#but i'm fucking feral dude

[worlds-smallest-epsilon]

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[crystalchimera]

Originally posted July 29 on Twitter/X.

A sketch that got out of hand

Also!!! Here's some never before seen stuff about this since I remembered. This sketch was actually planned to be a full body pic but I didn't like how it was going so I just quickly slapped some colors on the upper body cause that was the only part of I liked LOL

There's also this sketch which is on the same canvas. You could say this was the original sketch before I redraw it

I actually forgot this doodle existed until I decided to poke around in the layers LOL

[alliekitaguchi]

the critical role cast is laughing. marisha is laughing. matthew is laughing. laura is laughing.

matthew just confirmed that vax has been punished every time he saves keyleth because he's breaking the rules. he's breaking the rules of the gods to save the love of his life, regardless of the consequences because she's his everything.

and they're LAUGHING--

[byanyan]

Haru met them first, somehow being tasked instead of Xiao with picking them up after the announcement was made by Jun. She saw... someone who deserved better, but someone who didn't deserve this — didn't deserve how all of things were going down. She saw glimmers of her childhood, other kids she took care of. And she saw someone who just — needed care without condition... something she had needed herself, once.

the first thing your muse noticed about byanㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting! )

ㅤ...ah. well. that's...

that's a first, they think. (do they deserve better? being taken in by a high profile couple for the purpose of good publicity felt pretty par for the course, even back then.)

there's an instinctive urge to be combative, to deny deny deny — they don't need anyone to care, they stopped needing that a long time ago. and perhaps, if this were coming from anyone else, they would. haru, though... loath as they are to admit it, she's always understood on some level. she's had them figured out from the start. she could see straight through the carefully crafted walls they'd been building for seventeen years to everything hidden behind — maybe she can't make out all the details, but she can see enough of the picture to come to some informed conclusions. there's always been a familiarity — a relatability and an understanding — in their interactions with her which they can't say they've ever felt from a parent or guardian before.

she had seen them to their core from the moment they first met and, for the first time in their life... that is not such a terrifying concept. in fact, it's almost comforting.

[mxnzies]

absolutely love the terror fandom some of the most unhinged thirst ive ever read is always hidden in the notes

[sheogorad]

liking someone who is completely unattainable yet who hits basically all the criteria for your type and who constantly does shit to be close to you in ways that have gone from friendly to confusing and intimate and who keeps dropping little nuggets of information that feel like at least semi intentional testing of the waters and who makes your chest hurt and your hair raise and your skin sensitive is a cruel and unusual punishment for developing friendships don't you think

[sarenhale]

went to check on curze's wiki page to get some more info on him just because I was curious, I entered the wiki article with curiosity and glee thinking 'hoo hoo i wonder what this edgelord batman dude did his whole life!!' and left just. completely sad for him. society failed this man. nostromo didn't had medical insurance and help for mental illness

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

I'm reading "The Adventures of Robin Hood." I'm not even 100 pages in and I find it hilarious how many people in his merry band Robin recruited by fighting, one or both of them often in disguise when they meet, Robin realizing they were good fighters, and asking them to join him. Half the time, the fight isn't even over before he asks them, like...

Robin *usually disguised as a wandering minstrel or guard or something*

Random person *happens to cross his path*: Who are you?

Robin: I am (insert whatever role he's playing). Who are you?

Person: I am a person trying to get somewhere, and you happen to be in the way. Would you please move?

Robin: Interesting dilemma. Wanna fight about it?

Person: Seriously?... Alright, bet.

*fighting ensues. Robin gets beat up and is happy about it*

Robin: wait a minute. I have to ask you something

Person *suspicious eyebrow raise*

Robin: will you become an outlaw and fight for me?

Person: ???

Robin: Oh right

Dramatic Reveal

Person: Holy shit! You're Robin Hood! *fangirl squeal*

And they run off into the forest to drink with the rest of the merry band.

I mean, even with Maid Marian. She was disguised as an archer while trying to escape into the forest to find Robin. Robin was disguised as someone protecting the royal deer. Neither of them recognize each other. They start a sword fight, and he tries to recruit her. He reveals he's Robin. She reveals she's Marian, and they still run off into the woods together, both of them wounded. These two are honestly made for each other with how invested they are in fights, so much so that they couldn't recognize each other! Oh, I think I have a new ship.

[floralovebot]

it's never going to happen but i would love it if dc expanded on what garth's life was like before arthur found him. like yes he was a feral child living alone and he was scared of everything but what was he doing? what was his life like? did he ever run into other people? did he hide from them? i assume he just ate plants honestly but even then what did he eat and how often did he eat? did he ever have to fight? yesyes atlan helped him but how far did that go!! what did garth do!!

[omnipotent-omnicube]

so close to forcing myself through all of kagepro

[warpedpuppeteer]

The more I look at this the more insane it gets. Buck really said "you should let me buy you a beer". Like that's totally a pick up line. Fucking hell. Otherwise he would have said "let's get a beer sometimes" or "beers on me". The wording is so specific. Then Tommy says "I have a thing" instead of saying I'm hanging out with Eddie and the fact that it's a fight that's been sold out for weeks and he just happened to have two tickets and chose Eddie specifically to go with. Eddie looks so excited to see Buck like "Heyyyy Buck 🥰!". And then "hope you're not jumping ship". And then Buck says "keeping things fluid" instead of keeping my options open which, what a bi/pan statement that is.

#top ten anime betrayals

[choking-on-roses]

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[talentforlying]

dead in america #2 physical copy SECURED but they didn't have the alternate covers :') so it's time to go on the hunt.

anyway, i'll probably start going batshit feral with screencaps before the night is out so make peace with your gods. i'll be tagging hellblazer spoilers / + wednesday spoilers / + dead in america spoilers / for future reference.

[trianglegoddess]

Feral McGee™

It starts with the Joker. 

His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Joker’s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he? 

Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. He’s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again. 

The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does. 

It happens like this. 

The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair. 

Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham. 

And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair. 

Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up. 

He takes out one of Joker’s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold. 

Then he looks towards the camera. 

“Hey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-” he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves. 

Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham. 

“A constrictor knot,” Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. “Often used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.”

“Huh,” Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. “Go figure.”

—

The next time it happens, it’s the Riddler. 

He’s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And he’s not the only victim, they’re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddler’s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes. 

While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once he’s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely. 

Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, who’s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. He’s down with one punch. 

They think he’s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“Right,” the kid says, looking at the list. There’s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if it’s damage to the cameras. “Uh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-” he squints at the page for a moment-”Mama Nacaroni’s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And we’re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.”

The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black. 

Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless. 

“Stop it,” Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood can’t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. “You know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.”

“Hn.”

—

After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. They’re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised. 

Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than he’s originally let on. 

Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that he’s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down. 

Gothamites are going wild for the kid. They’ve dubbed him Feral McGee™ (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, it’s like there’s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesn’t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.  

He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again. 

And then the Joker escapes. 

It’s no surprise as to who he’s going to go after. 

Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Joker’s hideout pretty quickly. This time, it’s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGee™ is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up. 

They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGee™. 

The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid. 

Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed. 

“Fuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,” they hear him say. 

They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldn’t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kid’s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When he’s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger. 

“Oh, cool, you’re all here,” the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood. 

“Can I get an autograph? You’re dope as fuck, dude.”

Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kid’s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children don’t stop hounding him about it. 

In their distraction, they didn’t see the kid sneak away. He’s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Joker’s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isn’t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isn’t a scratch on him. 

When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker. 

“Okay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,” Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. “How do you keep getting kidnapped?”

The kid just shrugs. “I get distracted easily. And I’m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.”

“Why are you sleep deprived?” Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice. 

 “Finals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, “I happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?”

“Yeah, Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“If you don’t adopt him, I will.”

“Hn.”

[thebitchesterbrothers]

omg yes! Can you imagine Matthews' schadenfreude that he's finally not the one who fucked up but Hob? I couldn't help myself, so I wrote this for you <3

Hob has to beg forgiveness for weeks - which is not that bad considering it mostly consists of sexual services and hey, Hob will never complain about that.

He should have become suspicious however when he asks Dream if maybe - please please - he would accompany him to a fundrasising gala of the University that Hob has to attend this weekend.

He explains that it's certainly not as exciting as banquets in the Dreaming are, it's more of a stuffy and dry affair but Hob can't find an excuse this year not to go - "and believe me, love, I tried."

So when Dream interrupts him with a smirk and the reassurance that he "would love to go and meet his colleagues" Hob should have recognized his promise to attend as what it really was, a fucking trap.

Three days later Hob is waiting anxiously for his husband. He's not really late, but it's uncommon for his love to leave him waiting. Especially tonight, in front of the biggest hall the University uses for events like these.

Just as he's looking for the pack of cigarettes he's hiding in his trouser pockets a whiff of warm sand hits him in the face. Ah, his majesty has arrived.

"I apologize for being late. Shall we go in and greet your colleagues, my dear?", his deep velvety voice asks.

Hob likes to say that nothing can shock him anymore after living for over six hundred years but damn . . . he's taking it all back.

Dream just smiles innocently at him and gestures at Hob to finally move from his spot in front of the stairs. His smile might be innocent, but the rest of him most cerrtainly is not.

Dream looks like the walking personification of sin. Hob wouldn't be surprised if he actually stole one of Desires' outfits for this evening.

To put it mildly; Dream looks like a total slut. A slut wrapped in a tiny, strapless black leather dress with an integrated corset and ... are these scales? Hob spares a moment to wonder if Dream is actually able to breathe in that thing but quickly becomes distracted by his equally impressing boots. Just as black, just as leathery, up to his knees. If Dream would decide to bend over right now...and god, he can't think about this right now.

His pale neck is covered in shiny jewellery and he decided to wear his hair long today, his loose braid adorned with a big black bow and wow, Hob has flashbacks to 1789. His eyes are artfully smudged with eyeliner and his lips look like they usually do after a proper round of snogging..or other oral activities. Full and red and ready to bite and suck on.

It's a sight to behold and every other day Hob would weep for joy and lick these boots all evening and night if Dream would ask for him to do it but tonight? Not so much.

"Dream...not that I'm not happy to see you, but what on earth are you wearing? You realize that we're about to meet my colleagues? And all my bosses? You know, old white men who have never ever seen a man in a dress before? Let alone in a dress like this!", he hisses.

"Oh Hob...," Dream lovingly pets Hobs' cheek for a second before he turns around, ascending the stairs and strutting into the open doors on his high heels.

"Of course I'm aware of that. Let us hope I will make a good impression."

Hob sighs before he follows his husband into the - very conservative and judgmental - lion's den. He deserved it.

I’m watching the sneak peek from the sandman season 2 - again and again - and all I can think about is Hob falling asleep and stumbling right into that banquet in his Snoopy pyjamas, looking for his husband.

“Dream bear, where the hell are you hiding…oh.”

askdajioaDSLKDADKOSDOSD bestie I have been thinking about this ask all morning, and it's SUCH a hysterical thought.

Like imagine, you're Dream of the Endless, trying to be your biggest, baddest self, you're literally billions of years old, and everyone else at this banquet has a few thousand years of life on them too. This banquet is a massive deal, it's the meeting that will determine WHO GETS TO RULE HELL, so everyone is dressed to impressed and intimidate, because of course. You gotta dress for the job you want after all, and new ruler of Hell is a big job.

And then, while everyone's arguing about who is the Most Qualified to rule Hell, suddenly this human, this baby, comes stumbling into the middle of everything? Who is this loser, and why is he cuddling Dream like he's just some weird teddy bear??? Why is he not afraid like the rest of them are????

Dream is glaring nine ways to Sunday at Matthew, who was supposed to be guarding the door. But Matthews just like "Bro don't look at me, that's YOUR human, not my fault you taught him how to lucid dream and now he just wanders wherever he wants! Hob didn't even need the door."

After Hob gets shuffled out, still sleep confused, the whole banquet dinner derails as everyone's now more concerned about Dream's dating life vs politics. Does the human know everything about Dream and his past disastrous relationships? Does Dream know he's a cradle robber, and why a human of all things?! Oh he's immortal, well now that's interesting, how did that come about hmmmmm? Oh your sister did it? FASCINATING.

[radiance1]

There was a man fighting Superman.

A man with flaming hair and red eyes, who would honestly look like your average biker if not for said flaming hair, red eyes, and the fact he's fighting Superman.

The man was going blow for blow, punching Superman through buildings, being punched through buildings himself and laughing as he fought like he's feral or something. Which, unfortunately, results in a large amount of property damage.

Until it was stopped by a kid wearing nothing but an oversized pair of sweatpants, slippers, and a Nasa shirt.

"I'm going to disassemble and hide the parts of your beloved bike if you don't stop." Danny said, arms crossed. "You wouldn't dare." Said Dan, copying his pose exactly.

To Superman, it looked like a perfect mirror between brothers.

The silence lasted for a few full minutes, toxic green staring into glowing red as they both refused to budge. Before the older shrugged and looked away.

"You know? Fine, have it your way squirt." Danny scoffed. "Well excuse me when you're trying to fight Superman of people!" It was Dan's turn to scoff. "You're overreacting."

"I'm going to punch you into Mars I swear."

Dan smirked as he cracked his knuckles. "Aw, does the lil dude wanna fight me again? You already know how that panned out last time and you don't got the element of suprise anymore."

Danny scowled, before cursing at him in Ghost Speak. Dan's face twisted, before he started growling back his own cruses.

Superman stared.

He clearly his throat.

"Excuse me, but are you two perhaps, Kryptonian?" Superman asked in near perfect ghost speak. Which didn't exactly say much since it was more about intent and, well, if your language was dead or not.

Both Danny and Dan paused, slowly turning to stare at Superman in undisguised shock. Dan quickly pulled his younger self closer and turned away from Superman to whisper into his ear. "When the fuck was Superman a ghost??"

"How am I supposed to know!?" Danny whisper screamed.

Both forgot that Superman had super hearing, and could listen to their conversation. Out of respect, however, he chose not too.