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[mattdexx]

and while i’m at it, you ppl need to LAY THE FUCK OFF THE DAMN AI AND EITHER START READING OR WRITING FANFIC LIKE REAL, INTELLIGENT PEOPLE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[s0urw00lf]

Literally what is the fucking point of using ai to write?? The satisfaction comes from people enjoying YOUR writing!!! Not soulless crap written by a robot!

[cheust]

If Bruce and Assistant Reader was in the omegaverse, I'd make Reader a scentless (a regular human (NOT a Beta)) that lives with an omega roommate.

Id do this because I think it would be funny for omega Bruce to accidently mistake your roommates scent on you as your own and assuming you are also an omega.

The thought of omega Bruce confiding in you his struggles as an omega thinking you can relate is so funny. I mean, its not like you don't understand his struggles, you've had to shoo a couple alphas and betas away from your shared apartment as a favor to your roommate.

However, that understanding just makes Bruce believe more strongly that you are an omega with either a weak scent or very strong scent suppressants.

And as he starts to become obsessed with you, he starts developing this delusional fantasy where two omegas find comfort in each other.

What can he say? He's a sucker or Omega x Omega stories.

Unfortunately for you, because of this misunderstanding, your already needy boss gives you more tasks to handle as his assistant. You have to keep a bottle of heat suppressants on you at all times, if he is in heat, you have to pick up supplies that he needs and guard him from creeps that want to take advantage of him in his current state.

And if that wasn't bad enough, after you finally get him back to his manor and help his butler get the large and needy omega in bed, he won't let you leave.

He will wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him, burying his face into the back of your shirt as he breathes in your faint, but comforting scent.

"Stay... stay with me, please... please don't leave me.." the man mumbles as he uses his body weight to keep you in his bed, moving his face from the back of your shirt to the nape of your neck, taking in every minute smell you carry and produce.

Scents that he plans to incorporate into every inch of his manor.

[souuular]

im obsessed with dick and kory i miss them so much like their closeness was just so adorable to see

[jamqyu]

long time no jasey toddie 🫦❤️‍🔥🏍️

[indiewritesxoxo]

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ join me for a super special celebration! i recently hit a milestone that i'm super happy with and wanted to do something fun to celebrate. i had so much fun writing this for @jazzthatonewriterchick i've just been in the mood for more fantasy stuff :3 will be a selection of drabbles + a few oneshots featuring some of our favorite jjk characters <3

✮⋆˙ the merman…starring suguru geto!

✮⋆˙ the mermaid…starring yuki tsukumo!

✮⋆˙ the prince…starring satoru gojo!

✮⋆˙ the mage…starring suguru geto!

✮⋆˙ the priest…starring choso kamo!

✮⋆˙ the jester…starring satoru gojo!

✮⋆˙ the knight…starring toji fushiguro!

✮⋆˙ the dragon…starring ryomen sukuna!

✮⋆˙ the fairy…starring shoko ieri!

✮⋆˙ the thief…starring ryomen sukuna!

✮⋆˙ the villainess…starring you!

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ CROWN JEWEL ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

…all coming soon!

div by @tsumiinum !

[romantacysblog]

IM GOING FERAL. OMFGGG. HES SO BIG. IM GONNA FREAK TF OUT

[revivivivify]

[dramaticeyerolls]

This took for kriffing ever to paint, and I couldn’t be happier. May the 4th be with you, and don’t forget to return your grandmaster’s calls!

[dramaticeyerolls]

Oh wow, is that a part II coming out almost a month later??

[stealingpotatoes]

happy star wars day! redraw of one of my old sw comics bc i am STILL obsessed with the idea of the twins meeting padmé's family

(commission info // tip jar!)

[yakbuttersoup]

[mlady-magnolia]

Emma making out with Jean sloppy style on the Quiet Council Spring table

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[mlady-magnolia]

Katherine “WHY IS MY SEAT STICKY, EMMA” Pryde getting caught in the crossfire

[ya-girl-static]

like Kitty and Emma haven't made that seat sticky themselves before

[mlady-magnolia]

Kitty knows when she gets that seat sticky

When she doesn’t, that’s when there’s a problem

[mlady-magnolia]

Emma making out with Jean sloppy style on the Quiet Council Spring table

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[aquaticmercy]

HEAR ME OUT.

Imperial Sharpshooter!Dex x Jedi Knight!Reader | Star Wars AU

TW Grief, mention of death, obsession, unhealthy attachment, stalking (?), mentions of spice/drug and alcohol use, suggestive sexual content, enemies(ish)-to-lovers, weapon kink.

You were one of the few Jedi who survived Order 66.

You didn’t survive because you were better, or because you were chosen. You didn’t survive because the Force had some grand plan for you. If anything, you thought it was cruel that you survived at all.

You survived because you were a coward. You got luck, and you ran.

That day, you found your Jedi apprentice dead in her quarters. She was only a teenager, and more importantly, she was your ward. She was a child who had been entrusted to you, and the last thing you ever got to do for her was cradle her body while the Jedi Temple burned around you.

You cut off her Padawan braids with shaking hands because you couldn’t leave all of her behind.

Then you ran and hid in the refresher of a cargo ship. You burned your robes in a trash compactor. You traded your lightsaber for passage twice and stole it back both times.

So, no. You didn’t really consider yourself a Jedi anymore.

Jedi didn’t drink cheap booze from chipped metal cups on deserted towns in imperial planets. Jedi didn’t sleep in filthy hostels under fake names. Jedi didn’t take spice just to stop dreaming about the people they failed to save.

And Jedi definitely didn’t sleep with strangers because they were angry and grieving.

Enter Dex.

You met him in a bar near some run-down hostel on an Outer Rim planet you barely remembered the name of. You were there because you were hunting the clone who killed your Padawan, but so far, you had nothing. No name, no trail, nothing. 

Dex was sitting beside you at the bar, trying to flirt because you smiled at him kindly when you walked in.

And oh, he flirted badly.

Like, it was painfully terrible. He was doing that thing where he clearly wanted to be noticed but was pretending he didn’t care if you looked at him.

You noticed.

And not just because he was intense, not just because he looked at you like he was already one bad decision away from obsession.

And you liked him. You really did.

There was something about that singular focus of his that drew you in, that almost made you admire him against your better judgment. He was charming in a way that should have been off-putting, but it worked on you anyway. Still, that was not why you noticed. 

You noticed because the Force was strong with him.

He was clearly untrained and unfocused, but the potential was there.

Dex was Force-sensitive. He just had no idea. 

And really, that should have been your sign to walk away.

You didn’t.

So you slept with him that night, because one thing led to another, and honestly? Fuck the Jedi Code. Fuck the no-romantic-attachment rule. Fuck serenity. Fuck letting go.

Anyway, sleeping with Dex was not an attachment. Obviously.

It was just one night. One stupid, desperate night with a stranger who made you forget, for a few hours, that your entire life had been purged before your eyes.

You ended up against the wall of his dingy rented room, breath heaving as he drove into you, nail scratching and teeth biting. 

He was good. For a little while, you forgot the braid in your pocket, forgot the dead, forgot that you were supposed to be grieving, running, hunting. 

And then morning came. Dex was still asleep beside you.

Last night was fun, but you hadn’t been paying attention. You had been too tired and too desperate to forget. 

And you hadn't looked closely enough.

Because that morning, curiosity took over. When you looked around his room, your heart dropped.

You saw the Imperial uniform. You saw the Empire-issued rifle half-hidden under his bed.

And immediately, you were like: Maker, what have I done?

Because he was not just some strange man from a bar. He was not just an awkward, intense, off-puttingly charming man who you had a one night stand with.

He was an Imperial sharpshooter.

Which meant he had probably hunted people like you. He killed people like you. Maybe even surviving Jedi. Maybe even children who had escaped the Temple just to be found later.

So you left before he woke up. No note. No goodbye. Nothing.

And the thing was, Dex didn’t know you were Jedi.

To be fair, Dex did not know what he was either.

He had no idea he was Force-sensitive. He had no word for it, and no ancient teachings to explain why he can’t seem to miss, even if he tried. 

The Empire, arrogantly, thought they had just trained a very good sniper.

He was sad that he woke up without you, of course. He wanted to get to know you! 

So, when he got back to base, he started digging, researching your name day and night.

Later, he found your name in classified Imperial files: a surviving Jedi Knight.

Oh.

He should have told his superiors. He should have told them where he saw you. He should have said, yes, I met her, she was here, she went this way. Blah blah blah. 

He didn’t. Because, unfortunately for everyone involved, Dex was already obsessed with you.

So instead of reporting your last known whereabouts, he does the most Dex thing possible.

He starts sabotaging Imperial operations near your suspected locations to flush you out.

Insane behavior. But very Dex, right?

He started destroying supply lines and even discreetly killed officers who got too close to your trail. Then, he started causing just enough damage that innocent civilians needed help, because in his head, he knew you. He knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore the sound of a sister begging for help or a child crying because they lost their mother in the chaos.

And he was right.

You showed up.

You kept crossing paths with him, and every time, you ran before he could explain anything.

At first, you thought he was hunting you.

Which, y’know, fair.

He was Imperial. He was dangerous. You were probably his mission. You had looked into his record by then, and it was not exactly comforting.

But then you started noticing that the bodies he left behind were not rebels or civilians.

They were Imperial officers. They were always one of his own. 

Huh. Strange.

And then one day, there was a knock on your door.

You opened it. And it was Dex.

He was dragging a dead clone trooper behind him.

You ignited your lightsaber and put it straight to his throat. And the sick bastard looked like he was into it.

He only said, “I just wanna talk.”

So you let him in, but you kept the lightsaber at his neck the whole time because you were traumatised, not stupid.

You said, “then talk.”

And Dex explained that the dead clone on your floor was the one who killed your Padawan. You checked, he was right— he had the designation number of CT-0212. It matched information based on the blaster you found near the body. 

Because apparently, while he had been trying to find you, he had also figured out what you were really looking for. He knew you were hunting the clone responsible. He knew you hadn’t been able to find him.

So Dex found him for you, killed him, and dragged the body to your door like it was a gift.

Like: I know what you wanted, so I brought it to you. Now please love me? 

And to be fair, what were you supposed to do with that? Throw him back into the street?

The Empire had probably already realised he had defected. He had nowhere to go. He had just handed you the one thing you had been chasing since the day your life at the temple ended.

So you let him stay.

And because the Maker apparently had a sick sense of humor, you eventually let Dex back into your bed, and for more than one night this time.

Which was its own kind of disaster, because one night had been easy to excuse. One night could be grief, loneliness, bad judgement, whatever.

But this that was waking up tangled in his arms and kissing him back when he kissed you.

Worse, you eventually fell in love with him, too.

Which was completely against everything you had once been taught.

The Masters would have been disappointed in you. The Jedi rules against attachment existed for a reason, didn’t they? Possessive attachment and romantic love could lead to fear, jealousy, and the dark side.

You were supposed to be detached.

But where had detachment gotten any of you?

The Temple was turned into ash. Your masters were dead. Your Padawan was dead. Every surviving person you had once called a companion was now a name on an Imperial execution list.

So what if you loved Dex?

What were the Jedi Council going to do about it?

Oh, right.

They were all dead.

Eventually, you told him the truth: that he was Force-sensitive.

And suddenly, his whole life made sense.

How he was able to make impossible shots and ridiculous ricochets. The way he always knew where a target would move before they moved. The way the galaxy seemed to bend to his will whenever he aimed. 

And you, who were absolutely not a proper Jedi anymore, taught him what little you could.

Not the Temple teachings. Not the holy religious bullshit.

You taught him practical things. You taught how to listen to his surroundings, how to focus, how to feel the Force on purpose instead of reaching for it blindly.

And after that, the two of you became an absolute nightmare.

Because after that, you started killing Imperial soldiers and officers out of pure spite. Out of revenge.

And Dex didn’t stop you. In fact, he encouraged it. He helped you cover your blind spots. He put blaster bolts through anyone who looked at you wrong. He ran a tub for you after a long day and scrubbed the sweat off your skin and kissed the blood off your face. He would say he’s so proud of you for putting those scum down, as if he hadn’t been one of them once, too.

The other Masters would have hated it.

They would have said you were slipping, crawling toward the dark side one body at a time. They would’ve said you were careless for letting your grief turn into rage, rage into violence, violence into a line you would never come back from.

And maybe they would have been right.

But you had lost too much to care.

And now the man you loved was enabling you to take out your emotions however you liked.

So, really. How were you supposed to stop?

Also, Dex with a blaster? Horrifying. Beautiful. Give me that please.

Give that man a custom ricochet blaster and it is over. He’d be bouncing shots off cantina walls, pipes, doorframes, helmets, beskar armor, whatever. He wouldn't even need a clean line of sight. He’d just tilt his head, listen to the Force like you told him to, and suddenly three bounty hunters are down before anyone could process where the shot came from.

So yeah, the Empire accidentally created a Force-sensitive trick-shot assassin and then lost him forever because one traumatised Jedi smiled at him at a bar once.

Pathetic of them, honestly.

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Prompted by this ask.

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Note : starting a dex taglist, but I won’t be tagging people in small blurbs like this, just full length fics! Also, The Matt Murdock and Buck Cashman Star Wars AU blurbs are gonna be posted tomorrow. Gotta sleep now, it’s 3AM and I just finished marvel rivals placement matches lol. 

[onemoretimethen]

anyway obsessed with the idea of Emma Frost being so used to being with men who objectify her and use her that she believes, in her very core, that that's what she's best for.

And then take Jean Grey telling her 'you don't need to do that. Not for me, never for me.' when the two of them inevitably get into an argument and Emma tries making it up to Jean with sex.

Urgh I stand by the fact that sex is always such a good character analysis (for fictional characters) and it especially applies with these two. Gonna make a whole lot of posts about it I think because there's just so much to say about their dynamic.

[onemoretimethen]

At first glance, you have Jean, who has (arguably) a lot of good experiences with romance than Emma. Who, at one point in her life, has truly fallen in love, and has had someone truly fall in love with her. She's Scott's first choice, which is something Emma isn't.

You can argue that yeah, Jean has only really been with Scott, but that doesn't matter- she's been in a stable, loving relationship for years.

Contrast that with Emma, who has had horrible experiences with romance, and even platonic love in general. But focusing on the romantic part, god, she even acknowledges that no matter how much she spends on herself, she still ranks beneath a corpse to Scott. But Emma has infinitely more experience than Jean in terms of sex. She's had to use her body for survival.

So initially, you have the division of one of them being so experienced in love, and one of them being so experienced in sex.

But when you look into it further, we see that Jean actually... has never gotten to experiment. Does she even know that she's truly been in love? @mlady-magnolia (sry for the tag) compares them to a high school romance, which I absolutely agree with omg. Typically your first romantic relationship feels (at the time) like the best thing you've ever felt. It's all highs, and even the lows are enjoyable. But it's your first relationship, and typically, they don't last.

In their case though, it does last (kinda), and I believe this is due to the pressure Jean puts on herself to be perfect, which also means to have the perfect relationship. It doesn't help that everyone *adores* the two of them.

There's so much talk about Emma being lonely (which yes, she is, incredibly), but I think that Jean is lonely as well. She hasn't gotten to experiment, hasn't been allowed to love anyone else. If there's ever an attraction to someone other than Scott, she shoves that away before it can even become a thought. So she stays with Scott, even when she no longer loves him.

She's jealous of Emma, who she sees as free. Emma, who isn't bound to be perfect, who's allowed to be messy and shady and morally grey.

And then you have Emma, who in turn is jealous of Jean, who has everything she wants. Not Scott, anymore- she's long over him. But Jean has someone who loves her, who would do anything for her. Emma longs to be loved, I think. She longs to be someone's first choice, without condition.

Emma's spent so much of her life proving herself and fighting for her position and proving that she's worth it, and can deliver, that people do want her, but only because of the things she'll provide for them. And I'm not saying that people don't want to use Jean either, they definitely do, but Jean has friends who love her. Emma essentially has no one who fully fully trusts her, or has her as their first choice.

So when they get together, it's going to be messy as fuck.

Idrk what the whole point of this is lmao but their relationship is very complex and argh and I love it. These are just thoughts I have on them lmao and I need to get it down because I'm insane about them (there will be more).

[mlady-magnolia]

It’s lonely at the top

People love them, people hate them, they’re put on pedestals, they’re watched, they’re scrutinised

Jean tries to run away, she takes to the stars, she throws herself into her work. She wants to remain perfect in their eyes since that’s all she ever knows how to do

Emma simply shines even brighter under the spotlights, because if she doesn’t, they’ll see the cracks

[nyukaart]

My DC x WHA au.. are the people interested in more...🤔

[twentytomidnight]

Scott Summers pursuing milf reader

God and you know that Scott would be like. So quietly ravenous about it too—and he has a strategy to win you over to him. If you have your kid at the estate while you work in capacity of teacher, Scott is happy to babysit your kid and shows that he’s daddy material in multiple ways. Happy to show he can be the father that stepped up, kind, a little stern, but with so much heart. Strike one.

And then he’ll be so happy to prove that he’s a gentleman to you. Remembers your birthday, brings up things you like, holds open doors for you, offers to help you adjust to the mansion. But never in a pretentious way—in a quietly hopeful, maybe sometimes endearingly awkward kind of way. Showing you he’s got what it takes to be a real partner to you. When he brings you a picture framed of you and your kid from the first day you both arrived at the mansion, your heart melts—and he’s got you even more. Strike two.

But then the final thing is showing he’s strong, a protector. Tells you to partner with him in combat, making sure to emphasize your powers in ways that complement his beams, but always makes sure to have your back. Never talks down to you in battle but always works in exemplar leader manner—showing he’s got authority but he’s a fair person to work with. Strike three

And then one night Kurt and Ororo offer to babysit your kid to give you a night to rest and recharge—after all, you do so much. And Scott shows up out of nowhere, and says that his order from this steakhouse just….messed up……and maybe……if you wanna enjoy a dinner with him……..well…….wouldn’t that be interesting……?

And then after you’ve had wonderful conversation with him about so many different things, because he’s just so easy to talk to—he holds your eyes and there’s something different. You mention how it’s just so hot outside the mansion in the summer—Scott brings up how the students are all at an overnight field trip in the city. And that means the swimming pool is all open for you two to use—that is, if you’d like…….

ok. Ok I gotta chill

[da-caprinox]

Gambit and Scott fighting over you in bed until you get fed up and make them kiss and make up is this anything send post