#a little bugger!!!

[daily-pat]

Oh, hey, thanks @internallyvomited! I'll label him right now!

Aaannnnnd there! He's got a little name tag for further studying!

What? What do you mean you don't like it? That's your name, isn't it?

Oh dear... I think I may have upset this little bugger... Anyone got any advice here?

[randomisedmongoose]

My nayme is bird And wen it's Yule And Swedish snow Lies cold and cruel I look for seeds With many friends But food is scarce Where flock descends

But then we hear Of ancient rite We leave the trees We all take flight If fire not Its end promote? We do the deed. We eat the goat.

[nopickls]

THE TERROR + FIRST/LAST APPEARANCES

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[optimizim]

sitting around thinking about pretending to be human?

[teisubrainrot]

@nochangeintheplan [design credit ofc] wanted more Creature content and I’m happy to oblige u_u

Eso come get your ungulate son he’s shedding both fur and scales

[astrmastr]

whaat if i told u there was a mythical creature called,... the Sanakiwa

theyre little seal spirit thingies that look kinda like baby penguins an use this appearance to live amongst a flock of penguins an get free food an warmth!

bUT they are actually old and wise little fae creatures that carry a lot of life secrets to them. Finding one is like searching for a four leaf clover in an ice storm buT should you come across one and offer it something (typically food or hot cocoa or a fire) itll leave you with wisdom so profound youll be forever changed

like. where you lost your left sock. or grannys secret cookie recipe kinda wisdom

go find one today

[starry-bi-sky]

Thinking about Rath and how other ghosts react to him. Unlike Dan, who's ruthless and cruel, tormenting the other ghosts for no other reason than he could, Rath just wants his family back; and he HATES that you aren't his family. Do other ghosts realize that Rath is in a Banshee Grief Spiral? Do they care with how powerful he ends up being? How does CFAU!Danny deal with Rath? Because unlike Dan, Rath wouldn't travel back in time to bring about his own future. If anything, he'd go back to PROTECT his loved ones.

Also I loved your tags going into how Danny doesn't blame Bruce for his friends death, and why he's going to kill the Joker personally. It was a great read.

its hard not to tell that Rath is going through a Banshee Grief Spiral asdfjh. Any ghost who sees him can take one look and go: oh yeah, that kid is going THROUGH it. And then they beeline the other way because Banshees can be vicious when they're Going Through The Horrors, because their perception of reality and the world around them gets warped by their grief. And the thing with the CFAU brand of Banshees is that they do eventually learn how to get themselves out of their own Spirals. It's something they learn how to do over time and (somewhat) naturally, as well as make bonds with other ghosts who can also help them get out of those Spirals if the banshee themself cannot for some reason or another.

Basically they build up their own support system and learn how to regulate their grief so it's not consuming them. Rath had that support system... in Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and his parents (albeit they didn't know he was a banshee). And finding Jason again helped soothe some of that grief -- not all of it, mind you, but it made it a little more manageable.

...And then it all got ripped away from him in the span of a week. 😬 yikes. Rath was going through a Spiral while he was with Vlad, and was desperately (and somewhat failing) to manage it all on his own. Vlad could've become a part of his new support system,... but didn't. He wasn't helping Danny with his grief. And the whole "ripping out his ghost half thing" only made it worse, and was a tipping point for poor Rath.

Another thing about CFAU Banshees is that human-born banshees tend to already be pretty... rare all on their own. Most Banshees are formed in the Zone, by the Zone, from the Zone. They're pre-programmed to learn how to handle that all-consuming grief and sorrow because it's something they're born with. Like someone born with chronic pain. Human-born banshees have to adjust, and it can be pretty... maddening all on its own. Which is where the support system can help a lot.

Where was I going with this beyond just info-dumping about CFAU Banshees? Ah, right. Absolutely the other ghosts care about Rath being in a grief spiral considering how powerful he is. But there's very little they can actually do about it, other than be relieved that he's left the Zone (he left when he couldn't find his family), and was out terrorizing the living realm instead. It's difficult to get close to Rath even if you're a ghost, and he's not going to listen to anything they say regardless.

They'd be very terrified of Danny until they realize that he's not Rath -- and they'd be able to tell pretty quickly after the initial terror passes. Phantom looks like,,, well; Phantom. Rath looks like a cross from Danny's childhood in Gotham (oversized, ragged clothes hanging off a small, malnourished child) and Sadako Yamamura from The Ring (uneasy, shambling presence, face mostly covered by his hair.) Rath's Future is an Apocalypse much like how The Quiet Place is an Apocalypse. Very quiet.

And I haven't quite figured out how CFAU!Danny deals with Rath, although you are right in that Rath would try and prevent his future and protect his loved ones. ...If he was lucid.

The version of Rath that Danny meets has very little grasp on reality due to years of unchecked grief. I'm not even sure myself if Rath would be able to recognize Sam and Tucker and his family. Any living versions he may come across are either hallucinations or, even worse, imposters. And he'll attempt to attack either for their deception.

And even if he could recognize his family as alive and as him being in the past, he's still so mentally unstable that Rath would lash out at anyone if he perceived a threat against his family, or if he believed they were putting themselves in danger. He'd be very possessive and controlling, preventing them from going anywhere that wasn't under his careful watch. Anyone trying to get them away from him, he'd attack without mercy.

Ultimately, Danny would need to quickly stun Rath long enough to trap him in the thermos, before he can do any more damage. Only then can Rath's healing actually begin.

Also ty! I'm glad you liked my tags about Danny's feelings about Bruce and his motives behind killing the Joker. I thought it'd be a fun compare-contrast between Jason and Danny, as well as a good signifier for how much has changed between them both in the last five years.

[s-lycopersicum]

[monsterhunterthings]

This one's for the Tri-hards/3U fans lurking around. Which Shakalaka do you love more, Cha-Cha or Kayamba?

[kipowolfton]

Let him put it in his fridge 😤

you know I had to

[hushbats]

Shanks and Buggy? Oh, you mean my sons, Stinker and Bugger.

[no-tengo-ojos]

I lose hair pins like Arthur Lester loses loved ones (frequently and tragically)

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

HELLO EVERY !!

IT´S ME!!

[a charming charm, made by a @colliholly near you!]

[perpetualfox]

Hide and Seek - König x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Warnings: Dub-Con, Stalking, Manhandling, Creepy Behaviour

Wordcount: 1152

Had an incident at work where I got closed in a dark basement by accident. Sure wish a certain Austrian was there.

→The buzzing fluorescents hanging overhead flickered once and died, plunging you into near complete darkness. A strangled cry leapt from your throat—an undignified noise caught somewhere between indignant and frightened. There were no windows in the basement, but by a stroke of pure luck, you’d left the door open when you’d come in, and a shaft of light spilled in from the hallway.

→You stood, dusting off your knees and trying to orient yourself in the darkness. The light switch wasn’t far from the door, laying just beyond the dim halo of hall light. If you could make it there, surely you could just follow the wall until you reached it.

→Your fingers trailed against the edge of a shelving unit, keeping you steady and grounded in the pressing darkness. You hadn’t thought the lights were on a timer down here, but it seemed like the most likely explanation—it couldn’t be a blackout if the hall lights were still on. However, as you rounded the corner of the shelving unit, your heart jolted in your chest. A shadow was eclipsing your light—the door was closing.

→Someone must have wandered by, and thinking there was no one in the room, had turned out the lights and tried to close up.

→“Hey!” You called, hoping to catch the attention of whoever was out in the hall, “Hey! I’m working in here!”

→But there came no response, and the door banged shut, snuffing out the last of the light.

→You swore, fumbling in your pockets for your phone or your keys, whichever you could lay hands on first. You’d been trapped down here once before when the generators had failed—too afraid to move lest you knock into something and break it, or worse, yourself, you had sat in the dark for hours until the lights had flickered back to life. Unwilling to be caught out like that again, you had attached a little flashlight to your keychain. It wasn’t very powerful, but it would be enough to get you where you needed to go with your shins intact.

→As your fingers closed around the jagged metal of your keys, a soft sound caught your attention. Your head snapped toward it—you knew exactly what it was and where it had come from. Though the door had made an almighty bang when it had closed, the quiet snick of the lock turning frightened you far greater. The door did lock from both sides, but you hadn’t heard the rattle of keys against the door—and that sound, that sharp little click—the latch that made that sound was on your side.

→You weren’t alone. Not anymore.

→The back of your neck began to prickle with the sudden and terrible realization of your own vulnerability. An icy wash of fear flooded through you, tingling in your extremities like adrenaline. You were alone—adrift in an ocean of darkness, exposed on all sides. You strained against the shadows, looking and listening for any sign of movement in the blackness. But there was nothing.

→When at last, you felt the faint whisper of moving air against your skin, heard the near silent creak of a leather boot against the floor, it was already too late. You had time to register a single panicked thought—he’s behind me—before an arm, thick and hard as a metal bar seized about your chest. A gloved hand clamped down over your mouth, smothering your scream.

→You bit down, teeth sinking into the skin of the glove. The figure behind you—a man, you thought—grunted, and shoved you forward. The momentum carried you both forward, and you collided with a shelving until, the cold metal digging into your cheek. Your head buzzed with pain, your flesh singing where it had smashed against the metal.

→You struggled, kicking at the base of the shelf, trying to use it as a springboard, to propel yourself backwards to topple your attacker over. But it was no use. He was like a great wall of stone behind you, solid and unmoving. He let you struggle for a moment, seemingly enjoying the show, before jerking you backward. You stumbled back, unable to keep your footing as he dragged you along. You jabbed at him with your elbow, clipping him hard on the ribs, and earning a wheezing groan. You had barely a moment to bask in the triumph before he had swiped your legs from beneath you.

→He rode you to the ground, digging his knee hard into the knobs of your spine. You struggled, writhing in vain beneath his bulk as he bore down upon you, pressing you hard into the concrete.

→“Aww, Schatzi. Schatzi. You know I love it when you fight me,” His tone was simpering, dripping with a sweet cruelty that made your cheeks burn, “But that was just too easy.”

→You’d know that voice anywhere: the elongated vowels and clipped consonants, the thin, reedy growl beneath his words—König.

→His hands shook as they caressed the side of your face. His touch was so gentle, calloused fingers stroking over your cheek with such reverence, one might have thought you a holy relic—something so blessed he could hardly bear to touch it. His breath was coming hard, and you could feel it hot and wet against the back of your neck even though the damp cloth of his hood. He leaned forward, the rough fabric dragging against your skin as he kissed you. He did not remove the hood, but you could feel the arched bow of his lips through it all the same. It made you shudder.

→His gloved fingers slid down the column of your throat, catching around your clavicle and pressed down. Hard. You wriggled beneath him, your pathetic attempts to dislodge him dragging a rough laugh from is throat.

→“Ah-Ah.” He chided. “Hör auf damit, oder ich lasse dich nicht kommen”

→You bucked beneath him and surged forward, pressing his mouth against your ear, “I fucking said, ‘Stop that.’”

→He pressed his knee harder into your back, bone grinding against bone. You stilled, a hiss of pain on your lips.

→“There,” His finger stoked at your cheek, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

→You could feel the grin spread across his lips, beneath the hood. “Nun werde ich dich in den Boden Ficken, Schatzi. Ja?”

→He lowered his hips against your ass, grinding his cock against you and letting you feel just how much he liked it when struggled.

→“You’ll let me take you here on the filthy floor like a fucking slut, won’t you? Ja? Like a good Hase?’ He barked out a laugh, the vibrations of it jangling around in your ribcage. “Of course you will. Afterall,” His fingers closed around throat. You heard the jingle of his belt as he began to unbuckle it onehanded, “I caught you fair and square.”

Translations (Huge thank you to @habuu for correcting my grammar and phrasing):

→Schatzi - Little treasure/darling (condescending)

→Hör auf damit, oder ich lasse dich nicht kommen - Stop that now, or I won't let you cum

→Nun werde ich dich in den Boden Ficken, Schatzi. Ja? - Now. I want to fuck you into the floor, darling. Yes?

→Hase - Rabbit

[box-of-chaooos]

Roger on the pizza box raaah 🗣🗣🗣

[maribird444]

someone on twt has def brought this up before but im bringing it back