#benny babble

[batsydoodle]

Getting into an extremely popular and mainstream superhero was the best decision I've ever made because I truly get to see my guy everywhere. Just saw a batman birthday cake at the grocery store and my brain immediately got flooded by serotonin. I love it

[bendoodle]

If one more man in my workplace tries to ask me out i will set the whole place on fire, i don't care anymore. I can't keep doing this over and over. These fucking idiots want to get into the pants of a fucking NPC, the person they work with isn't REAL! THAT'S A MIRROR MADE TO BOUNCE BACK WHATEVER YOU THROW AT IT IN HOPE TO END THE INTERACTION SWIFTLY AND WITHOUT ANY ISSUE. THAT SIMULACRUM OF ME IS THERE TO MAKE MONEY AND THAT'S ALL! NO friendship! NO relationship! You DON'T get to know anything about me! you get a COWORKER! and that's IT!

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Spiraling in to Insanity Episode 2: The Pagoda of Harmony

This actually happened.

Congratulations to @sadkinggaming for coming up with Goobler for the Spiral equivalent of Google (because yes, the Gobblers are PEAK capitalist marketing mascot in-universe). This is what I needed to know that for btw.

Honorable mentions to @pinks-wizards for noting that it wouldn't be "the web" it'd be "the roots", to @khrysalisposting for spiral explorer instead of internet explorer, and for @dyvimwhitehart for firecat instead of firefox. You guys are all much smarter than me.

This isn't Melody and Benny's first adventure, and it won't be their last! I have a truly ridiculous list of material I can draw for them.

[honey-crypt]

lemme introduce to you… the agricolas (left to right from top to bottom: benny, clara, eugenio, valentina, stefano, simone, aurora, maddalena)

benny comes from a pretty big family with his extended family featuring 5 aunts/uncles and almost 20 cousins in total but the family they lived with before becoming an adult and moving out featured their parents clara and eugenio, their sisters valentina and aurora, their brothers stefano and simone (fratneral twins), and their parental grandmother maddalena.

benny is the oldest of his siblings at 24 with valentina being 21, stefano and simone being 19, and aurora being 16. eugenio and clara are roughly the same age, 50 and 49 respectfully. the family sponsored maddalena's immigration from the solennia kingdom after benny's parental grandfather leone passed away and she needed treatment with a specialist in the ferngill republic. benny's extended family still lives in the solennia kingdom but neither him or the rest of their family can visit them because of the ferngill republic's ban on people traveling to or from the solennia kingdom due to their allyship with the gotoro empire.

valentina, stefano, and simone all study at crestwood university while aurora goes to the nightingale academy, all located in zuzu city. aurora has a softball scholarship that covers her attendance at the prep school. valentina studies nursing while stefano studies sports medicine and simone studies geology. benny went to the same university and got a degree in sociology but ended up at joja due to a series of unfortunate events.

when benny came out as non-binary, the whole family was very supportive, even maddalena. benny worried that their grandmother wouldn't support him because of her faith in lutastia, the solennia kingdom's version of yoba. however, she was very accepting because lutastians valued love above all and that a third gender was mentioned in the early editions of the lutastian books.

benny hasn't seen their family since moving to stardew valley but they plan on visiting them soon. clara isn't ready to face honeycomb farm just yet and no one wants to go without her, hence why the argicolas haven't been to stardew valley yet.

[highinbrighton]

heyyyyy if anyone is like, in the know, can i ask what is up with selena gomez lately??? i keep seeing people saying they're done with her or they can't support her anymore and i have. literally no idea what they are talking about

[catboyhawk]

love when they make a reference to 50s/earlier pop culture in a mash joke bc i always feel like abed here

[professionaljester]

my synth amelia au is so funny in theory like. here is caesar’s mom. she’s a robot. don’t worry about it. she’s here to help you topple her sons shitty empire. also she sleeps with benny for some reason

[the-bo1ter]

B B B BENNIE AND THE JETS

[batsydoodle]

Love taking a look at the characterization of Bruce depending on who he's shipped with. Like we can all agree a batjoke Bruce and a superbat Bruce are kinda two completely different guys right?

I like batjokes but we gotta agree that to make it work bruce has to get a LOT more deranged. And that's good. I like it

[bendoodle]

How does one turn off reblogs and replies on a post because I'm so fucking tired of people putting in their two cent about the whole clown design pumpkin panic debacle that's been resolved like ages ago

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Wizard101 Fan Comic: Spiraling into Insanity

Our honest reaction to the Krokopatra fight.

(I took psychic damage drawing panel 5)

[honey-crypt]

benny in the walmart parking lot... he’s in the walmart parking lot because he got banned so beau ( @fuerrziah's farmer ) or cupid ( @chimerasmune's farmer ) has to leave them in the car whenever they go.... oh, how did benny get banned from walmart? well, the store manager wasn't a fan that they kept "picking the locks" (magic-ing) off stuff like formula and medicine. benny will break into walmart again, mark their words ( for you, @hallejr )

[complementary-oxymorons]

extremely haunted by the fact that mimosa is a textbook f*mboy but i really really do not like the sociocultural implications of that term so im just going to. sit with it. forever

[gobspeaks]

Bennett has had his friendship at nearly 10 for like a week now and he is really dragging his feet to the finish line here

[professionaljester]

companion Amelia AU be like

[pedrostylez]

Dare

Summary: Will dares you and Frankie to have sex

Rating: 18+ please control your experience on this platform

Word Count: 1.9k words

Warnings: dare to have sex, love/hate relationship, drinking, fingering, hand job for a second, piv w/o condom (don't do that), some praise, dirty talk I guess

A/N: Just something quick to get those writing vibes flowing. I've been struggling to write some and Frankie is a comfort character so...I've literally not edited it don't hate me.

You and Frankie had never gotten along, as far as you were concerned. 

But here and now, it didn’t seem to matter. With his hand sliding up your thigh, your eyes wide and staring into his asking silently if it was okay with both of you, you couldn’t think about how just earlier that evening you were arguing with him about “which cheap beer was better”. 

And you thought that it was clear that you mutually didn’t like each other, with how often the two of you argued. 

It was a stupid dare, that you weren’t going to back out on; and it didn’t seem like Frankie was either. 

“C’mon, you’re telling me you haven’t even thought about it?” Benny had called from across the table, squishing Frankie into the corner of the booth, you on the other side with Santiago to your right. 

You both had scoffed in unison, one of you rolling your eyes and the other shaking their head. “I know the type of girl she is.” Frankie had babbled loudly, irking you. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You spit back, taking a sip of your cocktail, courtesy of Will. 

Frankie had leaned forward, shrugging his shoulders at you. “Too stuck up, for me.” 

Santiago had sucked air in through his teeth harshly, knowing Frankie would regret saying that. As if you hadn’t been friends with Santiago the longest out of all of them, able to tag along and fit into the group relatively seamlessly because of your childhood friend turned military advisor. As if everyone but Frankie had gotten to know you to the point that you were able to spend time with all of them separately. “C’mon now, Fish that not–”

“I think,” Will interrupts, clearly more drunk than the rest of the group. “They are secretly attracted to each other.”

Now you groaned out loud, blood rushing and hiding your face in your drink to where you gulp instead of sip. Benny laughs, elbowing Frankie. “That true?” 

“No! Fuck no–”

“I dare you to have sex with each other and not get attached!” Is Will’s final exclamation, before his eyes begin to droop and he’s suddenly resting his head on the table. Santiago clicks his tongue at him, shooting you an apology glance before sliding out of the booth. “Benny, let’s get him to the car.” 

And then suddenly you and Frankie were alone, staring at each other and mulling over what Will had said. Somehow Santiago had come rushing back saying he had to leave right then, it was urgent, and Benny was driving Will home. 

Frankie had glanced at you and offered you a ride home since you had originally come with Will and Benny. And what you had thought would be awkward was more peaceful, Frankie’s steady eyes not leaving the road as if he had nothing to drink at all. 

But what confused you more is how neither of you discussed what Will had said, had only let Frankie into your apartment, and were now hands on legs deep into each other. “We don’t have to go through with it.” Frankie husks, snapping you out of your own thoughts. 

You find yourself shaking your head no, without considering more. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

You can hear Frankie breath steadily out, his fingers squeezing into the thickness of your thigh. “It’s just a dare.” He laughs, eyebrows raising as his eyes look down to where his hand is. 

“If…if you don’t want to–”

“I didn’t say that.” He rushes out, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours. “Didn’t say that at all.”

You hum, letting your tongue slip out to lick at your dry lower lip and his eyes hone in on it, tilting his head one way and then the other and lightly pressing his lips to yours. 

It’s quick–nothing to write home about. But the shock of it pushes both of your heads back to stare at each other, frozen in time for only a second before colliding back together in a frenzy of teeth and tongue and heavy breathing. 

And maybe its the swim of your brain from that cocktail, or the smell of the cheap beer on Frankie’s breath, but you feel heat drifting down from your face to your stomach, creeping lower and lower. 

Frankie’s hands feel like a fire on a winter’s night, sliding up and down your legs until they find home on your hips, pulling you toward him. Seating you on his lap, groaning into your mouth, he moves your hips just once so you can feel him hardening beneath you. 

“Baby–” It’s practically a whine, coming from his lips and puffing against yours before he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You squeak when his hands move to your ass, pulling you closer, closer, closer until you’re flush against him. 

You lean away even though he tries to follow, laughing a little and seeing his eyes open when he realizes how desperate he looks. He begins to blush, his lips lifting into a smirk when you lean far enough back that you can lift your shirt over your head. 

You might care that your bra and underwear don’t match, or that they aren’t even your good ones, if you liked Frankie, but you don’t. You might even care that his eyes widen in lust at the sight of your chest in his face, or how his hands drift up to touch you, but you don’t…right?

Your breath comes heavier as he touches you, his thumbs brushing against your nipples over your bra and you close your eyes at the feeling. Hands in his hair, knocking off his hat that he always seems to be wearing, it seems to jolt him to lift you, flipping your positions and practically tossing you on to your own couch. 

You look up at him, shocked at the speed of his movements, his own shirt flying across your living room and his fingers unbuttoning his pants. “Take ‘em off.” He nods to you, your own hands finding the zipper of your jeans and sliding them down your thighs like his hands had earlier. 

He groans when he sees your underwear, green flowers littering the fabric that embarrasses you momentarily before he’s on his knees, his boxers taunt around his growing member. You lift your hips when his fingers begin tugging on the fabric, quick but gentle sliding down your legs to your ankles to drop your panties to the floor. 

He’s slower when he brings his fingers back up, tickling at your knees to encourage them apart, eyes locked with yours when his fingers reach the apex of your thighs and slide to where he somehow knows it will be wet. 

You bite your lip in anticipation, the calluses on his fingers spreading you apart just enough to touch your clit, jolting your teeth deeper into your lip to where you taste blood. Frankie leans forward, pressing a kiss to your breast before enveloping your nipple again and swirling his tongue just so.

A gasp escapes your lips, watching him, feeling his fingers, overcome with the want to touch him too. You attempt to reach him, pushing at the elastic band and bringing your foot up to push them down further, his cock springing up against his lower stomach. Your fingers barely brush him, a moan vibrating against your chest at the feel of you, and you’re able to barely wrap a hand around him from the awkward angle. 

You pump slowly, matching the pace of his fingers circling your clit, only speeding up when he lets them drift down to press one finger into you. He pulls away from your chest, eyes coming up to yours to say, “You’re sucking just the one in, how are you going to take me?”

It’s then that you raise your eyebrows, muttering out, “Magic.” That makes a full blown smile spread across his face, a quick laugh shared before he’s gently pulling his hand away from you to position himself. 

A tense silence falls between you, your eyes watching the head of his cock weeps against your hole before he presses forward, just a couple inches, his eyes shooting up to your face to watch your jaw drop. 

You moan “More, Frankie.” to encourage him, his hips canting toward you and his hands pressing into the cushions by your head. It’s a cage around you, your own holding your legs apart and his hips stilling once he’s fully seated. 

Deep breaths and a groan, his chest is slick with sweat from him holding back before you nod at him. He takes his cue to begin a slower pace, angling his hips up at the end, the hair at the base of him rubbing against your clit deliciously. 

You let go of one leg to hold on to his shoulder instead, your nails digging into his skin so harshly he hisses. He picks up speed, grabbing your hand that is locked on his shoulder and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to the knuckles, resting your palm against his chest. “So fucking good.” He breathes, looking down to where you both connect and groaning. “How do you feel this good?”

You wonder if he’s actually asking, or if he’s talking to himself, but you can’t answer because he lets his hand drift to your center again to feel how to pumps in and out of you. It’s intoxicating, the press of his hips, the way his fingers glide around until the find home on your clit again, circling tightly. 

You cry out, unexpected to feel so good so quickly, bringing your eyes to his. “Frankie, I–”

“I want to feel it.” He says darkly, his eyes closing for a moment before looking back down again. “Want to see you squeeze me. Go on, baby.”

It isn’t much longer until you come, nails digging into his chest where he left your hand, head thrown back to expose your neck for him. He leans forward, continuing his hips and fingers and pressing delicate kisses to your skin. He encourages and pushes through, losing himself to his own words and pulling out abruptly, finishing on your stomach. 

You both breathe harshly together, his eyes on his spend dripping down your skin before locking with yours. He’s waiting for you to say something, not wanting to be the first. 

“Well…” you clear your throat, unable to pull your knees together still, fully exposed to each other. “That was–”

“Amazing.” He finishes, resting his hand gently on your leg again. It’s not the same heat as it was before, but comforting all the same. “It was amazing.”

You nod, agreeing. “Amazing.”

When he’s satisfied with your answer, he goes to stand. His knees crack as he stands to his full height, walking blindly through your living room and without asking, finds your bathroom. You hear the water running, standing up yourself as he walks back down the hall, a rag in hand.

The fabric is warm as he presses it against your skin, wiping away his spend from your stomach. “That was some dare Will had, huh?” He chuckles, keeping his eyes on his working hands. 

You give a light giggle, nodding. “Yeah, some dare.”