they just. straight up showed batmans dick in a recent comic. uncensored
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BLOG UPDATE
My current blog has become pretty fucking vanilla, so to fix it, ima be making a new blog for only my kinky stuff, and this will be for only my vanilla stuff. I’ll post again when I have more info. Thanks y’all, and be nice.
ME AND ONE OF MY FUCKIN BRAD FRIENDS ARE DOING A FUCKIN M/H/A COLLAB FIC AND IT IS SLIGHTLY KINKY AND I WANT TO HURL MYSELF OUT A WINDOW THIS IS BRILLIANT I LOV HER
i found an erasermic fic that, from the title, made me think it was going to be a sickfic. it had the word “feverish” in it.
i was prepared for the mild disappointment i’d feel if that were in reference to sexual desire.
i was not prepared for the blinding rage i’d feel when it turned out to be about going into heat, a/b/o style. i could not possibly have clicked out of that fic faster.
BIG FUCKING MOOD
you ever read a sickfic that’s so good you have to stop reading it twenty times in order to die of embarrassment? that just happened to me.
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am i still thinking about aizawa with canon allergies? you bet your ass i am
mic’s less-than-excellent idea
so i can’t stop thinking about the fact that aizawa has canon allergies. despite the fact that i have other things i need to be working on, i ended up writing a 1k fic about mic being extra and giving aizawa a massive bouquet of roses on their third date - which, of course, aizawa is allergic to.
OH MY FUCKING GOD
hhuH ?? I dont know anything about bn//ha hope this will suffice-
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commission for sweet cutie @nnatto !!! tysm lovely!!
I THREW MY KNIFE AT MY COMPUTER OH MY GOD
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Reblog to actually save a life
I’m trying to get over my writer’s block, so…
If you send me your OC’s basic info, I’ll try to write them with one of my OCs. All I need is info about your OC, which OC of my you want in the story, and Creatures AU or original AU
Reblog if you hate homophobes
Reblogging myself because I hate homophobes
I’m trying to get over my writer’s block, so…
If you send me your OC’s basic info, I’ll try to write them with one of my OCs. All I need is info about your OC, which OC of my you want in the story, and Creatures AU or original AU
Combining these
Sorry it took so long I had writer’s block
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“That cough really doesn’t sound good…” Jeremy muttered, almost to himself. He stood by a fevered Michael’s side, once again pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.
Michael, for once, didn’t argue, just tiredly closed his eyes. He whimpered miserably. “Mm… sleep..y…” He had managed out croakily, his throat sore and his mind fuzzy.
“Okay, okay, sleep. We’ll check your temperature in the morning.”
And that’s how it had been for around three days, when Michael had gone home sick in the middle of school. His moms were at work most (if not all) of the week, which made it Jeremy’s responsibility to take care of him, regardless of how difficult it was.
When Jeremy woke up with a sore throat, he ignored it. He dismissed it as the lack of cleaning bringing up dust around the room. Michael was bedridden, after all, so there wasn’t anyone to clean.
When Jeremy started feeling tired and achy, he ignored it. He dismissed it as him working hard to take care of his best friend, and it was simply getting to him a little.
When Jeremy started feeling stuffed up, sniffly, sneezy, and dizzy enough that he was struggling to walk in a straight line, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He was coming down with - if not, already got - what Michael had. That wasn’t going to stop him though.
He stifled a long set of sneezes before bracing himself and stepping tiredly into Michael’s room, his knees shaking and threatening to give out from under him.
“Hey,” Jeremy had greeted him with a weak smile and tired eyes, which Michael was luckily too feverish to pick up on. “How… how are you feeling?”
“A little more coherent,” Michael told him, returning the same weak smile as he reached to take the tray Jeremy had with shaking hands. “I really appreciate you doing this.”
“Oh… i-it’s no problem-”
“No, really! Like, even after I owe you all that money for discontinued sodas, and you’ve got a buncha tests in school… I really appreciate it! Like, I read on discovery that…”
Jeremy enjoyed Michael’s little passionate rants, he really did, and he was glad that Michael was at least somewhat back to his old self. However, the long fits of stifled sneezes were getting less and less discreet, and none of it staved off the awful tickle.
“Yeah, great- I’m gonna g-go to the ba-bathroom-” Jeremy started, only to feel a weak grip on his wrist.
“Jeremy… where are you going…? You don’t usually leave in the middle of my stories…”
Jeremy had to think up a lie. Fast. He hummed, tsking a little. “You kn-know what? I th-think you need-d more medicine.” He reached up to cup his cheek, “You’re r-reaaaallly warm.”
“I am..?” Michael hummed, cupping his own hand to his cheek as if it would do anything.
“Yeah, I’m j… juhh…” Fuck. This was the end. Jeremy was screwed. “I’m jhh.. just-”
“AhHTSCHHiEWW!!” Michael interrupted with a harsh sneeze of his own. Jeremy would have sworn the gods were on his side, for the moment Michael sneezed, his need to sneeze went away.
“Sorry,” Michael muttered, sniffling wetly and wiping at his dripping nose.
“Yeah,” Jeremy gave a weak smile, his bottom lip trembling as it struggled to keep it up. “I’ll be back, okay?”
And with that, he left, and hid in the bathroom.
“Hn'KtsSchh! H'ntsCh! h'nChH! ‘Hn'ktch! nn'ktChh! hn'knTcHh! 'nnTschH! hH'uh'nkKtschH-uh! 'nk'tSch'ih!”
Jeremy just had to pretend to be healthy until Michael was better, and then he could go home and rest all he wanted. He just had to take care of Michael-
“Hn'tZschH! 'hnK'Sch! 'eschH'iH! Hn'ktZch! 'knnCh! hn'knNtch! 'hh'knchh'iuh! Nn'ktZzch!”
-As soon as he could stop sneezing.
He snuck back into Michael’s room, sniffling as his eyes met the latter’s. Their gazes locked for awhile until Michael shook his head.
“You’re sick.”
“I’m not,” Jeremy replied simply, choking back a small fit of coughs.
“You are. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t hear you sneezing up a storm.”
Jeremy weighed his words before he said them. He could either admit he was sick, or tell a blatant lie. He wanted to go with the latter. “It’s just al-”
“-Allergies. That’s what I thought you would say,” Michael sighed, brushing a bit of Jeremy’s hair back. “It’s winter, and I’m pretty sure you have a fever.”
Jeremy sniffled as discreetly as possible, only to quickly bring a fist to his mouth and muffle a small, congested coughing fit. “Ulch. I’m fine.”
“Oh are you now?” A sly smile slowly spread across Michael’s face. “So you’d be fine if I did… this?”
He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Jeremy’s nose, causing him to whimper and wrinkle up his tickly nose.
“I’m fuhh.. fi… fine-!” one tiny brush of Michael’s thumb against Jeremy’s nose had him snapping forward into his hands. “Hhn'kscHh! 'kKntZschH!! n'ksch! Kktnch! 'n'tchh!! 'tchhnt! 'knchtgh! Hhn'tSCHh!”
“Uh huh. Still fine?” Before Jeremy could even answer, Michael started massaging the bridge of Jeremy’s nose between his thumb and index finger.
“Mm-Michh.. hhuhh.. Mich-ah… hahh-! knTsch'ih! nK'tzsch! kn'tchhsh! 'knchkt! 'hnkscht! 'hnnN'kChh! n'ktchh!! 'hhUh'chh! 'Nnkchh-ih! Ugh, I’m fuhh.. fihh-fine-Kntschh-shh-ishh-ushh-! Hn'ktschh!! 'nktszch-! hh.. I’m nohh.. not si- ihh- sickKschHnkt! hn'ktschH-shh-ih-! Hh'nKtsch! Nk'tsch! It’s juhh.. jus… a ti-tickle… nn'kTscHh-tt!! Hn'kTcshh! Nn'DschHt! 'Hnnktschh-ih! i-in… muhh… my… ihh… NnktschH! kTSCh! nk'tdsch! hn'ktsch! n'ktszch!”
“Are you sure about that?” Michael lifted his hand, moving it gently toward Jeremy’s nose again.
“Nononono!! I’m sick, I’m sick! stop!” Jeremy sniffled, miserable and exhausted from sneezing. “I’ll rest, but you have to take care of yourself too, m'kay?”
He laughed quietly. “Just get in bed, dumbass.”
