#/ kill him on sight

[squuote]

I need to start a new tag for posts I think would explode the narrator’s mind

[mipmoth]

Submas VIOLENCE

[bacchuschucklefuck]

she turns, makes direct eye contact with you, smiles,

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

re2 lethan AU comics

[junoiii]

doodles doodles, i really love these boys

[lets-go-banana-fishing]

I'm not the one to think that Ash and Eiji fell in love at first sight BUT YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS IS HOW ASH REMEMBERS HIS FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH EIJI?!?

EIJI LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL IN HIS MEMORIES

(for reference; when they first met, Eiji was asking about guns and murder:)

[porcelana-r0ta]

I literally never planned to do anything more with my one shot of Wes being a Wayne Enterprises intern but the thought of Tim Drake and Wes Weston being friends (if not boyfriends) scratches my brain so perfectly like they could really be out here being stalker buddies 💙

Like,,

Tim, looking at a surveillance pic of a masked villain who robbed WE: (trying to be unsuspicious) the Bats really need to figure out who this new villain is and take him down >:(

Wes, who saw the villain's civilian persona for 0.5 seconds while on a Batbucks run: oh yeah I know him his name is Darry and he likes mocha fraps with a chocolate wall but also his card declined so that was sad :/ wonder he's robbing Wayne Enterprises

Tim, under his breath: I love you and I'll always make sure you get home safely after your shift

Wes: what?

Tim: I said that as my intern I need you to get me a Death Wish coffee

[waffliesinyoface]

i know minato's infamous 1000-kills-in-a-single-battle moment is supposed to just be a "wow, how cool and badass" moment, but i love it because it paints a very specific image of minato, as like. a person.

Let's compare and contrast, shall we?

Here's Kakashi, fighting Zabuza. Note how he has Zabuza effectively pinned and helpless. Instead of instantly going for the kill, he talks to Zabuza for a moment here, and tries to convince him to stop going after Tazuna, because he is beaten and he is going to die. The clear underlying tone to this is "I will kill you. I'm tired, and I don't want to kill you. But I will, unless you stop. Make your choice." Kakashi is offering Zabuza mercy here. It's a very sharp, pointed mercy, but he gives Zabuza enough time to know he's beaten, and enough time to realize he will die if he doesn't surrender.

and then in contrast!

Minato does not care.

The reason he was able to personally kill 1,000 people is because their deaths were utterly irrelevant to him.

[vinsportgar]

tojikuna is tojikun'in

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Cant get this meme out of my head its so funny to me, original meme by @naffeclipse as well as being the owner of Sleuth Jesters, Cryptid Sightings, and In Deep Dreams Between the Waves. Credits to the lovely @themeeplord for Cryptid Eclipse and Mer Eclipse designs which I hold so very dearly.

heres the og meme image by Naff

[thesplashyeth]

recognizing the god of chaos

[voidshrub]

Someone may or may not have lost a bet against Scout today (an impressive feat on its own tbh)

[st-hedge]

It wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card that I’d draw V again. Anyway I’ll go ahead ramble in the tags

[merakiui]

I want to ruin Rollo so bad that he he stumbles out of the student president's office before he has time to fix himself. Maybe he comes back for seconds, if he does, he's getting thrown on the bed.

SO REAL OMG..... I need to give him just a crumb of pussy,,, a film preview, if you will, so that he's laying awake every night thinking about it in the most debilitating of ways. I need him to be drooling over me,,, that scene from Hunchback where Frollo's eyes are all red from monologuing in front of the fireplace,,,, that but instead Rollo was up all night writing erotica in his diary because he's down bad, and somehow the bags under his eyes are even darker and deeper than they were before. You can't give him just a tease of romance/lust/sex and expect him to be normal about it.

Giving him the best head of his life and it leaves him grabbing at the air. I need him weak in the knees. I need him desperate and pathetic. I need to peg him.

Rollo Flamme after succumbing to his lust:

[lucydoodlessometimes]

p... princess eater? soul tutu??? what if mytho was a weapon literally. what if princess tutu was soul eater. anime that rewired my brain