#Information || Headcanons

[konigsblog]

taking virgin loser-könig's virginity. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

könig hasn't lost his virginity for a plethora of reasons. whether that be because of his depravity and desperation towards drunk women at bars, or his creepiness. or perhaps you could blame his social anxiety holding him back, but we all know that könig is a social reject; a loser.

he's way too excited when you offer to ride him, although he doesn't tell you he's a virgin. to some, it would've been noticeable; his heavy breathing and wide, shocked eyes when you ease down onto his length, or his eagerness to continue despite the flushed, dizzy expression on his face. his cheeks flush a rosy pink, his eyelids half-closed, and his veiny dick aching inside your tight heat. you caress könig's jaw tenderly, cooing at him for acting like a dog in heat.

you kiss his forehead while he attempts to hold himself back from thrusting upward into you. you have to physically restrain him by pinning his gross, dirty hands to his sides so that his touch won't wander, preventing him from slipping his fingers into your tight asshole. he grunts and gasps at the new, addictive sensation. god, you'll be an addiction, that's for sure. könig heaves and growls, tears brimming in his waterline at the euphoria burning inside of him and a cheeky and mischievous grin plastered on his face.

könig flips you over onto your stomach, pinning you down and ruts into you mercilessly. his loving, soft eyes roll to the back of head as he loses control and fucks himself stupid using your tight, swollen cunt. you whimper and mewl out blissfully, so sore yet so pleased to have such a girthy, fat cock stuffed inside your wet folds.

only afterwards, when you're laying on his chest will he quietly and shamefully admit to being a virgin, when you're half-asleep and exhausted after being filled with ropes of his pearly, creamy semen.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Grandfather."

Ra's knew who the boy was the moment he'd snuck into the room. He'd allowed the child--more man than child now, but everyone was a child compared to him--moments to steel himself while Ra's refrained from acknowledging his presence. The boy's breath was barely audible but unsteady, and a drop of something fell to the floor.

His grandson was injured. "Danyal," he greeted and finally gazed upon him for the first time in seven years.

Danyal had grown into his father's height, yet stayed lean in regards to his musculature. His black hair had grown out of the League-regulation haircut, held back in a messy braid. He held himself as strong as he could, but kept an arm wrapped around his stomach. His shirt--standard American teenage garb, he dismissed--was spotted with blood and he could see bandages poking out from under the cloth.

With great care, Danyal knelt before the Demon Head and recited the Oath of Loyalty.

Ra's watched.

The boy's tongue, fat with English, spoke the League's variant of Arabic with the grace of a mace to the head, yet his words were clear. He took his time speaking the oath, carefully sounding out words, working hard to avoid mispronunciation. The Oath in question was the older version, from before Deathstroke's insurrection, but Danyal spoke it with a calm certainty that it would be accepted.

And without a doubt, it would be accepted.

Talia's eldest son had been born from her body instead of through science, a mistake that nearly cost her the child and damaged him upon birth. While the best doctors in the world saved his life, Danyal Al Ghul would always be weak in a fight, always prone to illness, always struggling to excel. When it became clear that the boy couldn't become the next Demon Head, Ra's sent Talia to create a replacement while arrangements were made for her first child to be taught business and science, for the betterment of the League. Danyal, very much his father's child, thrived in his intellectual pursuits while Damian grew and developed into a budding assassin.

But Danyal was more like his father than he'd ever knew. Ra's couldn't miss the signs of one of his family turning away from the League. Not the mission--Danyal had written several university level papers defending the environment by the time the boy was 10--but Ra's methods...

Ra's had a conundrum. Danyal was a dedicated conservationist; once the boy was an adult, Ra's was certain he'd take the world by storm and bring the League to new heights. But if he forced his methods onto Danyal, he could create an enemy of him, just as his father was.

Ra's gave Danyal an offer; Danyal would be allowed to leave the League and live a normal life if and only if he faked his own death in such a way that reinforced Damian's loyalty to the League of Assassins.

Danyal had been hesitant at first, but past his test with flying colors. Instigating one of the more unstable assassins into organizing a coup, cutting the insurgents off near immediately, but "dying" protecting both his younger brother and mother. It was a masterful performance. Even Talia hadn't known about the deceit.

And yet, here he was, on his knees, pledging loyalty. Danyal knew what that meant, knew what he was returning to, which morals he would be allowed to keep.

"And what do you bring with you, child of no one?" Why should the League accept the return of this child, who left once before?

Danyal met his eyes. "I bring with me, my team, who are loyal to me and me alone. I bring with me, research surrounding the Lazarus Pits, in origins and further uses for the waters." Ra's raised an eyebrow, and Danyal smirked. "I bring with me, my knowledge, nurtured within this very home and sharpened in the world outside. I bring with me, my weapons, built with my own hands. I bring with me... my body, finally healthy and whole." He brought his head down to the floor, trembling with pain. "I bring my whole self to the Demon's Head, for Him to accept or reject."

Ra's smiled. "By the shadows that guard our order and the blood that binds us, I accept this oath. From this day forward, you are an instrument of the League, a harbinger of justice, and a weapon in the hand of Ra's Al Ghul."

Danyal returned to his feet, swaying percariously. He needed immediate medical attention. Despite this, he continued, "Long live the League of Assassins. Long live Ra's Al Ghul."

And he collapsed onto the floor.

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

Idk if there's any canon information about it, but I like to think that Bruce gave his children not only room but the whole floor. 

Dick lived on the seventh floor, because he likes to be on top, and even after he moved out the floor remained his.

Cass took the first floor, because she feels the most comfortable on the ground and she likes the idea of protecting her family, since all intruders have to get through her first. 

Jason was on the fourth floor because Wayne's library is also there, after his death Bruce avoided this floor, after his resurrection Bruce still refuses to change anything there. 

Tim got the fifth floor, he originally planned to take Jason's floor for a reason™, but Bruce truly did not vibe with it, so the fifth was the closest he was allowed to take. 

Damian shares the third floor with Bruce, they told him it was because he was the blood son, but actually it's because Bruce wants to keep an eye on this tiny baby.

Duke kind of had to settle for the sixth, because all others were taken, but he doesn't complain because “holy shit I have my own floor?”

The second floor belongs to Alfred, he used to live on the third when Bruce was little, but later moved on to the second to subtly look after this manchild.

[dreemurr-skelememer]

chara meant moving onto deltarune by saying this, btw 🙄

[demigods-posts]

i saw this post the other day about annabeth and how she doesn't have a birth certificate because she was never technically born. and that raises so many interesting questions. like, does she even legally exist? does she have a fake ID? i don't need sleep. i need answers.

[furiosophie]

i know someone must have done this already but--

based on this post by @chaotic-kass

[vimbry]

the best pokedex descriptions are the ones that make them sound completely incompatible with the world suggested by the gameplay mechanics. "a stuffed toy that was thrown away and became possessed, ever searching for the one who threw it away so it can exact its revenge." ok well um. why would this fight for me

[mishiami]

they're taking buzzfeed quizzes

[poedays]

David was in the car when Gabe died.

When David Shaw awoke after the crash the first thing he felt was his Dad’s hands on him. Pushing magic into his core, healing him with everything he had within him. David looked into his Dad’s eyes and saw the blood covering the side of his face. He saw his Dad’s expression. That smile. That Gabriel Shaw smile. But in that moment it was not a smile of happiness, nor reassurance, but a smile of resignation. This smile was a goodbye.

The last thing David saw before he passed out once again was that smile, the last thing he felt was his father’s hand on his cheek, and the last thing he heard was the gentle words of his Dad:

“It’ll all be okay David, I’m here.”

[korbi-the]

dreamed the other day that Big-D wasn't Big-D but Ant-D, who was essentially the same as Big-D in every other way sans for two differences:

the name Ant-D actually stood for "Absolutely No Tangents"

which was because 90% of his inner and outer dialogue was cut down, and there was no explanation for that

i added the antennas when i woke up

[jaewul]

The informants of the modern day brotherhood should be bartenders

Desmond Miles (who is of course alive and well) could be the center of the brotherhood's information network just working at Bad Weather

[lionmythflower]

evan: and my memère-

Regulus: your what

Evan: grandma

Regulus: then it would be grandmère or something along those lines

Evan: no

*regulus and Evan proceed to argue over European French and Canadian French for the 4th time that week*

Barty, annoyed: *muttering smth in Italian abt them arguing*

[incorrectbatfam]

Criminal intern makes it sound like criminal is a licensed profession in Gotham.

"yes officer, here is my criminal licence, you can arrest me now"

Actually it absolves them of blame because it's like "don't like it? take it up with the manager"

[an-established-butt-dent]

Wanderer

[violent138]

Was thinking about Clark and Lois getting one of those baby handprints in clay things for Jon, and then Clark insisting that Kon does one too (he's been basically the same size since his 16-week conception to teenagehood). Both are on the Kent mantle and guests have learned just to roll with it.