#[[fight me

[weralika]

andrew's midnight snack is always kevin day.

[spiralingemptyness]

uh words…. 😃

close up bonus on these three bc i like how i drew aphrodite

[ic3-que3n]

“Damnant quod non intelleguent”

HELLO! I am so excited to finally share the first art piece for the 2024 Eruri Matchmaking on Twitter. I got paired with the amazing @nngi_e on Twitter and AO3. And they wrote a truly amazing fic "Pietas" and let me get carried away with the art!

This is the first of three pieces. In this piece Erwin in the classic "sacred heart of jesus" pose with Levi at his feet in a pose inspired from "the fallen angel" painting by Alexandre Cabanel and another painting of the same name by Roberto Ferri

GO READ THEIR FIC!

Link to piece 2 (n$fw)

Link to piece 3 (VERY n$fw)

[iiinkos]

sad wet cat jon is jon with longass princess hair. sad wet rat jon is jon with a messy ass short haircut. i said what i said

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it's just a thing demons do sometimes

[themadknightuniverse]

Sun and Moon

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[snufflesw]

Was it casual when you told her she was nothing like her mum after she risked her life to save yours and you believed she was a good person even when she couldn't?

[chaoticas-hell]

Neil being demi is actually so important I will fight people on this. It fits his character so perfectly and I get upset when people erase his ace-ness just my demi king live his demi life

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Annabeth: *tries to sacrifice herself for Percy*

Percy:

Percy:

Percy: *jumps off the St. Louis Arch*

[demaparbat-hp]

WIP

[thechaoticdruid]

AsTaRiOn Is A sUbBy BoTtOm

Hmmm......I don't believe you.

This man is always trying to pin me down.

[guildofscribes]

Humans and Fighting.

Okay, so Humans are definitely Weird. We all know this, we all own it. There's no use in trying to deny it at this point.

But the amount of "fight me" spirit that is written into the bones of every human is just so interesting to think about.

Think of the most peaceful, mild-mannered person you know. And then think of the one or very, very few times they got heated over something. Yeah, maybe it was funny in the moment or something, like a baby kitten trying to be fierce but they're tiny and cute, so it doesn't really feel threatening... but think of the fight that rose up.

Even a worm will turn. Maybe humans can't win every fight, and maybe they know this when they go in, but humans will 100% go down fighting. Every. Step. Of. The. Way. There comes a point in every human where they'll throw hands. Some it takes longer to get there, others require very specific situations to reach it, but every human has the threshold and reason for "I'll fight for this." Humans aren't the strongest or fiercest creatures that live on earth, they can't compete with most of the creatures they meet, or even most other humans. But they'll still put up a fight. Even if it's just to say that they fought. Even when they lose.

[reggie-black-is-my-gender]

Just an idea I had :)

—————

“Who is that?”

James had never seen someone so ethereal. He had never before seen someone who wore a simple white shirt like it was crafted specifically for them by a team of divine seamstresses. He had never seen someone who so quickly made him want to worship at their altar, because only divine beings could hold beauty like they did.

“Oh yeah, that’s my little brother Regulus, though I suppose last time you met he had been using a different name.” Sirius started, and oh at that James’ heart fell. “Hey! Reggie, come over for a sec!” Sirius yelled, waving his arms like a madman to gain the attention of the gorgeous man across the courtyard.

As regulus started walking their way, James had only one thought— how can someone so beautiful even exist?

“Don’t even think about it prongs, no one touches my sibling, we made a contract back in third year, siblings are off limits!” Shit, had James said that out loud?

“Well…” James said, getting ready, “contracts signed by a minor are not legally binding!” He shouted, already running his way towards the only god he would ever pray to.

[ileftmysoulinnorway]

THE VAMPIRE ARMAND

Photo credit: Larry Horricks/AMC

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ouch :[