got executed by the devil today with a devastating blow, so it's only fair that i drag you along with me.
plus when you drew that somno robin my head was suddenly assaulted with inspiration so pls dont hold this against me HERBBFHJERHJBFB
love you ☆⌒(≧▽° )
Unbelievable... Now even you are after my ass too Dean... Is this betrayal that I'm feeling?
KDFJISDU JSFIASUDIALSK I GUESS THIS IS SORTA WHAT YOU'RE EXPECTING TO SEE
but trust me it would more likely go this way...
Little Doll still insists to hold on her V-card very tight, whether accidentally or intentionally...
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something something simon "ghost" riley persuading his partner to give it a try. you're not sure, you've never really thought about 'pits that way but you've enjoyed the other stuff you've tried together so sure why not? what's the harm?
he gets you to kneel on the floor facing the floor length mirror he bought specially for you propped up against the wall of the bedroom. he tells you to keep your arms down just like that for me, love as he steps up behind you, crouching slightly so he can slide his thick cock in that warm and slightly damp space between your arm and the side of your chest.
you look up at him through the mirror and you're enthralled by the dark pink blush that's spreading over his chest as he thrusts forwards and jerks backwards, a tiny stifled groan punching its way out of his throat.
simon's dark eyes meet yours in the mirror and his thrusts stutter slightly. with your free arm you reach up to take his hand and place it on the side of your neck. your eyelashes flutter briefly and you feel his fingers convulse slightly with a punched out fuckin' 'ell falling from scarred lips.
you jolt as you feel a splatter of hot, thick cum land on your chest and stomach surprisingly quickly for simon. he drags his pulsing cock backwards just in time to let the last weak spurt land on the sensitive skin of your armpit.
slowly, with heaving breaths, simon lifts your arm so he can see the way the pearlescent fluid slides down your armpit onto your side, his cock leaving a wet smear on the back of your arm.
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screaming, crying, throwing up
y'all he said he loved the idea of selfshipping and fully supports it. he even said some nice things as Stolas to me and I nearly fainted
going to get another autograph today to thank him for yesterday and also because I want to, fuck you
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Tidbits! I’m going through a backlog rn.
At request: trigger warning for blood, sword, blade, threat of death.
“Danny grinned, his teeth too sharp, blood and ectoplasm dripping through his lips as he faced the Joker, twisting his sword in his hand.
“You cannot kill me in a way that matters, Jack Napier,” he laughed. “You have millions after your soul, and who am I to deny my people?”
There’s a quiet over the comms in his ear, before Nightwing hesitantly speaks up.
“Did he… did he just quote Tumblr?”
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A little thing I wrote a while back when I was revisiting KHR... basically my very self-indulgent thoughts on a BAMF!Skull who decides the best strategy to survive the underworld is by letting everyone else underestimate him.
I've never really been fond of the way he's treated by others in canon, and it completely baffles me why they'd choose to characterise him like this if he's supposed to be one of the strongest seven.
There are ways of making supposedly OP characters weaker - inner fears, disagreements, conflicting loyalties, a person who is their achilles heel, a lack of motivation - you DON'T need to make someone into a bullied lackey.
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As far as navigating the wild seas of the mafia goes, Skull believes that being underestimated is the best strategy.
Skull is a method actor.
And that means embodying clumsiness and hysteria.
He makes mistakes. He plays up his confusion. Joins the weakest family that he could find (With some sense of ethics that he could stomach, obviously. He'd be speeding down the highway in the opposite direction if he so much as caught a whiff of the Estraneo. Ugh, hurting children.) He botches his jobs. He falls and screams and cries and shrieks. He lets himself get hit and made fun of.
He picks himself up and dusts himself off at the end of every day.
It's a fine balance, this game of being just competent enough to affirm his status as the Cloud Arcobaleno, and yet leaving others completely baffled at his continued survival.
It's a risky game to play, stringing some of the world's most powerful along and playing them for fools.
He is Skull, the world's greatest stuntman. Taking big risks is just another day to him.
You see, those who are born and raised in the mafia have a complacency to them. They look at civilians and think weak.
They look at Skull and see nothing but civilian. Weak. Coward.
These mafia men forget that stuntmen like Skull actively run into death with their eyes wide open.
They forget that being born a civilian means that they have actively chosen this life of danger. They have seen it all and decided to stay.
So Skull lets the other Arcobaleno have their fun at his expense. He takes on the role of useless lackey and screams into all their ears at the first sign of danger. Makes them forget that he's the first one to spot any danger at all. Lets them gloss over the fact that appearances aside, he was also chosen to stand beside them as one of the strongest, in spite of his civilian background.
It feels like a huge prank he's playing on them, one that may never see an end and it tickles Skull deep inside that these mafioso who pride themselves in their strength and intelligence and spy networks have never quite figured out that Skull is simply performing a role in front of them.
He's content to let life continue on this way. He has no qualms allowing their arrogance to one day cause their demise. After all, the fall of many great men has been caused by their very own hubris.
That is, until, he catches wind of something very interesting.
Reborn has been assigned to tutor the up and coming candidate for Vongola 10th.
A civilian candidate.
And Skull has never quite been interested in involving himself in mafia affairs, but just perhaps…
He could impart some teachings to help a kindred soul navigate this world.
And really honestly, it seems like it'd be fun to fuck around with Reborn. Just a little.
-fin-
Like I REALLY don't get canon. He's a STUNTMAN. Danger is pretty much his job??? He actively chooses to jump through rings of fire and taunt death and the mafia decides he's weak?????
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