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[shadowtoons]

I haven’t drawn my boys in a while

Reworked on Cy, probably make a new design sheet for him!

[proofwhisky]

˗ˏˋ  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧  ˊˎ˗   ―   𝙳𝙲 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎.

DC COMICS VERSE. ― SUMMARY. Thomas Michael Shelby is a cutthroat politician, Founder & CEO of a successful import/export company known as Shelby Company International, & the leader of a well-known gang called the Peaky Blinders: a vicious, razor-wielding group of extremely loyal members that own and run the Coventry Dock in Gotham, controlling all of the ports associated with it as well as the import & export of illegal goods & the flow of money in & out of the city. They have politicians, police, & doctors in their pockets. There is not a single soul within a ten-mile radius of Coventry Dock that doesn't recognize the name Shelby.

Terrifying rumors circulate through the city about how the Blinders are led by a dead man who sold his soul & was resurrected in exchange for the power & intelligence required to take down the heroes of Gotham City ― especially Batman.

TW: suicide, torture, medical abuse, marginalization, mental illness.

DC COMICS VERSE. ― FULL. THOMAS SHELBY IS DEAD. That is what all of the official documents say. According to city records, Tommy Shelby, having been awarded a full-ride scholarship to Gotham City University ( GCU ), began attending school at 18. His grades were stellar & despite his social class & lower economic status, he proved himself to be as worthy of an Ivy League degree as even the richest of students. During his Junior year he met and fell in love with someone, but the relationship did not work out, & Tommy found himself in a severe depressive state. After several unsuccessful attempts by his counselor to offer him treatment solutions, he was sent to the nearby Arkham Asylum for a 72-hour suicide watch.

He'd been released from Arkham following this 72-hour hold, having been declared to no longer be a danger to himself or others. According to official records, Thomas Shelby proceeded to walk out of the front doors of the psychiatric hospital & promptly jump in front of a bus & end his own life at the tender age of 21. According to the coroner, the body was far too mutilated for an "open casket" funeral, & they cremated it, not taking into account the fact that Tommy & his family do not practice Christian burials  ―  they burn their dead.

The Shelby family burns a wagon with an empty bed inside; a wagon filled with Tommy's possessions & memories. They mourn him. They let him go. They get over it.

Meanwhile, Tommy spends almost two years rotting away in the underbelly of Arkham Asylum ― experimented on, manipulated, murdered. The boy that had gone in for a mental health crisis had never come back out again. At the time that Thomas was attending GCU, Arkham Asylum was in the habit of testing new psychiatric medications on otherwise healthy individuals in order to document their side effects.

Of course, testing on people is illegal. They only tested on lab mice, rats, a select number of orangutans &, undocumented human patients that they assumed would not be missed.

Some of the trial medications did nothing. Some of them caused horrible physical symptoms like liver and kidney damage. The worst ones, though, were the ones that made him hallucinate wildly; the ones that put him at the mercy of his own brain & made him stop trusting his own senses. Things he heard or saw or felt or smelled had an equal chance of being fake as they did of being real.    

Most of it is nothing but a vague, hazy memory. He remembers pain. He remembers fear. He remembers the names & faces of the doctors & nurses in whose charge he stayed. The thing he remembers most, though, is the other patients. The way they all prayed for the Batman to come save them, the shrines they erected in honor of their blessed heroes. & he remembers that those heroes never came. They existed merely to give false hope to the needy, & to bring those they deemed insane here, to be fed upon by the parasitic social structure. This observation planted a seed in his soul, which he diligently watered & nursed into full-blown hatred.

It didn't take long for Tommy to gain enough trust of an insecure doctor to pick their pocket & take their keycard. It took him a little longer to start learning the layout of the building; he'd leave for a few minutes each night, going a little farther each time, returning to his cell to mark the locations of guards & cameras & exits. He had no intention of breaking himself out; he just needed to find an office with a phone that dialed the outside world, then find someone who knew the passcode to do so. Altogether the process took a little over a year.

Once he'd contacted his family & relayed the plan to them, however, Tommy only had to wait for thirteen more days before a pipe bomb freed him & a number of other patients housed near him.

Upon his release, Thomas Shelby built quite the name for himself. With patience, skill, & strategy, he was able to take over the Coventry dock & all of its ports; the Peaky Blinders control all of the imports & exports & all of their respective profits. They have plenty of prominent cops, detectives, politicians, & doctors on their payroll. The name Thomas Shelby swiftly became synonymous with ruthless tactics, cunning plans, bold fearlessness, & razor blades.

Next, Tommy had become increasingly more involved in the local community, carefully curating a reputation for being dependable & altruistic. He made himself seen around town, greasing the right palms, remembering the right names & faces & small details they mentioned. People now know his name. They remember his face. Local business owners respect him for his willingness to assist them in small tasks & for his consistent patronage. Soon, Thomas was elected onto the boards of a few prominent businesses: hospitals, schools, non-profit organizations. He garnered notoriety for his strong leadership skills & successfully gained the reverence of the lower-class citizens among whom he dwells. Tommy is now considered a pillar of the community, genuinely respected & said to be reliable, intelligent, & philanthropic.

Once he's able to finance his campaign he begins to involve himself in the muddy world of politics. His face becomes commonplace in most homes as he begins to film & produce campaign ads, participate in interviews for newspapers & magazines & television shows, explaining that his agenda is to give a voice to those who have been silenced, to stand a fight for those whom Gotham has tried to quietly dispose of. He openly criticizes the platforms of other mainstream politicians and their methods, often using ruthless blackmail to manipulate his competitors behind the scenes.

After establishing his empire, many things become clear about his time spent in Arkham. He walks with stiff joints and uses a mobility aid more often than not ( he favors a cane ). His bones ache, especially in the cold. Most mornings he has a limp. His face is gaunt & hollow, his eyes haunted & filled with the kind of coldness that can only be earned, not faked. The severe claustrophobia is the worst of it all.

There are other things, too; much less explainable things.

He never loses a coin toss. His aim is consistently deadly. He has uncanny intuition ; sometimes he's even able to tell what someone is thinking, down to the very word. He has prophetic dreams. Polly calls it Luck Magic. Tommy thinks he can reasonably guess which chemical compound they'd shot into his veins had been the one to do it ; but he can never be sure. & anyway, it doesn't matter.

Either way, he's going to kill the Batman.

[criticalcrux]

AU Verse - Soul Eater (anime/manga)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

As a demon weapon, Grimmjow is one of the most potentially dangerous to wield. Exceedingly stubborn, borne of a rebellious nature and a strong-willed heart guided entirely by instinct, there are very few deemed Meisters having the capacity needed for compatibility along with the capability to link up a soul resonance with him. Resistant and self-destructive, he would go to any lengths and extremes necessary to avoid defeat, hell-bent on winning at any and all costs. Currently accompanying his Meister, Mishil Faheem( @divineslcyer ), Death Weapon Meister Academy's newest teacher.

Weapon form: Battle-worn Katana

Age: 21-26 [varies in timeline]

[More to be added. Work in progress. Some details prone to changes as time goes on.]

[acoldsovereign]

tag drop (au edition)

[meandtheyeehaws]

they are friends they are friends they are friends

[fanaticalthings]

the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol

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[irlplasticlamb]

kazia parkerowska aka spider star is an 18 years old polish doomer art student who got bitten by a radioactive spider and then convinced (khe khe forced) into a superhero role by her kooky hippie auntie majka. woohoo. nothing better than to save the world when you don’t give an absolute shit!

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[stealingpotatoes]

“Into the Luke-and-Leia-verse”...

Okay now I want more of this 🤣💕🥔

luckily for you i also want more so I'm using you as a very convincing excuse

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[yayan-dmenace]

:D felt like doing some idol verse lately

Just them hanging out randomly making a new song, they just chillin

Idol!verse belongs to @zucchiyeni

[nicolillies]

drarry spider-man au 🕸️

walk with me here, harry raised by wolfstar. draco is the mayor’s son who figures out pretty quickly that harry is spider-man.

[ellecdc]

New to Nesting

alpha!Remus Lupin x omega!bestfriend reader who nests for the very first time [2.2k words]

p2 to this post but can be read as a standalone

Prompt: Nesting-character A is building their first nest and is a bit overwhelmed and confused - their nest ends up being a bit...unconventional. Character B is still incredibly proud of course.

Remus had spent the majority of his life fighting against The Wolf, his lycanthropy, his nature; he resisted the deeper urges and instincts that threatened to take over at any given moment.

So when his best friend presented as an omega, prompting him to present as an alpha, he was once again ready to fight his instincts, his nature.

Sirius told him all he knew about alpha’s - the Black’s being a line of alpha’s until Sirius presented as a beta were the only examples of alpha’s he could go off of - and it’s understandable why Remus was so wary of giving into his nature, even if it meant getting to keep you.

He had no desire to give into the animalistic urge to claim you, to have you belong to him, to be subservient to him.

So you can imagine that it came as a huge surprise (and relief) for him to realise that being your alpha was not claiming you, it was not you belonging to him, and it was not you being subservient to him.

It was caring for you, valuing you, protecting you, and it was devoting himself body and soul to you.

So, you know, nothing had really changed since the two of you started dating. What he had already felt for you just became instinctual for him.

Being your alpha meant taking care of you, and so he did.

Though he admittedly didn’t feel like he was doing a very good job of it at the moment; mostly because you were pacing around the flat chewing your thumb - which was likely very close to bleeding at this point - and mumbling incoherently to yourself as you picked up and put back various items and then squirrelling back to the room before washing, rinsing, and repeating.

He’d asked you what you were up to a few times, to which you quickly waved him off. He’d asked if he could help you at all to which you quickly declined.

He was pretending to read when you came wandering back into the room, still muttering, still chewing on your thumb, still lovely and beautiful and his and fuck he loved you.

And it was because he loved you that when you ended up standing over him giving him your best doe eyes and asking if you could have the blanket he currently had over his lap, he simply pulled it off his lap and handed it to you instead of pointing out the fact that there was a free throw blanket folded nicely over the couch across the room.

He was rewarded for his sacrifice by way of a sweet kiss, though, so he wasn’t too bothered.

While you were back in the room - doing whatever you’d been doing - he summoned the other throw blanket over and continued in his reading.

But eventually he realised he couldn’t find his bookmark, so he stood and shook his (new) blanket out and put it aside before checking the cushions of the sofa to no avail.

He knew you had come back into the room, but you still managed to startle him when he turned to find you standing right behind him with his throw blanket held tentatively in your grasp.

“What are you doing, dovey?”

“Can I take this?” You asked in way of answering; tone soft and eyes large.

Remus began to speak but his words died on his tongue; he didn’t want to say no to you, but you’d also already taken one of the blankets from the living room. Were you cold? Were you getting sick? Should he light a fire? Should he call St. Mungos?

He didn’t know where to start, so all that managed to escape his lips was “do you know where my bookmark went?”

You wrung the blanket between your hands as you avoided eye contact with him. “I borrowed it.” You admitted in a whisper.

“Oh…okay…” Remus started slowly. “But…what will I use for my book?”

That had, apparently, been the wrong thing to say when your eyes welled with tears and you looked at him in devastation.

“I- I’m sorry.” You nearly sobbed, and Remus was quickly shaking his head.

“No! No no, it’s okay dovey, it’s alright. I’ll use a receipt.” And to punctuate that decision, he pulled a wad of receipts out of his trouser pocket to show you.

That, apparently, was a mistake too as you eyed them in interest. Thankfully he was able to convince you to let him keep one of them before you squirrelled away with the rest.

And then it hit him.

He ran to the kitchen to check the calendar on the wall that the two of you used to track each of your cycles as well as the moon - you were coming into heat.

And though he was accustomed to your heats by this point; this behaviour was very new.

You were nesting.

For the very first time, at that.

Remus felt his chest swell with pride and love, though tried to keep both at bay as he carefully tiptoed down the hall towards your shared bedroom.

He could hear a record - one of his favourites - playing quietly in the background before he made it to the doorway.

Both blankets you had stolen from Remus were hanging over the two side railings of your four poster bed frame - closing in the bed with only an opening at the foot of it not unlike a den.

You seemed to have tucked Remus’ receipts and bookmark in between two pillows, and he could spot a few of his jumpers, his towel from his shower this morning, the throw pillows from the couch he usually used as back support, a hair brush, a few socks, and… a fork?

“Baby.” He breathed out, causing you to turn on the spot and bring your thumb back up to your teeth. “What are you up to?”

You let out a pained breath from your nose as your eyes welled up again. “I don’t know.” You whispered.

“Are you making a nest?” He cooed, and you let out a wet sound.

“It’s bad.”

He found he couldn’t take it anymore and pried your thumb from between your teeth, pressing a kiss to the raw skin you’d been mauling all afternoon. “It’s not bad, dove.”

“It’s terrible.” You continued as you eyed the nest sceptically.

“Stop.”

“I’m terrible at this.”

Remus took you by the shoulders and turned you towards him and forced you to make eye contact with him. “It is not terrible, and you, my love, are certainly not terrible either.”

“I’m not good at it.” You whimpered then, tears finally falling down your cheeks that Remus was quick to catch with his thumb.

“You’re perfect at everything you do.”

You let out a sound halfway between a groan and a sob. “You have to say that.”

“Dovey, it’s your first nest; it’s wonderful.” He pressed, and fought back a chuckle when he could feel you stop your foot petulantly.

“Why don’t you try it out, hm? Maybe that’ll feel better? Do you want to take a shower and get into some comfies to give it a try?” He murmured into your hair, relishing in the way you melted into his side as you considered the prospect.

“Would you come, too?” You asked shyly.

Remus pulled back only far enough to look you in the eyes.

“In the shower? Or-”

“My…nest.” You corrected, though you all but sneered the end of the sentence as if nest was a dirty word.

“I’d love to, baby. Go shower, yeah? I’ll put a jumper in the dryer for you.” He directed with a gentle pat at your hip, but you shook your head and tugged at the jumper Remus was currently wearing.

“I want this one?” You whispered in the form of a question, and Remus should have expected it.

“Done, it’s yours. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

And Remus felt a little guilty, but he figured you didn’t need to know that the second you were out the room, he ran to grab his camera and take pictures of your nest, your very first nest; one you built here, with him, for him and you with things of his you deemed worthy and fuck he was going to simply combust with the amount of fondness he felt coursing through his veins for you.

True to his word, he was standing exactly where you’d left him (if you ignored the fact that he ran to grab his camera, took multiple pictures of your nest, ran to hide the evidence of his picture taking and returned only moments before he heard the water shut off) when you exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

He quickly divulged himself of his jumper and held it open for you to put your head through the neck hole, allowing him to pull it over the rest of your body as you let the towel fall to the ground.

“Do you want this one too, dove?” He asked you quietly as he picked up your used towel, referring to the fact that you had his towel in your nest already.

You seemed to consider it as you lifted one end of it, bringing it to your nose to sniff before releasing it with a shake of your head.

Remus bit back a beaming smile as he pressed a kiss to your head and carried it to the hamper.

When he came back, you were kneeling in the middle of the bed with your thumb between your damned teeth again, and a protective sort of possessiveness surged through him at the sight.

“It’s not right.” You murmured sadly.

“What’s not right about it?” He asked gently, reaching over for your hand and huffing when you gave him the one not currently being assaulted by your mouth.

“I don’t know…”

“May I come in?” And you startled as you looked over at him in awe.

“Yes.” You said almost excitedly, moving over to give him room.

He tried to pay mind to where you had seemed to place things, not wanting to shift or disrupt the nest you had made as he crawled in. “Where do you want me?”

You seemed to think on that before ultimately pointing to his side of the bed where he laid back tentatively.

“You look uncomfortable.” You said worriedly as you watched him lay rigidly on his side.

He offered you what he hoped was a smile though he was sure was mostly a grimace. “I don’t want to ruin it.”

You scoffed as you nudged him at his shoulder so he would relax. “It’s already ruined.”

“Dovey.”

“It’s terrible, you can’t ruin it.”

“It’s not terrible and I can ruin it.”

“Stop arguing with me.”

“You stop arguing with me.” He countered, and he relished in the small giggle that escaped your lips as you moved to lay beside him.

“I…I think it’s better now.” You said tentatively, eyes still darting around the bed as though you were trying to make sure.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…I think it was just missing you.”

Remus let out a pitiful sound at that and pulled you into his chest. “Fuck you’re so sweet, I love you.”

You sucked in a deep - and apparently well needed - breath as you melted into his side, pressing your nose to a point in his neck signalling Remus to grab your wrist and bring it to the other side of his neck to scent.

“I’m proud of you- don’t argue with me.” He murmured, cutting you off before you even had a chance to utter one word of contradiction.

“Thank you, Rem.” You opted instead, still hiding your face in the junction of his neck he didn’t deign remove you from.

The two of you sat in contented silence for a while before Remus broke it.

“I think we could do without the fork next time, though.” He admitted as he shifted his hip when he realised that’s what had been poking him in the back.

You nearly ripped yourself from Remus’ neck to grab the fork and toss it across the room, smiling to yourself as you considered your nest again.

“Okay…okay, I- I think this is better. This is better.” You decided, speaking more to yourself than you were to him; he was happy to listen anyway.

Remus smiled as pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You smiled down at him; ethereal and warm and bright and his and fuck he loved you so much.

“I love you so much.” You whispered, drawing a line down his nose with a gentle finger before pausing at his chin, apparently having read his mind.

“I love you too, my sweet girl.”

And Remus was so glad that he didn’t have to fight the instinct to pull you into his chest and breathe you in; to love you, protect you, to devote himself to you, body and soul.

[fansids]

On their way to go annoy Miguel <3

(Ft. Meows Morales, Guin Stacy, Rabbitr Prabhakar, Margo Kestrel, and Yotie Brown)

[kantush]

This movie was fun (TW: Loud startling sound)

Miguel your are my beloved

[anniebass]

high spice tolerance, my ass

(old man smut)

[zepskies]

Wanderlust

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.

AN: My nightly daydreams led me to Soldier Boy this time. 😂

I was imagining the Break Me Down-verse for this one (shortly after Checkerboard), but it can also be general Soldier Boy x Reader.

Word Count: 650

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, innuendo, Sleepy Ben, implied smut.

You traced down his back with light, trailing fingers.

Lying next to him in bed, with scraps of moonlight filtering through the closed blinds in the window as your only guide, your mind was still drifting even though you should’ve been sleeping.

You couldn’t help yourself.  

You drew invisible patterns across his bare skin. Ben was warm, always warm, even though the AC was making the room almost frigid. You knew it was the ever-present radiator in his chest that made him your own personal heater.

You propped your head up better with an elbow on your pillow as you laid on your side. You then let your hand drift over every dip of muscle between his shoulders, every small freckle you knew just from memory, then down and down his spine.

You flirted with the idea of inching down the sheets, where his bare ass would greet you. From there, you supposed you'd decide what wandering direction your hand took next.

“If you don’t go to sleep,” his deep voice rumbled, “I’m gonna wake up and fuck you again.”

You bit your lip against a giggle, but you didn’t quite succeed.

“It sounds like you’re already awake,” you remarked.

Ben grumbled incoherently in response. He was tired, you knew. He’d just come back from a week-long mission with Butcher and Co. for Supe Affairs. Hence the long night you two spent catching up.

If you were honest, you were still tingling between your legs. Your thighs and ass were a little sore too. Likely they’d be sporting a few fingerprints tomorrow.

You didn't mind it so much though. You two now had a safe word for that kind of thing.

You smirked, sifting your fingers through his hair. It was getting long again. Maybe you’d trim it for him tomorrow, since you both had the weekend off.  

Your hand meandered down the back of his neck, just to begin dragging your nails up and down the slope of his back.

“What does that feel like to you?” you asked curiously. You often wondered how much his invulnerability affected the way he felt things, especially the way you touched him.

“Like a tease,” he muttered.

You applied some more pressure with your nails. Not the way you’d scored his back about an hour ago, when he’d had his sinful mouth all over your body, but enough to be more than a tease. Enough that it would’ve left an angry, red trail on your own “fragile” human skin.

Still, you weren’t able to leave any marks on him. Just a faint whiteness of pressure against his skin that soon returned to normal when you moved your hand away.

“How about that?” you asked.

“Like you’re playing with fucking fire,” Ben said, though you heard the smirk in his voice. “Go to sleep.”

You smiled too.

“We'll pick this up in the morning,” he made sure to add, though he was already halfway back to slumber, from the sound of it.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you said, laughing lightly. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. “G’night, babe.”

“Mhmm,” he responded.

He groaned deep in his throat and turned over onto his back. Your smile remained as your body tensed in anticipation, but all he did was slide an arm under your waist and curl you towards him, trapping you against his chest. His hand splayed against your lower back, heavy and warm.

His lips brushed your hair away from your forehead and lingered there. He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. You did the same, relaxing against him. Your hand came to rest against the steady thrum of his heart.

Moments like this with him still managed to surprise you…but admittedly, less and less the longer you lived and shared together.

A girl could get used to it though.

AN: Lol should she have pressed her luck? Let me know what you think of this one! 😉💚

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Next we have a fun, fluffy, angsty, smutty Christmas special, Love Actually:

Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

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Including the BMD tag list on this, since that's what my heart was imagining. 😂

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