountain he asks him to be their guide, much to both Tim and Bernard’s immediate refusals. But Dick offers a lot of money and Bernard caves

Meanwhile Jason has found himself collapsing in the snow and finally lets himself have the emotional release that he’s been holding in and his magic goes nuts creating things and he finds himself in a giant ice fortress, which, rad

What’s not rad is the freaky guy who shows up inside said fortress and starts poking around at both the ice and at Jason

It’s Danny, AKA Phantom Frost from the Legends

Now, Danny has been around for a century or two as a Winter Spirit and then became a Guardian when he kicked Pariah Dark’s ass back to the Eternal Darkness a couple hundred years ago. (Pariah Dark = Pitch Black/the Boogeyman)

He doesn’t remember his mortal life and no one is sure if he actually ever had a life Before or if he’s a manifestation of Magic herself. That rumor mixed with his defeat of Pariah leaves him revered among the Spirits and Guardians alike and he doesn’t love it because they often come to him with problems as if he can fix them (he does, every time)

He’s known as Phantom Frost but his closer friends call him Danny - the name he came into this world instinctively knowing as himself even when everything else was missing. (Maybe his squad can be Spirits/Guardians too? hmmm.)

Things have been quiet for a couple of decades and then one day his instinctual alarm bells start going off telling him that something is wrong and Unbalanced with Winter so he goes to investigate

He finds out that an Eternal Winter has been set on the Kingdom of Gotham and discovers a truly spectacular fortress built from ice in the mountains north of the kingdom

He goes inside and meets Jason who has clearly been Gifted by Magic herself and is so Unbalanced within his own soul that it makes Danny shiver

He knows he needs to help the guy and ends up showing off some of his own powers and gaining a bit of trust from Jason who ends up telling him the rundown of what led up to this and Danny is Pissed (and confused on how he had never known about Jason throughout the years) and vows to help him learn how to properly control his powers without trying to shut them off and harm his soul

After a bit of training and huge improvements with Jason’s abilities, Dick and Tim (and Bernard) come to find him and when Jason figures out he set off an Eternal Winter (Danny did Not inform him of that fact) he kind of spirals and ends up lashing out at Tim for the second time in his life and Danny has to calm him down so they can Fix the situation

Dick is (rightfully) freaking the fuck out and doesn’t trust Danny all the way so Danny agrees to go with them to visit their local Hermit/Arcane Expert to get a second opinion and who, from what Danny heard from Jason, deserves an ass kicking anyway (it’s John Constantine and he’d been the person Bruce took Tim to when the first accident happened and who had basically convinced them all to fear Jason’s powers and led to him trying to pretend they didn’t exist)

John Constantine is So Tired

Meeting Phantom Frost is overwhelming enough, but having to yet again deal with a Wayne level Situation… he feels like maybe he should move

But he helps, calling on Magic and finding the situation much more dire than any of them thought

He tells them the solution and they all pretty much laugh in his face (all except Phantom, who knows Magic better than John could ever even hope to and who wouldn’t dare laugh or scoff at Her power)

Only an act of True Love can thaw the ice that has set in Tim’s heart

aaaaand… to be continued ;)

#this has gotten out of hand #more to come lol #dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #dead on main #dead on main prompt #vee’s dpxdc prompts #vee’s prompts #vee’s frozen au #vee’s wips

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fic rec friday 34

welcome to the thirty-fourth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Red Poppies by @icypantherwrites

Hanahaki (with a twist) AU — Lance has never experienced a case of Hanahaki this bad. He wishes he could say it’s just the amount of flowers he’s coughing up and desperately trying to hide from the team, just as he’s trying to hide the fact that he technically died at Omega Shield from them, but it’s not just that. It’s the fact he keeps choking out red poppies. And red poppies...

They symbolize death.

the most interesting take on hanahaki ive ever seen tbh. i know icy panther is known for her edgier storytelling, but this is one of my faves of hers! i like the originality of it, and of course i adore the addressing of the omega shield disaster

2. Voltron: Last Dialogue by @uncouth-peasant [IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH]

After the events of Omega Shield, the Astral Plane has a visitor.

okay look i know everyone freaks about major character death but im asking u to read this anyway. for one its only IMPLIED, technically lance could still be alive, and also it’s just a really well-written fic. lance and shiro have so so so much potential with how similar their characters and arcs are, so i loved how this one explored that in its heartbreak

3. The Poison of Deceit by @icypantherwrites

This diplomatic mission is not going the way Lance had hoped. The diplomacy part on behalf of Voltron is going fantastic and Lance doesn’t think he’d be remiss in saying he had a large hand in that. But the whole impress Shiro bit is an epic fail as Shiro doesn’t seem to notice his efforts at all and it’s only worse with Keith showing him up at nearly every turn. The aliens they’re working on the alliance though have noticed his efforts. But as Lance stands here now, Shiro and Keith’s lives along with a vial of poison in his hands, he isn’t so certain that was a good thing.

the fuckin ‘i drank poison to save your life’ trope will NEVER get old idc idc. the heart dropping moment when the team realises that by doubting lance they may have cost him his life...insanity fr. like i eat this shit up every time

4. blind spots by @adelfie

Lance knows something’s wrong.

Keith turns his gaze on him, dark eyes latching onto him like an anchor.

Normally this is when Lance can think of something stupid to say to make Keith smile. Bonus points if he can get a laugh. Usually it isn’t hard — smiles come easy when it’s them. But something is wrong, and Lance knows that Keith’s smile will be the farthest thing from him if he says it.

-- Lance gets hurt during a mission with Keith and the Blades.

blade pining down bad keith in startled awe of bamf lance...it eats every single time like lets be honest my friends. bamf lance in every flavour is delectable but through keith’s view????? oh god it’s something special

5. Isn’t There A White Knight by @bosstoaster-writing

Kink Meme FIll: "In the first episode, Lance says that Shiro is his hero. But Shiro is still just a guy in his mid twenties, and we've seen him join in on silly stuff ("Blam blam blam!").

So what I want is five times Lance sees Shiro do dorky, ridiculous things, and one time he realizes he'd still follow this dork to Hell and back."

C'mon, as if I could pass that up.

five plus one? check. lance learning to know his idol as a human? check. gentle and careful and clumsy relationships? check. and dorky loser goober shiro, my love and light? CHECK CHECK CHECK. this fic is so so fun. shiro should get the right to be a dorky goober at all times and anyone who writes that is my hero

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#fic rec friday may have been the best thing i did on this blog tbh #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #shiro #takashi shirogane #lance & shiro #team as family #langst #fic rec #fic rec friday

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