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[tinyboobsbignipples]

Hcs for Ellie dating someone with small boobs

N/A (Ignore if you want LMFAO): I think everyone is on board that Ellie is a boob girl, and I totally agree, but whenever I see a post about it, the writer never exactly clarifies what size they are giving the reader, but it is almost always obvious that it is targeted toward girls with a bigger chest. Some writers will even put something like ‘Ellie loves all sizes’ but will continue to only write details for bigger boobs. Which is totally fine. If big boobs are all you know how to write, then continue to do so. I still read them, and I enjoy doing so but sometimes it just feels a little invalidating..? I would also like to say that this isn't targeted at anyone, and this isn't meant to hate or call anyone out this is just something I've noticed as someone with a smaller chest.

Anyway, this is for the girls whose boobs don’t exactly drop or fall when they take their bra off.

WC: 900+

CW: Talks of NSFW at the bottom (separated from the rest of my hcs), I guess thats it?, established relationship.

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Loves when you wear oversized shirts. Small boobs + oversized shirt = more room for Ellie's head to sneak her way into your shirt and listen to your heart beat. For the longest time, she would swear that this was the only way she could fall asleep but then summer came and it got too hot to do that anymore :( 

Got right back to it though when the weather started cooling down 

Ellie loves kissing the tops of your boobs when you wear a low cut shirt. If you don't wear low cut shirts often, she will give extra kisses in hopes that it will show how much she loves you and your body. If you wear them often, then you’ll be getting chest kisses just as much. 

You often tap her nose and say "Boop,” so one day when your nipples were poking through your shirt, she tapped one of them and said “Boop.” You both stared at each other in confusion until you broke and started giggling. You did the same thing to her because her nipples were also poking through her shirt

Loves hugging you. Because both of your guys boobs are small, you guys can get really really close to each other during hugs. Like nose touching close, every limb of your body is touching her, and if your noses weren't in the way, your guys would be able to give each other butterfly kisses. (When you flutter your eyelashes against someone else, in this case, ellies eyelashes.) 

Hugs every day, all day. She's so clingy, she needs to be touching you in some way or “she will die.” (her words) 

If you’re feeling really insecure about the size of your boobs, Ellie will try her best to comfort you. Shes a bit awkward and will often bring up how she has small boobs too and doesnt feel bad about them and sometimes that just makes you feel worse but it's the thought that counts. :’)

If you’re the type to wear tiny tops because your chest allows you to do so, Ellie would just have total heart eyes. She thinks you're so perfect and loves taking you out because she knows you’ll get all dressed up for her. 

Nsfw: 

On the topic of tiny tops (if you wear them), Ellie likes them because of easy access. It's so easy to just drag the fabric down or up, and bam, your chest is right there on display for her. 

The first time Ellie saw you without your top on, her pupils would just expand. She would kiss all over your boobs. Below, on top, right on, everywhere. She's so in love its embarrassing :')

On the rare occasion that you guys are away from each other, she’ll ask for a picture because “she needs to see them,” and you’ll make a joke something along the lines of ‘there's nothing to see’ and she will get so pouty because she's so needy, and you think this is an appropriate time to make jokes. 

You're sitting on Ellie's lap and riding her strap, you guys are face to face. If Ellie's hands are bigger than your chest, then I would imagine she would have her hands on your upper back or your side, right next to where your boobs are, because she likes to watch how they bounce. Even if it's not a lot, she still gets mesmerized. 

Ellie's phone background is a photo of you, holding the camera completely topless with Ellie behind you. Her head rests on your shoulder, and each of her hands is covering your boobs, acting like a bra. 

If you don't wear bras: Before you and Ellie were dating and you guys were just friends, she would try so hard not to stare. She would try focus so so hard on something else, but it was so difficult for her to look away when your nipples were just right there. Later, when she got home, she would touch herself because she practically already knew what your boobs looked like, and Ellie has a very active imagination.

Loves playing with your nipples. Before, during, after sex loves playing with them and loves hearing the little reactions you give her

Pinches your nipples during sex and can get pretty rough with it too 

After sex, when you two are just lying in bed, she will lay her head on your shoulder, put her palm over one of your boobs and just keep it there

Ellie loves sucking on your chest and your nipples. When it leaves a mark its just an added bonus.

She thinks its so hot when its just the two of you home alone and you're walking around in just a tank top proudly showing off the hickeys she gave you last night (and this morning)

[toadstool32]

AT THE BEACH

i made a fanfic for my self insert here u can read it on ao3 or just click the read more idont care

WELCOME TO THE ANNUAL “DO YOU KNOW YOUR PARTNER BETTER THAN YOUR BROTHER” QUIZ! WHERE *YOU* THE PLAYER, COMPETE AGAINST YOUR BROTHERS TO SEE WHO KNOWS YOUR PARTNER BETTER! ARE YOU READY???

Karamatsu, floating in the sea with the help of a surfboard says “what do you mean partner” hes swaying confusedly with the sweet, sweet rhythm of the waves.

“LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT OUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER OF THE DAY, HOW ARE YOU TODAY DARI-CHAN?”.

Darling doggy paddles near the brothers and then floats in a lazy circle with the help of their donut float “Hm? Oh, I'm happy you guys invited me to the beach today! it's so fun hanging out with everyone, thanks for asking totty!”.

“Let's hang out later, yeah?” Todomatsu says in a normal voice while holding the toy microphone in his hands, “AND NOW LET'S LOOK AT THE BROTHER COMPETING TODAY! OSOMATSU NII-SAN INTRODUCE YOURSELF”.

Osomatsu comes up from the water gasping for air “BWAH! augh, Todomatsu you couldn't have introduced me first, could you? aah well, im Osomatsu! oldest of the bunch and besties with Karamatsu's boyfriend, pleased to be heeereee”.

“Eh” says karamatsu.

“Waa! Osochan that's so cool could you have stayed longer down there?” darling says.

“I definitely could! Do you wanna see?” says Osomatsu.

“SHUT UP, WE WILL START THE GAME! FIRST QUESTION PLEASE!”

Ichimatsu and Choromatsu then come up from the water holding up an erasable board, they hold it up and in it it's written "FOOD”.

“There! Now the first question in the quiz ‘DO YOU KNOW YOUR PARTNER BETTER THAN YOUR BROTHER’ is: what's their favorite food?”.

Jyushimatsu comes in splashing water everywhere while carrying a hourglass on his head that's counting down.

“You have one minute to respond!”

“Heh, My  darling doesn't like eating because they have stomach issues so they don't have the luxury of having a favorite food!” karamatsu says confidently.

“That 's true!” darling says while splashing water.

“Osomatsu nii-san what's your answer?”.

“Popcorn” he says smugly.

“That's truer!” darling says excitedly

“That's a point for osomatsu nii-san! and minus one for Karamatsu nii-san”.

“Huh, wa-waawa-wait a second await a secooooonnnd!!” 

A loud buzzer sounds and karamatsu gets swallowed by the water. A few seconds later he resurfaces covered in piranha bites .

“Oi what the hell is your problem!” karamatsu screams 

“Dont complain to the game master” todomatsu says.

“Like hell i will !! ” Karamatsu complains.

“Get him again”.

“Wait no” and he goes under once again.

“Bitey, bitey!” Jyushimatsu says next to darling while karamatsu gets rid of one fish that was stuck to his ear.

“Next question! Jyushimatsu it's your turn!” .

“Hai hai!, darling can you hold this for me” he says while handing over to darling the hourglass “do your best~” darling says now holding the thing on their arms.

“Im Jyushimatsu! i'm the fifth! darling and i play in the park sometimes!”.

“Wait, am I competing against all of yo-” Karamatsu starts.

”NEXT QUESTION! IS!: what is their favorite pastime?” Todomatsu continues with the game show host routine.

“Darling likes to draw!” karamatsu says first and a buzzer-like sound plays after. 

“Darling likes to stare at the ceiling while laying on the floor for hours!” A bell chime sounds indicating that jyuushimatsu gets it right.

“wait- '' karamatsu starts being circled by sharks  and then goes under the water causing a big splash while Jyushimatsu celebrates “yay yay! i got it right! did you see darling?” “i saw!” darling and Jyushimatsu start high fiving and yaaay-ing at each other. When karamatsu comes back up he's bleeding in places and holding on to the surfboard tightly “oi darling! you're an artist you LOVE to draw dont you?”.

Darling stops high fiving Jyushimatsu and looks at karamatsu. “Aah, well it's always nice to take breaks and clear your mind you know…” Jyushimatsu nods and Ichimatsu whispers to choromatsu “...doesn't that just mean he likes to laze around more?”.

“MAY THE NEXT BROTHER PLEASE SWIM BACK HERE” Todomatsu reminds everyone,

“Ah its your turn Ichimatsu” Choromatsu says to Ichimatsu. “Im going im going“

“i'll help you with the board Choromatsu” Osomatsu says.

“Introduce yourself please~”

“What a pain, we all already know each other here, im Ichimatsu, fourth brother…” he looks directly at where darling is floating lazily in circles “blink twice if you need help” he say.

“What” says Darling.

Todomatsu intervenes before things derail again “AND THE NEXT QUESTION IS: HOPES AND DREAMS!: what are their dreams for the future?”.

Everyone oos and aawws and karamatsu sweats nervously, 

“Karamatsu nii-san your answer?”

“Heh” Karamatsu starts “My darling enjoys the idea that in the future she could inspire others with her art!” He says this in a very shining way. There are sparkles in his eyes. It's kinda annoying.

 “Aa what the hell that's so cute…” Osomatsus says while you can hear his ribs breaking and with blood dripping down his mouth. Darling puts their hands on their face to cover a barely there blush.

Ichimatsu raises his hand to answer and breaks the mood a bit “Actually darling wants to be a cat that lives with a pretty older woman who will take care of him and feed him 3 times a day”.

Everyone looks back at Darling who's now fully covering their face and making embarrassed sounds.

“Uh, that's minus one point for Karamatsu nii-san…” 

A buzzer sounds but nothing happens, karamatsu just drowns himself for a bit and then resurfaces, on the way back to his brothers Ichimatsu high fives darling.

“Well, okay, the next one is an easy one for you Karamatsu nii-san, Choromatsu nii-san could you come up front?”.

“Hey who says I'm the one who will get it wrong here?!” Choromatsu says while swimming closer. “I know darling as much as any of our brothers” 

“Sure sure, ok so the theme for the question is!” Osomatsu and Ichimatsu hold up the board and show off the word MUSIC written there with a doodle of a cat that Osomatsu added from when he was playing with it earlier “what's their favorite kind of music to listen to? Karamatsu nii- san whats your answer”.

“Music that gets my dick hard” he says in a deadpan voice.

“EH? what kind of answer is that?” Choromatsu says, “That's an awful answer, Darling likes pop stuff like the kind of music that nyaa-chan sings!” and while thinking of Hashimoto Nyaa Choromatsu starts fangirling on the spot and todomatsus face sours, the buzzer sounds and mid fangirl sesh Choromatsu goes under the water.

“And that's one point for karamatsu nii- san” karamatsu does a pose and his sunglasses shine in the sun “and minus one point for us brothers, oi ya hear that chorofappynsky the first? you're lowering our score!” “yeah!” “boooooo” “lets kill him”.

“Darling, did you hear that! i got a point!” karamatsu waves towards Darling who has floated a bit away from the movement of the waves that the brothers are making “I saw! you can win this i believe in you!!” They are actually so cute together it makes me sick to write.

When choromatsu comes back up for air he's all like “HEY don't get excited for a single point!! and you!” he says pointing at Darling ”what kinda answer is ‘music that gets my dick hard’ that doesn't make any sense!!” Darling looks confused for a bit and then they explain.

“Well isn't Hashimoto Nyaas music your favorite? and it gets your dick hard so then *i* also have music that gets me hard” 

Karamatsu swims towards Darling and claps them in the back making Darling lose grip of the hourglass they were holding and sink into the water”aw man” they say “yeah! everyone has music that calls to our souls!” Karamatsu  says “and our dicks” adds Darling.

“You guys SO deserve each other” says Choromatsu in a way that doesn't make it sound like a compliment

RIght as choromatsu turns to go away, Darling whispers to karamatsu “But really we all know no one goes to a Nyaa concert for the music…”.

“HEY-”

“Ok everyone shut up it's my turn, Ichimatsu nii-san can you take over for the last question? thank you~” Todomatsu then swims into position while everyone gets rearranged.

“uh ok so the next theme for the question is…” Osomatsu and Jyushimatsu now hold up the board and it now says GRADES “...why would he even know that, what, anyway the next question is: how many classes did they fail back in  highschool? who even came up with these questions…”

“Kyaa that's so embarrassing! I don't even remember any of what happened back then!”

“Right then, shittymatsu what's your answer”.

“Uhh, none!” buzzer sound “One!” buzzer sound “THREE??” buzzer sound wait wait wait hang on how am i supposed to know this'' and down the water he goes.

“Todomatsu, what's your answer”.

“Hang on ummm” he types in something on his phone and then answers ”One every semester, so six total”.

“i'm not gonna ask how you got that one correct”

“Tehee!”

Darling covers their face in shame “ aaa that's so embarrassing….!!”

The brothers minus Karamatsu celebrate the win on the game and then a big wave comes on and drowns everyonewe

[tiny-increments]

Keeping it together (is a fine, fine line)

Summary: Matthew Murdock is (predictably) terrible at taking a vacation.

Read on Ao3

[helianthus-hellion]

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For the emoji game pls 🙂

🫂- A hug when they really needed it

(buddy i'm so sorry i do not remember when we became mutuals so idk what fandom u may be expecting here but ur getting critrole)

Orym sighed a little, using a branch to stir the embers of the fire and bring them back to life, watching the sparks drift up and disappear into the night. Imogen sat not too far from him, holding her hands up to the weak flame to warm them, her face lit in a soft red-orange glow that mimicked the light of the smaller moon hanging in the sky above them. She peered at him, studying his face, and opened her mouth once before closing it again, scrunching her face up a little.

"Look, Orym, I... I don't mean to pry, but, y'know, I can't shut people out too well when I get tired, and... You're awful sad tonight."

He looked over at her, then away again just as quickly, almost sheepish. "Sorry. I can try to, I dunno, think quieter?"

"No, no! I'm not mad at you, I'm just... worried. Do you wanna talk about it?"

There was a long pause, and Imogen almost regretted asking, started to take it back, and then he spoke up again, quieter than before.

"It's Will's birthday." Chetney had, with Orym's permission, told the rest of the group about Will, and it was nice to be able to talk about him, not to feel like he had to carry his memory around in secret, but sometimes he missed being around people who knew him, like that little spark of shared memory kept some part of him alive. And all day, he'd been feeling that absence like a dull ache in his chest.

"Oh, Orym." She scootched closer to him, until their shoulders were almost touching, and held her arm out to the side. "May I?" He nodded, leaning into her side, letting her wrap her arm tight around him and rest her head on top of his. "Tell me about him?"

So he did. He told her about how they'd met in Zephrah, about training together, about meeting his family and making an absolute ass of himself when he'd mixed up his sisters. He told her about Will's favorite foods, and his favorite places in the forest, and how he'd taught Orym about the constellations, given him names for the shapes in the stars. He told her about all the things that made Will special, all the things that made him Will, and she listened until he had just about talked himself out.

"He sounds like he was a good man."

"He was. Gods, he was. I was lucky to get to meet him, and I was even luckier to get to love him. Thank you, Imogen, for letting me talk about him."

"Of course. I know you'd do the same for any of us. And y'know what? I think he was pretty lucky, too, to be loved by someone like you." She squeezed him a little tighter, and when the sun began to peek over the horizon and they went to wake the others, he found that the ache in his chest had eased, just a bit.

[bluerosefox]

Of Tiny Tots, Mistaken Identities, and Reunions

Seventeen year old Damian Wayne is dragged to a business deal outside of Gotham (along with his father and Drake), mostly to keep up appearances that the family does work outside of Gotham, networking, and because Damian does need to learn the ropes of the company, he decides to head outside the meeting with the Manson family to get a breather (mainly cause the Manson's were annoying him fully, it was like they were trying to suck up towards Damian and trying to push their daughter on him but at the same time he caught them almost insulting and hostile towards him before they would stop and correct themselves) when out of the blue a three year old toddler with black hair comes running over with a cheerful "Daddy!" and latches onto his leg.

Damian is stunned in place but feels frozen when he hears a voice, older and almost identical to his own but he can detect a familiarity in it, a voice he only hears in his dreams nowadays say.

"Ellie, no! That's not me Starlight! I'm so sorry dude-"

When Damian turned his head towards the voice he's meet with an near identical face, granted there were some minor differences, but very, very familiar pair of striking blue eyes staring at him. Eyes that were somehow full of life, which shouldn't be possible because the last time he saw those eyes they had been dim and milked over years ago. The speaker had become startled at the his sudden turn and the words that he had been saying had quickly died out when he too took in Damian's features.

"D...Damian?..." the name came out so soft and small that Damian almost didn't hear it but he did.

And before Damian could stop himself, he spoke a name he hadn't dared utter in years.

"Danyal."

His twin looked like he had just seen a ghost, and Damian was sure he looked the same. And given the last time they had last saw each other it was no wonder they both looked like death warmed over them for a moment.

After all... Damian had failed to protect his brother, Danyal al Ghul all those years ago on a botched mission.

His bother who... wasn't dead.

His brother who was looking like he wanted to run but was keeping himself rooted in his spot.

His brother whose eyes were glancing downwards and seemed so nervous.

His brother who knew the little girl, Ellie, still hugging his legs.

His brother who had... responded and corrected her mix up when she had called Damian 'Daddy.'

And oh, she's looking up at him and making grabby hands wanting to be picked up and she has Danyal's eyes and his nose and-

Oh... Damian.... Damian's an uncle it seems.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

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[originalartblog]

Tiny skk Thunderstorm Megacomic: part 1 (here ↓) - part 2

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part 2

[evilminji]

Okay... we KNOW that Justice League Dark is actually Competent at their Jobs.

Can banish most Spooks back home with out pausing to look up from their sandwich.

But you know what they HAVEN'T done? Dealt with the fuckin American Government. And all the complexe back-stabbery and "not my depart"ing that entails. The covering of asses and silencing of whistle blowers. Smearing of character. Just... the general BULLSHIT, legal and political, necessary to get those Ecto Acts consigned to the Depths of Hell where they belong.

Amity? Is fine.

Big ol Lair. Nothing nefarious getting in, few people ever bothering to go out. But like... they'd kind like THE OPTION, you know? Kids going to elite colleges. Jobs in other cities. That sorta thing! Maybe even new blood!

Stagnation feels too... Zone.

But they can't exactly FORCE the guys to focus on this one thing. And? They don't exactly... trust? Them? It's not personal. They're just not ghosts. Well, one is. But you can't ask ONE hero to handle all of that by himself! That's just unreasonable! Mr. Brand, while dashing and accomplished, has only so many hours in the day!

But what do DO???

...........well.......... Youngblood has an idea?

What if we annoyed them?

(How bout now? How bout now? How bout now? How bout now? How bout no-?)

Ooooooh~? Says the collectively gathered Ghost Regulars of Amity. Yes, that INCLUDES DANNY. They are INTRIGUED! Ghosts DO enjoy a good haunting. A light bit of Mischief, now and then. Some troublemaking! If you will~

I mean... Muses the resident Stick in the Mud, Phantom. As long as we all agree to some Ground Rules first...

Just until the finally Do Their JOBS, of course.....

The giggling is both bone chilling and filled with plotting. And so! The campaign of ghostly Minor To Moderate Inconveniences, begins! THINK FAST! *appears before Constantine, drops a LITERAL kid in his lap (as in a baby goat), in a "careful, I'm anxious!" Vest, then disappears.* The goat? Starts trying to eat his shirt. And is non magical.

It's the fifth random but slightly difficult to get rid off object or animal, dumped on him in the last two weeks. All juuuuust barely past that threshold where they're precious enough, he wouldn't feel comfortable handing um to some rando and walking away. GDI.

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe

[lilybug-02]

You’re making a lot of promises there Chara…

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—Full Series—

I enjoyed doing this little Flashback scene. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled freakout session soon. Having monochrome color is very nice.

Here is a gif of Chara spilling their water because YES. And I spent way too long on it :)

Wow technology is so cool.

[justanotherignot]

Letter from Isobel (AND AYLIN!)

[tinyboobsbignipples]

Insomnia.

Reader has trouble sleeping.

Abby Anderson x Reader

Word count: 1058

Warnings: Sfw. Established relationship. A very slight and tiny hint toward sex. Not proofread. Pet names used instead of y/n. Babe, bun, love. Reader referred to as girl.

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Your eyes watched the night sky. A faint breeze came through your open window. Every so often Abby would cuddle closer to the pillow she was holding when a cold gust of wind would fly through the room. You smiled to yourself seeing as the pillow was practically being crushed by Abby's strong arms. You were once in the pillow's place. After laying in bed for what seemed like hours you quickly replaced yourself with the pillow in hopes of not waking Abby. Usually, she would wake up when you removed yourself from her embrace but today she was extremely tired so you got lucky in not interrupting her slumber.

Now, you were sitting below the window ledge, you were positioned on your knees which were currently cushioned by your favorite pillow, blocking you from the hard floor. Your back was stretched as far as it could go and your forearms were against the ledge while your cheek was smashed into the back of your hands. You loved looking at the stars. It was always so peaceful at night. You looked at the clouds. You could only tell that they were there if you focused your eyes on them. As your eyes danced from star to star you began to hear the sound of your puffy comforter moving around. Your quickly turned toward your girlfriend.

The tired blonde had a confused expression on her face as she began to realize you weren't laying next to her. She searched around the bed, her sleepy state making her mind take a few seconds longer to fully register that you weren't in bed. "Babe?" Her raspy voice asks although it could have easily been mistaken for a random groan. "I'm right here." You call out. She looks up to you and her shoulders instantly relax seeing as you're okay and still in the room with her. "What are you still doing up, bun?" Abby asks. "I can't sleep." You respond simply and look back up at the moon. "Looking at the sky again?" She asks. "Mhm," You hum with a slight nod. "The stars seem brighter tonight for some reason."

Abby lays back down and stares at the ceiling. You both know that she won't be able to fall back asleep unless she is able to feel you. The silence that filled the room was interrupted by a sigh from Abby. "Do you want to come up here or am I gonna have to go down there with you?" Abby asked as she propped herself up on her forearms. She knew all too well about your insomnia and she was sure you had tried to fall asleep many times before you decided to get up and sit on the floor. "I dunno." You responded. You looked at the clock. 4:38 am. "I can't sleep. I've tried everything." You mumbled referring to a book Abby had gifted you not too long ago. While she was out she found a book full of methods to help insomniacs sleep. However, none seemed to help your case.

"I'm sorry, bun," Abby said. You moved from your perched position and laid down on the bed next to Abby. "Can we stay awake together?" You ask as you look into her eyes. "Yeah, we can. I'll stay awake while you're still up." Abby yawned. "What do ya' wanna talk about?" Abby asks knowing that conversation always manages to get a yawn out of you. "I dunno." You say making Abby chuckle slightly. "Well, what's on your mind?" Your girlfriend asks you. You take a second to respond, trying to think of an answer. "I was just looking at the stars. My thoughts were kind of, I don't know, frozen? I guess. Like I wasn't really thinking? I don't know how to explain it..." You sigh. "... Do you think it's too late for me to go to bed? Should I just wait for the morning?" You ask.

Abby turned her head to look at the clock even though no matter what time was shown Abby would have given you the same answer. "You need your rest, love. You know how you get when you're low on sleep." You sighed knowing Abby was right. You scoot closer to Abby, resting your head on her chest. Your arm wrapped around her torso and you threw your leg over hers. Her strong arm wrapped around your body securing your position. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you lay there with each other. Neither of you said anything. A few minutes passed by and you were almost sure she had fallen asleep but to your surprise, she spoke up.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The blonde asks. You shook your head 'no.' Her hand trailed down to the waistband of your shorts. Her fingertips toyed with the elastic. You giggled at her silent suggestions. "No." You grinned. "No?" Abby asked. With the tone of her voice, you could tell she was smiling. "I think that's a first." She joked and removes her fingers that were tucked under your waistband and moved them to your waist.

"Shut up." You yawn and push your head further into Abby's chest. With her free hand, she moved a strand of hair that was covering your face. "That's my girl." She praised as you yawned into her chest. You blush at the girl's words. She kissed your forehead again and began rubbing your back. You close your eyes and focus all of your attention on Abby. The way her hand was slowly but surely hiking up your thin t-shirt with the way her hand was going up and down your back. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. Your breathing was in sync with hers. You focused your hearing on the sound of her breath and her soothing heartbeat which was right below your ear.

Soon enough you let sleep take over you. Abby wasn't sure when exactly it happened but it was now 5:12 am. She fought sleep for as long as she could. Every time she felt her eyes closing she lifted her eyebrows in an attempt to lift her heavy eyelids. She kissed your forehead once more then finally let herself fall asleep with the morning sunrise peeking through the window.

[toadstool32]

DAVE: why does everyone want us knights to go back to training so bad we aren’t even the most fighty kinda dudes if we had a little garden with flowers around we would hold hands while jumping around like idiots all day but nooo we gotta get back in the grind and train 24/7 to get in some gains (fire emoji fire emoji red 100 emoji) in our lanky asses change our diet to be all meat omnomnom thank you for the meal bone and all

DAVE: become some kind of savage macho alpha kinda shit

DAVE: awoo and all that or whatever happens in shitty omegaverse novels

DAVE: our manly musk will be so pungent everyone in this universe and the next will know just how stupidly dedicated to being the worst at attempting to be decent people. It is us

KARKAT: ALPHAVERSE.

DAVE:

DAVE:

DAVE: you

DAVE: holy shit is there troll omegaverse

KARKAT: IF IM PICKING UP WHAT YOU’RE PUTTING DOWN THEN YES. THERE USED TO EXIST BACK IN ALTERNIA A SUBGENRE OF ROMANCE NOVELS WHERE THERE WAS A FICTIONAL BIOLOGICAL HIERARCHY WHERE TROLLS WOULD BE SORTED INTO ALPHA BETA OR OMEGAS AND IT WAS JUST A THINLY VEILED EXCUSE FOR WRITERS TO MAKE LOW/HIGHBLOOD PAIRINGS LESS ABOUT CASTE DIFFERENCE AND MORE ABOUT FATE OR WHATEVER.

KARKAT: IT WAS NOT MY THING BUT I KNOW SOME TROLLS JUST GOBBLED THAT SHIT UP.

DAVE: haha dude I cant believe ther is troll omegaverse this is bonkers

KARKAT: IT IS BONKERS THAT ONE OF OUR CULTURAL SIMILARITIES INCLUDE A VERY NICHE SUBGENRE OF SHITTY SMUT.

DAVE: tell me more

KARKAT: WHY YOU WOULD EVEN KNOW WHAT ALPHAVERSE IS YOU DON’T SEEM THE TYPE TO BE SO INTERESTED IN THIS.

DAVE: listen theres only so much research one can do on furry shit for the ironies up until u stuble ass first into wolf knot

KARKAT: ???

KARKAT: WHAT DO WOLVES HAVE TO DO WITH THIS.

DAVE: oh now you HAVE to tell me about this alphaverse shit I wanna know this, doctor strider is IN we are gonna dissect our cultural differences

KARKAT: AND YOU WILL DO THIS THROUGH SMUT.

DAVE: naturally

DAVE: now tell me about it

KARKAT: YOU ARE SO WEIRD.

KARKAT: BUT I GUESS I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT ONE. IN WHICH A EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED BRONZE OMEGA AND A PUSHOVER INDIGO ALPHA HAVE A HATEFRIENDS WITH BENEFITS SITUATION UP UNTIL ONE DAY THE ALPHA DECIDE HE CAN NO LONGER BEAR THE TOUGHT OF NOT BEING IN A SET QUADRANT WITH HIS OMEGA SO INSTEAD OF CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS HE GOES AND FUCKS OFF ON SPACE TRIP OFF PLANET. THE OMEGA THEN IN HIS MISERY GOES AND PROPOSITIONS HIMSELF TO THE MOIRAIL OF THE INDIGO WHO IS ALSO MANAGING THE MISSIONS THAT GO OFF PLANET AND ALSO AN ALPHA IN A FIT OF JEALOUSLY EVEN WHEN THEY WEREN’T EVEN EXCLUSIVE, THE INDIGOS MOIRAIL TRIES TO CORRAL THEM INTO A CLUBS SITUATION BUT BY THEN IT IS TOO LATE AND THE WHOLE FRIEND GROUP IS ALREADY AWARE OF HOW FUCKING BAD AT THIS THEY ARE, THEN THE ALPHA GETS SHAMED IN FRONT OF THEIR WHOLE FRIEND GROUP BY DOING MORE AND MORE RIDICULOUS ACTS AS PENANCE THAT THE OMEGA CALLS REVENGE BUT EVERYONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS IT'S JUST A VERY WEIRD COURTING RITUAL SOMEHOW, THE ALPHA GETS MAULED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN A FRANKLY DISGUSTING ACT OF RED AFFECTION WHICH MANAGES TO MAKE THE OMEGA GO FROM PITCH TO RED, THUS MANAGING TO COMPLETE THE COURTING AND FINALLY EMBRACING AFTER EVERYTHING THUS KILLING THE PAIR AFTER THE INSERTION OF THE EGGS IS COMPLETE.

 DAVE: on second thought maybe we should stop talking about this

DAVE: like. Forever and ever

[tiny-increments]

Nelson, Murdock, and Page have a daily Wordle contest.

Foggy, trying and failing to be nonchalant: “Hey, Karen, did you, uh, do Wordle today?”

Karen, not looking up from her laptop: “Not yet. You know I usually do it during lunch.”

Foggy, calling into the other office: “Hey, Matt! Did you do Wordle today?”

Matt, already annoyed: “Yes. In four. Fucking double letters.”

Karen, glaring daggers in Matt’s direction: “Spoilers!”

Matt, rolling his chair to “see” Foggy in the lobby: “Please don’t tell me you’ve been guessing your name this whole time.”

Karen, on the verge of tears: “Spoilers!!!”

[hypewinter]

Hal bent down as the little girl approached him. Even then, he still managed to tower over her with how small she was.

"Hey there little lady," he said. "Anything I can help you with this fine evening?"

The little girl looked at him anxiously, fiddling with her hands. Ok so not a nervous fan. Hal immediately switched to serious mode, scanning the crowd for anyone who could be her parents. He didn't see anyone running up to the two of them or even so much as keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

"Is something the matter?" Hal questioned, making sure to keep his voice even and calm.

The girl continued fidgeting, her big blue eyes scanning from side to side. Finally she spoke. "You wiff da space po-eece yes? Not da am-ear-ree-ca one?"

Hal smiled at the girl. "Yes, I'm with the space police." Honestly that was oversimplifying the Corps a little but he had long since gotten to citizens calling him a space cop.

The girl offered up a small nervous smile of her own. "So you won't tell da gov-ment what I tell you wight?"

Hal was on high alert now. Just what was this little girl trying to tell him? "I won't tell. I promise," he said after a second.

The girl broke into a big smile at this. "Really? Dis way den." She started tugging Hal along and he began to follow.

"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"You see," was all she replied.

Hal was led down a couple different alleyways and was beginning to think he was walking into a trap when they reached an abandoned building. The girl dashed in and up the old rusted stairs, with Hal following closely behind her.

If this really is a trap, I'll never hear the end of it from Batman, he thought morbidly as he cleared the last step. Instead of finding himself facing an ambush however, he saw a boy curled up on an old mattress. The girl was already by his side as Hal approached.

"Don wowee Danny, I got help. Like I said I would," he caught the little girl whispering as he knelt down next to the boy. He had to have been older than the girl. Three years older maybe? Yet he was still so small. Hal took sight of his condition. He was in pain. That much was certain by his little face scrunched up in agony and his quiet moans. He was also sweating profusely. His raven black hair sticking to his forehead. Fever maybe?

Hal continued his observations as he scanned down the boy's body until he got to his stomach. The boy was clutching it and Hal could make out blood bleeding through from underneath. Oh no.

He quickly yet carefully removed the boy's arm to get a better look at the wound. The kid let out a groan as his arm was peeled away. Hal couldn't help but thank Oa for all his training that helped prevent him from letting out a gasp.

The boy's chest was covered in blood. Dark red mixed with flecks of green soaked through his shirt and there were bandages that had been amateurishly tied around the wound.

"How did this happen?" Hal asked, turning back to the girl. He did his best to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

Her smile was gone now, and her eyes welled up with tears. "He pwotected me," she said. "Dey wanted to huwrt us. Dey shot at us. Danny pwotected me."

Anger boiled within Hal. Who would shoot at these children? They were only little kids. If what the girl had said earlier was anything to go off of, the answer had something to do with the government. He would have to take care of that later though. For now, this boy needed medical attention.

"Let's get Danny to a hospital," Hal said resolutely, as he got up.

"No!" the little girl screeched. "No has-pee-tail. Too dan-er-us!"

"But he needs-" Hal started but then he met the girl's eyes. There was abject fear in them. As if going to the hospital would be a death sentence for both children. Where else were they supposed to go though? The boy- Danny needed medical attention stat. That much was certain.

Hal paused. There was one place. He sighed. Batman was going to kill him for this.

"Okay okay. No hospital. But what about space?"

"Space?" the girl repeated.

Hal nodded.

The little girl smiled. "Danny lobes space!"

"Well then. That's perfect."

Hal constructed a new bed for the boy, carefully easing him onto it before putting a protective dome around both children. The little girl giggled as he lifted them up. He then turned to the wall where he created a giant hammer to knock it down. Then they were off. Flying higher and higher, towards the atmosphere. As the Watchtower got closer in sight, Hal couldn't help but groan. Taking civilians to the Watchtower? Oh yeah, Batman was definitely going to kill him.

[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[tooquirkytolose]

giant floating obelisk! Give it up for the giant floating obelisk in the sky everybody!!!