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[nell0-0]

Them Links during the war

[spacedace]

dp x dc prompt/mini blurb thing:

Somewhere along the line, stealing the Batmobile had seemed like the best option.

Elle would stand by that - admittedly short-sighted and kind of panic induced - logic. It was a vehicle that no one would try and stop. It was fast. The keys were in the ignition. Easiest car theft of her life. Or, well, unlife. Whatever. Still the easiest.

She may have forgotten that Superman could fly as fast as the stupid tank of a car could go. Or that Gotham had other vigilantes, that had bikes that were way more maneuverable, or that Billy was a big baby about car chases.

“WATCH THE ROAD!”

“YOU WATCH THE ROAD I’M DRIVING HERE!”

[dunkinbublin]

I offer him as a sacrifical offering for thy art requests.

But with added werehog flavor, if desired.

*furious eggman typing noises* google is it possible for your furry kid to go through a double furry phase

[leafsfromthevine]

me: 😐

me when sokka and zuko are next to each other: 😮🤯🤩🫶🌈✨️

[skellydun]

made it to my tiny cabin and realized I forgot every single book I bought to read so we love that for me

[peachducy]

my favourite kind of descole situations are the ones where he breaks through layton's office window

NO TIME FOR DAT LAYTOING...

[mayhemspreadingguy]

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A gift for my beloved @magnusbae ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡).

[see-arcane]

Van Helsing, Bram Flakes Stoker, the audience: This vampire is a terrible and persistent predator! He strikes whenever he can, the moment we let down our guard! What a dastardly and enigmatic fiend to make a victim of this poor girl without end..!

Dracula, who thinks he’s stumbled upon the Greatest Blood Donor in the World (a girl who comes in multiple blood flavors, seasoned with various liquors and hard Victorian drugs) doing a happy little bat dance outside the window as he wonders what tonight’s mystery meal will be: 🦇🩸🖤!!!

[mostly-natm]

Sunbathing and reassurances! ☀️✨🐱

[jellydragons]

tetra is having a Day

[rcrisdraws]

It's 1 AM. Tumblr scrapped its own content and is negotiating selling it to OpenAI.

The world is truly closing in on artists, which is less to say that I'll ever stop making art bc making art means life to me, but what part of that is going to be shared? I don't know. I seriously don't know...

It's the main reason I left twitter.

I am already sharing less than half of what I make here on tumblr nowadays, not because I don't want to, but what's the point.

I have so many horses; AI can't do horses and it sure as hell won't learn of the back of my work.

I have suggestive fanart that has no nudity in it whatsoever and i am so happy with; following the CEP thing even that has a chance to get flagged bc i've seen it be done to other artists.

I have 10 years worth of work here, i don't want to move. But half of my art got flagged all the way in 2018 and i didn't have the energy to appeal it.

Discord already is selling everything you send through it to OpenAI. Private discord server for art sharing just doesn't work.

So what's the point?

I'm tired...

[muwitch]

bane's chosen

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about one of those moments where Bakugou’s had to stay late at the agency because of someone else’s fuck up, and he’s in such a foul mood about it. Especially when he knows he could be at home with you in a nice, warm bed. The sidekick responsible already long gone, his team sending him home hours ago because they were worried he’d make things worse (he would’ve, Bakugou decides).

And he’s ready to say “fuck the paperwork,” when he hears his door click open, his deep frown immediately softening when he notices you step inside his office. Clad in an oversized coat as you give him a sultry smile, vibrant red lips glistening under the harsh light in his office. The huge window shows cases the perfect view of the city, buildings glow in the darkness of night but all Bakugou can look at is you.

But then your hands move to unfasten the coat, letting it fall open to reveal the pretty intricate lingerie you were wearing under it. Bakugou can already feel his cock throbbing beneath his slacks, did you get public transport here? The thought of you dressed like that surrounded by dozens of people commuting through the city has his adam’s apple bobbing and his heart clenching.

Either way, he can’t take his eyes off you. Paperwork long forgotten as he steps around his desk to get a closer look, rough hands immediately disappearing beneath the coat to trace against the delicate lace.

“You just walk into any old Pro-Hero’s office dressed like this so late, sweetheart?” His hand gropes the fat of your ass as he swallows the groan that rumbles deep and guttural in his chest, “Or am I just lucky?”

[petite-phthora]

Can I kiss you?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 1]

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“—so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to kill him! It was an accident! He just jumped me out of nowhere and I have had bad experiences with clowns in the past so when I saw it was a clown trying to kidnap me I kinda just panicked and punched him! I swear, dude, I didn’t mean to hit him so hard—“

Jason, much too calmly, likely in some form of shock, rises from the crouched-down position he had been in to check the clown corpse’s pulse.

He had seen the poor, still rambling, twink getting grabbed from a distance and was about to step in as Red Hood, not even having been aware it was the Joker who —shouldn’t he have been in Arkham? There has been no announcement of him breaking out yet— had grabbed the guy until he had run close enough to the scene.

Which was after the guy had already been startled so badly by the Joker trying to kidnap him that he sucker punched the Joker into the wall of the alley so hard the clown died.

Said twink then realized what he had done and that he had a witness, that witness being Red Hood himself, and had started his frenzied speech on how it was an accident and to please don’t take him to jail he’s only just started his scholarship at Gotham U. and he can’t have murder on his track record yet.

Breathless, Jason looks at the nervous twink in front of him, who's still trying to plead his case, and who just obliterated the Joker with a punch.

Before his brain can catch up to his mouth, he’s already cutting the distressed monologuing off.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out.

Danny, taken off guard, breaks out of his panicked—oh, Ancients, I just killed someone— stupor and lets out a startled laugh.

“Take me out to dinner first” came the automatic joking reply, Danny still largely in shock of what he did.

Jason, either not picking up on the joking tone or ignoring it, nods seriously, already trying to come up with the best place for a dinner date with the cute twink to thank him for his service to the city.

Danny, who has calmed down slightly by now, glances between the red-helmed vigilante and the clown corpse. His gaze lands on Red Hood and he hesitantly speaks up again.

“So, uh, what happens now? Do I need to go to the station to make a statement orrrr?” He pauses awkwardly.

Jason, who’s still trying to figure out whether the Bat Burger would be a good place for a first date or not, doesn’t reply.

“I’ve got school in the morning and I only have like,” he pauses to check his phone for the time, “3 more hours before I have to be up for my first lesson. Soooo, I’m just gonna go. That cool?”

Again, he waits for a reply. But it doesn’t come.

“Right. Cool cool. Uh, see you later? Mr. Red Hood dude sir?” Danny gives a clumsy and awkward salute before turning tail and speed-walking away.

It’s not until 30 minutes later, once Jason has finally decided on the perfect place to take the guy to dinner to, that he realizes the twink is gone.

Fuck, he forgot to ask for the guy’s name.

…

And number.

[pinkeoni]

STRANGER THINGS Season 1 Episode 1 "The Vanishing of Will Byers" Created by The Duffer Brothers