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lightningidle · 2 months
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Go campaign manager go!!
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suntails · 5 months
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a toast to your coffin
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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months
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In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.
But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.
Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.
His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.
And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.
From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.
#dc comics#captain marvel#dc captain marvel#shazam#billy batson#imaginary friend#imaginary friend au#Billy's great because you can give him the most buck wild adventures with the most self indulgent plots and it makes perfect sense#Batman and superman are out here having mental health crisis no.528 and marvels away having dance offs with gnomes#Billy would fit perfectly into gravity falls he really would#Anyway imaginary friend au is near and dear because it encapsulates that sort of safe fantasy for change and companion ship#And a protective imaginary friend brought to life is going to be just a fascinating character no matter what#And it's the perfect cover for non imaginary cap anyway. Why does he prioritise this kid over everything despite having never mentioned him#Imaginary friends always have to care for their creator! But you can't expect an imaginary friend to do your taxes!#Why is cap so eternally kind and bubbly and a bit childish? That's because his creator is a kid! Duh!#This particular imaginary friend just so happens to have encountered magic and is now real enough to play basketball with asteroids.#He's strong enough to match superman but it's fine he's got a child's heart and an unending protectiveness for humanity.#Just don't try anything with the kid or you're toast.#I love the jl needing to save/help Billy in some way and cap; who's practically the jls puppy mascot at this point#Is just shamelessly and unrepentantly possessive of Billy while being openly wrapped around his finger. Number one fan#Like 'he's the specialist boy and if you don't clap for him I'm going to blow this whole building up' type#Have you read Split on ao3 it's like that. Cap is the most unaffiliated person on the team and then bam Billy is number 1 priority 100%#Go read split if you haven't 10/10#Like it never crosses caps mind to hinder or harm Billy he is Devoted. Platonic God/worshipper except the deity in question is an 11yo#And the worshipper is the closest thing to a deity without being one you can get in dc.#But like a healthy relationship lmao.#It's a soul deep claim with total freedom on both sides and they teach each other love and they're the same person#AUGH
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toastedclownery · 3 months
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Tusks (or lack thereof) compilation
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the-iron-duck93 · 1 year
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elonomhblog · 13 days
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daily dose of pinterest
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amiination · 2 years
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Lil wave in his lil cave (bed) 🥰
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I bought the tiny bread bed from a gachapon and do not regret it at all
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trans-pyro · 1 year
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<3
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hetasibs · 5 months
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Grown-ass man finally learns to cook his own meals rather than relying on his mom & sister, fucking pathetic (endearing)
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And they didn't even have to kill anyone for the ingredients this time!
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toasthaste · 6 months
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I just learned that there's a built in flowchart function in Obsidian and I wanted to get at least a little acclimated to it and thankfully I'd recently realized that I have a distinct mental flowchart with which I approach polls in the @ao3topshipsbracket so I made this to represent how I prioritize :)
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kulaykonfetti · 1 year
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the last puppet (2022)
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melon-cream-enmu · 7 months
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Cw noncon, 'public' sex (the mall is closed, security cameras most likely don't work, there's probably no one there, but that's not 100% assured), slight bodily injury, stalking, implied kidnapping
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It's cold. So cold. The air is cold. The lights are cold. The colors of the tile and walls are cold. You feel cold, but the body pressed against yours is hot.
Hot as they grip your wrists tightly behind your back, hot as their hand covers your mouth roughly, hot as they breathe on your neck and press themselves so close to you. Even when they inhale deeply, whether to catch their breath from your struggle or to smell you, it's too hot.
A day at the mall. Walking, enjoying the feel of the building, doing something you love to do, today was special. Nothing expensive or even all that impressive, but it's a break from the normal drone of your daily life, which made it special all the same. The last you checked it was an hour til close. It must be past that now, you think as you tremble in their hold. Someone will find you, there has to be people who check the mall at night for people. You can't help but fuss in their hold.
"Shh, stop it. Stop." Their grip becomes unbearable, grinding your hands into your back, between your shoulder blades. You try to be quiet but a pitiful sob hiccups from your throat. "No one's gonna find us. You know just like I do that no one cares." You tear up, they may be right. "This place is dying, they don't care to look for stragglers at the end of the night." They're breath shocks warmth into your body when it brushes your ear. "As far as we know, it's just you...and me."
They press even closer to you and their chest rises as they breathe in with their lips pressed to your skin. All you can do is cry when you feel what you very easily can understand is their dick pressing against your ass. Their chest shudders against your back, and their groan sounds so much louder than it truly must be. You stumble as they grind against you but it doesn't stop them. They just keep going, moaning in your ear and pulling you back to them.
After a moment, they stop. They're breathing heavily, and as you hear your nose wheezing, so are you. The lights are buzzing almost painfully loud. "Cmon..." They stutter out as they nudge you slightly, letting go of your mouth and wrists, wrenching you forward as they pull you along. It takes one unsettling look from them to keep you from screaming. It's a look you don't understand, but it frightens you all the same.
Your heart beats in your ears as they hurriedly walk this way and that through the mall. The mall you know very well, you recognize each section you walk through. Lights are turned low or turned off completely, the few stores that remain are shuttered for the night. The further you go, the fewer stores there are, until there are none left, an entire wing of empty stores and open floor. They slow to a stop and look around, almost as if they're admiring the place.
It's empty, serene, the feeling you loved now fills you with dread. You freeze when they turn to you, you want to pull away but you can't. You can't pull away as they step closer, when they look at you in that way, when they lean their face into yours.
They're kissing you. Shaking, groaning, grabbing at your body as their tongue prods at your lips. You shake your head and push at them in an attempt to stop them but all you accomplish is having your wrists taken in their grasp once more and a harsh grip on the back of your neck. They squeeze, digging their nails into your skin and you relent, ceasing your resisting and parting your lips. Sloppy, that's how you'd describe their tongue searching every part of your mouth they can reach. "Fuck...(Y/n)."
You fight against them, jerking and trying to wrestle free. You whimper and whine and try to cry out, fear finally pushing your body from 'freeze' to 'flight', but being constrained only sends you further into a panic. Why do they know your name? Who is this, why is this happening?! Your shoes squeak on the floor as you desperately try and push away, but you slip and fall back, unwillingly taking them with you.
Your ears ring for a moment when your head lands harshly on the old linoleum floor, the sound soon becoming your heartbeat throbbing in your ears. You're left slightly disoriented, and your mind's desperate attempts to leave the situation leave you swimming in and out of denial of your reality. You feel yourself being pulled and pushed, your skin feels colder and colder until warmth blooms on your chest.
Wet, warm, and moving. They're dragging their tongue over your now exposed breast, then sucking and pulling your nipple in their mouth. You hear the faint sound of fabric being bunched up. "You're so perfect. You're..." They shudder against you, "You're everything I dreamed you would be." Their hand smoothing down your body and between your legs makes you flinch, and you grit your teeth when their fingers part your lips. They're being rough, poking and pushing and rubbing in ways you don't like. They grow bored of it, or maybe they desire something more, because they shift down your body and part your legs. Their breathing is ragged and intense on your sex and they watch mesmerized as they part your lips slowly. You want to cry, it's humiliating. Being held open and gawked at in this way.
"Perfect..." Their nose presses into your mound and you feel their lips move on your skin and they speak, voice muffled. "Your pussy's so pretty." Wet, open mouthed kisses are sloppily pressed to your hole and deep shaky exhales follow deep desperate inhales as they breathe in the scent of you. Your ears pick up noise but your heart beating so loud is keeping you from understanding what it is.
You're hurting. Your head hurts, your chest hurts, your throat hurts. As they tower over you once more, your insides hurt as they force themself inside you. Their groan of ecstacy is louder than your whine of pain, and the string of slurred praise from their lips wavers as they fuck you, making your body accept them whether it wants to or not.
"Oh god, you fe...f-feel so good. I know it hurts, but...but I know you can take it." They choke on a moan and gulp down spit loudly. "I know you can take me." They stare down at your exposed skin, your tummy and tits bouncing harshly in response to their violent thrusts. You've calmed down, that's good. Maybe they can...they can. As their hand crept across the shoe scuffed floor to hold yours, you don't pull away. "You can take this cock b'cuz we're made for each other." They can't help but fuck you even faster.
You've given up. As their fingers intertwine with yours you let them. When their lips descend on your neck you let them. As they ramble about cumming inside you, you let them. Tears slip from your eyes as you stare hazily at the ceiling, at the skylight giving you a view of nothing but an ink black sky far overhead. You finally can understand the noise you've been hearing.
The radio. The speakers faintly play a song you barely know, a song from the past. It would fill you with a sense of nostalgia if the circumstances were different. But they're not. You aren't somewhere else, somewhere safe and personal, you're here. Here, being violated and destroyed in a place you love. Being filled painfully full by some stranger, kissed by their lips while the comforting chill of the world around you melts away in favor of the vile warmth that now seeps deep within you. Their hips slow but don't stop, and their lips continue to try and swallow each breath that you aren't even sure you're making. "I want you to cum on me, please please please." They're quiet, as if unsure of what they're saying. You try to keep it in but you can't, sobbing loudly and barely breathing, stomach tightening in disgust as your body gives them what they want.
The walls echo their whine, nothing around to stop the sound from traveling to them, as tears fall from their eyes as they bite their lip and smile down at you. Your body is jostled as they wiggle their hips and push even deeper inside you while you're still shaking from your own orgasm. "I'm so...so glad this worked out so well." Chest rising and falling with their heavy breaths, their words are strained. "I didn't expect to...t-to leave with anything but more pictures of you." Your eyes widen, red and teary and painful. "But you were so naive." A hand lays on your stomach. "Coming here all alone, staying so late. You usually leave in the afternoon, so when you didn't leave you got me excited." They lean down to your face and gaze at you with horrid love in their eyes. "You gave me more time to spend with you. And when you still hadn't left by the time this place was closing, I realized it's time!" They kiss your cheeks and whisper shakily. "It's time to take you home."
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butchhatred · 7 months
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Pyro, has trouble expressing emotion and affection: ...i dont hate you
Engineer, has zero emotional intelligence: i dont hate you too :)
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bxd-kxrma · 2 months
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Why do I find it funny that Lumine/Aether could be from a universe that has modern technology and when coming to Teyvat they have a shit tier level of cooking cause they’re so used to modern conveniences?? Like
Paimon: You gotta build a fire
Aether: Fucking why?? Where’s the microwave?? Does this shit not come with instructions???
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world-of-asian-style · 11 months
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~ Follow for more ~
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the-iron-duck93 · 1 year
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