#but he stays in that room

[review-anon]

Who wants to watch Himiko’s magic show?

Its for the hospital right, so we get to watch it since we cannot join in on the party!

Not that we are complaining we have the best seats of the house here!

Ooohh I bet this is gonna be amazing, with such pretty magicians~

Focus on the magic not the women.

Right yes of course.

I can assure you will not all be disappointed since Himiko puts on the best magician shows.

Himiko vanished before Gonta in front of water tank with piranhas!

D-don't they eat human flesh?

No they don't. That myth was caused by natives starving the piranhas for days and then shoving a dead cow in front of foreign visitors to entertain them.

While they do eat flesh when desperate most species of piranhas eat fruits, seeds and fish, not the flesh of other animals.

I-I hope this show goes well...I am looking forward to it.

I'm not sure what to expect here...but as long as nothing blows up, I'll be fine.

I-it's just a magic show...nothing bad will happen.

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*Ayato still strapped down the bed* I'm not watching some sissy magic show, at least Emina has been freed from my bed and I can get some peace now.

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

got really in the mood to draw a room so i drew one

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[crystallizsch]

i really like how canonically yuu is genuinely supportive of grim wanting to be a great mage. if i recall correctly, even character voice lines point this out. and it seems like yuu dotes on grim a lot and defends him too??? yuu even encourages grim's ambitions whenever he declares wanting to be a great mage. and also when he does that boss-henchhuman dynamic. i mean yeah you can interpret it as yuu saying that being condescending and sarcastic as if they're talking to a child saying "when i grow up i want to be famous!" but like. i really think they're genuine when mc loves grim in their own way.

even if grim is usually a menace, he's become like family to yuu.

and i'm pretty sure grim feels the same way.

think about it this way. despite all the mess, all the unpredictability, the danger, and all the drama being in nrc. what's always the constant? yuu goes home at the end of the day to the ramshackle dorm (basically their home at this point considering they slowly but surely fix it up over time) and with who? “the great mage” grim. as the sole outcasts in that academy, they both sleep soundly knowing they will always have each other at the end of the day.

[diodellet]

cw: sorry for writing more bedroom shenanigans, it will happen again. unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. probably some scientific inaccuracies, except for the inertia bits, that i understand. established relationship things and some light swearing. it's all lighthearted 😇

who needs morning alarms when you're partners with naga!jamil?

the first thing to wake you up is the cold press of his scales against your skin. which is the beginning of the end, sad to say. being part-reptile, of course his instincts bring him to search for the closest heat source. as the warm-blooded one in the relationship, you will make do.

which leads to your current predicament - not the comforting feeling of sleeping in his arms, the upper body situation is all fine and dandy on this side, you like the fabric of his sweater, you (both) deeply crave this kind of skinship, it's all good up here! - his coils are twined around your legs, heavy enough to pin you in place, leaving you vulnerable to the cold of the room. as your eyes crack open, what greets you is the dim blue glow of dawn. of course.

in this world of magic, you'd think they'd have created a kind of blanket that doesn't become utterly useless after several hours of shifting in one's sleep. with your limited movement, you manage to free one arm.

"jamil." you shake his shoulder.

"hmm?"

"can you get up, please? i need to shut off the ac."

to your dismay, he makes a vague sound of protest, curls his arms more protectively around you.

"jamil." he can't seriously be going back to sleep.

"it's still early, and you're all nice and warm..." and wasn't that the twisted miracle of this situation? the fact that you woke up before his alarms?

his languidness has got to be a joke. you've seen him move quicker than a bullet. snakes can haul ass when the situation calls for it. you weigh your options, you could yell 'spider' and risk the consequences of a freshly-awoken-and-panicking jamil.

or you could just freeze. who needs legs? who needs to move? the way his fingers idly stroked against the flesh of your stomach was nice and comforting -

"bullshit, you're also freezing...!" he just liked to see you struggle, didn't he? you try kicking your legs in a last bid to free yourself only for his coils to shift and properly entrap you in their grip.

oh that was unfair, being comprised of mostly muscle and having quick reflexes even when half-asleep. damned naga anatomy.

you heave an exasperated sigh through your nose, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.

jamil's breath fans across the back of your neck. "didn't you want to spend more time together like this?" he asks, faux-dejection creeping into his voice.

the skin of your nape erupts in a flurry of goosebumps, definitely not from the cold. you feel like you're burning, and you're not sure if that's a good thing.

so you decide to roll off the bed and take him down with you.

tagging my fellow jamilnatics: @viperwhispered @twstgo @crystallizsch @jessamine-rose @just-a-little-silly

(if any yall wanna be tagged for future jamil writing, just lmk through the replies. i know in my bones he will strike again)

[just-null]

im so mad at u omg

how dare u make my noritoshi obsession 10 times worse

Noritoshi spews his true feelings when you're upset with him. Similar to a very eager puppy trying to regain your favor by any means...... but realizes what he says and blames you for turning him into a fool. Another downside for him is that he won't take his words back in fear of you getting the wrong idea.

you're just a bully that he hopes will forget about the embarrassing words he blurted out.

hes simultaneously reeling and embarrassed. is this what happens when you make your love upset? does that imply he's your love?!

[backpackingspace]

Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.

When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"

Or

2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.

[lolottes]

Two face birthday, the Fenton Ghost Catcher tm and bats

The Fenton parents decided that to finance their new series of inventions, they were going to sell some of their inventions that they ultimately never used (and that the GiW does not want) on an inventor auction site… the most part of their invention is sold for almost nothing but the Fentons were committed to selling whatever the price, so… they must find other ways to earn money easily… maybe a fudge sale !

Two face managed to get his hands on the Fenton Ghost Catcher tm. OK, the other rogues give him a kind of tasteless gag gift for his birthday.

Except it works! Two-Face and harvey are free from each other!!! Two-Face remains in place but suffice to say that harvey went to celebrate with his best friend bruce who decided the best idea to have the machine studied by his company, Harvey therefore gives the location

So the Fenton Ghost Catcher tm ends up at the batcave that same evening

But after an argument and shoving, several members of the batfam go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher tm and the Fenton Ghost Catcher tm works for some of them as well and in the accident the machine is damaged

Cerize on the cake, harvey WITH Two-Face comes back the next day because they both feel sick…

They must urgently find out who the Fenton(s) are

[pangur-and-grim]

vets when Belphie is hospitalized: “he’s the sweetest and best boy omg we keep crowding around bc we love him sooooo much omg”

vets when Pangur is hospitalized: “well. she’s not happy haha. nearly got me. we sprayed some feliway.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Tis but a flesh wound!

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[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[ktzart]

get the fuck out of there people need to piss

[timethehobo]

Rook just barged into his room.

[yourgoldennotebook]

i think part of what makes blair waldorf such an exceptionally written character (at least at the beginning) is that there's endless layers to her. she's the casually cruel bully who pressures teenagers to drink and thrives off of control, manipulation, and winning. she's the girl who just wants her mom to love her. she's the girl whose father loved a male model more than he did her, because he broke their family and moved to a different country from her. she's the girl who needs to be useful and productive and has made it her identity. she's the girl who wants her first time to be special, who rewatches the same audrey hepburn movies, who wants her life to be a fairytale. the same girl who lost her virginity in the back of a limo - who enjoys raunchy sex, but only had it because a boy who isn't nice to anyone else was nice to her. the girl who just wants to be seen. the one who will do anything to be seen, who doesn't know how to handle not being seen, who doesn't know (and doesn't like, can't stand, won't tolerate) who blair is if she isn't The Blair Waldorf™. her mom raised her as a mannequin; she never forgets the necessity of her brand.

[somegrumpynerd]

Cross has trouble getting to sleep alone in his room and goes looking for a distraction, but ends up finding a solution for both of them

[justaz]

mordred unable to get thru to merlin so he turns to the old druid way of worshipping emrys. he makes little gifts for merlin and shares his food and drink with him like offerings. he prays to emrys when he wakes up and before he sleeps, thanking him for a peaceful night or a good day, thanking him for his protection, etc. its translations to merlin vary daily oddly enough. sometimes, merlin can hear vague whispers of the prayer, sometimes it just causes a feeling of contentment or peace at being thanked for things he doesn’t usually get thanks for (as no one really knows all he does). even in battle mordred will occasionally call on emrys for strength and victory and merlin will just randomly feel some of his power deplete. mordred always wins. it forges a sort of spiritual bond between them as god and worshipper until merlin is holding one of mordred’s handmade offerings and smiles at it and just goes “damn it, that kid is my little brother now. i can be mean to him but i will scorch this earth if anyone causes a frown to mar his face.”