#Cracky

[atcarpenter]

I actually think the idea of domestic core four + a more-or-less normal Amber with a Sam who is barely on socials is so funny. Sam looks at what Amber gets up to online one day and immediately puts on her mom-pants.

Sam: Go say you’re sorry. Amber: But, Sam -- Sam: Amber, go apologise. Cyber-bullying is not ok. Amber: But they called me a slur for turning their favourite character into a lesbian. Sam: I don't care. You sent them a death threat along with their home address. Go apologise. Amber:

Sam: >:| Amber: … ok.

[arrxdrawinffourlive]

I'm bored af

[sarcasticdolphin]

May I request for the snipped tag game: Smrtolf, ❤️ or 🤎 (the choice is yours)

It's still a bit of an odd feeling - Smrt's hand at Rudolf's back, just between his wings.

"My friend." Rudolf turns to greet him, leaning into the touch. He'll never have enough of this.

Smrt brushes a piece of Rudolf's fluffy hair out of his eyes before twining his arms around the young angel, pulling him closer. "Rudolf."

Rudolf lets his arms rest on Smrt's chest for a moment before moving them to wrap around his friend's neck and gently nosing his cheek. There's something that feels so right about being properly in his friend's embrace after being denied it again and again.

Smrt's hand comes up to stroke Rudolf's jawbone. It tickles and Rudolf giggles, his wings happily twitching behind him. Smrt smiles at that, letting his finger drift to below Rudolf's chin before pulling him closer.

Their noses brush for a moment, and Rudolf takes the moment to try and figure out Smrt's eye color. His eyes look grey most of the time, but in certain lights, they have a lovely hint of pale blue.

They are already so close that Rudolf isn't really sure if he is the one that leans in, or if it is his friend. The kiss is odd, in a way. A brief little thing, but it has a feeling of finality to it. Smrt's lips are soft but cool, and Rudolf finds himself making a rather pathetic noise when Smrt pulls away.

That earns a gentle chuckle from his friend, and he pulls Rudolf in for another kiss. The angel savors it, pulling Smrt closer. He wants more, more of his beautiful friend. They have so much time to make up for, after all.

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Deep in the shadows and unseen to the love birds, a small convoy of crows deposited bottle caps at the feet of a smug-looking raven.

[hijodelagua]

[silverxwords]

plot: SG Megatron gets some Light

the end-- well, of critical thinking skills, at least. 

[carefulzombie]

gf fandom in 2016: if you so much as hint - even jokingly! - about the nature of ford and bill’s relationship being anything other than platonic (and even then you NEED to give a disclaimer that bill is manipulating him!) then you support abusive relationships

gf fandom in 2024:

[ninjasmudge]

Maid-fu Lamba

here is some context for why theyre maids

[goldkeycomics]

oh honey

your comic book collection

[savagegood]

What We Do In The Shadows 5.03 | Padres vs Nats 6.7.2021

[luckyredeyes]

“I’m in the Hot Girl Summer of my life.”

[silverxwords]

****

second only to Soundwave (because he's Soundwave) and Deadlock (because Primus gave his all on those thighs and we both know it)

amused rumbling.

That's a fair assessment.

[rdps01]

horror time

[allastoredeer]

Since you're a multishipper (love that) have you consider Adam, Lucifer and Alastor as a trio? (Poor, poor Alastor)

Any thoughts?

Do I want Alastor to be stuck in the middle of a petty angel sandwich?

Yes. Yes I do.

[elexuscal]

presented without comment

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[raileurta]

Humans are scary to Cybertronians but in the way spiders are scary to people. They're small mostly harmless creatures and usually more scared of you but 1% of them can infact kill you will also be incredibly horrifying to look at.

We don't have enough fur to cover our skin, our mouth protrusions are so weird, have acid inside of us, and the fact we eat other organics is just so messed up.