#(just got to fresh blood)

[lazylittledragon]

i already know there’s a hyper specific tattoo artist/florist AU for something somewhere in my future now that i actually know what i’m talking about

[despoticmouse]

Is the scup the type to wriggle around helplessly when SM is fighting, or do they just grab a spear and start running at the first extremely deadly thing they can spot

The Slup has never had anything so… savory! 🤤

And SM is a little horrified by the massacre. Later they’ll feel proud by the show of strength of being able to tear a whole lizard’s leg off!

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

[fauvester]

shang qinghua finds a demon-magic-plot device way to provide MBJ an heir to the throne. a dedicated advisor!!

[bamboozled-distress]

my favourite creature

[theboykingsmichaelsword]

no thoughts head empty just s4!sam fresh from a session with ruby and still keeping secrets from dean watching his older brother snoring quietly in the dark and thinking how gordon was right, he should've killed himself a long time ago before he could become this thing that confides in demons and lies to his brother but more damningly can't stop wishing it was him sucking salvation from dean's blood like communion that night in the factory instead of vamp!gordon

[sysig]

An eye for a life, unquestionably worth it (Patreon)

[epickiya722]

I think about how some people actually hate on Yuji, Nobara and Megumi and get confused because I went into JJK and by episode 3 I adored them.

[pastelchad]

Sekaiichi hatsukoi is so much fun bc the tyrannical boss who takes their job way too seriously and the new employee who doesn’t know a damn thing is such a relatable concept and you can plop the entire cast into whatever au you want and it would still work just as well

[roseworth]

part of the appeal of a jason & rose team up to me is that they are so similar personality-wise but they are soooo different in their approach to crimefighting in the sense that jason is a meticulous planner and rose does not plan more than 10 minutes ahead. jason spends weeks putting together every aspect of their plan and backup plans in case something goes wrong just for rose to ruin it by going "im gonna kick down this door and see if anyones behind it"

[spotaus]

I think my brain should ruminate on the important characters but for some odd reason I'm staring at an unimportant side character and nodding in interest to myself. 😌

[mifunebooty]

Nosferatu 2024 rocks my balls off

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey! I just started watching the rookie, and I couldn’t help but think of Thena and Gil! Is it possible that we could have an AU based of the rookie? Lots of love! (Your account is the only thing keeping me alive through exam season 😭🙏)

"You're doing well, Rookie."

Gil's back straightened, looking up from his notes. "Uh, y-you think so?"

Ajak smiled at him, though. "Look, I know the guys like busting your balls about being older than them."

Gil made a face. Both of those were understatements; they loved giving him hell for it, and it was because he was more than a few odd years older than them. "Well, they've stopped calling me 'Grandpa', I guess."

Ajak laughed faintly, nudging his shoulder. "And within your first year? That's pretty good."

He sighed a little heavier, allowing himself the more casual talk with one of his superior officers. "I thought I would see more improvement in myself, y'know?"

"Hey," Ajak took a seat on the other side of the table from him. "You're doing great. That speech about how few people even get through basic training isn't just bullshit."

He chuckled with her, pulling at the collar of his uniform. "The academy exams weren't so tough. Somehow facing the public during a traffic jam is much worse."

Ajak laughed louder at that, encouraging him to do so too. The briefing room still felt a little sacred to him, but Ajak always had such a natural charisma, it was hard to feel up-tight around her. "The people are always gonna be the hardest part of any job. But you're good with them."

"I am?" he asked as she leaned back in her seat, toying with the ends of her long, dark ponytail.

"You need some self-awareness, Gil," Ajak poked his arm. "You're the talk of the town. Even the captain thinks there's some promise in you. The detectives, too."

Gil blushed. "W-Well, they were really nice when we worked that case last month together. But they're professionals, after all."

"So are you?" Ajak suggested, which honestly had him stumped for a moment. "I'm pretty sure Thena even brought up how well you did."

His blush worsened.

And it definitely didn't escape Ajak's notice. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You liked working with her, right?"

Gil cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "She's, uh, yeah--she's really different from...everyone."

He wasn't doing himself any favors.

"I mean she doesn't talk much," he rushed to elaborate on his sole statement so as not to seem totally and completely weird. "But everything she did was right on the money. Obviously she was smart enough to make detective, but she's really observant."

"Mm-hm," Ajak gave him a smirk that made him sit up straighter. "Thena's like that. She notices things about everyone around her. She has incredible instincts when it comes to people--always has. That's how she made detective so fast."

Gil nodded. Everyone kept telling him it was an option for him beyond being just a rookie in training. He still wasn't sure if it was for him, but it had some tempting sounding perks. Better pay, better benefits, wearing what he wanted instead of the standard blue uniform.

Thena always wore white, professional looking clothing. And how she kept it so spotless was beyond him.

"And she's not very easily impressed," Ajak continued in a tone of voice that made him feel like he was talking about a girl at school with his mom.

"Well," Gil shrugged. "I don't know what I would have done to impress her. I just followed procedure."

"Gil," Ajak insisted. "I've worked with Thena for a long time. She's not exactly a people-person. But she appreciates it when people are genuine. And you approach things...honestly."

He just stared at the woman now his friend, and technically still his TO. "Honestly?"

She gave him a sweet smile. "You have a good heart. It's easy to see, especially to someone like Thena. That's why she let you into the interrogation."

Gil's eyes shifted. "I thought she let me talk to him because I was the one who made the arrest."

Now Ajak made a face. People kept telling him he was funny; maybe they were right. "No one at that level cares who made the arrest, big guy. Most of the other shields wouldn't have given you the time of day for bringing that up."

Thus, bringing up the question; why did Thena?

"But she could see that you cared about finding out the truth, not getting the case on your record," Ajak shook her head, leaning forward in her seat. "Did she suggest you play bad cop?"

"No." And he was relieved, because everyone else did, and he really didn't like it. He didn't play it well, in his own opinion.

"Because it doesn't suit you," Ajak gave his arm a little touch to drive the point home. "And she could tell. Plus, she played a hell of a bad cop after you were very sweet in there."

"She was pretty effective," he had to admit. He'd had his reservations when she had suggested it herself, too. Sure, she was quiet, but he didn't think that would inspire fear in anyone for such a reason.

He'd briefly imagined that maybe her beauty would simply stun the perp into confessing.

"She is pretty, isn't she?"

"Huh?" he looked up at Ajak again, because surely he didn't hear that right. But she just pursed her lips as if she hadn't said anything at all. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you trying to get me fired so you don't have sign off on my training hours?"

"Are you kidding? The last rookie I got had such an irritable bowl I drove around with the windows down all winter. You're a breath of fresh air, sweetheart."

He chuckled; Ajak was funny too.

"Ajak--Gil?"

Gil rushed to stand in greeting, which he immediately realized was way too much, because it was just them and they were off hours anyway. He blushed (again). "Ma'am."

"Don't," she scolded him, but at least it was with a smile. She moved from leaning against the doorway to leaning against the table ahead of theirs to face Ajak. "Done?"

"All set," Ajak grinned up at her, an all new glee coming over her face. "And absolutely dying to get into some proper shoes."

Gil looked down at the standard issue shoes on his own feet. "I think they're not bad."

"They're not good," Ajak corrected him, standing from her seat as well and grasping Thena's sleeve. "And more importantly, they're hideous. I need something light and breathable for happy hour."

"How did you end up in this line of work?" Gil shook his head faintly as he trailed behind them and out of the briefing room and bullpen all together.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," Ajak patted Gil's arm, again with that motherly smile despite being close to his age and probably half a foot shorter than him.

Thena let Ajak somewhat pull her along towards the locker rooms. She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Nice job, wrapping up the identity theft."

"Thank you," Gil just barely dashed his eyes over to her. "I wouldn't have been able to without you putting in a good word for me, so-"

"You're too modest." She certainly didn't soften any blows, the detective. But even as she turned around again he heard her say, "you're good, for a rookie."

He would take that as a compliment. He was about to split off from them to gather his own things, but Ajak and Thena shared a look and then looked back at him. He blinked.

"Gil," Ajak broached, already beaming with excitement. "You should come with us to happy hour!"

"Oh!" he hadn't expected that. He looked at Thena, expecting her to be the most opposed to it. But she seemed almost amused by watching him be fawned over by their mutual friend. "I wouldn't want to intrude! You're-"

"Thena doesn't mind," Ajak held out her hand to Thena, who looked passive at best, to him. But the blonde nodded her permission. "See?--come have a drink with us!"

"Don't give him a reason to go to HR," Thena pulled Ajak along again. "If he has plans, it's none of our business."

"Oh," Ajak looked at him, "hot date?"

"No!"

"Ajak," Thena laughed. Maybe she did have a sense of humour, but only if it was the woman she was now trying to drag down the hall. "Now you're really harassing him."

"Fine," he huffed at her. And Ajak stuck her nose up in the air in satisfaction. He rolled his eyes at her with the utmost affection before going to retrieve his bag. Although, if they were going straight there, maybe it would be better for him to change here.

"I know you wanted to know if he had a date," he could hear Ajak 'whispering' - extremely loudly - to Thena.

"We are both his bosses, you are asking for trouble," the blonde attempted to dissuade her friend's fun.

"You said he was cute."

"I'm a detective, Ajak. It's my job to state the facts."

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

one odd thing about going deeper is that I'm no longer satisfied with shallower. and that's, weirdly enough, a net positive. I've self harmed - eh, twice? in the last month. both were well into the criteria that should have got sutures and ignored it; suspect I hit a vein once and was extremely close to muscle, which feels kind of odd. yeah, it's ramped up; yeah, there's a lot of blood and all that kind of stuff. very high risk of infection, potential nerve damage and all that kind of stuff (though I have not got either of them; I scared off an infection that wanted to hang round by chucking quantities of alcohol on it). but at the same time. that's only twice. that's a lot better than previously.

[byanyan]

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[sagemoderocklee]

the way the disability ride service i take isnt gonna pick me up from work for a damn hour…. im so fucking annoyed

edit: apparently the driver did some fuckshit but they got me a new ride quickly once they figured it out so i’m thankfully getting picked up soon not that i still didn’t wait like 40 minutes but at least it’s not an actual hour or more