#(also for funsies lol)

[isawiitch]

magical girl wip

(girls from this post) (youtube)

[fluffyartbl0g]

Everytime I go into the Zosopp tag, I just see people SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING about the lack of posts IN the Zosopp tag. THE ZOSOPP ECONOMY IS IN SHAMBLES

[whispering-clan]

am I an idiot I just noticed it’s little paw and big paw- excuse me well I scream. I’m so normal about these blorbos

AND WE’RE THE-

[cainternn]

WINNER POV

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[liquidstar]

this is not a comprehensive list

[puppetmaster13u]

Cryptid-esque Batman, but he uses vantablack for his entire outfit.

Everything is just, black, darkness, a moving shadow, save for when the cloak opens and there's the bat-symbol. He keeps it a different colors so his kids can still find him, but the moment they're in range he closes the cloak and it's like they're just gone.

He still has all of his armour and gadgets, they're just completely invisible amidst the rest of his form. The kids might be covered in bright colors, but he makes sure to give them each a cape or cloak for hiding. Just in case.

The issue is that now all of Gotham thinks the batclan are some sort of living shadows that form in the night. Not helped when Duke joins for the daylight and quite literally glows.

[herefortheships]

Observation: Every single time Betelgeuse appears to Lydia he's dressed in his striped suit, except for the last scene in the movie, where he's wearing pajamas. 👀

He made sure to be dressed appropriately to show up in her bed. lol

[thou-babbling-brook]

I’ve been thinking about this since July

[todayisafridaynight]

[sysig]

Keep up your sunny smile, it attracts customers (Patreon)

[somegrumpynerd]

Do you guys wanna see a thing I tried writing? It's pretty unfinished and I don't think I will finish it but it was fun to play with and it might be okay as a lil snippet! I also have like no energy for drawing right now but I wanna post something lol

(The context is Cross and Killer are alone on a mission in some unspecified au when Killer goes stage 3)

“Killer?”

Cross looked over when he got no response, half expecting Killer to have wandered off in some direction as he did on these longer jobs. His loyalty to Nightmare was often at war with his attention span in the field, and you could expect a job to take longer if it was anywhere a cat was liable to appear.

What he didn’t expect was to catch sight of Killer’s wildly fluctuating soul glinting in the reflection of the knife that was coming right for him.

Cross managed to lunge back just in time for the knife to arc downwards into the snow in his place. Its wielder slowly turned his head, tracking the path to where Cross was now. His empty eye sockets gushed with more ooze than usual, stare somehow colder than the ice he was now shaking from his blade.

“Killer…” Cross began, trying to keep his tone steady and authoritative like a warning. He was ever hopeful that this was some stupid game Killer was playing out of boredom, but that hope died as he watched some of the black goop begin to drip out of the corner of the other’s mouth.

That only happened when he went stage 3.

Shit.

Cross felt his soul drop. He’d never dealt with Killer like this alone, usually they handled him as a team if Nightmare wasn’t there to take over. In the time it would take him to look down at his phone to call for help there would probably be a knife in his head.

This was fine. He could handle it. He always had more training and stamina than Killer anyway, he just had to play keepaway with his life long enough to go home with it.

Killer teleported in front of him, something that caught Cross off guard. In his right mind, Killer almost never seemed to use his magic in fights unless he wanted to fuck around with the other. 

[Put the fight part here idk pretend there was a really cool fight, it was so cool, you loved it]

Cross felt his soul drop again, but this time the rest of his body followed. Killer was using his gravity magic to hold him to the ground, and was shambling towards him ready to finish things. Cross struggled for a moment to see if he could fight his way out of the magic’s hold, but to no avail. He was pinned as his assailant now stood threateningly over him, knife raised. In a flash of desperation, he reached out both hands and grabbed Killer’s ankles, quickly moving his head to one side as a bone attack pierced up out of the snow and struck the other in the jaw.

It wasn’t his strongest attack, but it was enough to knock Killer backwards and stun him. As Cross felt his soul being released from the other’s magic, he quickly scrambled forward and sat on Killer’s chest as he lay sprawled out in the snow, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as he began to come back around. His face was leaking so much determination from every crevice that at that point it was hard to make out an expression under it all, but Cross could tell he was frustrated as he felt the rumble of bone attacks beginning to rise up out of the snow around them.

He followed suit, carefully forming a line of his own bone attacks closely around them to act as a barrier. He could feel Killer’s attacks bouncing off of his, each hit more desperate and frantic than the last like an animal clawing at the sides of its cage. He felt some magic encircling his soul again, but this time trying to raise him up rather than push him down. It was weaker than before, whether because Killer’s attention was split with still launching bone attacks or because he was beginning to tire out, but Cross managed to fight against it and stay put.

“Killer!” he barked, leaning over the other’s face. “That’s enough. You’re not going anywhere until you pull yourself together!”

The gravity magic seemed to cease at his shout, so Cross continued in the fervent hope that he was getting through to him.

“We’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes, but I’m reporting back to Nightmare when this is over and I’m not leaving without you! Do you hear me?! I don’t care if I have to bring you back hogtied over my shoulder, I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna let you kill me!”

He didn’t realise he’d been shouting until the clinking and scraping of bone attacks had slowed and stopped altogether, and it was just the sound of his promise echoing off the bones and snow surrounding them.

And the strange gurgling sound coming from below him.

He opened his eyes again in confusion and stared down at the skeleton weakly fighting against his grasp, determination pooling and soaking into the snow from every gap in his skull. It took a second longer than he’d like to admit for Cross to realise that sound was Killer choking on it.

His bone attacks shrunk back into the ground and he shot backwards, landing ungracefully on his backside with a little curse. He hurried to pull Killer up and help him lean forward, swatting his back as he retched and spat the toxic goop up onto the ground where they’d just fought.

It was never an elegant dismount from these things, they’d found there was just no dignified way to get out a ribcage worth of black ooze. After a minute of heaving and gasping, Killer finally got a hold of himself and started glancing frantically around.

“Where’s Dust??” he managed to choke out with the urgency of a parent who’d lost their child. It always seemed to be the first thing on his mind when he came to from one of these episodes, Cross was never really sure why since any other time it seemed like they hated each other.

“He’s at home,” Cross assured, pressing one hand to Killer’s spine for support. “It’s just us, we were on a mission.”

He could see now that Killer’s soul had calmed down from the pulsating mass of spikes it was a few minutes ago and become somewhat soul shaped, still twitching nervously but a far calmer sight than before. That was a good sign that the attack was over. He wondered how much control Killer had over it, since he’d definitely seen it turn that way without having to go through a fight to the death first, but it was rare.

Cross flinched as he felt Killer grab him again, though this time instead of kicking him in the ribs he simply held on for dear life. That was another clear sign, after he was done puking up whatever goop had built up he usually cried for a while.

It was odd, especially the first few times, to see someone who always seemed so disconnected and unphased have a sobbing breakdown after trying to kill you.

“Hey,” Cross said, voice hushed as he wrapped his arms around the skeleton trembling in his lap. “It’s okay… you’re okay…”

Cross had never been the best at comforting words, but he knew Killer just needed someone to cling to while he got a hold of himself, and he was content to be that for a little while. Especially after being thrown around so much, his aching bones were more than happy for an excuse to sit in the snow for a bit. He could feel Killer’s soul being pressed against his chest as he wept silently into Cross’s shoulder, the fear and regret seemed to be radiating from it like smoke from a smothered flame.

He wondered idly if this was what Nightmare could feel all the time.

...

He also wondered just how hard it was going to be to get these black stains out of his jacket again once he pried Killer's face off of it.

[celestie0]

I LOVEE GOJO AND I LOVE SPIDERMAN IF U DO WRITE AN AU ILL WORSHIP U FOREVER

ahhh see i really do want to. but ughhh. too many ideas too little time.

i was kinda thinking, i've really been wanting to do a hospital au, so maybe mix it w spiderman au. sumn like reader n gojo are both part of a trauma surgeon cohort of first year residents and maybeee it's also childhood friends to lovers? like they've been friends forever and went through med school together n stuff. so likeee reader knows him better than anyone else

ok and then hear me out. so gojo has his typical spiderman lore right like he gets bit by a spider n becomes spiderman. it'd be kinda crazy if gojo n reader both work the night shift...but suspiciously, every single night that gojo isn't working, the hospital keep getting spiderman-related roughed up criminal patients 🤔 like they're covered in webs and all claim to have been beaten up by spiderman in the downtown streets of new york city. and reader is always telling gojo about the crazy patient cases whenever they hang out and how it sucks that he's never on shift when they get those patients and he's like yeaaaaa damn that's crazy 💀💀

anywho there was also additional idea i had where reader is also a clinical researcher and she steals samples of spiderman's webs n forensic material from the patients to look at the stuff under a microscope and she believes there's a promising cure for cancer based on what she's found in the chemical composition of his webs. but when she brings it up to the institution, they shut her down. so she takes matters into her own hands and tries to seek spiderman out bc she needs more web to run experiments

ok but imagine the angsttt when reader feels like gojo is slipping away from her n becoming more n more distant for some reason even though they've been best friends their whole life, but it's only bc he has this big secret that he doesn't want her to find out bc he knows that it'll only put her in danger :(( sobs

yea idk such were my ideas... it's a little cliche but i like it xd ... i have absolutely put my foot down and said no more series until i finish kickoff and get at least halfway through ihm...but i'm super excited by the prospect of a spiderman au!!

[redundantz]

Meryl Outfit ideas---

I feel like they will give her a whole new outfit in season 2 but if they base it off the one we seen maybe something like this would be nice.

[aroaceleovaldez]

updated list of my riordanverse scrys on flight rising. the number just keeps growing. scried like the entire TA just for funsies.

(Guide: Percy, Percy 2, Annabeth, Reyna, Leo, Jason, Thalia, Nico, Hazel, Luke, Kelli, Ethan, Silena, Chris, Alabaster, Lou Ellen, Alex Fierro, CHB, Camp Jupiter)