#AbsUlt

[scipplyzndoodlyz]

Scars & Sweat

Absolute Batman/Bruce Wayne x Reader fic

NSFW :: MDNI W/C: 3k Not-in-the-know: Absolute Bruce Wayne is in his mid-20s and a civil engineer instead of a billionaire. He is also not well known throughout Gotham yet. Scenario: Gotham - mid Party Animals crisis. You are a shut in that hasn't left their apartment building in months, it's taken weeks of practice just to leave your room, and with the news of masked marauders tearing the city up, you're not planning on pushing yourself further anytime soon. You've left your friends and family on read, and the most human contact you've had is with delivery drivers. However, unknowingly to you, Batman finds himself at the foot of your door after a night of carnage against Black Mask in deseperate need of some covert and descrete medical care, and you're the only one availble... T/W: blood, scars, reader has a history of self harm and self hatred, bruising, breakdowns, self deprecation, FiRsT X rEaDeR fIC Tags: hurt/comfort, awkward sex, drafted nurse, scent, soft grime, tease

He just showed up. You groggily opened the apartment door to grab deliveries earlier that morning and felt a soft bump, followed by a bassy “ow”, and there he laid, a pulverized bear of a man, resembling a second hand piñata of roadkill more than a human.

Phoning the hospital was out of the question. You tried that. As soon as those 3 beeps sounded off from your phone, the body that you were convinced could barely stand, caged your hand with its own massive claws just before you tapped call. “Don’t…” He ordered. The look he gave scared away any questions of detail, so your curiosity persisted silently.

Bloodshot eyes bounced from wall to window, keeping tabs on every point of cover or camera blindspot, all while heaving to try and get up onto a fragile standing position. It wasn’t much use. “Aid… First… Aid…” He whimpered with a weak breath.

This man didn’t really need to explain that he was too weak to dress his wounds and stitch himself up, frankly, you noticed that as soon as he tried to sit on your bed with his cold, shaking figure. Probably the Party Animals, you thought to yourself. You’d heard enough stories about them and seen enough news lately that it just felt obvious. From that point it was clear; you had just been drafted and this was your patient.

Unveiling his arms, you've seen bacterial cultures and abstract art with less vibrant and contrasting colors than this beast’s skin: scars, bruising, burns, the works. And you really feel that word - beast -  This thing growls when you clean its cuts, and it rumbles with a low purr that is indecipherable from anger, concentration, or throat phlegm. 

Their physique, it’s a map of conflict, continuously marked, revised, and torn. You can’t look away because you recognise some of these wounds, they’re going to leave lasting scars on the stranger. After all, you should know, you’ve had experience. 

Stone-like calluses on feral, scarred hands, red from something you’re too scared to ask about, as you gently bandage it up you feel their burning warmth. You even find yourself going slower just to be near them a few seconds longer.

Scribbles of indents and protrusions of flesh in the arms display a history of almost playful acts of violence, only partially obscured by a combination of wet and blood dried body hair. This stranger is huge, you don’t have enough product to go over his entire body on your bed. Feeling the urgency you manage to utter through the tension “S-Shower…”

“What?” He replied.

“Sh-Shower. It’ll clean the wounds quicker.”

It’s Gotham. You barely go outside as is, even less so now the Party Animals have been causing chaos, but everyone knows you don’t even touch the Gotham streets with a gloved hand if you can help it. A similar thought must’ve run through the stranger's head as, with a growl, he begins slowly taking off his… Combat gear? You’re not sure. It’s a strange mix of nylon bullet proofing and what looks like slate. 

Regardless, the little amount he is able to do, before requesting your assistance, releases a scent of combined blood, sweat, rain water, and what you’re pretty sure is gunpowder. It's a revolting chemical compound that doesn't leave your mind without a bit of force, even when a twisted part of you wants it to stay. Eventually he strips down to the essentials and goes into your shower to do the rest himself. 

Months of isolation and self imposed loneliness has atrophied your social capabilities, and you almost got up to follow him before having to remind yourself, Oh yeah! The blood! - After changing your sheets and cleaning what you were able to, you hear the large stranger call for you in the bathroom.

Opening the door a cloud of mild steam brushes up your body, slowly revealing the towering, imposing stranger. At last you could really see what he was like, his skin cleared of dirt, stains, and blood, but still covered in marks. His build was large, like that of a powerlifter, a work of craftsmanship of both muscle and fat that invited you to get lost in it. He didn’t need the definition. He didn’t need visibly rippling abs. It was raw power that needed no explanation.

“Uuuhh… My wounds?”

You’re staring.

“...OH! O-Oh s-sorry! Yes!”

Snapping yourself out of it, you tend to his injuries again. You can actually see everything more clearly now, and feel it too. His skin, his hair, it's smooth with occasional imperfections from scarring. You hate that texture usually, it's too familiar to you. But this feels different. You want to feel these scars, and so you take it even slower.

Wounds sewn shut, gashes bandaged and wrapped, bruises padded down, and abrasions cleaned, everything appears to be tended to except a slight elevation under the towel on his waist. 

W-When did he get that? You think to yourself - This isn't uncommon. You have experienced it a lot actually. Some nights would go by where you’d sit back surrounded by sheets and pillows, the pain and disorientation lingering in your flesh or maybe your face would sting slightly from crying, and then it would just grow in you suddenly. Most of the time you’d ignore it. I don’t deserve something like that, you’d say. 

You notice he’s looking away. His rough exterior just cracked for a moment. The serious face he’d been wearing gives way to embarrassment. On instinct you step back.  

“I should go.” He says with a humiliating sigh.

The stranger stumbles to his knees, recklessly attempting to walk out, causing the towel to fall to the floor. You turn your head away quickly and hold a hand in front of your face, but you were still able to catch a glimpse of it. 

“Y-You need to rest! I-I can give you my bed if you n-need it!”

He shouldn’t even be here, he should be in a ward being cared for by top notch professionals, not some shut-in covered in scars!

A typhoon of emotions is circulating in your blood. There is a potent flavor of self hatred within for feeling even the slightest bit of interest in this stranger, a stranger who doesn’t have much of a choice. Or maybe he’s doomed you; the Party Animals could be round the corner with SMGs and machetes, and you’re just collateral to get to him. 

Doesn’t matter, I’ve probably infected him anyway with the patch job! 

“Thank you…”

…What?

He gets up, lumbers over to the fresh bed you made and crawls in like a bear looking for a hole to hibernate in. There's a sudden coughing fit, and you feel your body throw you on instinct in his direction to check on him. The large stranger flips onto his back. Clearly that side was poking into something awful. The protrusion coming from between his fupa and large thighs is still there under the sheets. For a moment you both just… look at it.

“Food?” You ask, trying desperately to cut the tension.

The stranger nods awkwardly then winces from neck pain. 

Your hands fumble through a small forest of takeout leaflets that drift to the floor as you sort through them, with hands that utterly refuse to stay still. 

Screw it! Cantonese! 

You place the order.

You forget to ask what the stranger wants. Hopefully he likes his seafood.

Returning to the bed, purposefully avoiding the topic of the order while your eyes helplessly land on the erection beneath the sheets, you finally ask “O-Okay, seriously, what the hell is your name?”

The man looks at you blankly for a solid 10 seconds before replying.

“...Malone.”

Bullshit.

“Great, Malone. D-Do you need help with that?”

…What did I just ask?

“Would it… help if it was gone?” Asked Malone.

“A-a little bit, yeah.”

Anything to get this static out of my head. Am I seriously doing this? I’ve not even touched someone like that in months. Am I honestly that desperate that I’m exploiting an injured ma-what is he doing with my hand?

 It’s warm. It’s thick.

“You looked a little overwhelmed.” Said Malone with a bassy, yet tender voice.

The softness of freshly washed skin paired with the gentle humidity of faint sweat made his parts feel like a tactile toy. The strong desire to play with every combination of skin fold, malleability, and position of this cock is powerful. At last you turn to fully see it, the blanket lifted like a theatre curtain. 

Could you take it? Probably not. It’s not long, but it is girthy. But that scent. An aroma like oak wood smoked meats, and the worst gym locker room odor you can think of. It is both disgusting and enticing. Like those foul smelling fermented foods that you knew tasted heavenly once it reached your lips.

For a while, you’re not sure how long, you softly squeeze it’s different sections, from the base, pulling down his hood, and then slowly playing with the head. Just watching the skin slide up and down, covering and uncovering the head is hypnotic. Those other thoughts definitely aren't bugging you anymore.

Why does it have to be this that finally makes me calm?…  Why does it have to feel so… Simple? I don’t want this to be a right answer.

Maybe it's the release of so much anxiety, or maybe it’s a clue that you need to mail order a stress toy, but you feel your eyes begin to water.

“I’m so sorry, we can stop.” Says Malone.

NOPE!

You kiss it. Just with your lips. But you press the warm cock deep into your face, painting yourself with his fragrance. Malone’s parts twitch, rocking your face back and forth a couple times before you finally release it, and watch as a silvery, translucent drop blooms from the head. You tell yourself that you’re not going back to those muddled feelings and go in for a taste. The beast grunts violently from the sharp sensation of your tongue as well as the stinging, aching pains of his wounds. It is a writhing motion. “Malone” clenches his jaw trying to fight back the agony. You even see his hand considering reaching around the back of your head to push you further down.

Watching this pain, this sensory grip, it strikes your mindlessness with fear, fear that you’ll break him, but then that hand makes up it’s mind and you find that your vision is blacked out and your ears are muffled by thighs, fupa, and warm parts, with “Malone” stifling a pained and sensually intoxicated growl. You reach between your thighs to confirm suspicions and… Yeah, you’re leaking.  

This beast has you trapped now, all you smell is him, all you hear is him, all that you want to feel is him. Even here you can feel the scars on his skin, the fat of his body hugging you like a warm pack, and his muscles locking you in place. On instinct you begin to brush his imperfections with your tongue as you also clamber fully onto the bed. The agonized twitches and contractions of Melone’s abdomen are powerful. They almost sound like a second heartbeat down where you are, all it does is serve to drive you deeper into him. Soon all you can hear is the beating of his femoral arteries. You feel every bump and indent of his past wounds, and then the softness of his package above you. He’s trying so hard to keep you still, but loves your mouth so much. 

Now you linger in this soft darkness of muscles, tendons, fat, pain and joy while his breath steadies. 

Joy… Not joy. Please, not joy.

You’ve told yourself you don’t deserve to feel good, to the point seeing excessive happiness in others is scary. It feels uncomfortable, like if you get lost in that feeling you’ll be blind to doing something stupid, that the rose tinted glasses will disguise something horrible. But there’s no rose tint here. Here there are stitches, bandages, blood stains, sweat, hurt, and tears. You thought you found clarity in this in the past, but now you want marks. Not marks left by you, but by him.

Then slowly, Malone releases you from his grip. That hand that held you down now deeply strokes your hair and scratches your head, which you’re pretty sure has now got pre on it, but you don’t care. Gotham is gone as far as you’re concerned. No monsters outside, no Party Animals, no Peacemakers, no Tetracide. It's just him.

He takes quaking deep breaths, his eyes peering past scruffy, unbrushed, dark hair. While you look from between his legs, his square face is half-blocked by his still hard, but very leaky, parts. And for a while you both softly whimper, looking at each other, and watching his cock twitch and pour out onto you. 

You take the initiative to pull yourself up, trying not to press onto anything you’ve bandaged or padded up. But if it means he will push you down into him again, you wouldn’t mind at all. No, you don’t want to cause more damage. Instead you look at the cock again, and glide your lips and tongue up and down it, kissing it, breathing softly onto it, all while you start to touch yourself and spread yourself strategically onto this man’s body. Malone clearly beats your bed any day, it's not even a close call.

Gradually your motions become stronger, trying your best to also gaze into his eyes, showing every fucked up emotion in your head, and merely glimpsing his. You still don’t even really know what led him here, but right now that doesn’t matter. His dark eyes silently order you to continue servicing him, while gently encouraging you to touch yourself; an expression of stern, trusting, care.

His abdomen tenses, he’s close, you open your mouth wide to take his head, and then

BEEP BEEP

The order came before he did.

AAAH!! Oh god what have I done!? Shit! The order!!

Malone watches you scramble off the bed and scurry to the door like a skittish rat. Your mind racing as you run down the apartment building to collect, desperately hoping that you haven't left a wet patch in your bottoms, and then returning to your apartment to find Malone wiping away what you now just realised you wanted in your mouth more than the food.

“OH COMMON!!” You shout, causing the stranger to flinch.

For a second you feel a wave of humiliation over how you just acted, mixed with the sewage of other emotions you have in your body at the moment, until realising he’s still hard. The feeling of relaxation after seeing that calms you.. And realising that this calms you, then proceeds to sicken you. 

“I-I’m so sorry!” You say, tears flowing from your eyes. 

Malone clearly is not feeling great about this either. Maybe this was a mistake. “I’m going to need to rest for a while. I’m… sorry if you got overwhelmed, but if you want I can actually leave this time.”

“N-No.”

Please don’t leave me like this.

“I… Can still take care of you.”

“...Alright then.” Says the stranger.

The rest of the night is awkward. You do feel better after the food though. 

You try putting on some TV but the stranger requests you avoid the news. You ask what he’d like to watch on youtube but he just doesn’t answer. So you put on your own things to which he takes some interest in. Telling you who he is would clearly be dangerous, but you can’t help but feel like you’ve ruined the space between the two of you. He really has no other choice for recovery.

I fucked it up again… I acted like an immature idiot. Rose tinted glasses as usual.

Soon it becomes time to sleep. “Malone” is starting to look extremely tired, as are you. You didn’t consider where you were going to sleep. 

The couch? 

No, that should be his spot. 

But he’s got a spot.

But that’s my spot.

So you march over to your spot, ready to try and push him off, regardless of the circumstances until you see him offering up a slot next to him for the night. And for a moment you feel weak, as you stop to look. He’s hard again. “You don’t have to do anything.” He says assuredly.

You tentatively take the offer, and burrow in next to him. The stranger’s huge body acted almost like tent poles to prop up the blankets. It's so spacious, and so warm. His cock presses against you every now and then drawing your attention, but the stranger doesn’t guide your hand this time, instead you reach over to it slowly inch by inch, and then stroke. 

No goal, no end point, just touching.

Wounds like his will require time to heal, and maybe another night before he should be going out again. Though after this he might leave. You have no idea. But for now, you feel a great comfort in being near someone again. And just when you thought he’d only been putting up with you, he pulls you into him, letting you sink tiredly into him. Tomorrow doesn’t matter, for now, the two of you just rest there, in an achy, sensual slumber. 

You’ll figure the rest out when the time comes. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Authors Notes: [[Finally did it, finally made an x reader. I struggled with the ending adfskhgopnw, but I hope you liked it. Feel free to comment or even request. I'm mostly doin' Marvel & DC stuff.

Wanted to do an absolute batman fic cause there aren't many, so fine I shall do it myself! Apologies for spelling and grammar, have a lovely evening.]]

[obscureaestheticist]

AbsUlt Shipnames for Ships that don't exist BUT GOD DAMMIT I AM GONNNA PURPOSE SOME

Dunno what AbsUlt is? It's DC's [Absolute Universe] and Marvel's [New Ultimate Universe] new verses where the heros live in a much more oppressive & authoritarian environment as well as backstory changes that emphisizes their original heroic qualities.

It's designed so that new readers can jump onboard so that folks can jump onto a fresh series without knowing anything about Marvel or DC. ALSO My guys, there is a WORLD of untapped shipping potential in these damn comics! These are just some silly names for ideas for ships I think would be funny/silly/cool/autistic/etc. If you have ideas for ship names please comment, or have an idea for a ship that isn't listed here, go right ahead. [NOTE: These are fun hypotheticals. A couple of the ships in this are canon and will be noted as such]

*ahem* SPOILERS AHEAD

::IN-WORLD::

Prodigies / Haeter [Ult Peter Parker x Harry Osborne / Ult Goblinspider] Pitch: Louis x Legoshi but with DILFs. Peter is a married father of 2, while Harry is carrying the legacy of his late father and his company, both taking on the role of hero at much older age than their normal counterparts. Peter is the more measured one, while Harry is prepared to take this further to protect his family, and even Peter! Saying he is willing to kill to save him. On top of Harry finding out he was never supposed to be a hero, it adds to his interest in Peter even harder. Dynamic/s: On top of the ususal buddies in crime fighting gig, there're possiblilities for AUs where Harry's obsession with Peter gets even stronger and intimate alongside his desire to protect him, Peter feeling freer as a hero and around Harry before he tells MJ everything, and with the most recent arc as of writing, tensions in the savage lands could get rather high...

Wine Moms / Widows-To-Be [Ult Mary Jane Wattson-Parker x Gwendolyne Stacy-Osborn] Pitch: The cunning wives of the heroes, the husbands are constantly out, often left to their own devices, not to mention buisness interests in one another, it could lead to some daring moments. Dynamic/s: Going off of the fan theory of Gwen potentially being a secret villain/anti-hero it can serve as solid fic fodder for some wlw villain shenanigans. Also there are not enough Office Sirens x Office Sirens out there. Corporate. Condo. Cvnty. Also it gets lonely when the Bfs are away. Also i couldn't resist the urge to call the polycule ship between these 4 Swingers.

Extry! Extry! [Ult Ben Parker x/& J. Jonah Jameson] Pitch: Ben Parker, alive, recently fired from the Daily Buggle, he and his now-buisness partner J. Jonah Jameson, strike out on their own to set up their own news outlet. Ben the wisened stoic, and Jameson, the observant cunning silver fox. Platonic or Romantic they're a great team. Dynamic/s: Platonically they're easily my favorite dynamic in their comic line, for romantic fanfics its old man yaoi to a T! They've known and worked with each other for years, they tease each other, and would go to hell and back for one another.

Hooligans [Abs Bruce Wayne x/& Selina Kyle x/& Waylon Jones x/& Harvey Dent x/& Eddie Nygma x/& Ozzie Cobblepot] Pitch: Take Catwoman, Killer Croc, Two Face, Riddler, and Penguin, and make them Bruce's childhood best friends. They were there at the death of his father, they were there to lift him up, and are still there for him as an adult. As adults they help keep each other alive in times of chaos, which in gotham is CONSTANT. Dynamic/s: Platonically the Hooligans [sorta canon name for the group] are one half of the true heart of Absolute Batman. You got polycules, childhood best friends, trauma bonding, angst, hurt/cumfort, etc. These guys have been through so much they might've surpassed any notion of friends... Also Eddie guesses Bruce is Batman but doesn't tell anyone until Bruce reveals it himself CAUSE HES THE GOAT!

Signal Barers / Mayoral Affairs [Abs Martha Wayne/Kane x Jim Gordon] Pitch: A world where Martha Wayne lived. She didn't come from wealth, and was an activist married to a now-passed teacher. These 2 met at a protest, Martha being the protester and Gordon being the one to arrest her. Nowadays they work together to make Gotham the best it can be, all with sexy noir angst and biceps. Dynamic/s: Sexy angsty noir office romance. Moving on from the death of a lover with another man who plays an important role in not just your job but in your families life as well. Gordon is the mayor so a political and romantic affair in gotham? Feels right.

Thesis Block / Dianerva [Abs Diana x Barbra Minerva / Absolute WonderCheetah]

Pitch: A history dork runs into the very thing she is obssessed with AS it is saving her life from magical mythical monsters, all while Diana has no idea that she and her people have been reduced to academic literature. Dynamic/s: Smol fangirl puppy following tall muscle mommy with a heart of gold. Barbra tries to use this relationship as an opportunity to advance her career but her love for Diana over takes her mind. Diana taking the opportunity to learn about her people through this adorable ginger gremlin.

Toil & Trouble / Circate [Abs Circe x Hecate]

Pitch: Mothers be mothering. Circe, the adoptive mother of Diana, and Hecate her diety of worship. A goddess that forced a fate onto Crice she didn't ask for, yet she still remains devoted, all while fearing for her daughters life.

Dynamic/s: Opportunities for Toxic Yuri, galore. Hecate becoming increasingly impressed with Circes devotion, and taking prime interest in just how far she'll go. Or something simple. Double witch moms raising Diana.

Team Gateway City [Diana & Pegasus & Steve Trevor & Etta Candy & Gia Candy & Barbera Minerva] Pitch: Platonic canon group that formed with Diana's first appearance in the mortal realm in Gateway City [yes I'm including the horse]. You've got She-Ra meets Doom, God of War, and Hades, a tall Zombie Military Husband, Archeology Dork, Skeleton Pegasus who also breaths FIRE, and Herbalist Potionmaster Witch Sisters. AND THEY'RE [asides from Diana] ALL SMITTEN WITH DIANA. Dynamic/s: Not much to say other than PLEASE KEEP THIS GROUP OF DIVINE WRITERS!!!

Stormy Knight / HisaMei [Ult Ichiki Hisako x Igarashi Mei] Pitch: Depressed girl with anger issues meets bouncy silver haired Storm fan with desire to darg her into every mystery and side quest she can find. Hisako, meet Sertraline-I MEAN Mei! Hisako wants to keep to herself like a cat, Mei will drag her out by the scruff like a golden retriever. Dynamic/s: The best friend that'll do anything to cheer you up, or the best friend that is THE REASON you actually got healthier, having the gf that just will not give up on you even when you turn to your worst self. Plenty of angst and hurt comfort.

Shock Therapy [Kageyama Shinobu x/& Ult Ashida Noriko]

Pitch: 2 kids raised by a cult, one dates adults by night to earn money to survive then [potentially] kills them, the other gathers intel and donates blood to the cult that controls them. Both are horrid people but were both pushed there by terrible adults. They insult each other, but also take great interest too, they check up on each other, and keep one another company, even if they can see the other becoming a worse person. They're all they really have. Dynamic/s: Toxic straight ship, villains watching each other getting worse and encouraging it, maybe a fic where they both finally lash out against the cult togther to become more emotionally independant, or one night where the facade drops and they actually do have to comfort one another. Maybe one gets in trouble and the other quites the teasing and dares a rescue, even kills for them. After all, they've got nobody else.

Border Customs [Abs Lois Lane x Kal-El] Pitch: Private Military officer Lois Lane goes on a globe trotting quest to track down this extraterrestrial socialist himbo, and just so happens to not quite understand yet that helping the downtroden and poor WITHOUT guns & corperations is a good thing. Dynamic/s: We all know she pegs him. The man has Kill La Kill powers for gods sake and she stares at his boobs!

Apprentices [Richard Parker x Abs Felicia Hardy] Pitch: The children of two absent or restricted fathers trying to fill in the gab amidst times of great uncertainty. Peter is not around for a brief time, and Black Tom Cassidy is out of work leaving his daughter to take over the family buisness. All while dealing with this family pressure, these two kids just happen to run into each other and bond. Dynamic/s: So this is a canon ship and one folks already love cause of just how sweet it is. They're each others only real outlets for the strange situation they are in while also trying to balance just being a teenager, similair to how Peter and Harry have to balance being an adult. There already a lot of fanart for this and I hope it develops nicely with the story.

Russian Bears [Ult Logan x Piotr Rasputin]

Pitch: The above picture!

Dynamic/s: The above pict-kidding, TOXIC YAOI! VERY TOXIC YAOI! This is full on mind control, forced to hunt down his own friends kinda toxic yaoi! Fanfic potential is Dead Dove Do Not Eat!! But also like some of the gayest symbolism and coding you can imagine if you spin it right cause whoooooowboy the homoeroticism in this comic is strong.

Self-Deprecation / Doommaker [1610 Reed Richards x Ult/6160 Reed Richards]

Pitch: It's Reed Richards endlessly tormenting a verse of himself by turning him into Doctor Doom and giving him SUPER MEGA DEPRESSION.

Dynamic/s: Same as above DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT SELFCEST, like, seriously their entire interaction is TORTURE in the comics, do with that what you will. But fr it is actually a really interesting exploration of how Reed Richards treats himself at the heart of things if you wanna take that and run with it.

Mindfuck [Abs John Jones x "The Martian"]

Pitch: John Jones is slowly melding his identity with a bizarre entity he calls the martian, it lights up the world in colors, he can breath in memories, and experiance the world in a newly truely eldritch fashion, all while trying to solve a suicide bombing. the very nature of intimacy and self start to break down. In other words, THIS as a ship dynamic -_- 🚬 x 🌈 o )

Dynamic/s: Trippy psudo-selfcest, personified neurodivergence in smoke, non-solid partner made of trauma fumes, and smokable bf. If this sounds bizarre and trippy, just wait till you read the comic. Basically if you wanna try something that messes around with emotions and identity with some trippy telepathic powers, have at it.

Frontpagers / Kill'Mu'Nan [Ult Erik Killmonger x Ororo Munroe x Sorcerer Supreme Inan] Pitch: Two revolutionary fighters who have been hard at work liberating North and West Africa from an oppressive imperialist corperate government, happen upon a sorcerer that introduces the both of them to a world of magic and power liberated from the restraints tech and mutations. All while this sorcerer encounters a couple that remain strong, falling deeper in love with each other with every turning point and battle. Dynamic/s: I'll be real, my bi/pan ass just wanna see these 3 liberate a town, be socialist, and fuck. The dynamics I'm thinking of are the travelling poly messes you see out on the road and at music festivals. You do not wanna know what their latest drama is but WOW do you wanna be squashed between the 3 of them.

When we start to see the big 3 come together for the Absolute's version of the Justice League I shall be purposing the ship name Absolute Legends!

::Just some silly crack and crossover ones::

Markaria / Sekariplier [Lejori Sekaria x Markiplier] Pitch: Nuff said. Reverse Flashpoint [Mainline Bruce Wayne & Abs Martha Wayne/Kane] Pitch: Giving Bruce any opportunity to talk to his Mother again is welcome and tear jerking one. I imagine they would be so proud of each other. Leftovers / Walard [Abs Wally West x/& Richard Parker] Pitch: Two ginger boys with missing father figures trying to survive in the midst of disaster... And trading mullet care tips. Decryption [John Jones x Bill Cypher] Pitch: The overly charismatic Bill Cypher in the head of a walking adult Frisk equivilant is too funny not to undertake. Writer's Room [1610 Reed Richards x Darksied] Pitch: The two beings that are responsible for AbsUlt being each others mutuals trading fanfics week in week out. Royal Mettle [T'Challa x Vibranium] Pitch: So T'Challa in Ult has a connection to Vibranium in this, as it is theorised to potentially be alive and even speak to him. METAL SHIPPING COMMENCE!

Pico Parker [Ult Peter Parker x Peter's AI Picosuit] Pitch: A kind of self-cest with Peter getting down and dirty with an AI clone of himself or possibly turning off the suit's rules of no touching MJ and giving her 2 husbands to work with. Icons [Peter's AI Picosuit x Kal-El's Sol] Pitch: Suit shipping! Two new takes on comics most iconic suits being smooshed together, both as hyper intellegent AI? Get the robot and symbiote shippers!

[cease-theday]

Hello 2024.

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

everyone loves freaks and weirdos until theyre the freak themself.

[galacticghoste]

THE FUCKING FACT SHE DOSENT ANSWER THE QUESTION IS ALL THE PROOF I NEED THAT SHE VIEWS HIM MORE THEN A FRIEND

And THEN SHE HESITATE BEFORE SAYING ANYTHING...

NAH SHE WAS ALMOST GONNA SAY LOVE INSTEAD OF LIKE

BLAZE STOP BEING A SCARDY CAT

ALSO THE WAY THE END CREDITS ARE DREAMS OF ABSULTIONS WHICH IS REALLY GIVING OFF THAT THE SONGS ABOUT SILVER AND BLAZE

[dragonagegayz]

A Very Wip Wednesday

HOWDY YALL HOWS IT GOING

idk why im screaming

Anywho @alystrin03 and @adhd-riddled-crow tagged me in this and while I don't have much in the words right now I do have the next part of my Illario/Rook fic but this time it's Rook/The Viper but as the divine cause dramaaaaaaaaa its like a whole thing lmao

I do have the idea for my Viago/OC and I will be writing that as well but that corresponds to Zivarous so it might be a little bit till that comes out but I do also have my next EmmOz prompt and I want to rework on my Saarebas series cause the next part is the big intense and I want to work on it bad

Sorry if now of this makes sense lol I'm a bit delirious rn

Anywho content warning for talk of the aftermath of sex!

Very unedited!

“One should always return to confess their sins before the Maker, let his judgement wash over them and while his wrath may be true, he will always forgive as Andrastate asked him to.”

Words once spoken, once echied through the church Zivarous found themselves standing in, staring up at the face of Lady Andrastate staring down at them in some strangely judgmentally feeling way. Who was this statue, this fairy tale character to judge them for their sins? Their sins were their own, not to be seeked forgiveness for by some benelovent god who could not care less for his creations. If anything, all the actions taken by people were the Maker’s fault really, said Maker of people and all their flaws, all their issues, all their sins.

Religious need to guilt, to put down, to make followers feel small in comparison to the light of the Chant, of Andrastate, of the Maker.

A bitter taste twisted onto the tongue of the elf, one they tried to swallow away, in desperate search for the metallic blood that had coated their tongue, that pure taste of Illario Dellamorte that had still lingered. How had the man tasted so good, so tired and true like how a man should truly taste. Musky and thick, his proidemnt aftershaved mixed with his sweat that stuck deep in their nose, one they absultely had to know to get their hands on it, to have that smell close by whenever they needed it.

How had the Crow managed to drive them so crazy with just one encounter? One bit of sex and the artist found themselves itching for more, needing to learn about this stranger, this man who walked in on them making the miserable cur that was Ivan De Gusie suffer in his last moments. But he had paid it no mind, no Zivarous had been who had captured his attention, as if they were the most interesting being he had ever encountered. There was little fear in his eyes as he had revealed himself, and he had played along with the elf’s games, to the point he fucked them over the man’s dying body.

“How about I show you hoe Illario Dellamorte fucks,”

A shudder went through them, where they kneeled in front of the statue of Andrstate, holds folded in prayer yet no chant on their tongue, just the ache and sweet sting of remenaces of fucking was still on their skin. They retreated to the Chruch with his spent still dripping down their legs, a quick escape out the window after the Crow had left. It was when the authroies had come in that they made their escape, someone probably complained about the smell for whatever reason, Zivarous had liked it, thought it added to the over all environment of the house. A part of them had wanted to follow the Crow, to go where he went, to board the same boat and follow him home and find him there, see what could happen next between the two. If the thrill of death wasn’t around, would Illario lose interest? If the threat of what Zivarous might do was gone, would that spark between them be gone too?

[g0om]

im abt to go socialize wish me absulte luck

[ludwigoat909]

I love Curly in a I love to hate him kind of way

But not quite excatly like hurt character (as in the opposite of a comfort character). I do feel bad for him, but I love to bully him over the things he sucks at.

I like bullying him over how clueless. Over how pathetic and cowrdly he is when it comes to making decisions. Yet I also feel bad hearing his cries. I, too, also believe he would've wanted to be better by the end of this game.

Curly is fascinating to me. Both in writing but also in experience. No character has made me so eagerly frustrated over their bs and made my stomach churn over the pain and suffering they got to face.

Except instead of the kind of bs where some absultely horrid villains had some tragic ass fucking backstory to try and justify his action.

This time, it's, generally kind of standard guy, a generally kind dude, who because of his absurd blindness, his cowardness and incapabillity to take any actual actions over an actually serious situations let's happen the worst possible outcome for him and everyone else.

[lorethebookworm]

Since Ive gathered you arent in the EPIC Discord I thoguht I might let you in on some of the absulte harvoc Jorge is causing there

:)

Oh my god HE'S SO MEAN HOW DOES HE SLEEP AT NIGHT ?? LULLED BY OUR ANGUISHED SCREAMS?? iconic , I love him I hate him I want to meet him and study his brain

[xxnghtclls]

do u ever feel like all the good work here is getting recognized lesser ? because I see amazing stuff like yours and more stuff get notes and i love it so much when the authour tries to stick to the actual character and doesn't absultely deviate from the character. i feel that the ones with more deviation from the characters get more love, because capturing the character as it is so much difficult compared to change the entire thing. i read permission and honestly it feels like Sukuna. The rest i have read dont even feel like sukuna.

my point here is that i feel like true talent isnt being recognized. your work deserves so much more attention and love for writing sukuna so much like he is. not a lot of people manage to write him like that. i honestly love you and this one other user [not gonna be revealing there name because theyr'e a follower of yours too] and that's it. you write sukuna for sukuna. i love u for that. very honestly. i love ur work all art and writing included. sorry for ranting at 5 am in ur inbox but i wanted to show my appreciation. love you .

Dear anon,

thank you for your sweet message!

And yes, I do feel like that. I sometimes feel like ppl who draw or write him once in a while for funsies often get more appreciation for their work than ppl who truly appreciate him and try to learn about him and understand him and all of that.

People call me „the“ Sukuna artist, yet my art (at least on twitter) barely gets interactions that exceed 1k and then I see other art that gets so much more interactions, seemingly without much effort. Repeatedly. So it feels super weird for me and on bad days, it also makes me sad to see that my art didn‘t get the appreciation that I wished for it, despite me putting 10-20 hours into one piece. (not super healthy, I know)

Putting „my title“ aside, I do love my art and writing myself and I feel like it deserves recognition and that it should be recognised more. It might sound arrogant, but I do feel like that. But it‘s difficult when you don‘t purely draw nsfw, when you don‘t have an anime art style and/or are not able to put out art constantly because you‘re also writing a long ass fanfiction on the side… Algorithms fault too I guess.

On tumblr I do get super sweet messages really often from y‘all who write long texts about how much they love Permission or my art and it really moves me. I don‘t feel the need here to check on likes or anything much, because y‘all are super vocal and I love that. It makes me feel appreciated.

And I know I shouldn‘t pay attention to likes and all, but I would lie if I said I don‘t enjoy how ppl go nuts when they consume my art and writing? Like, of course it feels great to be cherished for something you created.

So, a message like the one you wrote means a lot to me, really! It means you didn‘t just scroll across my stuff, but you took your time with it, to look at it, to read it. That is amazing and I‘m really thankful for that.

Lots of love ❤️

[mj0702]

Hallo!

Vielen Dank für BBs Geschichten. Auch die kurzen Einblicke in ihr chaotisches Dasein sind absult toll! Ich liebe die Dynamik zwischen BB und den Spanierinnen. Macht mir den Nachtdienst grad viel erträglicher.

Ich hätte eine Frage oder Bitte, könntest du auch die kurzen Seitengeschichten in deiner Masterliste verlinken? Sie sind einfach zu gut um in der Flut deiner Fragen zu verschwinden.

Wenn nicht auch kein Problem, dann scroll ich mich durch!

Danke nochmal und freu mich schon auf den nächsten Teil!

Hi Tam 😉😉

Ich hab jetzt mal die drei großen verlinkt (aufm Handy ist das echt ne rotze) und werd vielleicht so stück für stück die kleinen machen

Der nächste Teil dauert noch - ich muss grad viel lernen und mein Kopf ist einfach dicht... deswegen freu ich mich grad brutal über so kleine Anfragen weil ich die ganz easy in 10 Minuten runter rattern kann

sag das bloß nicht @helen-with-an-a ... (ich markier sie grad weil... Deutsch) 😉😉

Also wenn du so n kleines side piece möchtest... immer her damit ♥️♥️♥️

[ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer]

all this rqg posting is making me want to start a rqg relisten but i have absultely no free time at the moment. pain and suffering

lifehack: simply forego sleep and you will have several more hours in your day to listen to rqg! (bad advice)

[streamdotpng]

The ladies of the Ortegaverse are sl- *hears a gun cock* are simps for Enid when she speaks greek.

Vada is probably like a kid being told something brand new

While Lorraine looks like she is on cloud 9 swoon vile lol

Yeah you better fix that adjective

But yes!! Vada insists Enid teacher her a few words and proceeds to absultely not be able to say any of them

Lorraine? "dangerous," she says, immediately unable to keep eye contact

Also it's been a bit mate! Hope you're doing alright

[piamastea]

Hi i just wanted to say i absultely love your art and art style :)

GASP!??? my first anonymous 🥺 and awww!! I’m glad you do!! :)) hopefully you continue to stay around as I still have so much to offer!! <3

-Love, Monarch!!

[t1redofyourbs]

remebering the time i got drunk last month heheheh. (wine tastes like absulte shit buuuttttt 🍑 rice wine my beloved)

[g0om]

well i slept like absulte shit