#ITS DARK AND TWISTED

[mlybrnte]

I KNOW HANNIGRAM IS TOXIC AND I DONT ASPIRE TO BE IN THAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE I HAVE A FINE LINE BETWEEN REAL AND FICTION BUT JUST GET AWAY FROM ME AND STOP TELLING ME ITS PROBLEMATIC COZ THATS LIKE A FUNDAMENTAL PART OF WHY IM WATCHING IT RAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[fearmeeeee]

Zealot

[local-fagboys-near-you]

pups that love smell... pups that are sneaky about it, stealing casual articles of clothing at first, then getting bolder and stealing your undergarments because fuck you just smell so good.. pups that fuck themselves while huffing your scent, whimpering out your name to no one in particular... pups that lay against your thigh while watching tv, just for the hint of that sweet smell... pups that stick their nose in your crotch, not just because he desperately wants you in his mouth (although he very much does), but because your scent is so fucking intoxicating to them that they can't think about anything else

[suntails]

knighted

[aquanutart]

[bloominglegumes]

our large bipedal son who we found on the street

[anbaisai]

good morning o7

i guess if i want more shippy jamimayu i’ll do it myself 😤✨

IAN W HAT.

YOU COME INTO MY INBOX WHILE IM AWAY JUST TO DO THIS- I- HFKSDJDFSKFJSAKL???? I opened this in public and had to struggle so hard just to maintain a straight face I had to panic exit sO FAST-

THEY'RE SO CUTE AND SOFT IM GOING TO JUST COMBUST 💥💥💥😭😭 as I would expect of the local master of drawing tender Jamiyuu moments oh my god this was a calculated attack right on my heart farewell this is the end of me (lies down)

Fine fine I will feed the jamimayu nation as well (population of maybe 3) you have very much Inspired me... technically I have once again reverted to my shitposting roots but HEY it was still cute enough I nuked myself drawing it

[heynhay]

let's drive out

[flwrkid14]

What If Tim Drake Was Never Rescued? The Making of Joker Junior

Tim Drake never became Robin. He was just a smart kid, a quiet shadow with a camera, trailing the Bat and the rogues of Gotham, digging into the mysteries of the city’s underworld with a tenacity that should have earned him a place beside the heroes he admired. But then, one night, he dug a little too deep, got too close. Joker noticed him watching, eyes bright with curiosity, and that was it—Tim vanished off Gotham’s streets, just another lost kid in a city that moved on.

Except Tim wasn’t really gone; he was Joker’s new project.

The Joker didn’t just lock him up. He broke him down, with every taunt and twisted trick. Tim’s mind, once sharp and resilient, became the Joker’s playground, his personal canvas. Joker saw the spark, the intelligence, the raw potential in him—and Joker loved breaking things with potential. Each day, he wove his madness deeper into Tim’s mind, twisting and warping his reality. Tim tried to hold on, to remember who he was, what he cared about, but every moment was a fight, and Joker didn’t play fair.

Days bled into months, maybe years. Gotham moved on. The city forgot about the missing kid who’d once admired heroes. But Tim? He stopped thinking of rescue, stopped imagining life outside of Joker’s twisted games. His laughter, once warm and genuine, turned sharp and hollow. Joker’s cruelty became his comfort. Eventually, the line blurred until there was no Tim Drake left—only Joker Junior.

It was Joker who gave him his new name, laughing as he handed him the purple suit. “You’re a real chip off the old block now,” he’d sneered. Joker Junior didn’t protest. He just put the suit on.

The transformation was complete. He’d become Joker’s perfect apprentice, a wild-eyed agent of chaos, dancing through Gotham’s streets with a smile too wide, eyes too dark, and laughter that sent shivers down people’s spines. The innocence he once had was gone, replaced with Joker’s venom, embedded so deep it felt like his own.

One night, Batman finally tracked him down. He’d been following the mysterious “Joker Junior” across the city, tracking the strange sense of familiarity in the kid’s movements, the way he seemed to know Gotham’s streets like the back of his hand. They clashed on a rooftop, Joker Junior dodging and weaving, just like… just like Robin. Bruce caught a glimpse beneath the mask, a flash of familiar features, and his world seemed to tilt.

“Tim?” Bruce choked, his voice breaking. For a second, Joker Junior stilled, his eyes meeting Bruce’s.

But then that dark grin returned, the twisted mask of the Joker’s protégé. “Tim’s gone,” he said, his voice too casual, too familiar, too empty. “Joker taught me better.”

And as Bruce reached out, trying to connect with whatever was left of the kid he’d never saved, Joker Junior slipped into the night, his laughter echoing behind him.

[wackywheel]

imagine this. a minecraft server where you CANT go live to play and you CANT be recording on it. did i scareds you? 😈

[knbwn]

🐈‍⬛x🦁

unfortunately plans for the other standee and 2 other leona centric illust is delay because life loves throwing things at me the moment i made plans </3 i have a commission line up next month too so we will see what is up before we make more plans at least i'll have this n the other illust as standee,, i cannot wait to see the level of compression a high res illust will undergo as it get compressed into a 9cm standee. water powered pressing machine type shi my commission info!

[angelwishess]

What if I told u guys that throughout the main storyline Kyra genuinely believed that no one genuinely loved her .

Like, she was so used to the love she received from others being conditional that her being loved and accepted despite showing all her flaws was never even possibility to her .

So she goes around with the expectation of not making any real “bonds” , keeping everyone at arm’s length because she knows she has to go home one day ..

So its just one day, or maybe slowly she realizes. Wait, these people actually do like me and love me. Maybe I can love myself too then?

And before she knew it the people that she was so sure must’ve hated her, had managed to worm their way into her heart too. They all left an impact on her, just like she unknowingly did to them.

And the thought that maybe if all of these people could still accept her even after all of it, maybe she doesn’t have to pretend anymore after all

Thank u thats all *bows*

[fearmeeeee]

[emimii]

who’s the tom and the queen in the relationsh- WRONG WHO’S THE LITTLE CAT IN THE RELATIONSHIP BCUZ ITS NOT MISTOFFELEES

[suntails]

💀⚔️

[cursed-and-haunted]

dark and twisted? you are at most brightly lit and perfectly straight