#OH THATS SO COOL I LOVE HIM

[tg-headcanons]

(Submission)

So I heard we can slide TG OCs your way?? Don’t mind if I do. I never get to talk about my bastard enough, so this is gonna be long no matter how much I try to TLDR it.

Mostly known for his wit and charm, combined with his rational nature and unyielding (and often violent) loyalty to loved ones, it’s no surprise those around him often hold high opinions of Raiden. Flirtatious and very outgoing, Raiden often does a little more than “make friends” and has quite the reputation

((For whore behaviour lmao))

Due to an unfortunate incident in regards to his mother’s death when he was young, Raiden has been grappling with the mishaps and oddities of being a Kakuja for more than half his life. The excess cells excreted in response to his Kagune being released often shift his personality to a more sadistic, predatory side of himself. Taking great pleasure in playing with his prey, drawing out games of cat-n-mouse until he can feel their pulse racing under his tongue before finally granting them a swift death, usually in the from of crushing the trachea between his teeth. Raiden struggles with this side of himself, as while he knows it’s unnecessary to inflict that level of distress onto prey, he can’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction as his predatory instincts are sated.

His base Kagune is a Rinkaku, forming two long tendrils each tipped with four razor-sharp spines, the curvature of which cause much more damage being ripped out of prey than they cause going in. It’s also common for Raiden to use them to constrict or immobilise foe and prey alike. His Kakuja form however is much less sleek, a hulking mass of thick osteodermal plating, snapping jaws and near-insatiable hunger. His CCG-given alias more than an ironic nickname.

Known to the CCG as S+ rank ghoul Kaiju, Raiden is regarded as one-half of Ward 19’s apex pair, the other being Manticore (who happens to be his best friend and roommate, Jess). The pair have an extensive record of serial hunting and antagonising CCG agents, with Manticore in particular having a long history of stealing Quinque that later appear on the black market. Despite their hunting frequency and social influence over the Ward, no deaths of CCG agents have yet been directly linked to the pair so their rank cannot be raised. Curiously, one recorded confrontation between Kaiju and a junior agent suggests that Kaiju will actively avoid killing an agent if possible, as when the junior agent engaged in combat, Kaiju was swift to choke him into unconsciousness rather than kill him, leaving the agent with nothing more than minor injuries.

Although not in particular need of money, Raiden works as an adult entertainer, primarily a pole dancer (however offers private shows for those willing to spend the money) and goes by the stage-handle ‘Savage Sweetheart’. His gimmick plays into the taboo of a ghoul lover, although only his fellow ghoul coworkers are aware that this persona isn’t an act, and the only thing fake about it is the stage blood often smeared over his chest before a performance.

Raiden actually owns the club he works at, and makes a point to hire fellow Ghouls in need, offering jobs as dancers, bartenders or bouncers. The club’s earnings are put into acquiring forged legal documents for those working there, allowing them to get identity documents otherwise made normally impossible for Ghouls. This is in addition to handing out food, as Raiden’s tendency to over-hunt for pleasure often leaves enough food to go around. The prospect of safety, food, money and community are often enough to entice wary Ghouls to overlook the fact Raiden is a Kakuja, and those already working there are able to vouch for the fact their boss won’t eat them if they’re late to a shift.

Surprising to most, Raiden is a dedicated reptile owner, having over a dozen species of lizards ranging from crocodile skinks to water monitors, and several snakes. Most are kept in large vivariums each tailored to suit the inhabitants needs within the second bedroom of his apartment, aside from his first snake Burmey, a several metre long albino Burmese python. Holding a special place in his heart, Burmey has her own enclosure in Raiden’s bedroom that spans an entire wall, and if often allowed out to explore under supervision. She is also quite interested in his Kagune, as he often uses it to provide her with more support when handling her.

TLDR: Snake-dad by day, vigilante predator and thirst-trap by night, bisexual irritant always. Lives rent-free in my brain. I love him very much.

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[chrisrin]

quick cooldown doodle of my favorite guy after busting my ass on zine pieces

[epicfirestormer]

What I love about Hellboy and Abe Sapien's dynamic in the comics is that, if you came into this blind, you'd expect Abe to be the voice of reason or the straight man to Hellboy's impulsive and hotheaded personality. But no, Abe is more often than not the crazy one. Hellboy would deal with fighting evil monsters and bad guys by just sighing and getting it over with, while Abe is going rabid over tearing the creature apart when he does get into a fight. Hellboy acts like it's a 9-to-5 job and will reasonably talk things out with a guy that had nearly killed him before, Abe acts like a madman in a slaughter house and his first instinct is to shoot first kill second and ask third. They're both insane, but on completely different levels.

[b4kuch1n]

glorioso from last years twitterin

[kami-kun1003]

TWST fic writers stop reducing Silver’s entire personality to just “sleepy boy who falls asleep all the time and is sooooo sleepy and tired and did i mention he sleeps a lot and also he loves his dad” challenge (impossible) (gone wrong)

[extravagav]

AND WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!!????

[ccrisalright]

A shitty doodle comic based on the trans Richie head cannon

[mellohiizz]

Hi mel have you seen

NO WAY.

[muchmossymess]

Like they just did that and moved on

[haveihitanerve]

Hi, i love your writting, i think you are a talented writter, and would love if you tried making an idea i'd have for a while.

It starts simple, all the batkids for some reason or another are angry with Bruce feeling he dosent appreciate them, having doutes of his love for them as his children and not only soldiers in his mission, for the trama they get hit with some magic figthing a villain that manifest younger versions of the vigilantes, of a simpler time were they knew Batman loved them and they see as Bruce reacts the same as always, that as they grew older they forgot how was been love for him whas like that he never stopedd, maybe he does something with the younger versions that the older ones as him to stop, i want the childhood nostalgia the love of there father never faiding, only them forgetting it's meaning.

If you can't write this its okay i appreciate all the things you publish, thank you for your time, have a wonderfull day.

okay so firstly 😭😭😭 thank you so much💗💗💗

secondly- (okay so this is an edit, i finished writing it a second ago, i did tweak your thing just ever so slightly where instead of the thing making them younger and remembering all that stuff, i had a sort of Adam's Project thing going on where I had them meet their younger selves, i hope that's okay 🙃also i only did Dick Jason and Steph😅because i feel like they're the most filled with those doubts [if you dont consider steph to be one of his, then i suggest just skipping that one also 😅]) {also to clarify- Jason is Adult Jason, Lil J is younger version Jason, RD or Robin Dick is younger version Dick, and RS is Robin Steph, young version Steph}

"Oh that's not good."

The words came from Dick. Jason spun, assessing his older brothers words of warning. The man they were fighting, well, the lead man they were fighting, there were quite a few other men around who also packed some punches, had pulled out some ancient ray gun wand type of thing. "Fuck." He drew out the curse, letting it drop off. "Language." Bruce intoned immediately, voice not even strained as he took on three goons. "Shut up." Jason growled back, falling back alongside Dick and Steph to regroup.

"What do we do?" Steph asked, eyes scanning the glowing orb at the head of the stick, narrowed and analytical. "You're the one who always comes up with the plans." Jason snapped back. "Be nice." Dick interceded quickly before it could become an interfamilial fight instead of vigilantes versus goons. "Try and finish the others and don't engage." Bruce ordered, as always, butting in. "Copy." Dick sighed with a nod at them, first to follow orders even though he was a full ass adult now, and peeled off of the wall, flipping back into the fray.

Steph gave Jason a look and followed suit, tumbling down backwards. Jason rolled his eyes, and just jumped, slamming his fist into a nearby goons face. It felt good to release his pent up angry energy, felt good to pummel something.

He was pissed at Bruce. He was always pissed at Bruce, really, but now he was especially. The man just didn't know when to stop the mission and focus on his kids. Let them focus on the mission. He was always barking orders, growling at them to follow them, and never followed them himself.

Like now, for instance, and Jason groaned as Bruce, predictably, approached the man with the suspicious magical artifact, a direct rebuttal of his order "do not engage."

"Do as I say not as I do, huh?" Dick called his way, and while Jason did mock his brother for being "daddy's little boy", he did appreciate how quick Dick moved to critique him. Bruce grunted something that might have been the affirmative back, and continued forward, uncaring of the hypocrisy. The man lifted his gun. "Dad wait-" Dick called, reaching for him, but Jason snagged his arm. Steph pulled him back. Wrong move. The man spun, and Jason had just enough time to see the horror in Bruce's eyes before everything went black.

"Who are you?" Jason scrambled backwards, springing to his feet. Blue eyes blinked at him owlishly. "Who are you?" The kid repeated, and Jason began to get very ill. "Who are you?" Young Jason repeated a final time, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Jason threw up.

"So you're from the future." It wasn't really a question, but Jason nodded anyway, accepting the washcloth from younger him with a quick "thanks". Little him cocked his head and frowned. He had been given the barest details, just enough to stop his suspicions and prevent him from calling Bruce.

"You don't like B very much right now, do you?" Jason ran a hand through his hair. "To be fair I don't like him very much at any time, so..' He shrugged. Little him cocked his head. "Why not?" Jason shrugged again. "Its a cumulation of things really. He doesn't love me. Always focuses on the mission over his kids. Has to be in charge constantly. I mean," He scoffed. "Its not like I care, you know? That ship had sailed for me, sorry kid," He winced apologetically. "But he should at least try for the new ones."

Little J examined him critically for a second, then spoke. "I don't believe you." Jason snorted. "I don't expect you too. Sorry kiddo, but you'll see. One day." Lil Jason shook his head. "No. No you're wrong." Jason cocked his head, leaning against the desk. "Oh really?"

Little Jason nodded. "Yeah. I think... I think you don't want to see it anymore. Because you're older. Because you're mad at him. And so I think I remember stuff that you maybe don't." Jason swallowed, dropping his hands to rest on either side of him. "Yeah? Like what?" Lil J seemed to consider for a second before answering.

"Like how he tucks us in. Every night after patrol. It doesn't matter how tired he is, how much he would rather go take a shower and pass out in his own bed, every night, he carries me upstairs, tucks me in, makes sure my night light is on, and even asks if I want a bedtime story. No matter what." Little Jason was staring off, just past Jason, lost in the memories.

"Or that day that he stayed home with us, instead of going on patrol, because we were sick. He didn't have to. But he did. And he watched trashy TV with us, and ordered us food. And spent the whole day with us."

Jason swallowed. He had forgotten about that. "Yeah?" He challenged, his voice more scratchy than he would have liked. "What else do you remember?"

"Hello." Dick opened his eyes slowly, only years of training under the Bat keeping his face steady as two very familiar blue eyes blinked back at him. The eyes he saw every morning in the mirror. Robin Dick Grayson offered him a toothy grin. "Welcome to the year 1982. You've been Robin for four years. How goes the future?"

Dick propped himself up onto his elbows, forcing his younger self to stand upright and take a step back. "Aware of who I am huh?" He asked, accepting the water bottle and granola bar Robin Dick handed him. "Uh-huh." RD smiled. "Figured it out all on my own too. Didn't even need Brushe." Dick winced. He had forgotten about that little lisp he'd had when he was 12.

"Does uh, does Bruce know I'm here?" He asked casually. Clearly his acting skills needed work because RD did not seemed convinced that it was casual. "Do you want him to know?" He asked back just as casually. Dick smiled in relief. "No. Thanks." RD shrugged. "He doeshn't need to know everythig." "He thinks he does." Dick muttered with a wince, pushing himself into a chair.

Wrong thing to say. Robin Dick examined him critically. "No. He doeshn't." He said it like a fact, like it was just common knowledge that Dick was supposed to know. Well, if this was his younger self maybe he was supposed to know it. Maybe he had. Once. "He likesh to." RD admitted, leaning against his bed. "But he doesn't have to." "Oh yeah?" Dick challenged, tilting his head up. "Give me one example."

Robin Dick considered that for a second, and Dick was about to crow "ha I knew it", but RD beat him to speaking. "Like the time we meshed up that job in Crime Alley." Dick's blood went cold. He remembered that night. "You mean when he sent me to bed without dinner and benched me from being Robin?" The words were out before he could stop them.

Young Dick looked at him with a mixture of concern and disgust. "That'sh not what happened at all." He shook his head, elaborating before Dick could tell him to. "I was sho scared when B arrived. So shcared. But he asked if I was alright, and if I had shaved everyone." Young Dick swallowed, face turning pale. "I told him yesh, and that was it. He dropped it. Helped me finish up, and we went home. I know he wash dying to know. But he didn't ashk. Just left it alone."

RD cheek's hollowed as he inhaled. "And he made me dinner. Alfred wash gone with some of his veteran friends. But I wasn't hungry. He said okay, kissed my forehead, and let me go to bed." Dick shook his head, but... it wasn't untrue, what the kid was saying. "And I benched myself for a week afterwards. I just... wasn't ready." RD eyes refocused, and he looked at Dick. "He loves me. Us." And he said it with such finality... that Dick nodded.

"I thought I'd be taller." Steph jerked up, squinting against the bright light. "What?" "Tal-ler." The girl in front of her sounded out the syllables, tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth as she cut up a magazine. Steph knew that voice. And that hair. And everything.

"You?" She asked, wincing. "Believe me I ain't too pleased with it either." Her younger self answered, pulling out some glue. Steph rubbed her side, propping herself up on the bed and looking down to where her younger self sat on the floor. "Its... exactly how its in the manor now." Her younger self glanced up. "O' course it is." She shook her head, ponytail slapping back and forth. "Why would you e'er change it?"

Steph fought her wince at her old Gotham drawl. It wasn't that she didn't have it anymore, it was just that she had learned to cover it up better. It wasn't as loud. "So why're you here?" RS asked, holding up the large bright purple sheet of paper she was cutting and pasting on, eyeing it critically.

"I don't know." Steph admitted, rubbing her arms. "It just sort of... happened. I mean, it wasn't supposed to be me, it was supposed to be Bruce-" RS's head jerked up abruptly. "You mean he wadn't there??" Steph shrugged. "Well... he was. He just, didn't get there in time." RS scoffed. Steph scowled. "What is that so hard to believe?"

RS nodded, as though that was an easy true/false question. "Yeah." She answered before Steph could dwell too long on it. "It ees. He's always there for me." She shot Steph a glare, like it was her fault Bruce hadn't moved faster.

"No he's not." Steph snapped back. "He's never there for you and that's why it never works out!" She slammed a hand to her mouth. Conversing with her past self was one thing, revealing her future was another. But Young Steph didn't seem concerned, continuing her cutting like her older self hadn't said anything. At Steph's look she sighed, setting down her work. "Well you're still wit 'im now aren't cha?" Steph gave an odd little head bop. "So it does work out."

She went back to her work like nothing had occurred. "You are a strange one." Steph murmured quietly. RS sent her a grin. "Of course. Birds of a feather bats of a cave y'know. Us crazies gotta stick together." Steph laughed, wondering if she'd ever told Bruce he was crazy to his face. To be honest, she probably had. Young Steph held up her concoction, displaying a bright purple sign with big blocky cut out letters and pictures "HAPPY BIRTHDAY B-MAN, I MEAN BRUCE!" Steph laughed.

"Any suggestions?" RS asked, smiling at the laugh of approval. Steph dug around in her pocket, pulling out a little corked bottle that Bruce had once gifted her. She'd never used it before. "Glitter."

When they all tumbled back into their universe they landed in the cave, thankfully, and Bruce was hunched over the computer, fingers flying. "Uh," Dick scratched the back of his neck, looking at the other two. "Meet anyone new?" He guessed. "Someone old." Steph returned. "Someone I haven't spoken too in a while." Jason nodded his agreement. Dick smiled. "Me too. Good?" The word was loaded, tentative and searching. Steph looked at Jason, and both nodded. "Yeah. Good."

"Go away. I'm not eating. Not until they're back." Bruce grunted at them, eyes trained on the screen. Jason smirked. "Well gee old man, guess you can eat now." Bruce's fingers stilled. Steph almost laughed at the sudden change, the rapid fire speed suddenly stopped like a comic.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned towards them, like this had happened before and they'd vanished. "How long were we gone?" Dick asked, ever the practical one. He didn't have time to react before Bruce's arms were around him, crushing him to his chest. "Too long." the man murmured. Steph poked Jason in the arm, pointing at the calendar, then the clock. Three hours. Not even a full day.

Jason didn't even manage to give a reacting before he was in Bruce's arms too. "How could I ever forget?" He muttered, to himself, and Dick frowned, before understanding crossed his features. Steph blew out a breath, waiting for Bruce to let go so that she could give her update and leave, but the Bruce was hugging her too, and... yeah. How could she ever have forgotten?

TYSM and I hope i did your idea justice 💗💗💗🫡

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[moeblob]

Impulsively shoving a guy's hand in your mouth after having the thought "oh just like when my little sister used to prick herself on a rose thorn" and then immediately being treated like a pet who ate something they shouldn't have? Wonderful. Thank you, Thane.

(also not pictured is Thane apparently trying to scrape your tongue with his hand BEFORE pouring the holy water down your throat because NO. BAD.)

[scruncheduppaper]

i love stanford pines can we please get an amen in the chat