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Jason with a Mantis s/o (Marvel/Marve Rivals)

Just tickles me brain

-☮️ anon

Ah yes, Jason Todd, complex trauma-induced rage wrapped up in a stew of PTSA and emotional constipation x empath with emotional manipulation powers.

It has the potential to be a very good, or a very messed-up relationship. A mix of both.

Whatever way, it’s a very meaty concept.

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I’m a bit shy to ask you the question.. but do you think that J’onn is a freak during intimacy? I mean that guy is from Mars, and I know for a fact that when they are intimate that is the freakiest thing ever.. of what do you think?🙂‍↔️😼

Proud of you for overcoming your nerves! 💖 So long as you're not overstepping the boundaries set out in my rules, then you words are welcome. I try to cultivate this blog as a safe space for all!

Oohhh, we’ve talked a little about J’onn before.

Personally, I'm in two minds, because I like the idea of martians essentially fucking with their brains (for lack of a better term). Maybe there's a mix, he can shift himself a dick to satiate your human bodily urges, while simultaneously linking with your mind. Euphoria all round.

The other part of me thinks about all the other things J’onn could shift into, or give himself, wink wink, y’know?

But if you were thinking of something else, I am all ears, sweetness.

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I have come to the Guy Gardener Expert (Guy Gardener Guru? I want it to alliterate but I don’t know a g word being expert) with a take I have on this awful man (endearing)

This man strikes me as the type to help you workout, make sure your muscles are sore and just do not work because I know damn well this is a man that uses the “do the set until failure and/or as many reps as possible” method for everything… and then he would instigate wrestling or play fighting leading to sex. He knows you’re going to lose, and you’re going to lose bad. I don’t think he would be mean about it though, I think he’d be more like “see this is why we consistently work out, so way day you CAN actually beat me”. Like, he’d be encouraging to you, and he’d probably be at least a little sweet if moving into any position makes your muscles sore, but you also know in the moment that this man is bullshitting you because you know that you’re not going to be able to beat him post workout because your limbs feel like jello, and you know he knows this because of the way he’s grinning… but he’s Guy so he gets a pass.

And as a little footnote since you’re also the Slade Wilson Whisperer (hell yeah that one works): he’d be similar but he’d be so mean and evil about it. Like “I thought I trained you better than this” mean and disappointed about it. He also probably wouldn’t care about muscle soreness because “you just worked out, of course you’re sore. No, I’m not changing positions, if you can’t hold the position, I’ll just hold you up.

I like Guru, but if you don’t other options could be Genius or guide. Whatever you go for, be careful or you might make me blush and/or give me a big head ☺️

I like this a lot, but even at Guys size and ability, if he’s working out properly he will also be jello by the time he’s done.

So like, maybe he’s doing PT as a favour to you, and totally not so he can check you out while you’re doing leg curls and fly exercises.

Those are the days where he works you to the bone until you’re limp and sore and grateful when he finally pins you starts massaging your aching muscles.

So sore you can’t do anything but pur and moan and giggle as he takes advantage of you.

Or maybe you work out together, and he changes the weigh on each machine everytime you swap over for each set.

Then when you both collapse on your bed, sweaty and broken, he’s just as fucked as you.

But that doesn’t stop him rolling into his side, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and face, heavy hands wandering your body as you try and fail to bat him off. Not that you’re trying all too hard. Not that you could if you wanted to.

And Slade? You’re so right. He would, and he’d be such an ass. Pushing you past your limits, working you until he knows you’ve gone too far, then taking such a sadistic joy in teasing you about it.

And this way you’re not just a limp little dolly, practically paralysed as he uses you.

No, this way he knows you’ve gone feel everything, and what’s more, it hurts.

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Okay hear me out....... Guy Gardner former bully but with a nerd reader who he used to bully like the thought just popped into my mind cause like the reader probably would have been his perfect target to bully back when they were younger i.e. shy smart a huge dork probably a teachers pet and probably didn't really know how to defend themselves against him so they just took it but now in the future when they meet up reader has absolutely just had a glow up I can imagine them becoming either a scientist or in the tech business kinda like iron man or reed richards as a superhero probably used their rage towards being bullied as a motivator to prove the people who looked down on them wrong by becoming successful and rich and well known probably has multiple PhD's (overcompensating much are we my dear) but mix that in with some office siren vibes LIKE DO YOU SEE THE VISION I SEE OR NO ????? Like I can imagine them meeting again when their both superheroes and guy hitting on them cause like whoa hey there 😏 but then the reader is just having absolutely none of it especially with the hell he probably put them through even funnier to imagine if guy actually doesn't recognize them at first because of how much they've changed I imagine the reader probably changed most of their appearance so as not to be reminded of their younger self who they see as weak but they probably still wear glasses even as an adult like would guy recognize them when they meet up or no it'd be such a slow burn of guy reluctantly winning them over after a long while and reader slowly starting to grow fond of him and forgive him for his past transactions like this dynamic has been consuming me so much honestly I also just know the reader has to be one smart woman/person/man imagine them yapping to guy about whatever invention/theory I picture it like the audio of https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSk3VpQse/ like he's absolutely not listening at all but just goes along with whatever their saying

‘Hear me out’, and ‘Guy Gardner’ don’t belong in the same sentence, not on this blog. This is a Guy Gardner appreciation zone lmao

And we’ve touched on former Bully!Guy x Bullied!Reader before X X X X X

With very much the same tone of the reader wanting nothing to do with him, but warming to him over time.

So, I see the vision!

And you’re welcome to interpret/imagine/write the dynamic however you want, but one of my most favourite parts of that dynamic is Guy bullying as way of flirting. Like, thinking the readers is in on but actually their feelings really are hurt. One of those old wives tales come true; He’s mean to you because he likes you. 💚💚💚

But that also means when they’re reunited he’s a little bit dumb founded that the reader is so cold towards him. “I thought we were just having fun!?” “Maybe you were having fun, I was living a nightmare!”

Also, — [link from ask]

Lego movie has its faults but I love it, and it’s a wealth of memes.

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Still no context 💖💖💖

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Stoner Boyfriend

TW: Drug use/Coercion, Implied Non/Dubcon, Manipulation. Part 2

The moment you open the door to his apartment, the thick stench of weed punches you in the lungs. Bass-heavy music thrums through your skull, loud enough to make your ears ring, the vibrations leaving you dizzy before you’ve even taken a sip. You shove through the crowd of half-familiar faces—red-eyed, laughing strangers who part just enough to let you through—until you find him.

Your boyfriend.

The kind of man who lives to get you fucked up beyond belief.

He blows smoke directly into your face, grinning when you cough, chasing the burn with a kiss that tastes like ash and bad decisions. "C’mon, baby, don’t be like that," he murmurs, pressing the blunt to your lips until you take a drag. He doesn’t let you pull away until it’s down to the roach.

The vodka comes next—sharp and cheap, poured down your throat with a rough tilt of your chin. "Don’t be a killjoy," he laughs, but his eyes are dark, impatient. He revels in this: watching your pupils blow wide, your limbs go limp, and your words slur into nothing.

By the time you collapse onto the couch, you’re barely conscious. A drooling mess. Vulnerable.

That’s when he finally kicks everyone out.

"Gotta take care of my girl," he lies smoothly, ushering his friends toward the door with slaps on the back and promises of next time. The second the lock clicks, the party-boy charm drops like a mask.

Now it’s just you—sprawled limp across the cushions—and him, staring down at you with a hunger that has nothing to do with the drugs.

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happy ten year arkham knight anniversary to all who celebrate 🥰

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Your opinions on human target ? They did my boy guy so dirty there 😭

OMG yes.

I loved reading it. I loved the way it paid homage to like 1950s noir, and the UPA-esque art was STUN-NING.

But boy did they fuck up and fuck with my Guy. It's touchin when we see him care so deeply for Tora, but the level of possessiveness displayed was unhinged and and unhealthy.

This from the man who taught a planet at war that you don't have to agree with each other, you don't have to want the same things, but you have to be respectful and violence is not the answer to disagreements.

Stop the Guy Gardner slander agenda, please 💔

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bro I’m rereading tom Taylor’s run and I forgot how much i loved it, like what do you mean in the first comic Damian knocks out Bruce, dabs and then goes to play with the bat computer like💀

I love when Damian is a bratty tbh. Not cause he's got money or anything, just cause he knows what he wants and he'll get it by any means.

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What Dc propaganda do you not fall for

DC Propaganda:

Terra manipulated Slade. Terra deserved it. (Justice for my girl Terra)

Bruce Wayne is a bad dad.

Clark Kent doesn’t (eventually) see Kon as his own.*

Mera and Diana haven’t fucked at least once.

Captain Cold and Heatwave haven’t fucked at least once.

Guy Gardner is a bad boyfriend.

Jason Todd is ugly (He is grotesque but beautiful like Frankenstein’s Creature, not ugly).

Randal Savage isn’t bi.

Ra’s Al Ghul isn’t bi.

Savage and Ra’s haven’t fucked at least once.

Big Barda and Mr Miracle are soldiers, not survivors.

“Feral” Damian/Depictions of him and Talia that adhere to so very problematic racial stereotypes.

Steph viewing Bruce as a father figure (he’s more of an annoying uncle)

The infantilisation of Tim Drake.

Joker is the best Batman Villain.

Booster Gold is lame.

DC Fandom propaganda:

Barry Allen is boring.

*Clark hate for needing time and space to process before accepting Kon into his life.

Roy Harper not being t-total, and just being okay and normal with drugs and alcohol (post rehab)

James Gunn is ruining DC.

Harley Quinn the Animated Series is bad.

WFA is bad.

“Feral” Damian.

(There will never be a new/next Batman but) Cass not being the next Batman.

(I will also accept Tim Drake but only if Cass can’t/wont become The Bat.)

Womaniser/confident with women Jason Todd. (Excluding Arkham Knight Jason)

Jason is really good at dealing with his mental health/PTSD, so good in fact that he lectures the Bat family about how to do the same.

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THE GREN SCORPION ONEE I swear it makes me go ferallllllll

Fr just wanna lick that thing

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reading through your blog is always such a delight, your vibes are so bright/sunny/warm! hope you’re having a good day!

Oh my gosh thank you, I'm glad you feel that way. I try heard to maintain this blog as a space for positivity <3

I hope you're have/having a wonderful day too! <3333

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what the heck does "ᴀᴍᴀʟɢᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ" mean? I googled it and it brought me to Wattpad... I mean, I trust your choice in words, I just want to be able to use it in a sentence to befuddle my siblings.

-👙

Probably brought up Wattpad cause of the font :)

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ꜰᴛ. ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ, ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, ᴋʏʟᴇ ʀᴀʏɴᴇʀ, ʀᴏʏ ʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ, & ᴡᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀʟɢᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

ᴅɪᴄᴋ – ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ! ᴛᴡ: ꜰᴇʀᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ (ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ/ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ)

After months at it like horny rabbits, a feat you didn’t think possible considering Dick’s baseline libido, it had seemed like an impossible task. You’d long since given up trying, at least until the fertility treatment appointment Bruce has dropped big bucks on, which wasn’t for a few more weeks.

It’s why you didn’t get your hopes up when your period didn’t come as expected. It’s why you didn’t reach for a pregnancy test straight away, why Dick didn’t push the subject. Neither of you wanted to deal with the sting of disappointment that the inevitably negative test would administer.

At least that’s what you’d thought the mutually agreed up status would be. When you emerge from the en-suite, limbo status pee stick in hand, Dick keeps his head down, but you see his stormy blue eyes, peeking out from under his dark locks, his yearning clear as day. It breaks your heart as you picture his face in 10 minutes' time, the same look of disappointment, of grief you’d seen too many times before, plastered on his face, only adding to your own feelings of pain and inadequacy.

But at the same time, it’s Dick who makes you feel better when you’re low, so you climb into the bed beside him and curling up in his arms. Eyes closed, focused only on the soothing fluctuation of his chest and the feel of his lips against your forehead.

“Hey, baby.” Dicks voice stirs you. You’re not sure if you’d been sleeping for a while or if you’d just started to doze but your eyes feel heavy as you look up at your partner. He’s trying to keep a straight face, but the corners of his eyes are creased in a way you recognise as his attempt to hide a smile, and you have to remind yourself not to expect anything. “Look.”

Something shifts in your peripheral, Dick is waving the test back and forth to grab your attention, but the movement makes it hard to read the test window until you reach out to grab it from him.

Two lines.

Two beautiful, beautiful lines.

“We’re…”

He finally cracks, lips twisting into a genuine, sunny smile. One you’d missed wholeheartedly. It doesn’t leave his lips as he presses it to your face, over and over, words marred as he smothers you with his affections. “We’re gonna have to give you a new nickname, cause we’re having a baby, baby!”

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ – ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ. ᴛᴡ: ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ.

There isn’t even a hint of irony or humour in his face. He’s stone-cold serious. More than 200 lbs of muscle, scar tissue, and don’t-fuck-with-me- face, standing in front of you with an unopened pregnancy test.

“You can’t be serious.” He doesn’t falter at your dismissal, position and face held firm even as you roll your eyes and attempt to gently bat the box away. “I think I’d know if I was pregnant.”

“Would you?” The stern look on his face finally waivers, making way for a cocked brow and a teasing smirk. He can be so smug sometimes; Thinks he knows you better than you know yourself.

You might regret giving him an inch, but you concede, slightly. “Okay, maybe I wouldn’t know know, but I’d have a hunch.”

“Yeah? Well, I have a hunch.” He fires back, following close behind you as you attempt to walk away. Right on your heels until you collapse on the couch. “Humour me.”

“A hunch based on what?” You ask as he joins you, lifting your legs to make space for himself before letting them fall back down onto his lap.

“Well…” Milky eyes land on your breasts just long enough to make a point before they trail back down your body, stopping at your ankles, which admittedly have been giving you trouble recently. When he pressed his thumb hard into its joints and starts to massage them, you don’t complain, but you’re not willing to admit defeat just yet. “You’ve been… swelling, and you’ve been peeing a lot. Weird things make you nauseous, things you used to like.”

Of course, you’ve noticed these things too, but when he starts listing them back-to-back like this you can’t deny that his case is might just be a teensy bit compelling.

“You’re tired all the time, and I’m pretty sure you’re-”

“Okay, fine.” You yield, playfully glaring at him as you grab the box from the coffee table where he’d placed it before joining you. “I’ll take the test, but when I’m right, and I will be, you have to go to the store and buy me ice cream.”

“Random food cravings, that's also a sign.” Before you bite back he already raises his arms in surrender, a cheeky, boyish laugh rolling off his tongue under the burn of your glare until you close the bathroom door behind you.

Jason can be quite the sore loser when his stake is high enough, but he’s always been a surprisingly gracious, if quietly complacent, winner. You know this, as you sheepishly exit the bathroom 20 minutes later, positive test in hand.

You’re not quite sure what you’d expected to find upon your emergence, but Jason, grinning ear to ear, ice cream and a copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting in hand is certainly a sight you could get used to.

ᴋʏʟᴇ – ᴍoᴍᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ.

He’s clueless. Tired as a worn-out rag, as he drags his feet around the apartment. He’s greeted you with a cheery smile, and a long-awaited smooch, undoubtedly happy to be home and with you once again. But Lantern business is arduous, and while his heart might be all in on being home, his brain certainly isn’t switched on.

“I can do all that for you.” You volunteer, watching closely as he boils the kettle, tries to undress, and attempts to unpack what he can, but he’s having none of it.

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.” He reassures you, love in his eyes as he blinks slow and sleepily at you, tasks at hand almost forgotten. “I- um- you- you rest. I’m home now, so um- so you don’t have to do everything around here.”

With his attention on you for a moment, you try to avert his gaze downward to the growing bump in your belly, or your t-shirt which states; ‘MOMMY TO BE’ in big, bold, colourful font, but the kettle starts to sing before he comprehends anything, and he’s turns away from you all too soon.

“You do everything all over the universe.” You point out as you join him at the counter, retrieving two mugs for him to fill. “I don’t see why you should have to do everything around here too. Not yet, anyway.”

“Not yet?” He questions slowly, eying you confused, following your hands as you smooth them down your shirt before resting your palms against your stomach. “Mommy to be.”

He reads your shirt aloud, slowly sounding out each syllable before repeating, “Mommy. Momm-eee… Wait, you’re gonna be a mommy?”

Already his drowsy eyes are several inches wider, his mouth agape, curling into a wide grin as you nod. “You’re gonna be a mommy, which means I’m gonna be a dad? Me! A daddy!?”

“Yes!” Clutching your hands tight and bringing them to his chest.

“Oh, this is the best news! This is amazing! I love you so much.” Kyle is the first to start jumping up and down, newfound energy now coursing through his body, but you follow his lead soon after, briefly. All that hopping can't be good for the baby after all.

ʀᴏʏ – ᴘɪɴᴄʜ ᴍᴇ.

Telling Roy became more of a spectacle than you’d hoped. Despite all your best efforts to play things cool, you could feel their eyes on you across the table. Roy’s, Dinah’s, Ollie's. Every glance might seem totally innocuous to any onlookers, but you could see the curiosity behind every prolonged stare and quirked lip as you declined alcohol, and coffee, and coke. Who knew there were so many boundaries on what pregnant people should and shouldn’t eat. No eggs, no poultry, no cheese, no fish.

Obviously, you couldn’t have known that Roy would have succeeded in his long-standing purpose to knock you up when you’d agreed to dinner with the soon-to-be in-laws, but man, had you known, you’d have declined.

At least then you wouldn’t be sweating like a sinner as you try to stomach the only thing on the menu that meets all your new dietary requirements. They're some of the smartest people you know, surely they can tell.

“So,” Dinah starts, and you can feel yourself unraveling. “Are you-”

“Yes! Yes, fine, I’m pregnant.” The word vomit escapes you under the mounting pressure before you even think them through, and you realise very quickly, as you process the barrage of wide, confused eyes staring at you, that your confession may have been unnecessary.

“I was going to ask if you’re enjoying your food.” Dinah clarifies, smiling as her eyes find Roy’s over the table. “But congratulations, how exciting.”

“That is great news. I think another round is in order, don’t you Di? Lemonade all round!” Ollie continues, and you nod and smile politely, but really, your energy is focused on Roy, who hasn’t moved an inch or said a word since your impromptu announcement.

His expression gives nothing away, and his eyes don’t even land on you until he feels the palm of your hand drape over the top of his. “Roy, are you okay? I thought you'd be excited.”

You thought he’d be happier. He’s been begging for this for months, but you have to strain your eyes when he finally speaks up, forest green eyes detached as he whispers. “Pinch me.”

“What?”

“Pinch me.” He repeats, and the relief floods through you as you watch his lips crack into a triumphant smile. Unadulterated joy flooding his face all at once as he grabs both your arms and pulls you closer. “This is the best thing to happen since Lian was born!”

ᴡᴀʟʟʏ – ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ. ᴛᴡ: ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ.

“Open up I gotta take a leak.” Your husband calls from the other side of the wood that separates you, stirring you from your disoriented train of thought.

As a couple, you’d been trying for a baby ever since you’d tied the knot, but now that it’s really happening, the reality of the situation has hit you like a ton of bricks. A baby. A real flesh and blood child, a fragile little being who will be reliant on you, who will look to you for guidance and for, well, everything.

“You good?” Wally shouts again, this time knocking on the door, stopping your descent into internal panic before it happens again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You lie, shoving the cap back on the test before hiding it in your back pocket, opening the door, and greeting Wally with a smile that even you know doesn’t reach your eyes.

He smiles back at you, but his gaze lingers on your expression, those emerald irises seemingly looking right through you, but the pressure in his bladder must win out because he doesn’t follow you as you swap places, and the sound of his zipper fills your ears before the door is even closed.

You barely make it downstairs before the telltale rush of wind that signifies his presence hits you, however. He’s waiting for you on the couch by the time you reach it, bottom lip between his teeth and he looks at you with big sad eyes.

Before you can even ask him what’s wrong, he pipes up; “So, when where you gonna tell me?”

He looks as troubled as you feel, but apparently for different reasons.

“Tell you what…” You trail off as you clock it; the pink plastic stick that has been in your pocket now twirls deliberately between Wally’s anxiously animated fingers. “Of course I was, I just needed a little time to process first.”

When Wally talks-faster-than-he-runs West has nothing to say, you know there’s something wrong. There is rarely silence between you, and while you’ve never felt the need to justify anything to the man you love, you do feel an itch to make some noise, so you keep talking. “It’s just, I know I should be happy, and I am! I’m just also, scared. You know?”

In an instant, the concern etched into his features melts, replaced by the sunshine you’d come to love; his freckles shifting under the stretch of a smile. Your own tense muscles relaxing at the sound of his laugh. “Of course you’re scared, I'm scared too” Having kids is terrifying!”

“Yeah?” You ask quietly, feeling silly for getting so in your head about the situation.

“Yeah!” Wally replies. You watch as he starts to stand before disappearing from view, and reappearing right behind you, arms wrapped tight around your torso, bringing you in for a hug. His lips are soft against the back of your neck as he nuzzles into you. “But we’re gonna be scared together, right, Momma?”

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IPHONE NO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!! 😂🙃