I just wanna love them. Here is my altar. Take me.
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🙊 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ❤️
All right, here's a little something I'm passionate about.
We, as humans, need artists. The creative soul, that drive to forge something new and brilliant from our imagination, is what makes us so uniquely us.
Artist patronage isn't a novel concept. People and groups have been supporting creatives for millennia. This is normal. It's so important to support each other, to lift each other up, now more than ever.
I'm a big fan of supporting artists I love on Patreon. Doesn't quite have that old day charm, but it's still a fantastic way of helping creatives pursue their visions and endeavours. 😊💜
I want to share my good friend Sin's patreon! Sin's writing, a delicious showcase of character narrative, dark plots and extremely poignant smut, helped me understand a lot about myself and the things I've suffered and repressed growing up. Incredible talent, and an incredible, supportive friend. Please go take a look, and go support a friend, an artist, a creative of your own! We need to be helping each other at every opportunity. 🥰
I waffle way too much, but this is close to my heart. 😊🥰
Curriculum of the Heart and Soul
I wrote a longform fic sometime last year, set in a supernatural themed AU Gotham. It’s sitting in my wip folder because it’s both unfinished and needs serious editing.
But I thought, why not write a fluffier, dark romance otome-style serial drabble fic for Tumblr, in a university setting? Various love interests, and readers can eventually vote on who they want for the main love interest/story conclusion. I thought it’d be fun.
The fiends who may steal your heart:
Vampire!Dick Grayson
Werewolf!Jason Todd
Demon!Damian Wayne
So without further ado, here’s a little bite of your vampire king!
There’s no one who says poise and charm with a smile more than Dick Grayson. It’s hard to say what captivates you first: those beautiful blue eyes or the way they seem to fix on you, as if you’re the most interesting person in the world. He’s intrigued, he’s curious, and he wants to know more about the people around him. He’s a social superstar, championing conversations with a rare thoughtfulness that makes you feel seen and heard. He draws light from the room effortlessly, a man born to the spotlight but never craving it. He’s not a showoff, but his natural magnetism makes him graceful, makes him appealing. You *want* to be his friend: friendship with him is a blessing.
Hi! , what about f!reader was a close friend to Jason Todd and when she was sitting and talking with him, she gets her period and left a mark on his couch? 😙🫶🏻
This was such an interesting thought experiment. Thank you for the ask, first off. =^-^=
As an aside, I love bloodplay/knifeplay Jason. I’ve written a lot of personal stuff on this. The idea that this brave, broken man can take you apart with trust and keep you safe, even when you’re coming apart for him… ahhhh… I’m tickled in a good way. <3
So this was a lovely exploration. Jason and blood, him doing his best to take care of you in his own way… I really enjoyed it.
Also I do have a distant acquaintance whose brother helped work on Untitled Goose Game, so if you ever get a chance to play it, I highly recommend it. It’s a lot of stupid fun. =^^=
‘There’s no shame in keeping secrets from your friends, but you can never tell when your guilt and shame might become another man’s pleasure.’
Warnings: Blood
Words: 1.1k
Ship: Pining Jason (?) for F!reader
“I promise this is good. My friend’s friend’s cousin is friends with the people who made this. I swear it.”
“Right, well… Suspicious connections aside, I’ll trust you. This once.” There’s a warm tone of warning in his voice, the kind that puts you at your ease whilst hoping for some mercy.
You settle into the couch, side-by-side, shoulders touching one of your closest friends in the whole world: Jason Todd. He might be busy, but he tries to make time for you, for your low-effort, low-key game-and-chill sessions. His warmth is familiar, comfortable even, but the tension lingers, always, in the way he shifts when he’s near, the way his thigh is tense beside yours. Sturdy, but like he has something to hide. Like he has to be ready to run.
The angry goose honks.
Jason’s face breaks into one of those cruel little smirks he wears when he’s both amused and annoyed. “I see. Why am I an angry goose?”
“Why not? We both are.” You nudge him gently with an elbow, leaning forwards slightly. “It’s fun! Wanton chaos and destruction, none of the…” You glance up at him, his green eyes searching your face for the words you’re holding back, “none of the pain, Jay. Just two angry geese in some countryside village. Our own little reign of terror.”
It makes me happy when they listen
YES. YES YES YES THANK YOU
This is the most successful way I’ve found of making new friends (both sides of the convo work, guarantee it)!
can i get a request for mermaid jason todd :-)
Oooh, it was so tricky to keep to a short drabble and not spiral into some AU longform fic. XD Hopefully this one works for you! <3 I enjoyed it, and I’m desperate to write more. AHHHH. Where is my writing time going?
‘To tame a monster is to see the man beneath, and choose both.’
Warnings: violence, non-con (tentacle god), tentacles, vaguely fuck-or-die, monsterfucking (I guess)
Words: 2.7k
Ship: Mermaid!Jason x royal mermaid f!reader
Consciousness returns in flickers of pain, in shuddering gasps and stolen breath. Something’s circling your throat, a gentle but increasing pressure, stealing from you life and awareness.
You thrash uselessly. Your arms are bound, pinned to your sides. Your beautiful aquatic form, a velvety, snow-white tail that resolves in an inky black tail, swings wildly side-to-side. The pressure creeps downwards, cinching your waist, curling over your hips and finding the closed slit of your core. The touch is brief, a question and an exploration, before continuing downwards.
Tentacles, you realise. Wrapping you up, twisting around your form until you’re struggling to breathe.
Okay, I'm a slut. Could I req something with Shiesty and at least one of the other variants... perhaps Omni or even Lensless or Mohawk. OR all of the above. Whatever the spirit moves you to write, queen 🙏
Oooh, YES! Yes I can! Okay so- Shiesty/MC/Mohawk are getting their very slow burn in Gravity of the Cosmos.
I was driving the other day and had a stupid/good (?) idea for Omni, with a lil bit of Shiesty in there, so I’ll save Omni for that.
And I wanna give Lenny boy some more attention! (Justice for GVG, that’s all I’m gonna say). <3
So here, I hope you enjoy some Lensless fun and games! (I think this will have a part two because I really want to write a part two, but it was getting long. Ahhhh I can’t stop.)
“Debts collected in blood, but when it comes to Lensless, who knows how much you owe?”
Warnings: violence, non-con/dub-con (Lensless to MC and Shiesty), public humiliation (kinda, idk), public sex, MxFxM
Words: 2k
Shiesty x f!reader x Lensless
WHAM!
It begins, as it always does, with Lensless finding the line and doing a merry jig all over it.
The line is Shiesty’s patience.
It is very thin.
This is the kind of game that Lensless enjoys playing. He’ll poke and he’ll prod and he’ll taunt until Shiesty snaps. Because your boyfriend’s rage is beautiful and terrifying to behold; bloodlust shaped by hatred, anguish twisted by impotence. He is a broken force of raw power and dispossessed grief. When he explodes, he is unbridled chaos and carnage.
Lensless loves him.
Your dumbass friend delivers the second blow, nose dripping with blood from the force of Shiesty’s punch. Shiesty leans back, chest heaving with spiralling rage. Lensless grabs his shirt front, twists himself, and sends Shiesty flying with a well-aimed kick to the face.
The situation escalates from ’Lensless you fucking idiot’ to ’oh god please no, wait Lensless, stop, please oh god stop.’ The walls of Len’s apartment have more holes in them than Emmental, Switzerland’s most recognisable cheese. You’ve taken cover beneath the splintered remains of a small dining room table. The boys are leaving each other black and blue, no holds barred as they pummel and throw and destroy each other.
It’s a bloody, vicious and overwhelming dance. You race after them as the violence spills beyond the apartment block and into the streets of downtown Chicago. They ignore your pleas, your protests, your put-downs. Lensless’ wolfish, manic cackling mixes with the sickening sounds of thumps as he pins Shiesty up against the wall of a community centre, hands fisting his shirt. “Come on dude! Fight me properly you slacker!” He jeers, grabbing Shiesty’s shoulders and headbutting him solidly.
You hear Shiesty groan in pain, his voice cracking into something soft and vulnerable as he tries to shake his bruised and bloody head. “Fuck off.” He snaps, pulling his arms free to bat at Lensless’ face, aiming for his ears. Lensless blocks, then headbutts him through the wall.
His laughter is wild and free as he stares at the wreckage he’s made. “Hey dude, look at you! You tried so hard! Oooh, you know what will get you motivated?!” His grin turns sharp, eyes darkening as he steps over Shiesty’s and lowers his face closer. “Want me to make your girlfriend miserable?”
Shiesty doesn’t hesitate- volcanic anger erupts in a roar, and he smashes Lensless in the face. The crunch of a broken nose is followed by a rasping laugh. “Oooh, didn’t like that dude? I got a better idea.” He belts Shiesty across the head, pushing him down as the other variant groans in pain. “Stay. The fuck. Down.” Lensless straightens, grinning, and clicks his tongue against his teeth. His piercing glints in the sun.
Could I make a drabble request for Shiesty and MC... in a bar... and then perhaps in a bar bathroom...
Hell yes. Who doesn’t want a bar ‘date’ with Shiesty? >D
'Bathroom Break’ takes on a whole new meaning…
Warnings: Public sex, non-con/dub-con (MC is drunk, Shiesty is rough), bloodplay, exhibitionism, praise/degradation
Words: 3.3k
Shiesty x f!reader (x spectator!Omni)
End of work celebration drinks are always an adventure. The manager’s messy, daring everyone at the table to slam down shot after shot. Head of Marketing’s slinging his tie around the receptionist, purring praise as he pulls it tight.
Even your bestie has her eyes set on someone sat at the far end of the bar. A sharp elbow to the ribs draws your attention.
Brothers. They’ve got to be brothers. They’re about the same height, black hair, brown eyes, a jawline that could break rock. One has shorter hair, spiked upwards, a scowl affixed to his face as he hisses in fierce debate with his sibling.
The other’s wearing a lazy grin, bringing an amber drink to his lips. There’s a playful tousle of black hair, effortlessly styled back, flyaway strands catching in his long fingers.
Your eyes meet- he’s caught your staring, and his brows quirk up in silent appraisal. His grin turns wicked as he downs his drink in one.
“Dare you.” Your friend mutters, and you glance at her, schooling your features into polite ignorance.
“Dare me to what?”
Capturing that raw feeling where you see your mistakes come to life, come back to haunt you, and wish love was enough to fix them. You have to start somewhere, right?
(I have so many negative feelings about Bruce, particularly when it comes to Jason. It’s too easy for me to slide into strong, Jason-defensive territory. I still abhor Bruce’s treatment of him, but you can definitely see how losing Jason broke him to the point of powerlessness. Bruce’s only coping mechanism was leaning into Batman, and that impotence as a father and a hero are the underpinnings.)
Baby Jason got adopted by Selina instead of Bruce. Grew up to become one hell of a fierce tiger. Selina is very proud <3
Bonus, this is Stray!Jason:
I’M GONE. BIG SWEET KITTEN BOY. 🥹❤️ Must pet him. Keep him safe.
The secrets you keep in the silence of your body can be found by clever hands…
AU: A day in the life of you and the Invincible variants - Gravity of the Cosmos (Mohawk Mark x MC x Shiesty Mark)
Tags: Praise kink, non-con/dub-con, love triangle (Mohawk Mark x MC x Shiesty Mark), slow burn, identity porn, swearing
At night, your stars are different.
Poised, patient, you use your powers to bend six locks to your will, one by one. You’re masked in shadows, hunkered down in the corner of a solid metal door and the concrete wall.
This facility is reinforced, but nothing can keep you away from the biggest paycheck of your life. Sure, guitar lessons are legit, when the students pay. (Fucking Mark. Absolute asshole forgot to send the money through again.)
But this is where survival lives and dies. Titan needs the tech inside this vault. You need this job. It’s another month’s rent and food on the table.
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