#went a little crazy sorry

[siilvan]

IT'S GIVING JEALOUS-IN DENIAL-GRUMPY-SIMP!MAKAROV I- im crying

oh god i've never seen that first pic, the way he's leaned back and sorta manspreading… good lord i need him in ways disastrous to feminism. till he forgets his tragic past. gonna make him forget he wants to take over the world, save humanity frfr

*ahem* this, uh… i'm not responsible for this drabble, loosely bloodsport-based but more or less just simping, enjoy bestie 🤭

(little bit of suggestiveness BTC, y'all have been hungry for him anyway <3)

ангел – angel (pronounced as written, with a hard 'g' lol)

мое небо/moye nebo – my heaven

he is not a man often annoyed by the "small things" but this, this sight has his blood boiling beneath his skin.

you're standing across the room, about fifteen paces away, chatting with one of his captains. a loyal soldier and a fine field commander, often successful when fulfilling his orders, and makarov's willing to admit: not an unattractive man by most standards. the captain is allowed to walk behind him for a reason, he's pleased with his work.

but, he is just a captain. he holds only a sliver of the power that makarov holds. of the people in the room, he is a mere ant, something that he could crush under his boot in a fit of rage and the only quarrel would be disposing of the body. why are you so interested in him? are you not drawn in to the strength, the pride, the influence that makarov has?

he shifts in his seat, leaning forward and letting his eyes narrow at the sight. your back is to him, but the captain— oh, the captain knows very well what the look makarov sends his way means.

you've encroached on my territory.

makarov doesn't hear the next words quickly stuttered out by the man, but it's shortly after that he nods in farewell and darts out of the room. like a child being scolded; the smile that pulls at the edge of his lips gives away his feeling of cruel satisfaction. no matter how esteemed any of his men may be, he stands alone at the top.

you blink at the door after the captain darts out before visibly shrugging and shaking your head. you turn around, eyes immediately finding his, and some unfamiliar sensation tugs at makarov's heart when he catches the glimmer of familiarity in your gaze.

he shifts again, leaning back into a more relaxed position. with your attention on him once more, he can allow his shoulders to drop, his rigid posture to soften. just keep your eyes on him.

"let me guess – that excuse of 'i need to clean my knives' was actually meant to mean, 'my commander is glaring daggers at me?'" you ask, crossing the space in a leisurely stroll, far more collected than when you first arrived several weeks ago.

he chuckles, lifting a hand to signal to his soldier standing nearby. "warden, give us some space."

the masked woman's gaze flits between you two, before she responds with a single nod and a clipped "yes, commander." she marches out of the room and the door clicks shut behind her, leaving you standing alone in front of him.

"if he has time to chat, he has time to work." makarov says, his hips briefly lifting as he adjusts his position, head lolling back just slightly to look up at you.

"that's a shitty way to boost morale," you comment, mouth briefly twitching up into a bemused smile nonetheless. "why did you really send him away?"

he dismisses your question, shaking his head. "i suppose i shouldn't be surprised that a woman of your position is observant, should i?"

you smile, again, wider and longer this time. "no, you shouldn't." you mutter.

for a moment, you two are left in that position, locked in a stalemate of neither person wanting to make the next move. observing the other, attempting to read their thoughts through nothing but minimal body language. you shift your weight from one leg to the other, hands clasping in front of yourself as you tilt your head to the side slightly, barely noticeable.

your next move.

makarov says nothing more as he pats his knee, silently giving a command. it's not a question, not a request— there is no uncertainty in the action.

he catches the flash of hesitation that crosses your face, and in reply, he offers his hand. the red light cascading over the room could almost be mistaken for an omen, a sign of what is to come in the distant future as soon as you place your hand in his.

he pulls you forward, gently, urging you to close the distance yourself. take the final leap.

carefully, you step forward and place your legs on either side of his, knees pressing into the plush cushions of the sofa as you let your weight rest on his thighs. your free hand, originally awkwardly sitting at your side, comes to rest on his bicep before lightly skating up to clutch his shoulder, the crisp fabric of his suit soft under your touch.

he draws you closer still, arm moving to circle around your middle, bringing you forward until your chests are flush, your rapidly-beating heart a contrast to his own, thumping steadily as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing an uncharacteristically chaste kiss against your skin.

"he is not worth your time, ангел." he murmurs, lowering your hand.

"and, you are?" you ask, brows lifting curiously with the question.

"by birth right, i am," he replies quickly, voice low but confident. he isn't hiding the confession, he's reserving it for your ears alone. "no matter how many men may catch your eye for a fleeting moment, no matter how many think they stand in front of me in the queue for your hand, i will always be at the front, even if i must eliminate the competition to do so. i was born superior, i alone am worthy of your grace, мое небо."

a small part of you wants to argue, to tell him no, he has to earn that privilege, but a far larger part of you keens at his words, at his hands on you, gloved fingertips dancing along your spine and digging into the plush of your hip.

"you seem awfully confident for a man silently begging to be touched." you mutter, a sharp exhale escaping you when his hand leaves your hip to slowly slide up your side, thumb trailing along your front and stopping just below the curve of your breast.

he chuckles, dropping to a gravelly whisper as his lips hover mere inches from yours, dark eyes boring into yours and rendering you immobile.

"kiss me, then." he says, unabashed. "please, ангел." he adds after a beat, tongue darting out to wet his lips. the darkness in his gaze gives way to hunger, like a beast eyeing prey, waiting for it to run so he can give chase.

you draw in a breath, metaphorically and physically swallowing down the hesitation that bubbles up again. he has you right where he wants you, caught in his trap, but as his hands push you down, his hips raising again to press right into your clothed core, you find that you suddenly don't care.

you practically fall into his embrace, cupping his jaw and pressing your lips to his, matching the predator in hunger; like a rabbit leaping on a wolf instead. his firm grip becomes almost painful as he tugs you impossibly closer, his hand coming up to the nape of your neck, holding you in place against him.

you should have expected him to take over, to reclaim his spot in control. the most makarov will ever do is share, which alone is an honor, but he will never completely give his control away.

you're falling deeper, watching the light fade as you burrow farther into the earth, further into the pitch blackness that is him. it's hard to care, nigh impossible to think about anything else when you're so far down the rabbit hole.

worry about his touch, his lips, the satisfied rumble in his chest when he practically purrs your name against your lips. everything else can wait.

#went a little crazy sorry #btw the only reason why i didn’t finish bloodsport last night #is because i was outlining a historical au for the series… #so even once bloodsport is finished.. there’s at least two spinoff/au fics planned currently #i make no promises but that’s where i’m at LMAO #sylph.replies #sylph.writes

[spacedlexi]

"sounds nice... having a partner"

#the walking dead game #twdg #violentine #clementine twdg #violet twdg #MAANN when clem says this in s3 JUST WAIT BBY #people who say clemvi has no basis like ep2 isnt just them working as a team for 2 and a half hours regardless of player choice #like be fr #clem telling louis that violet patching up the back wall is ok because she needed something to keep herself busy. married behavior #vi asking clem to help check in on everyone while she deals with the wall. their shared smile when she comes back outside :) #and then they sit in the leadership spot together overlooking the yard and everything theyve planned together coming to fruition :) #sorry i just think their romance set up in eps 1 and 2 is obvious as FUCK and im tired of (Some) people pretending it isnt #'i havent seen her warm up to someone in a long time' brody literally tells clem that vi seems to like her after its been 24 hours #after shes been a block of ice for a whole year. and clem just melted those walls down immediately while they fought walkers together #violet is so devoted to clem post ep1 its embarrassing for her #'i saw she had you pinned and i- shit i got So crazy...' sorry if you dont think shes in love with clem idk what to tell you #'i'll tear that boat apart before we leave without you' i know you would girlie!!! #the animators went CRAAZAYAYAYAY the way they look at each other... their little smiles at each other....even before the belltower #the way clem looks at her while they dance.... the way she puts her head down on her shoulder so contentedly.... #and then she keeps her head on violets shoulder as she pulls away so clems chin gets dragged with it like she doesnt want to let go #'so you never forget that night' 'i never will' they are DISGUSTINGLY in love with each other it makes me physically ill #its 2024 and im still hearing 'i just didnt see it :/'. lazerbeams you #spaced art 2024

[cupidtxt]

i love making hypothetical keychains. i would love to grab them and shake them around at High Speeds

(carnival!pomni belongs to @sm-baby, ragamaster belongs to @milezperprower, ragatha (the influence) comes from @ask-the-rag-dolly)

#art #my art #tadc au #the amazing digital carnival #ragamaster #ask-the-rag-dolly #the influence #im sorry i was up last night and went a Little crazy insane

[silusvesuius]

#little nightmares #my art #and geiko/maiko ladies #sorry i went insane mode when i reposted those pics from years ago and started drawing her like crazy ...She's a bad bih

[c-hrona]

A Rough Night

Basically the thought process for this was:

“I really really want to do a comic full manga style” + “I really really want to draw TriStamp again” + “I really really want to draw some Wolfwood’s angst”

And that's it. That's the comic.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #Meryl stryfe #milly thompson #cw child abuse #so sorry for the angst lately my life took a turn for the worse and I really needed the catharsis #also this can be seen as #polygun #special mention to that volume 8 dialogue for making a little cameo because I felt it fitting a little bit sooooo #trigun spoilers #chronart #Also sorry if you saw this before I was testing things because my tumblr went a lil crazy but staff helped

[jewishmcr]

I know no one cares anymore but great comet still makes me feel insane. the play is NAMED AFTER Pierre and Natasha and they only have one scene together. ONE! the only time they’re in a room together is during the penultimate number. they share ONE, prolonged, gentle point of physical contact in the entire 2.5 hour show. she leaves the room smiling!! can anyone hear me? she leaves the room SMILING

#sorry. listened to Pierre & Natasha and went a little crazy you know how it is #great comet #the great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812

[ehhgg-art]

knife simmons. sife knimmons.

#woaaghhh textures #sorry i went a little crazy with this one #anyways #richard simmons #dick simmons #rvb simmons #rvb #red vs blue #rvb fanart #fanart #art #drawing #artists on tumblr #artist #digital art #fanartist #procreate art

[scary-lasagna]

OH OH?’ YOU WRITE SCPS?! If you can, can I request Able (076) where he’s in love and dating SCP foundation worker reader?

My first SCP ask!! :] I haven't given Abel nor Cain much thought outside of Abel just assisting with breaches. Sorry I went a little crazy on the length!

SCP-076 - Abel

Abel is one of the more...difficult SCPs that you have researched.

You've been at this site longer than you can count back to, and even a previous site as well, before that one was nuked terribly.

And you've never met a creature such as him.

Whenever he wasn't killing people, he was pacing the viewing glass of his cell, staring at you.

You felt terrible, like a mouse being stalked by a lion.

Abel was always agitated, always angry, and the only time you've seen him smile was either when he was ripping out intestines, or, recently, when you shot him in the head with an automatic pistol.

It's freaky.

A part of you thinks that he wants to act on revenge.

Another, more human part of you, which is rare these days, almost suggests that he's looking at you with respect.

You were the only one to stop him without that explosive collar he wore in the past 5 years, after all. That had to count for something, right?

You had piles and piles of paper work pertaining to him, knowing him inside and out for the past 2 years.

And on the day of an MTF operation, you thought you were safe in your office. This was your first mistake, you should never feel safe in this field of work.

But in the midst of a small, harmless breach, Abel had launched himself through the locked security door of your office like a fucking looney-tune character.

And this was it. You would die. He would kill you, and you would be written off as another causality in this breach.

But lo and behold, a quite large axe materialized in his hand, and swung it right over your head, missing you by at most 3/4 of an inch.

SCP-439, an insect to bigger than 3 centimeters, had been the SCP to breach containment during MTF patrolling hours.

"You are safe now." His voice, husky, still held a certain gentleness as he spoke toward you.

And out of the two years of studying this creature, this violent, animalistic entity, you’ve never seen him act in such a cautious, intriguing manner.

The axe disappeared into the supposed pocket dimension of weapons, and he very unceremoniously grabbed your face on either side, cocking his head to stare you down.

You couldn’t move, didn’t have any last words to say, and you didn’t have that automatic pistol that saved your life last time.

This might be where you finally succumb to the horrors of the foundation.

But…Abel only studied you, taking in every little feature of your face, counting every eyelash and freckle and noting the way your nostrils flared with fear.

“I would not hurt you, Reasearcher. You are much too…unique. I would like to propose a-”

Not another word left his mouth, because it was shot off by the sudden wave of MTF entering your office.

So much for proposing a courting.

#sorry i went a little crazy #scp #scp x reader #scp 076 #abel x reader #scp abel #scp 076 x reader #scp abel x reader #creepypasta blog

[sincerelymarner]

“It’s always been me versus Quinn, making each other better. Over the years, it’s been unbelievable.”

"I was 4 and he was 6 and I was chasing him around and wanting to do whatever he did," Jack said "I always wanted to be able to compete with Quinn and play with him but didn't want to slow him down. He kind of pushed me, gave me that work ethic to work with him because he's such a hard worker himself. Catching up with Quinn was always the thing I wanted to do as the younger brother."

credits: sportnet / sportsnet / sportsnet / sportsnet / nhl / espn / the athletic / espn / sportsnet / the athletic / nhl

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #i am so sorry to youngest sibling luke hughes for this post #most of these quotes are from 2018-2019 so they are outdated but the feelings are still there probably #anyways i went through a fucking rabbit hole of hughes articles and some of these quotes were making me a little🤏 crazy #the bottom quote is what forced me to make this. i know they’re brothers but they are brothers !!!!! #also the reason why they’re all overlaid on photos is bc i spent too much time on getty images and needed to justify it #mere.png #web weaving #*h

[jeonghan-yoons]

objection your honor, he stole my heart

#seventeen #jeonghan #svtdaily #svtgifs #hourlyhannie #svtcreations #yoon jeonghan #isaishi #hanatonin #sonafied #tuserose #tusersali #mymine #*gifs #sorry i went a little crazy with this set #i just love him so much #his hair... #long post

[stvharrngton]

Are you still doing requests from the smut prompt? If so here’s one

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

anon i’m so sorry i got a little carried away with this one oops i hope you enjoy! thank you to @sweetiestevie for giving me a lil inspo for this ily 🥺💖

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, softdom!steve, oral (f receiving), choking, a sprinkle of exhibitionism 🤌

prompt: “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” from this list (x)

Steve loved to spoil you at every chance he got. Small gifts and trinkets that reminded him of you, a bouquet of roses here and there. He never let you pay for a single date, ever.

So when he proposed a weekend getaway to the big city, fancy hotel, fancy dinner, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The trusty BMW taking you out of Hawkins, Indiana to the bright lights that seemed like a dream.

He’d been all over you all day, clingier, more affectionate than usual and that was saying something. His hand only leaving your thigh to handle the gear shift. He’d lean over to press his lips to yours at every stop light, smiling into every kiss.

Steve’s hands never left your waist as you walked into the hotel lobby, a palm on the small of your back ushering you into the elevator ride to one of the top floors. His lips pressing chaste kisses to your neck and shoulder, your eyelids fluttering closed at the feeling.

The piercing chime of the elevator signaled you were at your floor, your fingers lacing with Steve’s to pull him down the hallway to your room. He fumbled for the room key, turning the metal in the lock before pulling you inside.

You both collapsed on the bed, you straddling Steve’s lap, knees either side of his thighs. His strong arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you into him, his lips pressed to yours in a heavy make out session, a slow roll of your hips over his own. Nothing more, nothing less.

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, your breath hitched in your throat as you pulled yourself off the boy. Giggling as he chased your lips with his own.

“Steve,” you chuckled.

“Just a few more minutes honey, come on,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, lips pressing wet kisses there.

“Steve,” you tried again, “we have a reservation!” Freeing yourself from his grip, you stood making your way towards the bathroom.

He sighed, body collapsing back against the plush pillows and you couldn’t help but laugh at him, “What?” you pouted, “You don’t wanna take me to dinner in a pretty little dress, Stevie?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby, I swear.”

But he didn’t stop there. Fingers twirling in your hair, hands massaging your shoulders as you sat in front of the vanity. Arms snaking around your waist as Steve rested his chin on your shoulder, watching for your reaction in the mirror.

You peeled your boyfriend off you and locked yourself in the bathroom to change your clothes. You knew there was no way in hell you’d be leaving this hotel room if you didn’t.

When you re-emerged into the room, you caught a glimpse of Steve adjusting his tie in the mirror, you smirked to yourself when you saw him stare at you. You made your way over to the bed, perching on the edge to put your shoes on, strappy heels in tow.

As you positioned your foot in the first shoe Steve came barrelling over, “Woah, let me? Baby, please?”

You rolled your eyes at his gesture but let him anyway, palms gripping the edge of the bed as you watched him buckle up the straps of your shoe, a kiss pressed to each ankle once he was done.

Steve’s warm palms wrapped around your calves, hands rubbing up and down until they reached your thighs. He squeezed them gently, lips pressing soft kisses to your knees. His fingers ventured a little higher under the hem of your dress, skimming up and down the slit that was situated at the thigh.

His breath hitched in his throat when his fingers brushed over the skin where the hem of your panties would usually sit, cheeks flushing a little pink, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I think you’re forgetting something, pretty” he hushed, lips kissing up your thigh, fingers pushing your dress further up your legs not-so-subtly.

Steve’s lips followed his fingers, inching ever closer to your bare core. Your skin shivered under his touch, eyes a little hazy as they glanced over at the clock once more.

You sighed, bringing your foot up to his shoulder, pushing him back gently until he sat on his knees, “We’re gonna be late.” is all you said.

Steve didn’t let up at dinner either, touches still teasing, words still filthy. He sat the same side of the table as you now, insisting it was so he could share your dessert.

But his fingers were on you once more discreetly under the table, tracing circles on the inside of your thigh, lips against your ear whispering sweet nothings, “My pretty girl, look so beautiful tonight, baby.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you shifted under his touch, Steve’s fingers dangerously close to your pussy under the table, a whimper escaping your lips as his thumb brushed over your clit.

Steve smirked into your cheek, nose pressing into your skin, “You wanna be a little show off, hm? Not wearing any panties to a fancy restaurant,” he tsked, “I’ll show you off, baby, if you want me to,” his lips pressed to that spot behind your ear now, “fuck you in front of the whole damn city.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at how calm his voice was despite what he was saying to you. Thumb pressing harshly into your clit, your shaky hand reaching for the half full glass of champagne.

You held the glass to your lips as Steve whispered, “You wanna get outta here?”

You nodded gingerly, Steve’s fingers reaching for your glass, setting it back down on the table. He pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, spinning your jaw so he could press his lips to yours. The kiss was hot and heavy, a little more than the people dining in the restaurant needed to see.

It was a miracle you made it back to your hotel room with all your clothes still on. Steve’s hands were all over you, his lips a whirlwind, pressing wet kisses to any exposed skin he could find.

Letting the door shut behind him with a click, you pulled the boy back down to you by his tie. Fingers curling around the black material as your lips crashed together. Steve grasped your waist, kissing you harder, deeper as he walked you back to the bed.

You felt the sheets hit the back of your knees as Steve pulled away from you, “Turn around, sweet girl,” pressing a kiss to your cheek, “hands and knees.”

Anticipation coursed through your body as you obliged, crawling onto the bed, knees planted firmly into the mattress, hands spread on the sheets as you arched your back.

“Fuck,” Steve muttered, hands gripping your thighs as he pushed your dress up your body so it sat around your waist. Your cunt in full view.

His long fingers teased your folds, gathering up your slick and spreading it over your pussy, the pads of his fingers brushing over your swollen clit.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he groaned, pointer finger teasing your entrance, “bet you’ve been dripping this whole time, hm?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you whined, “all for you, Steve.”

Steve chuckled behind you, palms grabbing your ass, pushing and pulling the flesh. Watching with hazy eyes as your pussy fluttered before him. Steve licked a flat stripe from your clit to your hole, tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.

You mewled at the sensation of his tongue on you, moans muffled by the sheets your face was pressed into. Steve kept his hands on your ass, fingers digging into your skin with a bruising grip.

The boy ate your pussy like a man starved, puffy pink lips mouthing at your cunt, tongue licking and swirling. Steve was groaning into your folds; a mix of your slick and his spit covering his mouth and chin.

He slipped his pointer finger into your pussy, curling and stretching you just right, his lips sucking on your clit harshly. You clenched around his finger, the coil in your lower stomach tightening and twisting.

Steve added a second finger, your walls sucking him in. He pulled his mouth from you for a second, “That feel good baby? Taste so sweet.” he cooed.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, both at his ministrations and his words. You moaned into the sheets, hips trying to rut back against Steve’s mouth, “Yeah, Stevie, yes,” you cried, “feels so good, love your tongue.”

Steve hummed at your response, palm slapping your ass as you tried to grind your cunt on him, “Doing so good baby, such a good girl f’me.” His fingers continuing to pump in and out of you.

His hips rut against the bed at your soft moans and sweet whines, cock hard and aching beneath the confines of his pants. Steve replaced his fingers with his tongue now, the muscle lapping at your hole, fingers switching to your clit again.

He moaned into your pussy, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit, eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure he was giving you.

“‘M so close, Stevie,” you whimpered, “please, wanna cum.”

Steve groaned, “Come on, angel, lemme hear it,” fingers rubbing faster on your clit now, “sound so pretty when you cum.”

White hot pleasure rolled through your body as your thighs shook, chants of Steve’s name spilling past your lips as you fisted the white sheets. Your back arched deliciously as Steve continued to lick at you, coaxing you through your orgasm.

His mouth stayed on your pussy, tongue still softly licking at your juices, the sensation causing you to writhe on the bed, the burn becoming too hot, “Steve, s’too much.” you yelped.

Steve chuckled softly, hands coming to soothe the skin of your ass as he pulled off you. Your body collapsed on the bed, rolling on your back as Steve crawled over you, nestling between your thighs.

He cupped your cheek sweetly, lips brushing against your own, tasting yourself on his kiss. Your hands were braced on his shoulders, traveling down to rest on his biceps, squeezing lightly.

Steve pulled off you for a moment, fingers working to loosen his tie and yours fumbled to open his button up, working fast and eagerly. Once he was able to rid himself of his shirt and tie, Steve was back on you in a flash.

Large palms skimming up and down your waist. Mouth and tongue kissing and licking from your neck to your collarbones, fingertips caressing your tits over the material of your dress.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed, “you’re beautiful,” he pressed his lips to yours once more in a sweet kiss, fingers finding your clit again.

You keened beneath him at the stimulation, the remnants of your first orgasm still rolling through your body, mouth parting to sigh into Steve’s mouth.

“Steve,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he hushed, lips pressing wet kisses all over your face as his fingers continued to rub at your clit.

“Want you,” you muttered, eyelashes fluttering against your hot cheeks. The coil in your stomach twisting again, “need your cock, baby, please.”

Steve smirked against your skin, lips upturning against your cheek. He stood back now looking at your figure on the bed.

You looked so fucked out, lips wet and cheeks red, hair splayed out against the sheets. The straps of your dress pulled down your shoulders as your legs were still spread wide, pussy dripping onto the sheets.

“C’mere,” Steve held his hand out for you and you took it, standing on wobbly legs in the boy’s arms. His fingers worked the zipper of your dress down your body, pushing the satin material down until it pooled at your feet.

You stepped out of it carefully, your fingers raking through Steve’s hair as your lips crashed together once more. Lips melding together perfectly, swallowing each other’s sighs. Steve fumbled with his belt, the clink of the metal sounding throughout the room. Hands shoving his pants down his legs.

Steve hissed as the cool air hit his aching cock, vein throbbing and tip a pretty pink, pre-cum leaking from the slit. His hand wrapped around his length, pumping himself a few times, letting a throaty groan tumble past his lips.

You watched with hazy glassy eyes as Steve touched himself, swallowing thickly. His hands moved to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. Your legs wrapped around your waist as you slung your arms over his shoulders.

Steve kept you close with his hands on your ass, the tip of his nose brushing along the bridge of your own as he lowered his lips to yours, tongue licking into you all pretty.

Your eyes fluttered shut into the kiss as Steve walked you over to somewhere else in the room. A squeal slipping past your lips as your back hit the cool of the large hotel room window.

Eyes shooting open, Steve lined his cock up with your entrance, his tip sliding through your folds. He chuckled at your reaction,

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

You whimpered at his admission as he pushed past your entrance, your walls wrapping tightly around him. You both moaned into the quiet of the room at the feeling of Steve stretching you out. Fingernails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders, Steve’s face buried in the crook of your neck.

Steve started the slow roll of his hips into your own, his cock pumping in and out of you sweetly. His lips pressing wet kisses into the skin of your neck, whines blubbering past your lips at how deep he was sat inside you.

“Feel so good baby, wrapped around my cock,” Steve groaned, hips moving a little faster now as the glass began to steam up from the warmth of your body.

Moaning, your fingers tugged at Steve’s locks, “Fuck, feel so deep, Stevie,” teeth taking your bottom lip in, “so full of your cock.”

Your words spurred him on, as if he wanted to go deeper, to fill you up even more. Even buried inside you, Steve yearned to be impossibly closer to you.

His hips slammed into your cunt, his skin hitting the backs of your thighs deliciously, he groaned, “Wanna turn around for me, pretty girl?”

Your body tingled at the thought of being pressed against the window for everyone to see as Steve fucked into you from behind. You nodded timidly as Steve pulled out, a needy whine from your lips at the loss of him inside you.

Setting you back on the ground Steve spun you, hands braced on the thick glass as your chest pressed against it. The cool of the window against your nipples only adding to the slick pooling between your thighs.

Steve brushed your hair from your shoulder, pressing chaste kisses into your neck as he whispered, “Want everyone to see how good I fuck you,” his hands danced over your bare body, “see what a good girl you are for me, hm?”

“Steve,” you moaned, a desperate, needy sound keening from your lips. You wiggled your hips, ass rutting back against his thick cock.

He chuckled from behind you, fingers gripping your flesh, “That’s my girl.”

You were flush against the glass, ass sticking out a little as Steve lined himself up again. Tip gliding through your arousal before pushing into you right to the hilt.

His hips were flush against your ass as he pulled you back into him, pulling out almost completely before going back in again, watching as your pussy swallowed his cock, walls clenching around him.

Steve rocked his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he let out the most delicious moan behind you. You watched his bleary reflection from the window, coil tightening from the sight.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips thrusting faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the hotel room, “take my cock so well, baby, so fucking good, Christ.”

You mewled at his words, hot breath fanning against the glass as your hand snaked down your body so your fingers could rub at your clit. Steve groaned at the sight, his cock bullying it’s way in and out of your cunt.

He snaked his arm around your middle, pulling your back flush against his chest, fucking you deeper, harder. His soft lips kissed at the skin below your ear as his hips were unrelenting. His hand traveled up your chest, palm groping at your tits and toying with your nipples.

Steve’s hand kept going until his fingers were curled around your throat, squeezing lightly. Your eyes rolled back as tears began to creep into your lash line, mouth parting letting out a sweet little rasp.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “you like that? Like when I choke you a little?” He felt you nod and he smirked, lips kissing on your neck, “Doing so good f’me pretty, taking this cock like a fucking champ.”

You felt the familiar creep of your orgasm coming around again, “Yeah, Stevie,” you whined, your fingers rubbing faster at your clit now, “‘m gonna cum, please can I cum?”

He sucked gently on your shoulder, a groan rumbling from his chest, “Again? Shit, you dirty little thing,” he moved both hands to your hips now, pulling you back into his cock, “go ‘head, baby, want you to cum.”

And just like that your tether snapped, your vision bleary as white hot pleasure washed over your shaking body. You whined yesyesyes over and over as Steve continued to fuck into you, his own fingers replacing your own on your clit.

“Shit,” he groaned, “good girl, good fucking girl.” Hands stroking all over your body soothingly as you rode out your high, chest heaving as your breath fanned against the glass.

You winced and moaned incoherently as Steve’s cock continued to pound into you from behind, his tip stroking that pretty spot deep inside you with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, white hot and burning.

“Sh,” he cooed, “I know, baby, I know,” thumbs stroking in circles over your hips, “‘m almost there.”

Steve bucked his hips, thrusts becoming mismatched and sloppy, his own orgasm right about the corner. His thighs clenched as he pulled your back to his chest, the scratch of his chest hair making you whine.

“Fucking hell,” he whined, a high pitch moan spilling past his lips, “can feel you squeezing me, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, “gonna fuck this little pussy ‘till I cum, gonna stuff you full, baby.”

You whimpered, “Please, baby, please,” tears rolling down your cheeks at the sensation in your stomach, “want your cum.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut as you begged for him, thrusts quickening as he chased his high. Abs and stomach contorting as he was on the edge of release, your walls clenching around his thick cock pushing him over the line.

“Oh, fu-uck,” he groaned, moans stringing out fast and mumbled as he fucked his cum into you. Face buried in the crook of your neck as his hips slowed to a stop. His chest sweaty and panting, pressed flush to your back.

He hissed as he pulled out from you, fingers coming to push his cum back into your pussy. You whimpered are the overstimulation, your cunt raw from his cock.

Steve spun you around to face him. His strong arms cradling your wrecked body to his, lips pressed sweet butterfly kisses all over your face.

“Think we should have a nice warm bath, hm? That sound good, baby?” he whispered, hands petting your hair softly.

You nodded, voice not able to string any words together still.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #k.fic #request #i went a little crazy i’m sorry

[sapphic--kiwi]

gustholomule week day 2: royalty

👑 & ⚔️

when your best friend—the prince and sole heir to the kingdom—gets knocked unconscious in the woods and you, his personal bodyguard, have to carry him to safety…

#gustholomule #gustholomule week 2024 #matt tholomule #gus porter #toh mattholomule #augustus porter #the owl house #toh fanart #i imagine they’re like. idk mid-20s here but it’s an au so idk #yeah i’m crazy about them. went a little insane over this one oops #i love dramatic lighting it’s SO much fun. i will never stop using it sorry!!!!! #steph draws #x

[hiroshotreplica]

oh how the memories blend together.. unrecognizable, unsalvageable. do you think ill ever be "me" again?

dialogue transcript under cut:

Panel 1:

Alister: Hey, Josh?

Josh: Yes?

Alister: I realized the Deepsea Metro changed us a lot,

2:

Alister, continued: but we wouldn't be able to tell for each other, because we met during it-

3:

Alister, continued: We'll never truly know what we were like before all.. this.

4:

no dialogue

5:

Josh: You know, Alister,

Alister: Yes?

Josh, continued: I... I do not think I'll ever find out what I was like in the past, either.

6:

Josh: I mean- I can't remember anything, not past vague feelings and blurred "lapses" (as you called them)- I don't know anything, really.

7:

Josh: Just like you... I'll never know what I were. Who I was...

8:

Josh, continued: I'll never be the same again.

#sorry if the wording's a bit clunky #despite english being my first language...i really dont know it LOL #anyway Hi how are you guys i went a little crazy tonight #oc: alister #oc: josh #splatoon #splatoon 2 #agent 3 #agent 8 #octo expansion #long post

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Hi!! I was wondering how you get your animation so smooth, like butter.

Especially on that lineart, I’m always having trouble but your looks very effortless and consistent, what are your secrets?

-thank you

[sorry if asked before, also hi from TikTok! Thank you for the kind words, I admire your work and its always a treat to see it in my dash (^_^)]

Hello! Thank you <3 honestly there’s a few reasons it’s so smooth. (Get ready for the ramble I love talking about animation)

First on the lineart I use Toonboom to animate and it’s a vector based program. That means I can edit a line’s curves once I draw it. I don’t have to erase it to change it. I can grab a point on the line and stretch it where I want. So that’s why the lines themselves are pretty smooth, I have a lot of control over them.

As for the motions themselves people can think that frame rates equates to smoothness and while having a lot of frames and inbetweens can do that, it’s way more about the movement that makes something smooth. I tend to work on twos, threes, and even fours. This means you see a frame at 12 frames per second, 8fps or even 6fps. But it depends on the timing of the motion. When I animate the fps isn’t consistent. Faster motions tend to get a higher fps meaning you see it for a shorter amount of time. While slower subtle movements I tend to put on 8 or 6 fps which means you see them longer. Easing of the timing of the frames as well as easing of the motions themselves leads to smoother animation.

Another key point is that objects travel in arcs, always. Unless they are stopped by something. When I animate, I use onion skin religiously. (Onion skin allows me to see previous or future frames on a low opacity) that way I can check my motions and arcs. here I've marked the path of travel for his hand, hips and head ad he bows.

My method for animation tends to be pose to pose. Meaning I’ll draw all the key frames (the important poses that tell the story) before I fill out the inbetweens. Now inbetweens doesn’t always mean you draw a frame that’s exactly between pose a to pose b. You still have to think about the motion you want to achieve and keep in mind your arcs. Additionally you can add secondary movements or actions to help with believability in actions. Animation is all about performance and exaggeration.

But another technique is to animate frame by frame instead of pose to pose. People tend to use this method for effect such as water flowing, fire, or in my case I used it when I animated the capes. Since the cape drags behind the animation and is influenced by what the character does. I animated the cape after I animated the character. I went frame after frame thinking about how the cape would move both with gravity in play, and being moved by the character’s actions.

Using reference is a big help when animating. I had to act out actions to make sure I got things right when making it. I even got a towel and threw and shook it around to see how it fell.

Another thing about getting it smooth is I use a lot of easing in and out of my motions. If you are about to punch something, you don’t just move your arm towards what you need to punch, you’ll draw it back first to build up the punch. That’s easing into a motion. When you stop moving your arm you’ll either overshoot and draw it back a little if you moved it fast and stopped abruptly or it slows down to a stop. Things don’t stop abruptly. Think about a car. When a car stops you have to slow down considerably, it’s not immediate. So same with your motions. I always ease into a motion when it starts or ease out. It can definitely make the actions more believable and smooth.

Again, because Toonboom allows me such fine control over my lines. to ease in and out of a motion I will copy and paste the last frame and adjust it slightly, continuing the previous motion so that everything settles nicely. This shows only the previous two frames. you can see I didn't draw any new lines (except for the cape) I just adjusted his pose. This helps me stay away from lines being shaky because I didn't redraw them.

This last thing I’ll talk about is more subtle. But follow through and secondary actions are so important. In my animation for example, when sun bends down, his body starts moving a lot faster than his head. Sort of like the body goes first and then his head slightly lags behind. It follows the movement of the body. Another example of a secondary action that follows through would be the movement of the little wings of the cape on their chests.

Ok I lied there's something else. SMEARS, I love smear frames. those are great at making things smooth. Usually smears don't stay in view very long and need to show rapid motion so you can stretch a character or pose or show multiple limbs to make motions appear faster. Here I added a ton of arms to show he was wind-milling them around as he fell, and he has a third foot to show the rapid motion of his leg as it swings upwards. Smears can be fun because you can get away with a lot. Be loose with them! I didn't even draw his face here.

Or this one that's a couple frames before that leads into the fast motion.

Once you learn and practice all these things (and more, there's more principles of animation!) your stuff will get smoother. I don't always think about all of these every time I animate, I've done it for years so its ingrained into me. Sometimes I'll think about it to make sure I'm getting motion right, but usually its just second nature. it just takes practice and getting used to it.

Hope this helps!

You can also try watching animation analysis videos and I recommend looking at old 2d animated Disney movies. Or go frame by frame on any animation you like. I've analyzed so many animations that I love and just absorbed their techniques.

#ask response #animation tips #principles of animation #art tips #art help #bean art #sorry i went a little crazy #like i said i love talking about animation #you activated a neuron #sun fnaf #moon fnaf

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

#crazy that the mindset some people on here have is that theyre the only ones allowed to post their opinions #ive repeated this a lot on this blog but i rlly think people forget that the person on the other side of the screen is in fact a person #if ur harassing people and publicly making fun of them then ur just as bad as any real life bully #that shit isnt as funny or harmless as u like to pretend it is #not once have i ever targetted anyone or went on someones blog to harass them over my opinion #yet people think its fine to do the same to me and treat it as if its like. revenge or something #like ? me saying 'i dont like toxic yaoi' is not equivalent to someone going on someone elses page and going 'how tf do u like toxic yaoi' #I DONT CARE !! all ive ever done is sit in my own little bubble and had opinions and that makes people mad #honestly though the people who will publicly talk and post abt it are significantly meaner #and i want to act like im not bothered by it because i know most of them r just angry that someone has a different opinion #and they want all their followers to bandwagon off of them (idk why maybe for validation or whatever-same reasons anyone would bully) #but seriously if u actually do think that something i said was out of line and crossed thise boundaries- just fucking tell me ? #im a person bro. ur solution to disagreeing with me shouldnt be 'lol im gonna post abt this and make everyone harass them' #have a conversation with me dude i dont bite ? if u cant talk to me like a person then just dont fucking say anything wtf #its so cowardly to be like 'well no i didnt wanna say anything to u cuz i didnt wanna be rude.. so instead i publicly made fun of u!' #LIKE WHATTTT STOPPPPP </3333 #ok anyway this post wasnt supposed to get THAT serious. #MY POINT IS just be considerate of other people and dont base ur hatred off of assumptions #ur deflecting the blame onto someone else because u dont want to admit that ur just a fucking bully lol #being inconsiderate on here is something ive also been guilty of back when i first joined the fandom and was clueless #but grown ass adults who have been on here way longer r still doing that shit which is crazy #and i cant say anything because they have so much leverage over me and idk if its on purpose or if they dont even realize #ok im putting fandom tags cuz i want people to see this sorry. this is my one post thats actually targetted but its at a lot of people #so if u look at this and think 'hey i do that' pls evaluate urself<3 #i mean its also targetted at everyone who does this anonomously so i dont know who it is OKOK IM DONE BYE SORRY HOPE THIS IS UNDERSTANDABLE #watch nobody read this fr #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #meows post

[phantomposting]

Another half asleep twins au rant/prompt! Please excuse any spelling or grammar errors I have not slept in a hot minute.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Ghost Hunger, Dissection/vivisection, starvation

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So this is a Ghost Hunger Damian and Danny are twins au. I was reminded about ghost hunger the other day and boy did it give me the spark of creativity I needed to create yet another au/fic idea to hyperfixate on.

So in this au Damian and Danny were very close as siblings but Danny ended up dying throwing himself in harms way to protect Damian on a mission for the league. Damian blames himself for not having better reflexes/not paying enough attention and could never convince his grandfather to allow Danyal to be resurrected via the pit.

Talia saw how desperate her son was for the other to live though and also cared for Danyal so she risked it all to revive him secretly and hide him amongst the civilians in America. Damian sadly never got to learn about that fact tho and lived years with the guilt he felt which left him determined to never let that happen again. Which meant he could never let anyone get close enough to want to do such a thing for him and he needed to hone his skills.

Danny on the other hand has hazy memories of his brother while with the Fentons and goes through the same timeline of becoming Phantom and protecting Amity Park. Eventually tho his parents find out and that gets him strapped to a table in the basement begging for his half life/getting vivisected.

So Danny flees going on the run and ends up on the streets of Gotham. The spirit of Gotham is so excited and welcoming to her newest child. He is a protector and her king after all. It fills her with pride that she would get to care for such an important person. She does all she can to make sure the king stays safe. Little things to keep him hidden and protected.

Danny however has unintentionally been keeping a pretty big secret from the ghosts of the realm. He doesn't really know this though and thinks its just a ghost thing. Basically his core is slightly corrupted due to the years he spent around the Lazarus pits aswell as the revival vial the dip in it's corrupt ectoplasm. As a result he experiences ghost hunger which was pretty easy to manage when he lived with the Fenton's. He would normally satiate his hunger via eating pure ectoplasm from the lab but now he has no access to that which leads him to starving himself.

This starvation mixed with his human side starving aswell is very very hard on his body as a result he begins to black out sometimes when he wakes up he usually tastes ectoplasm but just assumes its his own due to his injuries from his parents. These injuries are weirdly taking way longer to heal which is due to ghosts being very mental/emotional state based.

Gotham soon realizes she has a big problem on her hands. It turns out the king's core is corrupted and as a result many of her ghostly children are going missing. She is deeply upset and calls out for help to assist the king with his corruption or stop him from killing more of her children. She hopes the king gets help rather than getting taken down however. She knows it's not his fault. She knows how protective of her city and her people he is and how kind he can be to them and hopes issues get solved so he may become a protector of her people.

This call for help brings Constantine to Gotham. He doesn't get a whole lot of info from Gotham at first but he knows whatever is going on can be dangerous and is important. He knows that some of the bats are in danger too and gives them a warning that something in Gotham seems to be hunting ghostly beings and those whom have died before are at risk especially Red Hood.

The Bat's don't take too kindly to the supernatural threat and kinda force their way into assisting Constantine whom is already annoyed with the prospect of having to deal with the bats.

So time passes and the bats gets a few encounters of feeling as if they're being hunted. Jason is also the first to discover the new homeless kid in Gotham who looks almost exactly like Damian. It's hard to really see too many similarities at the time tho he's so thin it's deeply worrying and his icy blue eyes greatly contrast Damian's emerald green, but some similarities are far too obvious to miss. Oh great more black hair blue eyed adoption bait. Better keep him far away from Bruce.

The few run ins some of the bat kids have with Danny make them worried about the homeless kid. Dick, Tim, Duke and Jason all get run ins with the kid and tho they want to try and help the kid he always seems to vanish without a trace. It's kinda creepy but they all can recognize just how scared this kid is.

Eventually Bruce and Damian get their run in with the kid. The GiW have finally tracked Danny down and due to the stupid vivisection wounds not healing and the starvation of both forms he can't get the strength he needs to defend himself or make an easy escape. He ends up cornered in an alleyway and getting shot with luckily no major damage. Batman and Robin come across the scene of what appears to be some weird new gang bullying a homeless child and makes quick work of them.

After all is said and done and they look back to help the injured kid Damian ends up shocked to find that this kid is Danyal. At first he pulls his sword on him making threats thinking this is some sick and twisted trick from the league, but then he comes to his senses seeing how broken and defeated Danyal is. He doesn't flinch or shy away from the fate, though he has tears in his deeply tired eyes he doesn't fight back. He doesn't seem to have the energy to. He just sits against the walled dead end that almost got him killed and stares down the katana as if he no longer fears death.

Things get bit emotional as he questions his long dead brother. Danny is honest in answering he doesn't know how he came back nor does he fully remember how he died in the first place. He also dodges some of the questions and keeps the ghost half hidden. He explains to them he's gotten himself into trouble however and people are after him now and he appreciates the help. He keeps as much as he can about ghosts being involved a secret. He has no idea about the Bat's stances on them after all. And he seems to hate metas so probably won't take to kindly to a ghost.

Damian and Danny share info and Bruce discovers he has a son he didn't know about and deeply regrets not being there cause the state this kid is in is pretty dier. He's not sure he can fully trust the kid though. It's clear he's hiding something and that could be a danger to his family and Gotham, but he decides to give him a chance. After all this is his son and he wants to help him no matter what.

Bruce calls in someone to cover the rest of his and Damian's patrol route for the night and has Alfred get Doctor Thompkins to meet them back in the cave for medical assistance. They get Danny back and he starts getting some treatment for his wounds. Alfred and Thompkins are pretty horrified to find the vivisection wounds on the kiddo. They are definetly infected by this point. And much to Danny's dismay he has to use the excuse that he's a meta to explain why he's got such a low temperature and heart rate, why he can't use sedatives, and why stitches and stuff like that won't work.

So treatment is a bit difficult but they do their best with it. Alfred and Thompkins also discuss what needs to be done to get the kid back on track to being healthy. All the while Damian is anxiously waiting to be able to see his brother again. Bruce has never seen Damian show such emotion and care before aside from when he's dealing with animals. It's so jarring. And of course the other bat kids are snooping trying to find out what's going on.

So recovery is slow and bat kids try to connect with their new sibling whenever Damian isn't trying to act as a guard dog/mother hen. Danny ends up the closest with Damian and Jason in the family. Jason can immediately tell something is off with the kid due to the Lazarus water reacting to him and is the first person Danny opens up to about being half ghost (much to Damian's dismay). Jason keeps Danny's secret for him but encourages him subtly to open up to the others cause they'll definetly accept him despite the fact that he's half dead. They bond a lot on their mutual trauma and of course Damian is jealous but also happy Danny is actually talking to someone and getting back on his feet.

Damian still feels immense guilt over the first death Danyal faced and this guilt makes him think of course Danyal would want to avoid him that Danyal blames him too which is totally untrue and eventually gets worked through but not until after theres some conflicts due to jealousy. But that comes later.

One night Jason decides to stay over for Danny's sake and Danny has another black out. Basically his ghost form goes feral and tries to go after Jason. This results in the discovery that Danny was the danger Constantine has been looking for all along and there's a major blow up in the family due to this info. Danny only stops feral mode after eating a blob ghost (poor lil guy) and gets rudely awoken by the batfam accusations of attempted murder.

Danny is finally informed that he's been killing and eating ghosts and is horrified this goes against his whole goal of protecting everyone and keeping the balance and really goes against his protection obsession. It breaks him and Bruce yelling accusations at him doesn't help at all. Kiddo has a major breakdown and goes on the run from his new family thinking he is a danger and that he blew it with them.

Danny faces issues with injury to his core aswell due to what he's done and how that effects his obsession. Basically he's having a real bad time.

Jason whom has connected with the kiddo knows that this ain't Danny and somethings clearly wrong and so does Damian so the two reluctantly band together to locate and help the poor kiddo. With this team up Damian discovers Jason knew Danny was a half ghost and jealousy causes a fight but they manage to keep the team together out of concern for the kiddo.

The the other Bats team up with Constantine to track him down and eliminate the threat. Gotham tries to impede them though cause she knows the route they are on will only bring harm to the ghost king rather than help him. She tries her best to help hood and Robin find him first.

When Jason and Damian discover Danny he's in bad shape. Kiddos absolutely breaking down and very injured his core is definetly injured for sure. They try to offer assistance but Danny isn't thinking straight he's like a wounded animal so if he gets cornered he fights back.

It really doesn't help that the GiW manages to track him down yet again and the boyoa have to deal with both that and a ghostly Danny whom poses a risk of injury to not only them but himself.

With so much going on its no surprise that the GiW actually succeeds in capturing Danny. The two vigilante's end up getting knocked out and left to the wayside.

Eventually the other bats come across them and they explain Danny was captured by the thugs that first attacked him. Constantine recognizes the organization and is deeply frustrated but hey atleast it's not his problem anymore right? Wrong. With the kids explanations he realizes Danny was not actually evil. He's partially alive and he is a protector spirit not a rouge one. He also realizes how bad things are cause a spirit like that committing such acts that he has risks destabilization which would probably kill both the human and ghost half. He's no ghost expert but Gotham's giving him signs she wants him to help the ghost kid and now he's in quite the pickle.

So this leads everyone into panic mode and search and recuse mode. Theres a big rescue mission where they break into the GiW headquarters and fight the GiW to get Danny back. Of course he is having a hard time staying stable and they have to both use whatever magic Constantine can muster to keep him as stable as he can and on the spot therapy time to try and stabilize the poor kiddo.

Eventually they get him stable enough to bring him back home but now he has mandatory therapy sessions with Black Canary. They also have a lot of emotional work ahead of them aswell and physical work trying to get a steady supply of ectoplasm so the kid doesn't starve again.

They have to fight the Fenton's for custody aswell and try and dismantle the GiW and anti ecto acts. Its a long process and they really discover just how bad things were for the kid.

They probably have a visit to frostbite too if they can get a portal and this helps him heal and make sure no more ghost medical problems occur. This also helps the family learn a lot of ghost health is tied to emotional and mental health.

Damian and Danny probably end up getting in a few fights due to Damian's jealousy aswell but eventually work though it and become closer due to it. They are inseparable. And Damian also has to learn to get used to Jason being around and an active older brother figure. Bruce apologizes for his mistreatment of the kiddo too. Their relationship stays a bit rocky for a long while but they definitely make progress.

Theres a lot of emotions and emotional conflict and things are very rocky for awhile but eventually they get to be a functional and loving family dynamic! Danny gets a happy ending in the end it's not a perfect home but he definetly wouldn't want to be anywhere else :D

This is the longest prompt I've written yet I hope you guys enjoy it 💗💗💗

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman crossover #dp au #damian wayne #danny and damian are twins #writing prompt #jason todd #I'm so sleepy tired and I'm sorry if that effects the prompt in any way #ghost hunger #I was reminded about ghost hunger and my brain went a little crazy bonkers with it #sorry if this one is a bit everywhere just kinda having fun with it #so much drama so much trauma #angst supreme