#and see if I need to modify something or not

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒

Damn you.

That was the only thing Bakugo could think as he stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp and falling in messy strands across his forehead, a white towel barely tied around his hips.

Your eyes wandered slowly, from the droplets sliding down his collarbone to the well-defined ridges of his abdomen. Like you were devouring him with your gaze. Like you didn’t have a damn ounce of shame.

"Staring again?" he growled, tilting his head just slightly, trying to sound annoyed. But his voice came out lower, rougher, like your very presence was tightening around his throat.

And you… you just smiled, slow, mischievous, like you knew exactly which button to push.

"It's a show worth repeating," you murmured, stepping closer to him.

Bakugo frowned, stepping back out of sheer reflex, like that could save him. Like distance could do anything against the heat rising up his neck. But you didn’t say anything. You didn’t gloat. You just approached him calmly.

Your fingers lifted, one touching his chin softly, tracing that sharp line with a teasing kind of tenderness. He swallowed thickly, lips tense, but didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Then you did what you knew drove him fucking insane: your hand dropped, one resting on his abdomen —that damn six-pack he trained like perfection was a requirement— and the other slid up to his chest, in a slow, shamelessly intimate touch that seemed to freeze the air itself.

"You’re soaked..." you whispered, almost innocently, though the intention in your voice was far from it.

"You’re fuckin’ insane..." he muttered. But there was no anger. Just frustration. Pent-up want. A need he couldn’t hide, especially because the white towel wasn’t helping. He knew it. And you damn well knew it. The obvious bulge said it all, defying his words, betraying his supposed indifference.

You loved that.

Seeing him unravel. Seeing him vulnerable right when he pretended to be untouchable.

"I love how you blush," you whispered, bold, as your thumb lazily traced a circle over his chest.

He shut his eyes for a second, clenched his teeth, and took a deep breath. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that was starting to lose control. Every fiber of his being screamed to move, to do something. But his pride was a wall that refused to break.

"You don’t get to me..." he murmured, barely audible. But his voice cracked at the end.

You let out a soft laugh, full of that confidence that only comes when you know you’ve already won.

"Sure, baby. Whatever you say."

And you stayed there, provocative, enchanting, like a storm disguised as a caress. And him… he hated you.

He hated you with every impulse to wrap you in his arms and give in completely.

But more than anything… he hated himself for loving you so fucking much.

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well!

My request is a bit too specific, I hope you don't mind.

Carol Denvers x Fem Reader where she gave the reader a modified Pager to be used "only in emergencies", but which she occasionally uses only to call Captain Marvel in order to ask for kisses, some time together and such? Something very fluffy.

Emergencies Only

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, angst with a happy ending, drinking, noncon (not with Carol), sick fic

Word Count: 1.2K

The object felt heavy and clunky in your hand. It was gifted to you by your girlfriend three months into your relationship. At first, you laughed, making a joke about showing her age. Then she explained. No matter where she was - on Earth or in a galaxy far away - the signal would reach her. If you need her, she will come. Rationally, you knew it was for emergencies only. But you missed her. You were needy and wanted your superhero girlfriend, wasn’t that an emergency?

She was in space for two weeks, and the 5-minute phone call wasn’t enough to help the ache in your chest. Without thinking, you pressed the green button and waited. At first, nothing happened. The words appeared on the small screen, ‘Transmission Sent.’ Not even seconds passed before a bright light appeared at the foot of your bed. Once it died down, there she was. Your girlfriend was wearing a cropped white T-shirt and gray sweatpants. She looked great, and the ache only grew. Carol smirked at you, holding a pager that mirrored your own. “I thought this would be used for emergencies only.”

In no time, you jumped out of bed and closed the distance between you and her. “I missed you,” you captured her lips in a bruising kiss. A surprised noise turned into a groan, and her arms wrapped around your waist. Too distracted by the feeling of her lips on yours, the bed hitting the back of your knees startled you. You bounced on the mattress and looked at Carol.

“I don’t have a lot of time.” In one swift motion, she took off her shirt and climbed back over you.

“It won’t take long,” you mumbled against her lips as she pushed your shorts down your legs. “I need you.”

It was quick, messy, and frantic, but you were grateful for that pager.

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

The second time you used it. There was a serious problem - you made way too many cookies. With your hands covered in flour, you pressed the button. This time, Carol was at the compound in Upstate, having a debriefing on some of the intel that had been gathered. A meeting could only get better with some homemade cookies. “You are trouble,” Carol appeared in your kitchen on time. The cookies were packaged, and your hands were cleaned. The mess on the counter could be tackled after she left. Gasping, you walked over to her with the box in your hand.

“That is no way to thank the person who slaved over a hot oven,” you said, pushing the box into her hands. Say hi to the team for me.” Carol chuckled and bent down to kiss you softly.

“Had some chocolate on your lips,” she mumbled. “Taste good.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be late for dinner, Captain.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

The third time was an accident—truly. You weren’t coherent enough to register that you hit it. A cold ran rampant through your body, leaving you bedridden for the better part of the day. You must have hit it during the night. The sudden shift in weight on the bed startled you awake. “Sh, baby, it’s just me.”

“Carol,” you mumbled, eyes barely open. “What are you doing here?”

“You called,” the back of her hand rested on your forehead. “God, baby, you are burning up. How long have you been feeling like this?” You shrugged, pushing your face back into the pillow.

“Since this morning,” you finally answered. “It’s fine,” you waved at her. “I just need to sleep it off.”

When you woke up the next morning, your body ached, and your head was pounding. You flopped onto your back and blinked at seeing your girlfriend lying next to you. She smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“You hit the pager,” she checked your temperature with her hand.

“Oh, I don’t remember,” Carol chuckled and handed you a water bottle.

“Probably because of all the cold medicine you took.” Vaguely, you remembered the nightmare that forced you awake. The nightmare was of a mission going wrong, and Carol was killed. In a panic, you must have pressed the button but fell back asleep.

“Oh,” you muttered. “Sorry.” Carol shook her head.

“Never apologize,” she kissed your forehead. “It’s why I gave it to you. Whenever you need me, you call, and I will be there.”

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

It was rare that you went out. You were a homebody through and through, but your friends from college begged for you to come out. You gave in. As much as you hated bars or clubs, you loved hanging out with them. Since they enjoyed it, you could also do it for one night. Besides, once you got a few drinks in, nothing mattered.

As the clock struck 1 a.m., you were ready for bed. Luckily, you were at a bar close to your apartment. You said goodbye to your friends, promised them to do this again, and pushed your way to the front door. The cool air sent shivers down your arms, but you welcomed the difference in temperature. It was hot in the bar.

On your walk home, you found yourself looking up at the stars. Every time Carol was away, you looked at the sky and wondered where she was or what she was up to. You hoped she was safe and taking care of herself. You knew Carol well, and she liked to prioritize the mission over herself.

Sighing, you stretched your arms above your head and hummed a tune to a song you heard on the radio. Sometimes, you wonder what life would be like if Carol stepped away from the Avengers. Would she want to move out of the city and back to Louisiana? You knew she had fond memories of Maria and Monica. You would go wherever she wanted. As long as she was by your side, you were happy.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you into a nearby alley. Your back slammed against the brick wall. Before you could scream, a hand covered your mouth. “Sh, sh,” he whispered. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “The more you fight, the rougher I’ll be.” All the flight left your body. The man chuckled. “Good girl.” You whimpered against his hand.

His lips started traveling down your neck and to the low top you wore. His free hand began to fiddle with the belt of his pants, but the alcohol made his coordination off. While he was distracted, you reached into your pocket and pressed the pager button. “I know you are going to feel so good around me.” It could have been minutes, maybe hours, or only a few seconds, but the man’s body was ripped off of you. The sickening sound of a fist colliding with the man’s face made your stomach flip. Then, gently, hands forced your eyes away from his still form. You flinched from the unexpected touch. “Hey, it’s me,” Carol said. Your eyes focused on your girlfriend’s face. Soot was on her face, and dressed in her Captain Marvel uniform.

“C-Carol.”

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m right here, baby,” you slumped against her. Your nose pressed against the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelled gunfire, smoke, and sweat, but the smell helped your body stop shaking.

“You came,” you mumbled.

“You called.” She kissed your temple. “I will always come when you call.” You nodded and allowed her to guide you out of the alley and towards your apartment.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too. Always and forever.

[velvetvexations]

the fact that TRFs wound up going "oh yeah radfems are totally right! their only problem is the 'transphobia 'hating trans people' part!" started making a lot more sense to me when i realised that, at the end of the day, their view on "why do people mistreat trans women" seems to be "masculinity is rewarded and praised by society while femininity is degraded and dismissed"- which seems to practically be the radfem anthem- as opposed to a broader awareness of how society and people in general often dislike any breaching of the strict boxes that gender puts people in.

honestly, you don't even need to look at trans people to see how shallow of an understanding taking "masculine good feminine bad" and applying it as "society rewards trans men and punishes trans women" is, just consider stuff like the restrictive ways that girls are required to present and behave. like people will be like "oh but girls get to wear trousers" about this stuff but... like, even something that minor has historically been incredibly controversial- consequences could vary from refusal of service to being straight up arrested for it- and has only been relatively normalised by significant amounts of effort and time.

even now, in many settings, girls and women are required to wear skirts or dresses as part of a uniform or expected form of dress, with punitive actions against them if they wear a suit or trousers. this isn't deep hidden lore or anything, there's a fucking wikipedia article on the history of "trousers as women's clothing" and the ways that that normalization is still an ongoing thing.

this is all over something as minor as a single item of clothing. and yet TRFs will act like, the existence of, for example, attitudes like "this is a delusional women who should be fixed by a real man having sex with her whether she likes it or not" that, in my experience, have... broad overlap with queer afab people in general, suddenly vanish when it comes to trans men or transmascs because they've "identified out" of a form of bigotry.

which is kinda funny in a sad way, considering how TERFs in particular will frequently frame trans people as trying to "identify out" of privilege or "identify into" privilege.

And they've adopted this logic without realizing it really makes any sense at all in only one direction. There's no world where the radfem view of gendered oppression is correct except people care more about identity than physical characteristics. It was a framework built to explain oppression through the lens of binary sex and trying to modify it to fit anything else completely breaks it. I get around that by just not being a radfem in the first place.

[cyhora]

AN ANALYSIS ON THE NEW ENEMY

SPOILERS FOR FRAUD. IF YOU WISH TO REMAIN BLIND. AVERT YOUR GAZE ELSEWHERE.

PROVIDENCE, THE FALSE ANGEL

In my previous analysis of the Fraud trailer, I made the comment on how Providence was an angel, but after further analysis of the Providence enemy, I believe it may infact, be a demon.

Initially I believed it to be an angel for the obvious reason of "look at the eye, and the wings, that's typical angel looks". And wanted to theorize that maybe the reason why it could still see was because it has some immunity to the influence of Hell but I think the reasoning falls flat after a few minutes of thinking on it.

THE EYE LIES.

Looking closer at the design, it looks much more obvious that this isn't right. Far from it.

Look at its wings, is something... wrong about it.

If confused still, maybe this shall help:

If there is one visual with angels that are common, it's that their wings are much more like bird wings, but Providence ? Those are wings, just not feathered wings. They much more resemble insect wings.

That's already weird, but I'm not done just yet.

The eye... Isn't it bizarre how we have an EYE on an enemy ? It's funny how we have yet to see much discussion about that yet when it's the most important part of Providence's design.

Eyes are a very important visual in ULTRAKILL, nothing has as much meaning as the eyes, and having an enemy's design be about its eye? PROVIDENCE? THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE? THE DIVINE CONCEPT THAT GOD IS ALL SEEING ? ALL KNOWING ?

THAT EYE ? THAT DAMN EYE THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT ? YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IN ULTRAKILL IS KNOWN TO BE OMNIPOTENT AND VERY AWARE ?

H E L L

So basically, the eye of providence was twisted by Hell to instead refer to the idea that H E L L is the all knowing being of this realm, not God. Which ngl is raw as fuck when you think abt it.

Will also note that there is a clear lack of blue in the design, which is a notable color in angel designs, such as the ever so humble Virtue and Archangel Gabriel. Not as much of a thing to point out since characters can defy those color norms, like how soldiers are modified strays and yet they are somehow white instead of pink/red.

But there is one point I shall provide that truly solidifies the theory for me.

HELL ENERGY

HELL ENERGY ? IN MY FUCKING "ANGEL" ?

Look at the skull in the orb, that's a dead give away that it's Hell energy, this then implies this thing uses hell energy, and if it's an angel... why is it using hell energy ? That's not very angelcore imo. This one realization was all that I needed to really start thinking more about the whole "PROVIDENCE IS A DEMON THEORY" and I think that is the final piece of evidence that further proves the true identity of this...

(oh dear forgive me for saying this...)

FRAUD.

[viewofagarden]

Dandy's World OC: Sean the Pot (🍀)

Bio and details below!

“Sean’s such a generous fellow! No matter what you need, if you need something or something done, Sean’s always happy to help and provide!”

Full Name: Sean Cauldron Other Name: Sean the Pot Species: Pot (Cauldron) Gender: Male (He/Him) Voice Claim: Clifford Chapin (Ronan from Fire Emblem: Thracia 776)

Clover Store Quote

“Sean? Good choice! He always gives more than he takes. For better or worse…”

Requirements

300 Gold Coins

Appearance

Sean is a black cauldron with a black body and limbs, with a pile of gold coins inside his head. He wears a rugby shirt with green and gold stripes. He also wears a pair of beige pants and dark green shoes.

Personality

As his info card and ability suggests, Sean is a generous, kind, caring, and considerate Toon, always looking out for his fellow Toons and giving more than he takes. He’s always willing to help out his friends, no matter what it is they need help with. 

However, as his Clover’s Store quote implies, this leads him to be both servile and a doormat, allowing others to walk over him and take advantage of his kindness. Especially since he has trouble expressing his own needs and wants, mostly out of worry he’ll be considered “selfish”. This can lead to him feeling burned out and exhausted at times

Stats

Rank: Common Health: ♥️♥️♥️ Skill Check: ⭐⭐️⭐️ (Size 150 / Value 2) Movement Speed: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (Walk 15 / Sprint 25) Stamina: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (150) Stealth: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (10) Extraction Speed: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (1.00)

Ability

Generosity Active This Toon can give a targeted Toon a fourth or eighth of his tapes (depending on the amount of tapes he has). Has a cooldown of 25. Does not require line of sight.

Dialogue 

Finishing extraction

“🎵 Oh extracting’ I will go,  oh extracting I will go~ ���” “Whew, I can see why they wanted me to do this…” “All in a days work!”

Descending to the next floor

“Anybody want my tapes? I don’t need them…” “I didn’t lose anything on the last floor, did I?” “Need my help? Just holler!” 

Activating Generosity

“Need some tapes?” “Here, have my tapes!” “I’ve got you, don’t worry!”

Twisted Sean

"Though he has no special abilities to aid him, Twisted Sean’s generosity has faded, now only an innate urge to chase any Toons he sees remains…”

Rank: Common Speed: Average (18) Attention Span: Average (2.5) Detection Range: Average

Twisted Research Trinket: Pot of Gold Trinket Category: Other Highlights Gold Coins in your vicinity every 10 seconds during matches, making them easier to spot during events.

Trivia

One of Sean’s extraction dialogues is a modified version of a lyric from the children’s song “A Hunting We Will Go”. Replacing “Hunting” with “Extracting”.

Sean’s ability is essentially a reversed version of Twisted Teagan’s. As he gives an eighth or fourth of his tapes to a Toon instead of stealing it from them.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MORE OF THIS ‼️ OK ‼️bit of a . huge speculative lore dump because i got carried away a little.

Master of the Swamp essay. ^_^ because I love him.

MotS is such a fun one, because he's such a mystery to me. there are two main routes ive been thinking about going with this one: the actual ecological explanation OR the mythological explanation. i love both of these options so im gonna do both.

first off his . appearance. MotS, as the name suggests, lives. in the swamp. while swamp waters can be deep in places, theyre generally more shallow than something like a full-scale lake. My best guess is that MotS is a bottom-dwelling organism, lives down in the mud and substrate. He's got legs similar to those of searobins/gurnards, most likely modified fin rays to assist in benthic locomotion (while he does have the legs, he also has vestigial-looking fins in between them- the fin rays the legs are made from likely evolved from these). his scales appear pretty armor-like, i would guess some form of ctenoid scales, with some modified sections along his back to form spines. This suggests defense against a predator, but what in the world is large enough to eat this guy??? who knows. It makes sense that the armor/spines are relegated specifically to his sides/back if he's a benthic organism- you dont have to worry about being attacked from below if you live on the bottom. as for his . face. most immediately obvious feature is the protruding bottom jaw- very visually similar to halfbeaks. the reason halfbeaks have such a long jaw irl is still somewhat of a mystery (although on the real fish that extension isn't actually part of the jaw- its just an extended chin. the teeth on the bottom jaw line up with the teeth on the upper jaw), but with the MotS, the teeth extend to the end of the jaw. usually an upward-facing mouth usually suggests feeding at the surface, which doesnt exactly match with the theory of MotS being benthic, but could suggest a behavioral pattern of spending most of his time at the bottom and then surfacing for feeds (<< this fact could tie into one of the ecological theories, more on this later). He also has pretty well-developed eyes, which wouldnt make a whole lot of sense for something that lives in deep murky swamp water to have, so having it surface for feeding and hunting where it would need to see makes a little more sense.

WHICH IS an awesome segue into ecology. so i have two theories for this that can somewhat coexist depending on how you want to look at it. first version: MotS is obviously some sort of respected natural figure on Whale Island, the fact that gon was able to catch it on his own was both enough to gather a crowd AND was enough of a wild impossible task that mito used it to delay him from going to the exam for longer. This + his name literally being Master of the Swamp + the implication that there could possibly only be one individual suggests the fact that he may be more of a mythological figure, something like a dragon or a cryptid. Some sort of old fisherman's tale on whale island of the king of all swamp areas. the phrase "go catch the master of the swamp" could be equivalent to telling someone to go do the impossible. this is hunter x hunter world, of course mythological figures can be real. this would ALSO suggest that there's only one individual, and that the MotS that ging caught when he was gon's age was the same individual, and he either released it OR it regenerated somehow. This is obviously not ... feasible for an actual fish species in the realistic sense. HOWEVER. there are plenty of cryptids/legends in the real world that are actually just based on animals. which leads me into my SECOND thing. MotS IS a real species, just rare. benthic organisms are historically harder for people to discover, especially in places where visual dives wouldn't necessarily be a fun pastime. the question of "this creature is so big, how did it take us this long to discover it/how can we not find it?" has been plaguing marine biologists for literal centuries, it's not that far fetched to assume there could be a rarely-spotted giant fish in the whale island swamps that people would make stories about. the size/rarity could come from a variety of factors- maybe just one sex of the species grows to that size. maybe they spend a majority of their life cycle as normal-sized fish and every once in a while one will have a massive growth spurt in response to some environmental factor. maybe they're like lobsters in that they'll just keep growing until theyre literally too big to survive, so individuals This Large are much rarer. maybe they're just an extremely slow-breeding species so populations are always naturally low. PERSONALLY my favorite explanation is that the MotS is in fact a fairly common species in the whale island swamps, but the smaller individuals are so visually distinct from the larger ones that they get mistaken for another species entirely (which happens a lot irl!). They behave somewhat like clownfish where every population has a single dominant individual (male, in this case), a nondominant female, and the rest of the population is undifferentiated. The dominant male in this case is THE master of the swamp, the large one, and the others are much smaller/less distinct appearance wise. Once this dominant male dies, the nondominant female will then become the dominant male, but this process takes a long enough amount of time that it's not clear to the people who are in the swamp every day. The rarity of the males, combined with their benthic lifestyle, means catching one while fishing would be an almost impossible task if you arent specifically looking for him, or (like gon, and also probably ging) have learned his behaviors enough to know exactly when the fish are coming up to the surface to feed.

closest real world equivalent:

halfbeaks, gurnards

clears throat. making a post where i try to analyze the biology of togashis weird animals as i read the hxh manga because I need to exorcise the demons. yes this will culminate in a post about chimera ant biology. eventually. im only on volume 2 right now

[fleuredelys]

On the topic I was meaning to address: It concerns Cartethyia and Fleurdelys. It's known that Cartethyia split herself so that if she were to lose herself to Leviathan, only part of her would and the other would be able to find a solution to it. This caused two things:

☥ The memories of one fading away with her experiences in combat along with it, thus remaining in a stasis that prevented her to continue ageing up for the following 20 years. This in combination with the seclusion and heavy limitations of moving about however she wanted. A key aspect of her is that this is the side of her that wanted to live. ☥ While the other kept all her life experiences and continued her crusade against the Dark Tide and ultimately against Leviathan without the knowledge that Threnodians won't die so long as human civilizations continue to exist. Furthermore, she continued to grow as the years naturally passed.

Fundamentally, both of them had different experiences in the following 20 years that arguably shaped her as different individuals (and as a good KH enjoyed, this could perfectly make them different individuals), but the story doesn't treat them like that, which I'm fine with it. Cartethyia had the chance to get rid of the memories and potentially make Fleurdelys fade away with it and she didn't, which further solidifies that they are both one and the same despite the dissonance of ageing.

Keeping all of these in consideration, what makes me unable to be fond of this is that Fleurdelys is considered as a "form" when Cartethyia is in need of using the power she cultivated in her continuous crusade. I understand the struggle and fears because Leviathan is still there (however It is there still is unknown, but for the time being I'll take for granted that It's still alive, albeit significantly weakened) as well as her hesitation to use her powers completely due to how destructive they can be and because at the end of the day, she isn't in full control of them yet.

In addition, we have seen traces of Cartethyia being herself as she always was while at the same time having changed slightly, as if assimilating with Fleurdelys shaped her as a result of it (and as per my own headcanons that I will write slowly, more than just that). Another indicator that solidifies my following take is that she went from being unable to fight at all to be highly capable of it without using the battle experiences Fleurdelys honed.

So after all of this ramble, where I want to get is that I won't portray Fleurdelys as being "another form" to Cartethyia. With the passing of time (briefer than what a natural growth would be, although it can't be said that her growth to be unnatural considering her circumstances), she will physically take Fleurdelys' appearance (I think that she'd be able to do that fast, just as Fleurdelys herself was able to take Cartethyia's appearance and change immediately) until the differences between both become almost negligible.

TL;DR: There will be no more "Cartethyia and her alternate form", but Cartethyia/Fleurdelys as a whole (Fleurdelys continuing to exist in her consciousness nevertheless).

[bread-wizards]

I think that Orym actually does doubt Imogen, but this isn't a thing that is unique to Imogen. Orym doubts all of them to an extent, because paranoia is something he struggles with (and this is continuously reinforced by the story).

It's not a 'good' thing that he should never get over, nor is it an immoral character flaw that proves he actually hates Imogen. However it's also not something I think he can get over as long as the threat of having to possibly fight his friends exists.

"I have all the faith in the world in you guys, all of you. And I have also spent time thinking how to neutralize each of you."

[undefeatablesin]

Please enjoy some Rare In Game Screenshots of Ruza's Newest Look because I finally remembered that I could in fact take screenshots lmao ✨

[headslikekites]

me telling myself 'yes today I will finish my current wip' and then coming away an hour later, no progress on the wip, instead with a whole entire cosplay draft

[235uranium]

aaaand once again the aspec community has shown it cannot handle internal criticism. aroallo ppl expressing frustration over sex negativity and complete lack of us in discussions about aphobia isn't hate unless you're the person doing the sex negativity

[piebutt]

no. guys. he can see it.

it's not important in the long run but like. c'mon lol who dug up this tweet from january

i dont know if this has been posted before. i'm sure it has. but when i did a search for "jerma dick" and "dick jerma" and "ultraviolet dick jerma" i didnt get any results so i'm just gonna post it anyway

[x]

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

~

Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

~

Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

~

Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

~

Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

~

Just an Idea

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢

Warning: flirty talk, spicy vibes, and grown-up stuff. When Bakugo finds out she's inexperienced, he doesn’t judge… okay, he does, but he also volunteers real fast Part two

"Seriously?" Bakugo asked, voice still rough from sleep, like the words scratched his throat from how damn incredulous he was. He propped himself up on one elbow, leaning in just enough to find your face in the shadows of the room, like he needed to see your eyes to actually believe it.

"Never? Like, never never? Not even a little?"

You turned your face away, dodging his gaze like that could somehow save you from the embarrassment. Heat bloomed from your neck to the tips of your ears. You crossed your arms, as if that could shield you from his expression—that dangerous mix of amusement and mischief that always made you feel stupidly vulnerable.

"Why the hell would I lie about that?" you snapped, defensive, curling slightly into yourself. "You think this is funny or what?"

"Nah, nah." Bakugo chuckled low, that raspy tone he used whenever he was about to say something you knew would piss you off. He flopped back onto the couch, head resting beside yours, and his hand—big, warm, sure—slid lazily over your waist, like this conversation wasn't actively setting your brain on fire.

"Shit..." he muttered, still smirking. "You're so fucking pure I feel like a goddamn degenerate just touching you."

You growled at him, like that could erase your existence from the conversation, but he only laughed harder.

"You're telling me you dated three dumbasses and none of them earned a blowjob? I don't know if I should give 'em a medal for being useless or thank 'em for leaving you untouched."

"You're sick," you muttered, a knot forming in your stomach—half nerves, half... something else you really didn't want to name out loud.

"I volunteer as tribute," he said suddenly, with that annoying confidence you hated and loved at the same time, leaning in just enough for his voice to brush against the skin under your ear. His warm breath made your skin prickle. "If you're gonna make your debut, better be with me. I'll train you, grade you, give you a final exam—whatever you need..."

You stared at him, horrified.

"Training?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grin totally out of control now. "Well, if you're gonna bite, better it be me. I’ve got high pain tolerance."

"Katsuki!"

"What? Gotta be ready. First-timers are like puppies—use their teeth for everything."

You covered your face with both hands, half-laughing, half-praying the couch would just open up and swallow you whole.

"No rhythm," he went on, completely unfazed, counting off on his fingers like he was listing groceries. "Forget to use their hands. Swallow air like they're training for a free diving comp. And that's if they don’t gag in the first sixty seconds."

"Shut up!" you laughed.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Ever," he said, his voice dipping into something lower, serious.

You fell silent, caught off guard by the shift. His fingers moved softer now over your waist, more like comfort than teasing. Bakugo could be a dick, yeah. A world-class asshole. But sometimes—with you—he could be sweet, too.

"But if one day you do wanna try..." he smiled again, and his eyebrow arched in that smug way, "you know I’ll take one for the team."

"You're insufferable."

"And yet you’re dying for me."

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[dollishmehrayan]

# “I NEED YOUR LOVING, LIKE THE SUNSHINE, EVERYONE’S GOT TO LEARN SOMETIME.” ── .✦ ( batboys when they have a crush on you ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

dollish note ౨ৎ: yes this is based off that one korgis song and if you know it, your elite marry me immediately anywayss I need like more cute events to do omgg and guys I’m going to look for a new divider edition but the bunny will always stay don’t worryyy tags: (batboys x reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

He’s so obvious. Everyone knows. Even villains probably know, even you probably know but we always play hard to get. (that’s js me sorry)

Overly casual compliments: “Wow, you look… good. Like, really good. Is that new? No? I just never noticed how great you always look??”

Purposely hangs around you way more than necessary. “Oh wow, fancy seeing you here again... at this coffee shop... at this exact time... for the fifth time this week…”, “uh.. sure okay dick.”

Gets physically flustered. You smile at him and he bumps into a wall.

Brings you little gifts like coffee, snacks, or something you mentioned once two months ago that he totally remembered.

Accidentally lets it slip to Barbara. You find out two days later because she’s evil (and supportive). GIRL BOSSSSS

RASON RODD (IF YKYK) ── .✦

Denies it to everyone. Even himself. “Me? Crushing? Pfft. Please. I'm just being nice. I’m always this nice. Shut up.”

Acts all chill and tough but turns into a sarcastic teddy bear when you're around.

Tries not to care but notices everything about you like when you’re tired, upset, or need space.

Gets really protective, then downplays it. “Yeah I threatened that guy because he was being annoying. Not because he was flirting with you. Nope.” ( our little nonchalant guy )

Will read/watch your favorite stuff in secret so he can talk about it with you, then pretends he hated it. “No, I didn’t like it. But the plot twist in episode 7 was wild. Just sayin’.”

Probably punches a wall the first time someone calls him out. Literally everyone in the family: “Just ask them out already.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Has a million tabs open on “how to tell if someone likes you back.”

Obsesses over every text you send. Sends a reply. Deletes it. Writes a better one. Deletes that too. Eventually sends “lol yeah same” and regrets it instantly.

Runs into you and forgets how to function for 3 seconds. “Hey—hi—hey. Sorry. I mean. Hello.”

Will research your interests so he can impress you or casually bring them up. “Oh, you’re into ___? I read a couple papers about that, super cool stuff.”

Accidentally calls you “cute” in passing, then vanishes for two days to a point you wonder if he might appear on the missing website thing.

You find out he has a playlist called “maybe someday” and the first song is something painfully romantic.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Pretends he doesn’t like you. Like, aggressively. But it’s so obvious.

Gives you weirdly thoughtful gifts and says things like, “I noticed you were using inferior supplies.”

Blushes if you compliment him. Denies he’s blushing. “Tt. The temperature is simply warm.”

Subtly changes his schedule to be around you more. He’ll be in the library when you’re there, in the gym at the same time it’s definitely not a coincidence (even though he insists it is).

Draws you. Like, sketches. Constantly. Says it’s “for anatomy practice.”

Acts annoyed when you talk to someone else, then pouts in a corner like a feral cat.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

He doesn’t even realize it at first. It hits him out of nowhere, like genuinely out of thin air.

Brooding increases by 200%. He stares off into space, thinking about you, and Alfred has to snap him out of it.

Becomes awkwardly formal. “Would you… perhaps… like to join me for dinner? I understand if that’s… inconvenient.” ( like despite being a former player and all and smoothhh as hell when he genuinely likes someone he can’t be smooth, your like his Andrea beaumont but if they worked out )

Totally asks Alfred for advice. Alfred gives him the same advice he gave him at 16.

When you smile at him, he short-circuits a little. You get a rare, soft Bat-smile in return.

Once he’s sure of his feelings, he’s all in but oh boy, it takes a while.

[hanniebaeee]

Jisung's Baby Fever

Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive? MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff

Summary: You and Jisung are out at the beach, and witnessing a certain interaction has Jisung experiencing a wild case of baby fever.

It was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm - and Jisung had a free day in forever, so you two were at the beach. The sand was warm beneath your knees as you smoothed out the walls of the sandcastle.

A little moat encircled the castle, complete with a small bridge made from a piece of driftwood you found earlier.

"Masterpiece," you muttered to yourself as you leaned back to admire your work. 

Jisung sat on a beach towel, sunglasses perched low on his nose as he watched you, strumming his guitar. 

"Masterpiece? Sure," he teased, a smirk pulling at his lips.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Don’t insult the castle you didn't lift a single finger to help build."

"I’m supervising, and providing the background score," he quipped, strumming the guitar harder. "You’re welcome."

He put his guitar aside with a grin and laid back, his arms folded under his head. 

Before you could fire back, a tiny voice interrupted, "Can I help?"

You looked down to see a little girl, no older than three, clutching a bright pink bucket and looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Her mum waved from a beach towel nearby, giving you an apologetic look. 

"Of course you can!" you said warmly, giving her mum a thumbs up, and shifting over to make room. "Here, you can be in charge of the turrets."

The girl giggled happily and announced that her name is Mina, plopping down beside you and immediately getting to work. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon the two of you were modifying the castle. You helped her scoop wet sand into her bucket, and look for shells and other things for decoration. Mina squealed in joy as you showed her some sea glass and you both got back to your castle, giggling. 

Jisung propped himself on one elbow as he watched the scene unfold. Ok. Wow. What's going on?

His heart twisted in ways he hadn’t expected. The sight of you laughing with the little girl, doing something as simple as building a sandcastle, hit him hard. He watched in silence for a good fifteen minutes.

“Look at her, Sungie!” You said, with a little laugh, watching the little one put shells on the castle.

"She’s adorable," Jisung said, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. "But, uh... I think it’s time to go home."

"Already? We just got here." You frowned.

He ran a hand through his hair, visibly flustered.

"Yeah, well, I’m... feeling some things. And it’s kinda a lot." He said, grabbing his guitar because he needed to ground himself. 

“Feeling things? What things?” You asked, eyebrows raised. 

"It means I’m looking at you playing mom over here, and it’s doing things to me," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "Like, maybe-we-should-make-one-of-our-own kind of things."

Your eyes went wide as you said, "I’m sorry. What?!"

"I’m just saying. You’re over here building castles with babies, and now I’m thinking about babies. Specifically ours." Jisung shrugged, trying and failing to appear nonchalant.

"Han Jisung!" you hissed, glancing at the Mina, who was too engrossed in her work to notice. "You can’t just say stuff like that!"

"Why not? You’re the one who started this," he teased, leaning in closer. "This is all your fault."

You huffed, turning back to the castle to hide the blush creeping up your neck. "I’m not abandoning my new bestie just because you’re having an existential crisis."

"Existential crisis?" he repeated, feigning offense. "I’ll have you know this is a perfectly rational reaction to seeing my insanely hot wife being ridiculously good with kids."

"Goodbye, Jisung," you said flatly, refusing to look at him.

"Fine," he said, standing and brushing off the sand. "If you won’t come willingly..."

Jisung looked over at the girl's mum and said, “Your little girl is amazing, she's such a joy!”

And the lady smiled, thanking him. And he said, “We're kinda heading back, so -”

You glared at him as he made small talk with Mina's mum as she came over, and then she thanked you for playing with her daughter. 

You gave Mina a little high five before helping Jisung gather your things with a stony expression. He could see that you were miffed as you followed him really slow. When you two were a safe distance away from the family, Jisung struck.

You barely had time to process what he was doing before he scooped you up in his arms.

"Jisung!" you squealed, wriggling as he started walking toward the car. "Put me down!"

"Not a chance," he said, grinning. "You're slacking."

“Jisung, I swear to God!”

"You’re gonna thank me later, babe. Promise." Jisung chuckled, tightening his hold on you.

"I don't even know what to do with you," you grumbled, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips.

"You love it," he shot back, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Now let’s go. We’ve got a baby to plan."

“Oh my God! You can't just-”

He interrupted you by popping open the back door loudly and set you down gently on the seat.

"Okay, thanks for the ride. You can go now," you said, crossing your arms in mock indignation.

But instead of shutting the door and heading to the driver’s seat, Jisung climbed in after you, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" You gave him a suspicious look. 

"I think you need some convincing," he said matter-of-factly, settling in beside you.

"Convincing me of what?”

"That we need to fast-track this whole ‘baby’ thing. Like, today."

"Have you lost your mind, Ji?" You asked with a soft laugh. 

"Probably," he admitted, leaning in closer with a grin. "But can you blame me? You were out there looking all cute and mom-like, and now my brain won’t shut up about how amazing you’d look holding our baby. You’re doing this to me, babe. This is your fault."

"Oh really?" you asked, trying to keep a straight face as he edged even closer.

"Listen," he said, his voice dipping lower as his gaze locked onto yours. "I’m serious. I was sitting there, minding my own business, and then suddenly, bam - baby fever. And it’s bad, babe. Real bad."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You are ridiculous."

"You should see yourself through my eyes right now. You’re beautiful, you’re amazing with kids, and you’re mine. And I’m just sitting here wondering how I got this lucky and how fast I can get you to come home with me."

His words made your heart do a funny little flip, even as you tried to keep things light.

"Jisung, you can’t just throw around words like that and expect me to go with it."

"Ahh babe," he murmured, leaning in until his nose was almost brushing yours. "I just need you to kiss me and admit that I’m right."

"Right about what?" you asked, your voice a teasing whisper.

"Right about us," he said softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. "Right about how we’d be amazing parents. Right about how we’re meant to be going home and working on the baby making right now."

You didn’t have a clever comeback for that. Instead, your heart thudded loudly in your chest as he closed the small gap between you, his lips brushing against yours.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it quickly deepened as his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His other hand rested on your waist, anchoring you to him.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips.

"So," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Are you convinced yet? Or do I need to keep going?"

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your smile. "You’re impossible."

"I think you mean irresistible," he countered, leaning in for another kiss. "Now, how about we head home and make some magic happen?"

You laughed, pushing him away playfully. "You’re lucky I love you, Han Jisung. But fine. Let’s go."

"That’s my girl," he said, pulling you close one last time before climbing out of the back seat to let you take the wheel.

And as you settled in for the ride, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, he was right.

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