#it's going to be a brainworm for a bit i think

[onyxluvjiro]

Bro if you don’t write more of those beautiful ideas and headcanons about Mac, Imma lose it. Please write more of it if that’s alright with you. 🫶🏻

I have a virus in my brain and it’s full of just MAC. My fav enby computer nerd.

It’s never explicitly stated why mac uses a wheelchair, for the sake of my headcannon, they’re an ambulatory wheelchair user ! (meaning they don’t always have to use it/ can walk but has a disability that prevents them from walking too much/too often). and they have a pussy in the fic !

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Mac hasn’t thought about the idea of you being dominant within this relationship during sex, so when you bring it up, they are hesitant at first. But after a few discussions, a few boundaries set, they soon find out how good it feels to just let go and let someone else do all the work.

so here you have them, ass up with your cock/strap pressed deep into their pussy, drool soaking the spot right under their mouth. you never knew mac could be so whiney and pathetic.

Hand tangled in their short hair, tugging their head back a bit, only to earn a set of high pitched squeals slipping from their mouth. Under any other circumstance your computer being so whiney would be an issue, but oh god it’s so fucking hot.

“feels so good.”

You hear them slur their words due to pleasure, little noises of “ah- ah- ah-“ punched out each time you thrust into them. God they’re absolutely dripping, cunt soaking your cock/the strap on, dribbling down your thigh and staining your sheets, paired with a thick cream at the base of your cock/dildo.

“please, gonna cum ! can i cum please.”

You hear them whine out, and with that your hand reaches around to their front, finding the pert bud of their clit, pinching it before rubbing circles on it. You didn’t think Mac could get any whinier, any more pathetic, but they do, toes curled as their body goes stiff, creaming so deliciously around you.

Though you don’t still your thrusting, not yet, having prior knowledge of how much they love to be wrecked and overstimulated, your hips and fingers continue to attack their most sensitive spots until they cum again and again.

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The brainworms speak to me, tell me to overstim and fuck mac speechless. 😵‍💫 so yeah… they love to be overstimulated,, that’s it, that’s the headcannon/fic lol

[mangosteen]

[starry-bi-sky]

im dedicating this to @detectivedarling. i felt inspired after seeing their little ficlet yesterday sadhjfl 🫶

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Danny's grip on his cane tightens.

"What—"

His voice cracks. He stops, clears it, then tries again in spite of the nausea twisting in his gut. "What are — you, uh, watching, Bruce?" He sounds horribly far away.

Bruce doesn't look at him, his attention laser-focused on the screen. Which is— fine. It's usually not a problem, Bruce gets like that when he hyper-focuses on a case, and unless it's urgent — or he's been at it for hours — Danny sees no need to pull him away from it. He likes the quiet camaraderie they have, it's companionable and unique to the two of them.

He wishes he was right now though. Looking at him, that is.

That way he wasn't watching what was clearly one of Danny's ghost fights. One of the nastier ones, if the collateral damage and rubble on the street is of any indication.

Danny tries to remember which one that is. He shuffles a little closer to the desk, ignoring the rock in his stomach or the ugly weightlessness in his arms. It's not the blood blossoms, that much he knows. He just recently had an injection so it shouldn't be bothering him this soon—

So it's just nerves. Perfect.

Most footage of his fights are— messy, at best. Unusable at worst. Amity Park was obsessed with appearing 'normal' when they first started happening, and typical news stations censor the worst of the fights anyways for publishing, since they can get pretty gory at times. And ghosts move too fast to be caught on regular standard cameras, not including distance and light and—

That is to say— finding usable ghost fight videos is hard.

Danny wonders how Bruce got his hands on this one, and then stops wondering.

The audio is muted, which is - good. Good, because the fight is ugly and chaotic and clearly this was taken on someone's phone. Fuck, he can't remember if he ever saw that before — clearly not. They're hiding behind an overturned car, and Danny grits his teeth so he doesn't tell that idiot to run.

The camera turns up, and focuses on two figures in the air. It takes a few seconds, but when it does, Danny gets hit with a wave of vertigo. His grip tightens and he leans heavily on his cane, he waits for the black dots to disappear.

He- uh, he remembers this fight now. Uh, sort of.

He remembers being twelve at the time, and he remembers some of the injuries he got out of it. His eyelid spasms abruptly. This ghost wasn't one of his regulars, so he doesn't remember whatever name they had, barely remembered what they looked like up until- uh. Now.

Was he always that small? Well— Phantom's never been particularly big, perks of being a dead kid, but— it's - different. Seeing it from an outsider perspective. Was he that small? Or is it just because he's wearing a jumpsuit clearly too big for him that casts the illusion of being small?

Doesn't really - matter. Now. He can't access his ghost form, and he already knows the answers to his appearance.

Phantom is clearly bleeding, viscous and violently green like the bubbles of a lava lamp, clutching onto a limp shoulder that's missing an arm from the elbow down. Half his face is drenched in similar blood, the eye on the drenched side is closed — not because he can't see through the ectoplasm.

Danny's memories of that fight slowly come in a bit clearer. Right. He took a pole to the eye in that one. That had - hurt. A lot. Getting an eye gouged out usually does. It and the missing arm took hours to grow back.

He rubs his eye with his palm for no other reason than it itches.

The other ghost isn't untouched of any injury either, but he's not in a state of dismemberment like Phantom is.

Danny drops his gaze down at Bruce, whose sitting in his chair with his hands threaded together, looking so tense that Danny half expects to meet solid steel if he were to touch his back. His face is - blank. Terribly blank, with an intensity in his eyes that Danny doesn't see often.

He looks terribly distressed.

He opens his mouth, and finds that nothing comes out. His throat is thick with an ugly, tar-like feeling that makes his eyes sting. Kinda reminds him of when someone wraps their hands around your throat and presses. He closes his mouth, then tries again.

"B—" hhhhhh, "Buzz."

Finally Bruce looks at him, one hand slaps the space button on the keyboard, and the video pauses. His expression doesn't shift, but there's a weight in the lines of his face that reminds Danny of a set of weights sagging.

He looks quite like he's grieving something.

Bruce opens his mouth, his voice comes out terribly soft and heartbroken: "He looks like you."

Which is— a terrifying sentence in and of itself. One that makes Danny's legs shake and ignite his ragged, poison-chewed nerves alight with the need to run. An instinctive urge to deny, deny, deny.

How could he? He could say, that's a ghost, Bruce. I'm not a ghost. He could crack a joke, and ask, 'do I look dead to you?' or say something about how he knows that his parents studied ghosts, but that didn't make him one.

He could say that, and he could say it knowing full well that Bruce would see right through it. He'd probably let Danny too.

Danny closes his eyes. They sting, you see? So does his nose, right in the back like someone popped him in the face. And his throat is thick and gross and like someone stuck a spider, the big fat tarantula kind, right down into his esophagus.

He breathes in — through his mouth, because his nose stings and so it'd be best not to irritate it further with air — and it's terribly shaky and uneven. But it clears a pathway to his lungs big enough for him to say — whisper, really:

"You know, I think you're the first person to notice that."

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

(end of bad’s Acceptance vod, about 1:48:30)

no but im never going to be normal again. LOOK at this. look. IMMEDIATELY before this he gave a whole miserable speech at the graveyard about how much he misses the kids and how he wants them to come home. He was grieving so hard it started to rain. He cried while he sang to them. It was the perfect end to 5 days of grieving- and then he does this.

and the rain isnt about grief anymore- the thunder isnt a peaceful background to a heartbreaking scene. It is rage. the whole context changes. The storm raged on while he grieved like he raged during the Everything Else that happened (“there are a lot of federation workers on today. I need to interrogate them about some things” he said while he was following forever ALONE to distract him. he knew forever was fucked up and about to put more marriage pressure on him and for anyone else that would have been Terrifying. how could you focus on anything but that? but. bad was thinking about tormenting more federation workers)

i just!!!! its so good. its SO good its so scary its so good. bad hasnt accepted the loss of his children but he has accepted how far he will go to get them back. (he will do anything)

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[lady-ika]

🪻🔮

If happiness was a tangible thing, it would be you.

If you'd have told me the feeling you'd bring, I'd think it untrue.

And people search for a wonder like you all of their lives

You still amaze me after all this time.

🔮🪻

[whoblewboobear]

Yall finally got me with the j2jace brain worms. I want those twinks inside of each other. I want them both laying in bed fighting off the post nut clarity of the psychosexual implications of them sleeping together now. J2 wanting to talk about it and Jace shoving it deep down bc he JUST started to enjoy j2’s company instead of being jealous or offput by him.

Instead he just shuts j2 up by fucking him until he’s too far gone and the only word he can say is Jace. Real ego boost for the both of them too 💖

[ggghoulish]

gonna show yall my nerevarine soon !! cooking up some art. he’s ourple and nearly as old as Lumriel by conception

[chaseisglitched]

i desperately need a haircut oagh

[talentforlying]

i'm about to run off to class but i've been going positively apeshit about shakespeare for the last three hours so like: what shakespeare play would y'all most associate your muses with?? in terms of story themes, related aesthetics, character arcs/tropes, etc?? or see if i can assign them one that fits if you'd like, idk, i'm vibing

[lerios]

i love how i started out like "hehe rarepair time 🥰" when i was writing brax/romana/narvin and now somehow that has descended into writing brax/TORVALD/narvin lmao 🙃

[sysig]

How is skeleton shaped (Patreon)

[daz4i]

i gotta be productive but the brainworms are so strong that i genuinely can't (bc said productivity unfortunately requires brain power). hell on earth

[clownprince]

anyway just to make my stance absolutely clear: this blog is 100% NOT a safe space for b22 riddler haters

[purple-confusion]

Jedas propaganda bcs op doesnt have jedas propaganda but jedas deserves propaganda:

Picture with me that you are Jesus in 29AD picking out of a crowd of thousands a select twelve to be disciples, and you end up with one last slot to fill, but you already know who will fill the space.

You know he will herald your death, you know as soon as you call his name your days are numbered, you know you will watch in real time as the light in his eager eyes die as your Father in heaven hardens his heart against you. You know your bleeding heart longs nothing more than to reach him, and you are helpless watching the love and adoration he holds for you wither. You are helpless watching the both of you fall to your planned demises and your tongue is tied by divine will from warning him.

You at least know what will happen, you will have to witness him walk himself to death and despair while he is none the wiser. You pray in the garden for mercy, as you can already feel the sting of death awaiting you in only hours, but more than that you pray to your Father to at least be kind to your twelfth disciple when He claims his life into darkness, as he watches you kneeling in the dark, cold silver tucked in his belt and a kiss behind his teeth. Death follows the both of you, and only one of you comes back alive. Maybe the only wrong the lamb of God ever committed was to watch Judas fall with complicit awareness. Was it worth it? Does it matter? Are you sorry?

Tragic Ships Tournament Round 2

Propaganda under the cut!

Tenrose:

"Oh my god they're so. ugh. they mean literally everything to me. From the wiki: 'They frequently bring out the best in each other, supporting and uplifting the other person, comforting them, and sometimes just acting totally giddy to be in each other's presence. They both display their trust in the other person's capabilities on numerous occasions, and seem uncommonly matched.' HOW CUTE IS THAT 😭😭😭😭 . BRO HE LITERALLY SAYS I LOVE YOU TO HER AND THEN FLIES AWAY. OH MY GOD. BEING THE DOCTOR PREVENTS HIM FROM MAKING ACTUAL CONNECTION BUT THAT DOESNT STOP MY BOI. OGH AND ALSO " “I made my choice a long time ago. I'm never gonna leave you.” ROSE WTF"

Jedas:

"I don't know enough bible lore to explain but I was hoping someone who did could post propaganda for it in my stead but I NEED them in this tournament. They are perfect for it."

[piccadillyfool]

tag ramble lol nothing serious so keep walking