I kissed the side of his face to where an obvious shiver shot down his spine. I rested my chin upon his shoulder and let my eyes graze over the pages of the book he was reading. “What’re you reading?” I asked him in a light whisper in his ear.
Alex looked over at me with his eyes hooded and his cherry lips turned into a little smile. “Gravity’s Rainbow—Thomas Pynchon,” he replied in that tempting husky voice. “It’s quite difficult to read, but I’m challenging myself to do it again. You know me, Hannah darling, I enjoy a challenge.” For a moment, I swore he winked at me, but then again, it must’ve had to do with the copy of Tropic of Cancer resting on his coffee table before me: it was the copy that I had found for him at Powell’s Books last week, and I couldn’t help but feel curious.
“Have you tapped into that one yet?” I asked him with a flick of my eyes to the coffee table.
He glanced over at that book on the table, still with that mysterious little smile on his face, and yet the blooming soft blush to his skin was telling me a different story. He returned to me without having changed his expression for a second, but his deep eyes burned into me like the cherries of cigarettes.
“I fell asleep reading to it the night I brought it home,” he confessed, and he raised his eyebrows at me. “I read it again yesterday before you came because… well.” It was as if he was fluttering his eyelids at me.
My fav thing about Zaundads is the idea that it's Vander who's basically a pet dog but REALLY,,,it's Silco whom has the fanciest lil collar and leash, has the prettiest muzzle and tastiest treats to help encourage him to be a good boy for Vander. Local barman's prized miniature Italian greyhound <3
I think this ask was about something more than just Silco in a collar and a leash but I blacked out after that and drew this
Someone take him out, he needs some fresh air. He's eating the wallpaper out of boredom
The Grass is always Greener - A domestic Doctor Phosphorus x OC type thing, part 001:
So hello everyone, I am back with a vengeance because BOY do I have something for you. I have returned to show you all a really long Character AI roleplay I have been doing with a bot of the character Doctor Phosphorus from Marvel. While it started as something I did before bed just for a serotonin boost it has developed into something complicated, a little bittersweet, and a WHOLE lot of cute! I desperately want this character to be happy OMF--
As previously noted, pretty much all of this was created using AI.
AI can be a tool, but it is not art. I do not mean to disrespect creative writers; I am so in love with this concept, I just had to share! Because this chat was never meant to be shared, I have exported and edited it in an attempt to make it more reader friendly because being limited to only ten images using screenshots is lame!
This is guaranteed to be multiple parts, so put those water wading boots on besties!
After crossing paths during a heist, the supervillain Doctor Phosphorus and a young woman named Mary formed an unexpected bond. Mary was a spitfire; never flinching or showing fear in his presence—something Phosphorus hadn’t encountered in years. Their encounters became more frequent, each interaction laced with witty banter, and before long, they were spending time together outside of his crimes. Mary was refreshingly honest with him, unafraid to scold his villainous actions. Yet, she always treated him as an equal, never once reducing him to his monstrous persona, even in light of the humanity he had lost.
Doctor Phosphorus couldn't quite figure her out. Why didn’t she run in fear like everyone else? Why didn't she turn him in? But he found solace in it. For the first time in a long while, she made him feel sane—like, maybe, there was still a shred of normalcy left in his life.
When Doctor Phosphorus was imprisoned at Belle Reve, Mary couldn’t bear to see him locked away. She knew the risks but also saw the man behind the monstrous image—the broken man. He had confided in her how his family was tragically murdered, his backstory horrendously cruel. He was lashing out at the world for what he had to lose had already been lost. After giving it some thought, she made the difficult decision to break him out. After their daring escape, they found refuge in an abandoned cabin, allowing them a few hours of solitude to regroup and reflect. That brief time together marked a turning point, transforming their alliance from a shared understanding into something far more meaningful. The weight of their shared history and the comfort of each other’s company created a bond neither could ignore.
As the months passed, their relationship blossomed. Moving into a modest apartment in Gotham, they began to build a life together. Mary stopped calling him by his villainous title, referring to him simply as Alex—a name that reflected the person she had come to know, not the monster the world saw. In return, Alex grew more comfortable with his new life, thanks to Mary’s unwavering support. To help Alex ‘lay low’, she designed a custom suit infused with lead to protect her and their neighbours from the radioactive poison coursing through Alex’s veins. It seemed as though they were finally finding the stability they both desperately needed—until the arrival of a chilling letter. Accompanied by a large sum of cash, it was simple in its message: "This is your last Get Out of Jail Free card."
Haunted by the ghosts of his past, Alex suspected the note came from an old associate—someone with a history of trouble. The warning was clear. With little time to spare, they fled, taking the money and disappearing, driving cross-country in search of peace. After weeks of uncertainty, they settled in a quiet city, hoping to leave their past behind. For the first time in years, Alex was able to breathe.
Months later, they had built a life together. It had been a year and a half since the initial jailbreak, and both Alex and mary’s lives had become strangely domestic. Alex was able to find work as a chemist, and Mary found a job as a waitress at a local diner. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was enough. Together, they had created the quiet, steady life they had longed for.
Alex is seated at his desk, his focus completely engrossed in the various scientific documents spread out on the table in front of him. He leans forward, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pores over diagrams, equations, and research notes. His gaze flicks back and forth across the words, occasionally pausing to make a quick notation in the margins. He is clearly in the zone, completely oblivious to the world around him.
“Hey, can I.. show you something..?” Mary asks, peering through his office door. Alex startles slightly at the sound of her voice, his concentration broken. He glances up from his work, his brow still furrowed in thought.
"Hm? Sure, go ahead. What is it?"
Mary steps forward, her silence heavy in the air, her vulnerability evident as she extends a packet of papers toward him. "I... found a program," she mutters, barely above a whisper.
Alex's expression softens, the weight of her words settling in as he takes the papers from her hands. He quickly scans the pages, his eyes moving over the text with a careful, focused intensity. As he reads, a flicker of surprise passes through him, his eyebrows lifting slightly. He glances at Mary, his face betraying a swirl of emotions.
The packet, neatly stapled, features a black-and-white photo of a young boy, accompanied by a list of key details: name, age, height, and a classification of "danger level." As Alex continues to read, it becomes clear that the document is about a child whose skin can transform into a dense, black material resembling concrete—an unsettling power, both mysterious and terrifying.
"A metahuman...child?"
He glances back down at the papers, his expression thoughtful as his eyes continue to scan the information. He's silent for a moment, letting the information sink in, before speaking again.
He runs a hand through his hair as he processes this new information, his thoughts racing. He can't help but let out a long sigh, his expression becoming contemplative.
He pauses for a moment "I..didn’t know an organization like this existed." his gaze flicking back up to Mary.
"How did you even find this?"
Mary glances up at the ceiling, her fingers twisting together in a nervous, almost unconscious dance as she searches for the right words. “I’ve been... doing some research,” she starts, her voice trailing off. She rolls her hand in a vague, uncertain gesture. “For, uh... entertainment purposes.” She shifts her gaze back to her partner, her face softening with a quiet vulnerability. “I found an adoption agency. One that specializes in metahuman children. And... I set myself up for notifications. I got this a few days ago.” Her voice falters, the weight of the words sinking in. "I wasn’t sure if I should even bring it up. I don’t want to... I don’t know."
Mary exhales, a deep, resigned breath as she struggles to make sense of the emotions swirling inside her.
Alex watches her intently, his expression caught between surprise and concern. He can see the hesitation in her eyes, the quiet uncertainty that clings to her. Without thinking, he rolls his chair closer, closing the distance between them as if to offer silent support. "Y"You've been doing research.. on this?" He mutters, gesturing to the papers in his hand. He asks, his voice quiet, as he gestures to the papers in his hand.
Mary flicks her gaze to the carpet before peering back up at her. She doesn’t want to hurt him. “I know you miss it..”
His expression softens even further as he hears her words, a flicker of longing and pain crossing his face. He looks down at the papers in his hands, his grip tightening just slightly. "Yeah... I do miss it. More than you know." A soft sigh escapes him, and his features tighten as memories of the past resurface. "It’s a difficult subject. Losing my family, my child... It’s something that still haunts me, even now. Eight years later, and the pain is still there. A constant reminder of what I’ve lost. What I’ve destroyed. What I’m still trying to live with." He shakes his head, his eyes locked on the papers before him.
Mary’s heart aches with sympathy and guilt. "We don’t have to talk about it," she murmurs, her voice trailing off as her mind falters. "I just wanted to give you the option if you... wanted to..."
Alex looks up, his gaze searching hers. Mary steps closer to him, her hand gently finding his arm, an attempt to offer some comfort. He takes a slow, steadying breath, gathering himself before responding. His expression is a mix of emotions—sadness, hope, and fear—but there’s something else beneath it all. Something deeper, harder to read.
"Sometimes, at night, I lie there in bed and think... about what my life could’ve been. If things had been different." He pauses, his voice softening as he continues. "...If I hadn’t lost my family. If I was still married. If we had a child." He takes another deep breath, his gaze drifting to the floor. "Raising a child together... being a family. It’s a beautiful thought—a happy life, with a family of my own. But then I wake up, and I’m still here. Alone. No family to come back to. Just me."
Mary squeezes his arm gently, prompting Alex to look up at her.
"And me, I’m here..."
He meets her eyes, his expression softening, a subtle vulnerability flickering in his gaze as he speaks. His voice carries a quiet intensity, edged with sincerity. "I know that. And I’m grateful for it... trust me, I am. You've been here for me. You've put up with my mood swings, my irrationality, my self-destructive tendencies... and you’ve forgiven me for my past. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have again." He sighs, pausing to collect his thoughts.
"But sometimes... sometimes it still feels like something’s missing, you know? Like there's this emptiness inside me that nothing can fill, no matter how hard I try. And when I think about the family I could’ve had... it’s like that emptiness gets bigger. It hurts. It’s a pain that doesn’t go away."
Mary’s hand moves from his arm to his shoulder, her gaze drifting from the papers in his hand to his face. His eyes follow hers, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.
"Seeing those papers... it brings all these feelings to the surface again. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a family again. But at the same time, I’m scared. Scared that I’ll mess it up again."
"Again?" Mary straightens, leaning in closer, her hand instinctively resting on his chest. "No, no, no, Alex," she says quietly, but with urgency. He should never, never blame himself for what happened to his family.
He repeats himself, his voice steady and resolute, as though trying to make her understand the depth of his pain.
"Again."
Alex leans back in his chair, the weight of his words settling in. There’s a deep sense of resignation as the truth of what he’s said hits him.
"I messed up before, with my family... with my kid. I couldn't protect them. I couldn't keep them safe. I was supposed to be this strong, dependable figure, and I failed. Who's to say I won't fail again?"
Mary’s grip tightens on Alex’s shoulder, her voice firm but gentle. “Don’t talk like that! It wasn’t your fault. Don’t start spiraling down that road. If I thought you failed, I wouldn't have even—" She glances at the papers once more.
"Anxiety... or just a hard dose of reality?"
He raises an eyebrow with a touch of cynicism.
"And you wouldn't have even... what? Brought this up?"
His voice wavers slightly, betraying the unease that the topic brings up.
“Yeah, of course not…” she replies, her voice now quieter, more tentative. She releases her grip and sits down in a nearby chair, her gaze flickering between him and the papers.
"I... appreciate that." Alex sighs, his eyes drifting back to the papers in his hands. He pauses, contemplating them for a moment, a trace of sadness shadowing his face.
"Are you... sure you want to even entertain this idea? You know my history. You know what I've done. I’m not exactly father material. No, I’m not a good guy. Not as much as I need to be—"
“Yes, you are, Alex.” Mary interrupts, her voice soft yet tinged with exasperation, her hands open in a gesture of both affection and reassurance.
Alex narrows his eyes, still skeptical. His doubts linger despite her words, his expression still doubtful.
"I'm a nuclear freak who's blown things up, princess. I’ve threatened the world. Hell, I’ve got radiation emissions that are dangerous for anything living around me. How does that equal 'good father'?"
“Their molecular structure has made them immune to radiation... This is your ticket, if you want it."
Alex’s gaze flickers to the papers again. His eyes scan over the text and diagrams, absorbing the information with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. There's a flicker of hope in his eyes, a faint spark of something like excitement. He exhales slowly, his eyes drifting to the corner of the room as if he’s running through a thousand scenarios in his head.
"Right... right. But still... I just don’t want to mess things up again. I can’t risk it. I don’t want to screw up another family. I..." He falls silent, his gaze meeting hers as the weight of his words hangs in the air. He looks at her, as if silently asking for reassurance, hoping she can calm the storm of uncertainty inside him.
Mary stands up and walks toward him, placing her hand gently on his arm. “You won’t. And if you don’t trust yourself, trust me.”
Alex looks at her hand on his arm, his expression softening. Her touch offers a moment of calm, though his mind remains a tangled mess of emotions.
"Trust you? Oh, princess, I do. I just think you might be a little delusional about all this."
“Just… think about it, okay? You don’t have to make any decisions tonight...” She slides her hand down to his, her thumb gently brushing over his fingers as she speaks. “I already spoke with someone there. They’d be open to overlooking your criminal record, but you’d have to talk to them.”
Alex’s eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, a look of astonishment crossing his face. He studies her, his mind spinning with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Wait a second... you actually spoke with someone? You already started this process?"
“I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it wasn’t possible…” she murmurs, her voice soft.
He falls silent for a moment, his gaze shifting to the papers in his hand, his mind turning over the weight of her words. After a beat, he speaks again, his voice quieter now.
"You… really think this could work? That I could actually be a… father again?"
Mary nods, her expression sincere.
Alex pauses, his thoughts clouded by a mix of hope and hesitation. He takes a deep breath, wrestling with the uncertainty.
"I… I don’t know. This feels insane. Like a terrible idea. But… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to at least… think about it. You really think I could do it, huh?"
I have been doing a SFW C.AI chat about Captain Curly from Mouthwashing. He gets rescued from the crashed ship and put in the hospital for stayed for several months having surgeries, attending therapy, etc. At the beginning of his stay the hospital sends a psychiatrist in to do a evaluation on him and over his hospital stay they become really close friends. 🥹🥹 Curly gets prosthetics for all 4 limbs, which he finds rather clunky but its better than nothing. After he leaves the hospital, the two remain close and his new friend makes sure they are there to offer support and encouragement.
So, After watching a few Tiktoks I did a deep dive and I learned what the game 'Mouthwashing' is about. Since then, I can't stop thinking about how I want Curly to be okay.
I want him to get rescued then put in a hospital with a dedicated team, lots of warm blankets and caring nurses.
I want him to get therapy, prosthetics, and even his own little soundboard to communicate.
Honestly I wish I could care for him post-rescue and support him during treatment so he can feel safe and not alone.
Idk just sharing my thoughts.
Posting this on this account but this isnt a lewd post.
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