#(short one)

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Meet cute with Red Hood but you just killed Joker

The laughing was thinning, but the Joker was still cackling, his chest heaving with that jagged, rhythmic wheeze. He probably does not even register what happened, or chooses to ignore it out of sheer arrogance and delusion, even with his skull basically cracked open.

You didn't mean to... You just tripped, the heavy chrome fire extinguisher slipping from your numb fingers, dropping with a sickeningly wet thud directly into his temple.

He stopped breathing. Just like that. The silence in the warehouse was louder than the gunfire had been.

"Well," a gravelly voice drawled from the rafters. "That's one way to handle a clown."

With a sharp intake of breath, you spun around, your heart hammering against your ribs, to see a figure drop gracefully to the concrete. He wore a red helmet that glinted under the flickering warehouse lights, and his leather jacket was scuffed with the dust of a dozen rooftops.

The man - a vigilante or a villain by the looks of it - tilted his head, his gaze locked on the motionless body of the Joker, then shifted to you. He didn't look angry at you; he looked impressed.

"I've spent years trying to figure out the best way to end that freak," he said, stepping over a discarded crowbar. He held out a gloved hand, his posture relaxed, almost inviting. "Red Hood, by the way. And I think I'm officially in love with your technique."

I looked down at the fire extinguisher, then back at the man who was supposed to be Gotham's most dangerous phantom, in complete disbelief. "I... I think I just committed a murder."

Red Hood chuckled, a low honey-soaked sound that sent a shiver down your spine. He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the shadows of the exit.

"Technically," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, "you just committed a public service. Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you a drink before Bat shows up to ruin the mood."

[garnetislovegarnetislife]

[inmybonemarrow]

₊ ⊹˖ִ ˚ will I get stoned to death for thinking about getting high with RYLAND GRACE, hmm...

(nsfw under the cut, fem!reader, mdni)

it would always be routinely with him. ryland hates the unknown, and having the experience from before settled the nerves that always arose. he wouldn't be interested in doing anything more, he was familiar with the current set up, familiar with you always being there to calm him down when he began to spiral.

he knows he's not the funnest person to be around when he does that, but you've constantly reassured him by that you didn't mind. you knew how much he relied on you to make sure he doesn't think he's dying, and you get a small show of his dramatics when his head's all hazy.

you two agreed to schedule — yes, he schedules the days he gets high — it to happen once a month. he's too worried about what will happen if he begins to do it too often, or if he has a bad trip because it landed on a stressful week.

however, he’s become adjusted to it and is finally able to experience the relaxation you told him he would have once he stopped freaking out. it was also becoming normal for him to get clingy when his heads in the clouds. not that he wasn’t already, his hands were touching you more often than not, but never as tight or close as when he was high.

you’d always been a safe ground for him, and it’s easy for him to get too into you when he’s calm. nothing would be in his mind but you and the way you gave that ragged laugh when he stared at you like you hung the stars. the dazed look in his eyes would always reveal what he was thinking. well, that and the way he’d trail kisses down your neck. more mouthing and licking than pressing his lips to your heated skin.

he was too messy when he was like this, not that you minded. always dragging a stripe up your stomach with his tongue when he knelt between your legs, your arousal spreading all over his five o’clock shadow when he made out with your cunt. your pants and moans only encouraged him. he’s never felt this light, tasting heaven and listening to your noises, he could die happy here. you have to push his head away when you finally cum, too lost in your essence to even realize he already got you past that point.

it was a funny sight, ryland, usually so jittery and tense, so composed and controlled, staring at you with half-lidded eyes and his chin glistening with you. he was starved for you, leaning into whatever touch you offered him before he pulled himself back over you.

the night would end with him pressing you against the mattress, kissing you clumsily as he softly whimpered against you. his hand would tangle in your hair, unaware of how tightly he’s gripping the strands while his hips continued to thrust into you. soft mumbles of “you feel so good,” or “that’s the spot? right there?” would tumble from his lips every time he watched your brows knit together or legs wrap around his waist.

he could do this all night, and he might. he doesn’t even know how many times you both came before he finally falls beside you to catch his breath, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you into his chest. it would be ten minutes of him whispering sweet nothings against your temple, describing every thing he loved about you even until you fell limp in his arms. he’d just continue murmuring it to himself until he followed you shortly after and drifted off himself.

[malachibartonsangel]

stop smiling like that - malachi barton

malachi barton x fem!bsf!reader

warnings: teasing, weird obsession with his teeth, quick mention of talking with a mouthful of food. that's it i think?

you can’t stop staring at your best friend. it’s ridiculous, really — he’s just sitting there, biting at a paper straw while scrolling on his phone. that’s it. nothing interesting. and yet you can’t look away.

“i can feel you staring,” malachi says without even looking up, that signature smirk creeping onto his face.

you blink, instantly defensive. “i’m not.”

“mhm,” he hums, finally glancing at you. “then what’s got your eyes glued to me like that?”

you stab your fork into the dessert on your plate a little too hard. “can’t a person think in peace?”

“sure,” he says, setting his phone down, leaning back in his chair with mock suspicion. “but thinking usually doesn’t burn holes through people’s faces.”

you squint at him. “you’re so dramatic.”

“specifics,” he says, crossing his arms. “what were you looking at?”

you tilt your head, pretending to think. “your teeth.”

his eyebrows shoot up. “my teeth?”

“yeah,” you say nonchalantly, though your face is already heating up. “they’re just… really nice? you’ve got good dentist energy.”

malachi laughs, loud and disbelieving. “good dentist energy? that’s what you’re going with?”

“yep. solid molars. perfect bite ratio,” you tease, finally cracking a smile.

he shakes his head, grinning. “you’re so weird.”

“takes one to know one,” you reply, shoving the rest of your dessert toward him. he steals your fork and takes a bite without hesitation.

“so… my teeth, huh?” he says with his mouth full, showing them off on purpose.

“ew, don’t talk with food in your mouth,” you scold, throwing a napkin at him.

“nah, i’m just trying to give you a better view,” he says, flashing his smile obnoxiously wide.

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “i take it back. your teeth are terrifying.”

“too late,” he says proudly. “you’re obsessed.”

you peek through your fingers. “you wish.”

malachi’s grin softens a little, and he leans forward on the table, elbows on the surface but his voice quieter now. “seriously though. that’s a weird compliment, but i’ll take it.”

you shrug, trying not to meet his eyes. “it’s not weird. people compliment smiles all the time.”

“yeah, but you didn’t say smile,” he teases, grinning wider. “you said teeth.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help laughing. “shut up before i change my mind.”

“nope. too late,” he says again, leaning back smugly. “now i’m gonna smile extra big every time i see you. make you flustered.”

you grab the nearest thing — another crumpled napkin — and throw it at him. “i hate you.”

“nah, you love me,” he grins, catching it midair.

and as much as you want to argue, you just laugh instead, because yeah — maybe you kinda do.

malachibartonsangel speaks:

idk why but i acc love his teeth, they're so perfect and straight ;)

i just wrote this, it's like 1 am where i live, so please bare with me and my dyslexic ass, i might've missed something while proof reading :/

requests are open!

feel free to request anything!

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed it!

have a good day/night.<3

[eonoes]

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"You could make kids cry with that face."

"Pardon?"

Enjin had to shoot you a look after getting dissed so hard without warning nor reason.

So what if he had a RBF? Not like there was anything to smile about in this crappy place to begin with. He never had to smile, got picked on and bullied for his dimples when he was a kid and even now as a teen. As long as he remembers he was scowling unless getting a good laugh at something ridiculous or when trying to sleaze himself into getting something he needed and wanted.

Still, he couldn't help but feel his scowl deepen more when he saw that huffy determinded look of yours that just told him that he'd have to deal with your shenanigans. Before he could even open up his mouth, you had already glued on your first sticker onto Umbreaker and not one second later you put on the next.

"... you're makin' me look like some clown."

"Hah? Why? You already do a pretty good job at that without m—" And before you could jab at him another round, Enjin had your lips pinched together with the fattest frown you'd provoked out of him so far. It was quick work to have you in a headlock and his other hand rubbing your head messy. "I'll throw you in the dumpsters someday for pick up."

But while you couldn't see, he was unknowingly smiling faintly before returning to his usual horizontal lip line look the moment he let you go to turn the other way.

It didn't really stop with stickers and patches that you left on his Jinki. Once you both found home and reason on the Surface, uniform freshly sewn by August, you were already back to tinkering up how to help his scary image. While commissioners should be grateful for your involvement for their safety, many seemed to shoot dirty looks towards the blonde just after one glance towards him.

You weren't always there to de-escalate situations. Neither was Gris.

"For crying out loud, could you stop bedazzling me with random crap?"

You let out a gasp of offense and even gave his chest a whack that got him sounding like a grumpy old man forced to stand up.

"These're charms to keep people from thinking that you come straight from the mafia!"

"Maybe I like that they think I'm part of a mob?"

"Well, I don't!" You huffed out and before he could even start an argument or throw a biting remark, you already were working on the collar of his uniform. One button, then another joining the HQ's emblem on the other side before you leaned back up to puff your chest out with pride and a big smile. "Much better!"

"You're such a pain in the ass—"

But even when he tugged you down onto the sofa with him, just to squish you between biceps and chest to have free reign of ruffling your head, as he always did, he still smiled like a fool. Because you liked his dimples and maybe you also made him like them more too.

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[aweebshitdrawings]

Soooooo…..I got burned at work annnnnnnd I got tattoo so my immune system is punishing me sooooooooo…..

WHO WANTS A DRAGON STAN AU!!!

Not just one….BUT TOO DIFFERENT OPTIONS!

Also these are inspired by of course my muse @babyblankyerror dragon Stan

And @dark-lord-of-awesomeness princess stan with dragon Ford

1. First one my mullet Stan dragon

So here how I see this going down, ya see when Stan gets branded this causes the rune the make him the protector of the shack and gives him the power to protect it, this power being a dragon.

Now the portal incident is avoided as Ford helps his brother heal

I think Stan or Ford wouldn’t realize anything wrong about Stan until Ford starts noticing how easily Stan gets mad and how when Stan does yell Ford notices his eyes turn a different color or his teeth get sharper

Ford of course thinks it’s Bill and question Stan leading to a fight that leaves Ford knocked out and Stan so mad that he fully transforms.

Now ford wakes up to a literally Dragon freaking out in his basement and Stan well being said dragon freaking out lol

Ford does find a cure for Stan after they beat bill thou

Now! #2: old man dragon

Now in this is the same thing BUT the portal incident does happen and Stan is left by himself to deal with his new…..well scaly problem.

He learns about the rune after the gnomes tell him and he starts to see how easily angry he gets and when he does get angry his dragon form starts to show so…..Stan does something different

He goes to anger management

He learns how to deal with stress and anger but not in the way his anger couch wants him too though. Because of course he doesn’t

See, while Stan releases his anger sometimes by punching things Stan mainly just pushes things down.

He just tries not to feel that emotion outwardly.

Plus he can’t leave gravity falls so while he’s not there at twins birth. He does still get to take them for the summer.

Anyway I see the big reveal being once Ford comes out of the portal the weird energy bast caused Stan to transform and now Stan has to try and make a fucking HUGE dragon seem not threatening.

Or when weridmagenton happens he turns into his dragon form and helps rescue the kids and Ford.

(Also for some reason I keep thinking about Stan in his dragon form helping ford take down the portal when the kids are asleep and it’s to 80s pop music…..I don’t know what my brain is anymore)

[bug-enthusiast]

TRIGGER WARNING: TALK ABT SELF HARM!!

This is me further analyzing Jekyll but. At least to me it seems like he has some sort of self harm tendencies, and when saying that I mostly mean self sabotage

First him refusing to seek help,, I’d get it based on well. The times and how mental health was treated back then, but also based on how he talked to Utterson I feel like he could’ve tried to seek help? I mean he said he trusts the man more than himself, he could’ve tried at least judging by the fact that the guy had been struggling with repressing himself his whole life

Second . Just him turning into Hyde,, when he see Jekyll be Hyde, hes basically always in distress or about to be. While the whole kid trampling ordeal is happening, when he’s trying to get the ingredients from Lanyon and rrright after the first murder. Him repeatedly choosing to do something that seemingly that feels good in the moment but still hurts him mentally seems.. familiar, at least to me

In a nutshell. Repetitive pattern of him indulging in acts which causes him pleasure even though they hurt him fav

Rant over bugs out