#i could use a nap

[navybrat817]

You’re like 23% innocent, you remind me of that bunny from secret life of pets 🙂‍↔️

BAHAHA. SNOWBALL. I like it, Ray! ❤️

Maybe I should take one of those innocence quizzes to see what my percentage is.

Have you watched the Thunderbolts trailer? I am not okay.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[a-pretty-small-toaster]

are we talking...forever? or like? A nice nap?

One day you will wake up and think to yourself “m,mm I’m cozy” and then you will go back to bed and rest. 

[dick-helmet-magneto]

May have already done too much today. My arms/hands are shaking

[bunniesplayroom]

something abt the concept of a little NEEDING a nap is so cute

like ‘oh sorry he’s so fussy, he hasn’t had his midday nap’ or ‘you seem really tired, honey. maybe we should take a mid morning nap, hm?”

tiny babies need their rest !!!

bonus points if they try and resist it so hard that they end up throwing a fit and then fall asleep on their caregiver or in a silly spot

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 257

Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes. 

Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting. 

But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger- 

Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool. 

Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start! 

He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs? 

But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that. 

Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter? 

Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun! 

And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag! 

Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still. 

There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass. 

That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned. 

Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that. 

And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-

oh. 

Oh. 

That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child. 

Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-

[bet-on-me-13]

Bruce Wayne was never Batman.

So! The night that Bruce Wayne's parents got shot, he developed an Unbreakable Resolve. He needed to get rid of the Crime that had taken his Parents away from him, no matter what.

But that night, he also developed a deep-seated fear of Death. He was face to face with his own Demise and instead of dying himself he saw his Parents die instead. He was Terrified of ending up like them.

But he still needed to stop Crime. He couldn't just let criminals go unpunished, and while he was still using his wealth to try and prevent it before it began, he knew there needed to be something to stop crime After it had been committed. And the Cops were useless on that Front.

He eventually found a solution while looking through his Parents Family Heirlooms.

Ancient Books dating back to the founding of Gotham and even before then, telling of a Creature from another world who his Ancestors had helped in the Past. A Being of Fear and Shadow, who owed a debt to the Wayne Family. He needed that Being. A Monster of Shadows and Fear was exactly the answer to scaring criminals away from committing crimes and punishing those who did.

But he needed to find the Being from another world first.

So he left home, traveling across the Globe training with the best Magicians and Demonologists in the world in search of the Monster who owed his Family a Debt. His travels took him far, from the streets of LA where he met a man named Zatara, to the Snowy Mountains of Nanda Parbat where he learned of the Lazarus Pits and the Demon's that came out of them.

While studying the Lazarus Pits, he was trained by the organization who guarded them. They despised Weakness, and while their leader was in awe of his Intelect he was less impressed by his body's conditioning. If he was to study the Lazarus Pits, he would first have to earn the Right in Combat.

He eventually managed to pass their Tests and eventually left them, having handed over a Copy of his research as the price for being allowed to Study the Pits.

Years later, he finally returned to Gotham, fully equipped to Summon the Being that owed him a Debt.

Bruce drew up the Summoning Circle as perfectly as he possibly could, he had one shot at it.

A drop of his blood and a splash of Lazarus Water later, and the Circle began to glow an ominous Green. Slowing, a shifting shadow began to emerge from the Circle, at first only a mass of writhing darkness before their form Solidified.

The Books he had found on the Spirit said that it would take the form of the Summoners Greatest Fear, which just so happened to be Bats for Bruce. The Form that the Spirit chose reflected that, with large Dark Wings falling over their form as if they were a Cape, and horns looking like the Ears of a Bat. From the Darkness, two glowing eyes appeared.

"Spirit, hear me. My name if Bruce Wayne, and I am calling in the Debt owed to my Family centuries ago. My City is plagued with crime and malice, rotting from its Core. My efforts to prevent Crime from the side of the Light have been in vain, Crime persists despite my efforts. In order for my vision to be fulfilled, the Criminals of this City must have their hearts pierced by Fear. Fear of Retribution. Fear of Consequences. Fear of Vengeance."

Thoughout bis Speech, the Shadowed Figure stayed silent.

"That is why I have called you here. I want you to stalk these streets, punish the criminals of this City and strike fear into their hearts from the shadows, so that they know to stay in the light. I don't want you to Kill them, never kill them. Let them live with that fear in their Hearts until their final days."

After he finished his speech, the Figure finally spoke.

"Your Quest is an Honorable one. You seek the betterment of your people's, and are unafraid to resort to drastic measures to achieve that goal. It reminds me of my Liege's resolve." It Spoke, it's voice low and rumbling. "Very Well. From this day forth, I shall protect your City from the Darkness in its own Heart. I shall be your Dark Knight."

...

Had this idea out of nowhere and needed to write it down. In this AU, Bruce still wants to protect his City from crime, but is understandably traumatized from seeing the Deaths of his Parents. He has a deep-seated fear of Dying, so he chooses to forgo fighting crime himself.

Instead, he finds out about a Spirit that his Ancestors helped long ago, and decides that the most logical next step out be to Summon a Demon to protect his City. Instead of training his Body for a decade to become Batman, he trains his Mind and Studies as much about Magic and Demon's as Possible.

He still knows how to fight because he trained with the League. He approached them with an offer to study the Lazarus Pits and give them his findings, and they accepted. But Ra's didn't want a weakling on his Base so he also required Bruce to train his body. He saw his potential for combat, and was so disappointed that Bruce had chosen a different path. He could have been Great!

Bruce still has a thing with Talia that produces Damian, he is still a point of interest from Ra's since he is insanely smart and has huge potential, and he knows how to fight pretty well. Albeit not as well as in Canon.

Bruce becomes the Benefactor/Guy in the Chair for Fright Knight (who is the one he summoned if you couldn't tell), who looks like a "Bat Man" because of Bruce's fear of Bats. Fright Knight agreed to this because 1.) He had a debt to pay, 2.) Bruce reminded him of Danny, and 3.) He respected Bruce's ballsyness to Summon a demon and command it to protect people.

Bruce still adopts his Kids, but there are some changes.

Dick is adamant about fighting Crime, and eventually Bruce is forced to let him go on patrol with Fright Knight, who has started going by Batman. Thankfully Frighty managed to give him some blessings so he had minor powers and would be safer.

Jason is mostly the same, and he is so excited that Robin actually IS Magical. When he dies, Fright Knight, who had gotten attached to their Family, goes into the Zone to search for him. He is unsuccessful unfortunately.

Tim is kind of funny. He figured out that Dick was Robin, and Jason was the 2nd Robi , but assumed that Bruce was Batman. When he approached Bruce about becoming Robin so he would stop going down his violent Cycle, Bruce Redirected him to talk to Fright Knight, who was not taking his failure to find Jason well.

Damien grew up knowing that his Father was a Genius, and the Master of the Batman, which gave him a bit of an Ego. At first he thought of Fright Knight as a Servant, and tried to command him like he did with Alfred. Frighty corrected him quickly enough.

Any more ideas for this AU? I have so many, but I think I need to stop for now.

[mongoosingisme]

Lil bit of Shane smut under the cut.

Contains: snuggling, teasing, the perfect conditions for taking a nap.

Word count: ~850

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only, if you would be so kind

Shane was an excellent cuddler.

Something about his body, big and warm, long arms and wide chest just perfect for snuggling into. But it was his personality too - so willing to rest, to let his body relax, to tell you that you’ve done enough and it was time to come lie down with him.

He was hard to say no to. You’d lay down on the couch together, a bit of a tight squeeze but you didn’t care. You’d tuck up under his arm sometimes, or let him spoon you from behind.

He never said so directly, but sometimes you wondered if before you came into his life it’d been a while since he’d been touched. He’d fold himself into you from behind, pull you in tight, bury his face in your neck, sneak his hand up under your shirt. It’d feel good against your stomach, fingers spread, pressing in just a little, anchoring you to him, or maybe anchoring him to you.

Sometimes that’s all it would be, the two of you wrapped up and comfortable, watching tv as the rain tapped on the roof. Sometimes, though, his hand would start to creep up. An inch at a time, thumb leading, brushing over your rib cage, then higher, stroking at the skin between your breasts, then finally cupping a hand into one side of your bra, holding you with a calloused hand, maybe still, maybe letting the tip of his thumb circle around your nipple.

You’d feel him start to harden behind you. If you were feeling playful you’d shift your hips a little, just enough to tease, but not enough that you’d sacrifice deniability. He might press a kiss onto your neck then, slow, lingering, inhaling through lax lips, stubble scraping just enough to have you wiggling more.

“Something you want?” he might ask, breath puffing against your neck, just as calm and innocent as if he were asking how you liked your coffee. You’d scoff - you could ask him the same question - and he’d laugh softly into your neck. “I’ve got you,” he’d say, hand moving again, coming down to cup you over your pants. He’d press into you from behind, shuddering a little, and for a moment you’d find yourself caught between pressure from both sides.

Then his fingers would find their way down below your waistband, still moving so slow, so light, so casually that it was almost as if you shouldn’t acknowledge it, just focus on whatever was on the TV as he pressed one fingertip to the top of your folds. He might just leave it there, because he was kind of a jerk like that. Let it sit still, just barely brushing against the top of your clit. Let you lie there and feel its warmth, its pressure. It was an unspoken game - who would break first? Would it be you, shifting your hips with a needy sigh, or would it be him, unable to resist the urge to slide lower and see how wet you were for him.

Either way, you both won. Enveloped in his arms, finger moving against you, light, quick strokes beside your clit, his cock hard behind you, giving you something to push back against, to make you both gasp, to make you both move. A little faster, in time, as the tension in your stomach coiled tighter. A little bit harder, the way your hips pushed back against him.

Sometimes he’d bring you up to the edge and then let his finger fall still, laughing quietly at the frustrated noise you’d make. You had all the time in the world, he reasoned. Time to rest and melt into him, let your head relax back into his shoulder, feel the kisses on your neck, let the muscles in your thighs loosen until his finger started to move again. There was no rush, no reason for him not to pull you up and let you fall, twice, three times, four, until you couldn’t stand it anymore and gasped for him to stay there, to keep moving, to keep stroking as he held you, warm and close and tight and good, hold you as you crested, body shaking, bright and sweet and long until you were groaning out with the release.

“Shhh,” he’d say. “I can’t hear the TV.” He’d laugh into your neck as you reached to smack at his shoulder, give you a long, shaking kiss right where your pulse beat, and it only took a second or two to forgive him, to reach back and wrap your hand around the length still pressing against you.

His laughter would die then, replaced by heavy breaths and strangled moans as you worked him through his pants, more than happy to make a mess of him. Gripping tight, just the way he liked, moving fast, smiling to yourself as he’d curl tighter around you, hand on your breast, face pressing into your neck, noisy and desperate and clutching, clinging to you as he’d come with a groan.

His arms would stay around you, even then. Keep you near him, keep you still. Keep you, just keep you, as your bodies softened, molding into each other further, warm and sleepy, relaxed and sated, together and utterly content.

Masterlist

[moeblob]

[corvidjuice]

i love trapping my dad in a moving car with me and telling him everything ever. i have no fucking clue how much he retains or even hears. but its an amazing opportunity for me to be annoying.

[saturnniidae]

None of you understand. Hiccup isn't TALL!!! I refuse to see him as 6'1. He's a champion for short trans boys okay..

[bellaxgiornata]

I've had a very busy and stressful week. My toddler started preschool (as I mentioned) back on Monday and there's been a lot going on besides that. Now unfortunately today I think he's sick and getting the rest of us all sick. So basically...I have written and edited nothing this whole week. The boys have just been quietly giving me sympathetic looks the whole time and I feel so unproductive but I'm also just so tired y'all.

[charismabee]

about the livestream ama

Jonny Sims saying the Contrarian and the Skeptic were a buddy cop duo was so based and real of him

(And that the Opportunist thinks everyone loves him but they don't)

but what interested me most was him saying the Hunted and Cold would be friends. I've never really thought about that pairing before but it does work. The Hunted's main thing being keeping the body alive could help balance out the Cold's general blasé nature when it comes to death, while being rational enough (focussing on his senses and what he knows is real) for the Cold to actually take him seriously. While the Cold being able to push the Hunted to act somewhat like the Stubborn, but slightly less strongly. He's confident that they can get the job done, and with the Hunted keeping them alive they could get a lot done without either really getting sick of the other. Just two reliable guys.

A little off topic but I think they'd work pretty well as a trio with Paranoid too, given a little time for Paranoid to get used to it. Cold's confidence plus Hunted's survival instinct could give him something reliable to work with, and I think he could help him by pointing out when they're going to far in either direction and going to get themselves hurt, as both can be rather single minded (on different things, mind you, but definitelythings that could leave them with blind spots) while Paranoid thinks of every possibility and could probably bring up flaws in any given plan that the others wouldn't notice, and at least Hunted would probably take it into consideration if its going to get them hurt or killed. Like a scared little peer reviewer of any plans the other two would execute

[nagichi-boop]

Saw this Reddit post and oh my days, it’s Shadamy!

[recurring-polynya]

Day 5: Heart / Hobbies / Let’s discuss this over drinks some shinigami and their hobbies, as per Color Bleach+

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this cliff took more lives than i could on my own im losing it

[puppetmaster13u]

More art for @phoenixcatch7 Possessed Doll Au Someone gets to meet Black Bat for the first time- though lets be honest Cass probably spooked someone and then went running to Batdad when they started trying to figure out how she got onto the Watchtower and if she's allowed