#... eventually

[nico-the-overlord]

you heard op, let´s get this post to 100k notes!

a watched nut never busts. or something. i dont fucking know what you people find funny anymore. 9/11.

[amuseintime]

Shattering Realization (Pt 3)

Star Souls AU

Bonnie doesn’t understand why Stupidfrin isn’t moving or why no one can do anything about it. So they take matters into their own hands, sneaking into the tent.

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Bonnie squinted at the setting sun. They were still camping at the same place as yesterday. They should’ve still been moving, but Dile said they could wait until tomorrow afternoon, no later. If they waited, the curse might get them. So they should’ve still been moving!

But they couldn’t, because Frin couldn’t.

Za was still distracted talking to Belle on watch, and Dile was reading, so no one was guarding Frin’s tent. They slipped through the cloth barrier as silently as a cat, stopping in the doorway. It was dim inside, but maybe that was better. They didn’t like looking at his face like this, didn’t like seeing him stare at nothing forever and ever no matter whether they were standing in front of them or not. He was still curled up in his sleeping bag, looking almost like he was sleeping but he wasn’t… was he? Not even Dile seemed to know, and she knew everything!

“Frin… Frin!” They whispered, lightly shaking him. He didn’t respond.

“… is this really you?” They said, taking his arm and pulling up the sleeve. It was cool to the touch. “I know you said you’re you and you’ll be back, but you’re not acting like it! You’re all cold and stare forever and won’t move!” Their whispers were verging dangerously close to yells. They swallowed the lump in their throat, eyes stinging. “Why won’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell us, you- you…” They sniffled, rubbing tears away from their eyes.

More than anything they wanted him to wake up, to be flesh and blood, to tell them they had a nightmare and he never got hurt. They wanted him to move and talk and just do something besides lie there! Anything! Even if it was yelling at them!

“Frin? C’mon, wake up! Wake up, Stupidfrin! Belle said you aren’t cursed, so you gotta get up now!” They shook him a little harder, but nothing.

“… Frin?”

Nothing.

Bonnie bit their hand to muffle their sobs, big fat tears blurring their vision. Desperate for something, anything, they pulled up the corner of the sleeping bag and wiggled in. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, Frin was hard. He was hard and cool to the touch, but it was as close as they could get. They tugged one arm to hold themselves to his chest, feeling their own warmth seep into his clothes, into the sleeping bag, slowly replacing what should’ve been there, but wasn’t. All the while, their tears made an increasingly damp spot on his cloak.

“Please, please wake up…”

Something touched the back of their head. At first they thought they imagined it, but it repeated. Gloved fingers threaded through their hair in a slow, rhythmic pattern, and they held Frin all the tighter.

“Frin! That’s-that’s you doing that, right? I feel it! You’re here! You’re here…”

They didn’t know what else to say, just nestling against him as he stroked their hair. No more words were said, they just held each other until Bonnie fell asleep.

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I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?

[zeldaelmo]

So, I started the TP long fic and it begins in the castle graveyard. Remember the grave of the unnamed hero? Yeah, me too.

Totally flexing with @ellipsus-writes 's wip share feature here because it's so damn smooth. 🫶🏼

[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[mirrorcatcreditcard]

"we grew up in a world where there was never enough to go around"

You know maybe the villain's story is more compelling than half the "good guys" because you can see the cause and effect and he's always giving powerful ass speeches and he's cruel because of the cruelty he's been through and he's so morally grey it's like trying to see the bottom of the Congo and legitimately he has a reason to be evil after the person people keep seeing as good and kind (Vander) actually tried to kill him for reasons unknown but was a betrayal enough that he apologized and sure he's not going about this right at all and you shouldn't leave a trail of victims in your wake but also he genuinely wants to stop being under other people's heels and wants to be respected as a human but at the end of it all he knows he'll never be seen as human so if only he can bring to fruition this revolution he'll have made an impact also he does feel fondness and affection for Jinx outside of work but there's no time or place for him to warm in the conventional way we think of a healthy or good parent because he's busy with business and his ideals/morals are different than we see the world but also he does try can someone give him a break like goddamn being the head of everything is hard

Damn I wish they made everyone this deep I'd have actually cried or felt sad when the "good guys" died ..

Starting Arcane I'mma live react in the reblogs

[turtleofthehollow]

I need someone to write fanfiction of Lucifer and Alastor making a deal, but Luci botches the wording of the deal so bad that they end up married instead, and neither of them know how to break the deal, so they're just stuck like this until further notice

You can't tell me it wouldn't be in character for him!

UPDATE: It has been written! Check out the reblogs for the link!

[olrinarts]

1/?

FINALLY, AFTER WRESTLING WITH THIS FOR AGES

have the first 5 pages of 'Fittings', which is a... 'short' comic that won't leave my brain

i have a lot of headcanons about the significance of fibrecraft and clothing and such for sheep, considering the whole wool thing, and while i'm working on other projects that go more in depth with that, this is just a fun little thing i wanted to do

i cannot emphasise how much it pained me to draw ill-fitting clothing though 😭

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[deep-space-lines]

P A I N T T H E W O R L D R E D

sketch im not sure if i’ll finish. im unwell about this game

[bet-on-me-13]

Cass has a Nemesis

So! Cass has a Nemesis.

An Enemy that has taken all her skill and grace to defeat in the past, undefeatable by any of her peers, someone only she can defeat-

-In Ballet.

Cass has a Nemesis, named Danny Fenton. He is in a rival Ballet School, and she has only barely managed to defeat him in the past. She is awed at times by his grace and skill at the art, it is almost as if he can defy gravity itself, while looking entirely natural.

He is as good as her, and she has literally been trained as an Assasin since she was born.

In every Ballet Competition she has been in, it always comes down to the two of them. And she will not waver for even a second.

Aka

Danny and Cass are in rival Ballet school and are the aces of both teams. Danny is so good because he has the natural balancing instincts of a Ghost, and can apply that very easily to Ballet.

Eventually Danny/Cass cause that's my favorite Dpxdc ship

[brucewaynehater101]

Android Tim Drake AU:

Drake Industries announced they had successfully created realistic-looking androids that passed the Turing Test (and harder versions of it). They were planning to release commercial models to the public within twenty years.

To go a step farther, the Drakes wanted to ensure no one was skeptical of the androids' abilities to pass as human. Thus, Janet and Jack Drake had a healthy "human" baby by the name of Timothy Jackson Drake. The only individuals aware of this are Tim, Janet, Jack, and a small handful of engineers bound with a fuck ton of NDAs. They planned to tell the public when Tim was eighteen.

While Janet and Jack Drake are aware of Tim's ability to mimic emotions, they do not believe him to be capable of actually feeling them. This leads to Tim's childhood being lonely and neglectful. He is a robot.

At first, Tim is incapable of consuming human foods or using his touch sense. They fix his touch sense by the time he is four (and thus Dick is his first hug), and the food by the time he is six. He is constantly undergoing repairs to allow him to mimic the growth pattern of a child. It's when he is nine that he finally gets pain sensors to discourage and alert him to damage.

Tim is, for all intents and purposes, legally a human. When Janet dies and Jack gets into a coma, Tim stops receiving "growth spurts." He remains the same size even after Jack wakes up from his coma.

When Tim becomes Robin, he does not disclose his status with Bruce, Dick, or anyone else. Given that his parents treat him like an object, a machine, and incapable of feelings, Tim doesn't want to be subjected to that by his heroes either.

Instead, he gaslights the hell out of the Bats, villains, and other heroes whenever he gets hit.

["Tim! You got flung into a building. You are getting a medical exam."

Tim narrows his eyes as his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Bruce.... what are you talking about?"

"I saw you get thrown into a building. You're not getting out of this."

Tim glances to the side and then back to his mentor. He carefully places a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "B... Maybe we should have Alfred check you over."

Bruce blinks in shock as his brows furrow. "What?"

Tim purses his lips and shakes his head in pity. "It's okay, B. We'll figure it out. Whatever is going on, we'll fix it."

Bruce is so confused and concerned he doesn't ask Tim to get a medical check and agrees to be checked over instead.]

Tim becomes an expert at repairing himself because he can't explain to the engineers (most of who were let go after Janet died) how he got damaged. He spends a lot of nights alone in his room turning off his pain sensors (which isn't an automatic process and is difficult to reach)in order to fix the mangled hand, the gaping gash, the crooked foot, etc.

Kon, and conversely YJ, are the first to find out about his status (darn x-ray vision and super hearing). This encourages Tim to create artificial sounds within himself to fool Superman when they first meet. This also forces Tim to wear a long-sleeved uniform and a hood to hide from x-ray vision.

Tim finds comradery with Red Tornado.

When Jack wakes up from his coma, he originally treats Tim as he did before: an object. Dana, though, changes this. Jack can't explain why he treats his "son" that way and slowly morphs into becoming a good father.

It starts as only occurring when Dana is in the room and ends with a very bitter and antagonistic Jack when she leaves. He is initially disturbed by how much Tim is "faking" emotions, particularly because Tim learned to conceal his emotions from his parents as a coping mechanism (not that Jack knows this).

As they start spending more and more time together, Jack begins accepting the idea that Tim is capable of emotions. He starts caring and loving the kid as his own.

Because of this, Jack becomes fearful for Tim. When he learns that Tim is Robin, he is both jealous of Bruce's relationship with Tim and absolutely terrified for his son (what happens if people find out that Tim is an android? How would they treat him? Tim told Jack the Waynes don't know about his status. What if Tim gets injured too badly during a mission and they find out?)

This is why Jack initially forbids Tim from being Robin. There is way too much at stake for Tim if he continues (even though, theoretically, Tim can't die. Jack can keep saves of Tim and import him into a new body if necessary. They both don't want to do this, however, because Tim's body is his. It would feel weird and wrong to put him in another one).

While Tim is prohibited from being Robin, Jack bankrupts his company in the process of getting Tim rights. He bribes the hell out of judges, law makers, etc. to subtly put I'm rights for androids. He wants Tim to have full access to his inheritance, to freedom, and to everything humans can do. He doesn't want Tim to be without it.

Tim doesn't understand why Drake Industries is going under and is pissed at Jack for preventing him from being Robin. Robin is everything to Tim. It allows him to be treated as human. It connects him to so many people.

It's only afterwards, when Tim is finally allowed to be Robin again (and Jack has ensured he did everything he could for now for Tim's rights), that Tim fully understands how much Jack loves and cares for him.

Then Jack dies.

Tim is able to hide the fact that he's an android up until a Red Helmet asshole breaks into the Tower. While YJ whisk him away before the Bats can find out, Jason knows. Jason found out.

[furetzu]

gonna start posting my twt backlog >_<

[neosvcr]

dry humping with anton... him holding your hips, guiding you against his bulge. whispering encouragements against your lips with that grin of his, finding you so adorable when he watches you fall apart on his lap. his own self restraint hanging on by a thread as he felt you leak onto his thigh. cooing at you, almost mockingly, but you were way too desperate to care. pressing kisses against your lips and revelling in the way you struggled to kiss him back. laughing softly when he pulls your hair back to see the tears in your eyes. begging him for his cock, and him promising to give you what you want soon. he just wants to see you pathetic and desperate for him.

[screamingforests]

Cat shifter reader au

The sick chapter, uhhh reader is referred to as "it" but its not meant to be dehumanizing, im just tryna keep it gender neutral

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You had caught the flu. And it sucked. Being sick as a cat was 100% harder, especially because the experiments ran on you left your immune system weaker than usual. Usually, you would hide beneath a dumpster and ride out the worst of it or hide in your tiny apartment that you barely lived in.

But now you couldn't do either. You were trapped within the house of the four men who had all but abducted you.

You'd been hiding beneath Soap's - or Johnny as "Ghost" called him - bed. He was, surprisingly, the least touchy with you. It was something you appreciated after living so long alone.

Johnny, Soap, whatever, had heard you sniffling late into the night and heard you heaving the next morning. When he couldn't coax you from beneath the bed for even water, he got concerned.

So he left the room to round up the others.

"I think the cat's sick."

"Can't we just take it to the vet?" John asked. "They can give meds for it, can't they?"

Ghost chimes in, "that wouldn't be an awful idea except-"

"It bites us every time we get too close," Gaz finishes, nodding. "What about using a towel to grab it?"

Soap sputters at that and it delves.

Meanwhile, you were almost crying beneath the bed. You were shifting rapidly from human to cat form because neither form could take the sickness. The rapid shifting sapped what little energy you had left.

You could hardly stop the soft, pained meow that left your throat. Every movement made your body ached and for once, you wanted to ride it out in your human form but you couldn't.

Not with the military men outside the door, still arguing about taking you to the vet or not. Who knew if they'd turn you into the government to be returned?

The thought made you shudder.

Finally, the arguing dies down, and the door opens. There's a shuffle of feet, but you're fading in and out of consciousness.

You hiss softly as you see several items get pushed underneath the bed. A cat bed, when did they get that?, and a bowl of water. Some soft cat-food soon followed.

Then Ghost gets on the floor and peers under the bed to look at you.

"You better get well, cat, you're worrying Johnny."

You growl but move to curl up on the softer cat bed. It was better than the cold floor.

~

The next morning, you awake to being shuffled around. Someone was pulling on the cat bed, but you were far too fever addled to care. You should've.

Before you know it, Gaz is lifting you up and setting you on the bed.

You sneeze and look around blearily, something feels off.

You shifted back into your human form while asleep.

The shock of it makes you shift back and scramble towards the open window. Gaz isn't quite fast enough to stop you. Fear pushes you further.

But you're too sick to really go far, but you find a decent hiding place. You practically collapse into it as your consciousness is stolen from you.

[draconic-ichor]

He tries his best..,