#UGGHHH

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Ras creates an evil clone of Tim Drake for whatever reason and after he trains it it runs off and none of his assasins can find him.

Ras isn't too concerned because he specifically made this clone in a way that it would start to fall apart after three years and he fully expected the clone to come crawling back when that happened.

Except, the clone never came back. If fact no one heard anything from or about him since he ran into this forest three years ago and never left. His men searched that forest countless times and deployed his greatest trackers. They all said the same thing, his trail stops dead in a small grotto. There was no where he could have gone.

Its like he just vanished.

The evil clone turned out to have stumbled apon a natural portal and decided he was screwed if he stayed so why not take a chance. He could probably fight his way out of hell. Probably. The angry swarm of Assasins after him was probably going to be its own form of hell anyway, so why not. He jumped through.

The other side of the portal was not hell, thankfully. It was a small city in Illinois...for some reason. He began to patrol the city in his altered Red Robin Costume, looking for the basic necessities when he stumbles across Phantom who was in the middle of finally being captured by the Fenton parents.

Danny could do nothing as his parents were quickly killed in front of him. When he was freed from his restraints he didn't attack the other teen, he didn't get angry or yell. He cried and thanked him then cried harder.

The clone really didn't know what to do in this situation and just awkwardly comforted the ghost. Danny dragged this guy home when he found out he didn't have a place to stay. Clone Tim was planning on using the hero for a while before bouncing but all this plans changed when he saw what Phantom could do. That kind of power would be owned and controlled by someone eventually, whether it be the League of Assasins or the Justice League it was all the same. So why not him?

Danny was easy to manipulate, his sister not so much. Once he started pointing out that he was protecting Danny from people who would hurt him she became swayed.

He disliked Sam. She reminded him too much of Jason and Damian, or more accurately, a fusion of the two. The horror.

He genuinely liked Tucker, he was carefree and true to himself. Plus who was he to turn down an assistant for creating tech. He had discovered he was no longer in his own universe and the JL and LOA didn't exist here.

Tim Drake didn't exist here.

He was free.

The clone almost cried. He was Tim here. The real Tim. The only Tim. No one to prove he's better than. No one to the "the evil clone" of. Just Tim.

He was going to make the universe regret that. Starting by dating the ridiculously cute and over-powered boy that he most definitely is not in love with. No siree its just him using someone. His heart definitely isn't pounding in his chest right now as he asks him out. Nope. He definitely isn't super giddy when he says yes and kisses him. Haha that only something someone in love would do.

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Crap.

-meanwhile in Batmans universe-

Ras casually explains he created an evil clone of Tim and its out there somewhere and its failsafe has somehow been destroyed. (Thank you Danny)

Tim freaks out and the batfam investigate. They do eventually open a portal into Amity Park where Evil Tim immediately tells them to frick off. So much chaos ensues

[brionnnne]

[Until the Trashiest Boy Toy Exorcist Ren-kun Crushes Me in His Embrace]

[nellycanwrite]

🌟 surprise us :)

MYEHEHEHEHE

DID YOU KNOW?

A Request was only supposed to be a two-part series.

In Part 2: An Order, Princess!Reader was supposed to die by the hands of Nakia in those caves. Her order was heard in the witness of Namor, Attuma, and Namora before she took her last breath, hence why the war between Talokan and Wakanda ensued.

I scrapped the initial idea because of two reasons;

a.) A death of a Talokanil royal, especially one that was as beloved as Princess!Reader and literally the heir to both the throne and K'uk'ulkan's divine reputation would cause a much more catastrophic war if we follow the flow of what could happen in canon.

Namor will not yield to Shuri for the death of his daughter and would rather stay blinded with grief, anger, and revenge. Namor would also most likely kill Shuri on the spot during their first war confrontation with the queen while demanding for Nakia and Riri be brought to him for their crimes against Talokan's throne.

b.) A much better idea struck me while writing and it would require three parts for me to finish. Princess!Reader's life must be guaranteed to ensure that this new idea would come into fruition >:DD!!

To add a bit of fluff: Attuma would often intimidate men who liked reader without her knowing. If you're wondering why no one had even dared ask for reader's hand, it's not because of Namor. It's because Attuma will literally beat them the fuck up if they even expressed so much as an interest to court reader.

And now you know MYEHEHEHE

[ladycibia]

((this is one of those days where I basically had only a few minutes for myself and I’m feeling so empty right now))

[junijupi]

more red son doodles because im art blocked

[skzsauce01]

unSpoken

Description: Y/N is given two months to live. The one thing left on her bucket list? To get married.

Warning: cancer, death

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: fem!reader x Kim Seungmin

“We’re looking at two months.”

“Two months?” Seungmin repeats, squeezing your arm just a little tighter. “But it was just a cough!”

“I’m sorry,” the doctor consoles. He looks between the two of you and says, “I’ll give you some privacy” before walking out of the room.

You stare straight ahead, unsure what to do. Cancer. The word sounds so surreal. You never smoked or over-drank. You exercised and lived a healthy lifestyle, so how did this happen?

“Y/N…” Seungmin calls gently.

You turn your head towards him and smile. “Seungmin, I’ll be ok—”

“No, you won’t,” he cuts you off. “I’ve been your best friend for years. You can’t lie to me.”

You look down at your hands, twiddling your fingers. “Well, this certainly does suck, doesn’t it? I’m sorry I’ll be leaving you alone.”

“This isn’t about me,” he reminds you.

You return your gaze onto him. “It’s just easier when it’s not about me. Thinking about all the things I haven’t done and will never do— what’s the good in that?” You hear your voice breaking. “I’ll never own a home or collect my retirement funds. Heck, I’ll never even get married.” You laugh dryly. “You know how I’ve always wanted a family of my own.”

He nods. He knows this well. He remembers how you grew up jumping from foster home to foster home. He remembers how you’d come over to his house on Fridays whenever you ended back in his neighborhood and how you’d smile just a little bit more when his father came home and gave his mother a peck on the cheek. He remembers all the boys he had to scare off for you in college because you were so desperate, you couldn’t tell that they were toxic. You are so willing to love, yet life has been nothing but cold to you. And now it has decided to end it all in two months.

“Tomorrow…” he begins slowly, “after your discharge, let’s go to the mall and pick out some rings and a dress. There’s a little chapel on the boulevard. I think it’ll work.”

You blink at him. “But whom would I marry?”

He blinks back at you. “Me, of course.”

“Seungmin, I can’t ask for something as serious as this.”

“Let me do this for you. Please.” He takes your hands and looks you in the eyes. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

It was simple; there’s not much to be expected of a wedding planned in one afternoon after all. Still, it was sweet and more than you could have asked for. Seungmin bought you an elegant bouquet and picked you up in a Cadillac, all which you thought was a bit much to be spending on memories that will be buried in the ground in a few weeks. Nonetheless, it was beautiful and filled your chest with a warmth not unfamiliar to you whenever you are with Seungmin.

“I pronounce you man and wife,” announces the priest.

The few friends who managed to come on such short notice cheer and applaud as Seungmin leans over to kiss your cheek. When he straightens up again, there’s a smile on his face as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“Here,” he says, taking your hand and putting the object into it.

“What’s this?” You open your palm and see a set of silver keys on it.

“Access to your own home,” he answers. “We’re married now, so my house is yours too. Not sure what I can do about your retirement funds though.”

You don’t even catch the last part of what he says as you smile widely and engulf him in your arms.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” you begin to cry.

After overcoming his initial shock, he too brings his arms around your waist. He knows you aren’t thanking him for the keys or even for marrying you; you are thanking him for loving you, for placing your interests before his and for being by your side up to the last moments.

“Thank you,” he whispers back. “For letting me love you.”

For a month, you and Seungmin tried to keep normalcy as much as you could. You two went to work as usual and came home to watch a movie or bake cookies together. Sure, Seungmin would make flirtatious comments or randomly hug you from behind every once in a while, but otherwise, the only thing that changed is your living arrangement. As such, the two of you were almost surprised to receive a call from the hospital asking you to come back four weeks later. There’s a new treatment, the doctor informs you, and you might have a chance to survive.

“It has an 80% success rate in trials, and the surgeon who developed the technique will be flying in to perform the surgery personally.”

“And if it works?” you ask.

“Then you’ll live. Cancer free.”

Seungmin’s hand tightens around yours as he beams, leaning closer over the phone.

“But,” the doctor continues, “because of the positioning of your mass and the nature of this procedure, we will have to perform a laryngectomy.”

“So I won’t be able to talk again.”

“But you’ll live.”

You look at Seungmin, and he nods at you, his lips now pursed into a line.

“It’s your best option,” the doctor urges again.

You squeeze your eyes closed. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

You feel a thumb stroking the back of your hand and hear the doctor shuffling some paper around, assumably your consent form.

“You’re making the right decision,” the doctor assures you. “The specialist will be in on Friday, so we will need to check you in Thursday afternoon.”

Cancer didn't change your life, but this certainly did. Suddenly, you and Seungmin both take an extended leave from your jobs and are thrown into a plethora of sign language curriculums. Between that and calling everyone you know one last time, you barely have time to eat, and if you weren’t living with Seungmin, you very well might have died of starvation before your cancer could kill you.

‘Dinner,’ he signs to you. Your last meal before having to fast for the surgery.

‘Thank you,’ you sign back.

He shakes his head and retracts the plate of bibimbap as you reach for it. “You should speak. At least for today. I want to hear your voice for as long as I can.”

“Alright,” you chuckle. “Thank you very much for the fine dinner, Kim Seungmin.”

He laughs along at your exaggerated sentence before replacing your KSL textbook with the plate and taking a seat beside you. ‘How are you feeling?’

“Okay. A little nervous, but at least now there’s hope, right?”

‘Yeah.’

You bite your lip. “Or it could go horribly wrong and I’ll lose the one month I have left.”

“Y/N,” he warns vocally.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop.” 

A silence falls over the room as you chew on your food.

“Seungmin.”

‘Yeah?’

“Do you want a divorce?”

You can hear his jaw hit the ground. “What the—”

“I mean, you agreed to a two-month marriage, but if I survive this—”

“When you survive this.”

“When I come out of the surgery, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

“I’d want nothing more,” he says firmly. “So don’t ever—unless you want to split?”

“I don’t. You’re my best friend.”

He nods. “Then don’t ever mention it again.”

You remember the moment you woke up. The first thought you had was that you’ve got to tell Seungmin. The second thought that crossed your mind came after your vision returned was ‘there he is.’ Asleep on his arms beside your bed, hand around yours, he almost looks like a real husband.

You remember the doctor walking in at that moment. He stumbled a little, surprised to see you awake. You raised a finger to your lips, bonking your nose with the oximeter in the process, and indicated towards the sleeping figure.

The doctor smiled and nodded. “Are you feeling alright?” he whispered.

You nodded, and he began your general checkup.

“The tumor’s all gone,” he informed you. “We’re going to keep you here for two more days, but otherwise, you’re going to live a nice, long life with your husband.”

That was a month ago. The month following the surgery has been rough to say the least. You and Seungmin are often frustrated, and although you both know deep down it isn’t with each other, you often take it out on each other. Communication is just so hard. Sure, the surgeon gave you prosthetic vocal cords, but even with them, it is so hard and takes so long to talk. Between that and your broken sign language, patience slowly became a scarce commodity. You aren’t feeling like you’re being heard, and Seungmin’s finding his efforts to understand you fruitless.

But communication isn’t the only problem, though it certainly exacerbates another one. You are in a weird position where you are his wife but also just a friend. You aren’t sure where you stand in his eyes nor what you can expect from him. Unmet expectations and chiding yourself for even having any is driving you to your wit’s end. It also doesn’t help that day by day, you grow less and less sure where he stands in your eyes either. You’re confused by the twinge in your stomach every time he brings you coffee in the morning and the pang in your heart when he lays down on his side of the bed at night, never crossing over to yours.

Today is one of those days. You want to return to work, but Seungmin is adamant that you have yet to fully recover. You feel guilty imposing on him financially so much, and he can’t understand why you won’t just rely on him.

“I’m your husband!” he argues.

‘Don’t you think I feel bad binding you to that responsibility?’ you sign back, in tears.

He stares at you after that, bewildered. A moment later, he drops his head so you can’t see his eyes and turns for the bedroom without another word.

You slump onto the kitchen chair furiously rubbing tears from your vision. You feel bad of course, but you are scared. Is he sick of you by now? He has to be. After all, you’ve been nothing but a frustration this past month. At least if you put food on the table, he would have one less reason to want to divorce you. Of course, you know Seungmin would never leave you, but he might silently wish he could, and that makes you feel even worse.

You sniffle, drawing your hand roughly across your eyes. In your split second of visual acuity, you see something glimmer under the light where Seungmin had stood. It catches your attention and upon closer inspection, you realize what it is: a tear. A tear? But why would it be there? Seungmin may feel responsible to support you, but you refusing his help shouldn’t undermine him to the point of tears. Unless, you realize, it isn't the subject of the argument that made him cry. 

You recall the last thing you expressed before he ran to the bedroom. You recall how he looked at you, hurt and confused. You’ve seen that look once a month ago when you suggested he divorce you. You thought he was offended by your questioning his loyalty as your best friend. In fact, you thought the same thing when he gave you that look again tonight, but Seungmin wouldn’t cry because of that. So then, what would explain the tear on the ground?

And then it hits you.

Suddenly, the things that confuse you become clear. Your frustration melts into understanding and you realize his intentions. At once, your tears dry and your heart feels light.

You immediately stand up. You practically run to the bedroom and find Seungmin already sitting among the sheets.

He looks up when he hears you enter. ‘Come to bed,’ he signs wearily. ‘We can discuss this again tomorrow.’ He goes back to arranging the blankets but looks up once more when he realizes you haven’t climbed in. “Y/N?”

You pull out your phone and walk over to his side of the mattress. He had you record yourself saying random things before you lost your voice, but there is one file he doesn’t know you recorded on your own.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, perplexed by the sudden determination in your stride.

‘Kim Seungmin,’ you sign. You max the volume on your phone and press play. “I love you.”

~ ad.gold

[cassketti]

Blood/vommit(?????)/eyestrain warning

Blood/vommit(?????)/eyestrain warning

Here comes the gordol I got four games total ur games suck balls ya they suck on my scrotal smach u open like a vending meachine full of soda ay barney arent u behind on ur beating quota??👊👊AND LITTLE ADRIAN IM CUMMING IN UR MOM!!!! Call me gman I’m activating rap bomb 💥💥💥 best arsenal gloun gun and tau cannon im the one freeman. U guys rnt even cannon!!!

[monochrome-cropcrown]

even if someday consuming alcohol is allowed in Islam, I don't think I want to get near it.

It's barely a Starbucks Signature Chocolate with Whipped cream and I'm already high af...

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MS HAILEE STEINFELD

hOW DARE YOU

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[delectable-love]

anyone tune into Mariah’s twt space for #Butterfly25?

[echosong971]

really wanted draw but i guess my hands had other plans >:\

[marvelouslyalwaysme]

I'm fighting the hardest battle right now.

Trying to decide if I should just say fuck it and watch another episode of Young Royals or go to sleep cause it's midnight and I have to wake up a 6am

[meanya]

Brain: Pssst... :)... heey sweetie, time to wake up

Me: wh.. huh, what??

Brain: good morning :)

Me: but my alarm hasn't... what time is it... 🤳 Jesus it's 5am I don't have to be up for a few more hours

Brain: good morning :) time to wake up

Me: No... no not yet I'm tired

Brain: good :) morning :) time to wake up :)

[a-v-j]

Shard's Backstory

In this story, Undyne is a mob leader in a city where it's all survival of the fittest.

Shard, on the other hand, just wants to do all means to survive.

Although he's one of the bad guys, he tries his best to help those in need as much as he could by stealing from Undyne behind her back. One day, his so-called act of kindness was discovered by Alphys which she later then used to blackmail Shard into giving in to her advances which he denied her.

Unable to accept rejection, Alphys tattled Shard and lied that he's going to expose Undyne's bankruptcy as well. Hurting the business is one thing but trying to ruin everything she worked hard for is another. So as punishment, they beat him up and stripped him of his magic energy to replace those he stole. He managed to escape before they completely drain him and from that day, he swore revenge and to ripped Alphy's tongue off and feed it to her.

To begin his revenge, he joins Undyne's rival group which was Nightmare's and offered vital information that they'd use against her, all under the disguised that he's was once a victim of Undyne's group without telling them he was a member 'cause Night wont take chances of letting him in, in suspicion that he might be a spy.

They were successful in infiltrating Undyne's base and almost killing her when Alphys yet again intervened and used her deceitful mouth. She told them that Shard was a member of their group and lied that they intentionally sent him to extract information on Nightmare and she has recorded footage to use as evidence against Nightmare, much to the NM's shock. In truth, they've actually been watching Shard to keep track of him and coincidentally gained a counterattack to his vengeance he was planning.

Nightmare was not pleased of being lied to and being used as a mean of revenge for Shard's personal gain. He know the other already knows too much and simply maiming him wasnt the answer so he finished him off.

They were confused why Shard wasnt dusting. Little do they know, the eye that Undyne extracted was keeping him alive. Nightmare couldnt be bothered and just ordered his men to just toss the body someplace it'll never see daylight again. And of course, his minions could be buffoons.

The next day, a local farmer was just enjoying his usual hobby of fishing when something in the water caught his eye drifting closer.

And that's how they met. The End

Shard had lost some memories, he remembers what happened but cant recall the people that did it to him.

Undertale (c) TobyFox

Horror!Sans (c) Sourapplestudios

Farmer!Sans (c) Beloved unknown owner

Nightmare (c) Jokublog

Cross (c) Jakei

Killer (c) Rahafwabas

Dust (c) Dusttale official

Error (c) Thecrayonqueen/loverofpiggies

Concepts of Shard and Crofter (c) Me

Interested in a commission?

[wellthatschaotic]

you'd think as a shapeshifter i'd feel more comfortable in this body and Yet

[sailforvalinor]

Me: “Hmmm, I’m bored, Little Men (1999) is on Amazon Prime, I’ll watch that—“

Little Men (1999), in its first five minutes: “Both John Brooke AND Fritz are dead, Jo doesn’t have a personality, she only has one son, some random new love interest shows up for her a single MONTH after Fritz’s death, Franz and Emil aren’t brothers for some reason, Demi and Daisy erasure, Nat’s first line is something really weird about his violin playing making his pumpkins grow, Tommy doesn’t seem remotely chaotic—“

Me, shutting off my tv: “—GET OUT OF MY HOUSE”