#but in a lame way lmao

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2024. Day Nine

“Hunger”

Ao3

DPxDC

I tried my hand at ghost hunger, but it didn't really turn out for me.

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Jason shook as he floated in the green vastness of this “ghost zone” place.

One second, he was fighting this weird kid, and the next, said kid had taken him to another dimension. That should worry him; he should be trying to find a way back, defeat the meta, do his job as a vigilante.

But he wasn’t doing any of that, he wasn’t even thinking at the moment, he was just breathing, and eating.

He was so hungry.

His meal, tiny green globs of unknown origin, were just floating around him, and Red Hood only had to pluck them out to shovel them into his mouth. When they tried to fly away, the kid he was supposed to be fighting would shepherd them back to him and Jason would have his fill.

Right now, he wasn’t a foe, but Jason’s very best friend.

“Yes, have Technus get the word out not to approach the planes, I’ll handle him. Yeah no, we don’t want him going after a sentient ghost. He’s looking at me, will call ya later.”

The kid approached Jason warily, eyeing the fleeing globs.

“Hey, um, mister Red Hood sir? Are you… conscious again?”

He was still hungry, hadn’t realized he had been starving for years, and now that he knew it wouldn’t go away until he was sated; but for now Jason could think again, just enough.

“What the fuck just happened.” Was what he managed to demand.

[fooltofancy]

i think you can make a great game with a blank player character, okay, but i do not think you can make a great bioware game with a blank player character.

[cranberrymoons]

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[crustycrackhead]

Swampcat but the fic I can’t fucking write but I’m throwing the idea to the tank of sharks— I need to like clean it up but this is a very barebones sketch lol— also I think it would be slay if Kremy has reading glasses (old man)

*I sit a round table full of papers, it’s frantic, it’s crazy (normal), I sound desperate as I describe the scenes to you*

Go under here for my crazy

First lil encounter to me where they start piquing each other’s interests… you picking up what I’m putting down?

Somethign somethign, they usually do their paperwork, accounting, tax fraud in complete silence. It’s both of their quiet time, it’s a welcomed bliss because the rest of the party is pretty loud. ADHD AUTISM BODY DOUBLING MOMENT OKAY!!!

Okay anyway, I think from what I picked up, they’re both pretty competent at handling money and numbers. (Good at math, Frost would be really into theoretical mathematicals while Kremy is more applied maths core. This is all headcanon lol). FUCK IM BAD AT SUMMARIZING SHIT BYT ANYWAYS—

Eventually during their wordless agreement, they begrudgingly let each other check each other’s work, looking for errors and proofreading shit. Mutual respect (THIS IS LIKE SEX TO ME). Blah blah blah, you’re prolly getting tired of me rambling BUT UR IN MY LION’S DEN AND YOU MUST SIT AND LISTEN TO ME!!! 🫵🫵🫵

Frost leans in as he looks over Kremy’s paperwork (this is the sexiest thing to me okay), the fur from his cheek rubs against Kremy’s scales of his neck. I think texture wise, it’s like autism heaven bruh. They’re each other’s stimboard. THAT’S THE DYNAMIC I LIKE MMM YUMMY. It just feels nice to be in each other’s presence, fur against scales, cool against warmth, thermodynamic equilibrium.

Have a Drabble meow ⬇️

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There’s a tension in the air so thick he could’ve cut it with a knife, and the offer from Frost still rings in Kremy’s head. The lizardfolk almost felt dizzy even thinking about it.

“I can amend that”

Frost’s words repeated in his head, voice deeper than usual. It was such a vague offer but Kremy knew what laced those words, he saw the hunger in that tiger’s eyes. He might just take up his offer, the thrill of it made his spine shiver.

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Like imagine that, lien taht, that’s the flavor, the thrill in the anticipation of it! THEY’RE FREAKSSASA !!!!! FREAKSSSS

[littencloud9]

i love u nekoma & karasuno i love you SO MUCH

[insufferablemod]

ask blog is not dead btw

[zincbart]

It's just that I fell in love with a war

Nobody told me it ended

Meet Aspen! Raised in the church of the grave, Aspen spends their days conducting funerals.

[jichanxo]

how it started:

how it's going:

[bowlofmie]

Need to share:

Went to an artist talk yesterday. People have been talking about it quite a bit around the art building because he’s so famous. Guy was egotistical and kept name dropping. Oh well.

Talks about painting dinosaurs! Okay! I’ll note that for a question I can ask at the end. I’m really anxious but I try to ask at least one question at lectures I go to. I ask about James Gurney and if he had ever worked with him or come across him, because I really look up to him as a creative, and he makes some of the most interesting dinosaur paintings I’ve seen. I’ve also learned so much from his YouTube channel and it’s a really lovely space he’s created there.

Before I can get the whole question out, dude calls him lame, tells me other artists he likes more, and tells me to do my research when I don’t recognize them. No recognition whatsoever of his skill and expertise to at least cushion the insult. Ouch.

That’s all. Anyways, James Gurney is a delight and his work is much more interesting and technically impressive, and that’s on top of him being a kinder person

[pup-pee]

im tired of tim wearing red green & yelow

take of the suit, rediscover urself & WEAR SILVER

[bruiisedfawn]

🪲

[samiisey]

I made my little oumota plant doodle from a few months ago into a charm and... it's really cute so I wanted to share here too (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

[robinmage]

no kind of relationship will ever be as impactful as the slightly toxic slightly homoromantic hyperdependent bestfriendship you had with someone when you were like 12

[aleximustd13]

if you still do these 48 + vinikki pls pls pls i’ll love you forever

“So…” began the butler, as he extracted the sword out of its scabbard, making the sunlight bounce on the sharp blade, “shall we begin your training, Vincent?”

Vincent pulled out his weapon as well. “That’s master Wharton to you now, Nicholas.” The young man snickered, as he gripped the hilt with both hands. A flash of rage and determination lit up his hazel eyes as he slowly but confidently made his way towards his servant, who began walking forward too.

As much as Nicholas saw Vincent's birth and always took good care of him, they despised each other. Well, at least Vincent hated Nicholas, that’s for sure. There was something about the way the butler treated him like a child, despite being well over that phase of his life, that got on Vincent’s nerves.

But today, the day of his 21st birthday, would’ve been the day Vincent showed him, and everyone else, what he’s made of, he would’ve shown the man he had become.

“Oh come on, Vince,” grinned the older man, raising his sword. “we’re friends by now, aren’t we?”

“No, we’re not.” Responded the blond nobleman, through gritted teeth. The nobleman tried to stay calm, to not raise his voice, to not let his adversary win. Nicholas was found by his family when he was still a hungry urchin living in the London slums, so who the hell did he think he was? That day, Vincent thought, his father should’ve minded his business.

They stopped a few inches from each other, with their blades touching, in a guarding position.

“May the best of us win.” Said the butler, flashing his teeth, his green eyes glistening with calm confidence.

“En garde, old bastard.”

The metal clangors quickly followed one another. Whenever Vincent tried to strike, Nicholas was ready to deflect his attacks, almost as if he could predict Vincent’s every move. Slash, slash, lunge. Vincent only managed to cut a strand of the older man’s jet-black hair. Their swords crossed, the blades slipping, and now it was a matter of who was going to get the best of the other. Vince was losing his balance, but he refused to give up. With an effort and a scream of rage, the nobleman pushed away his adversary, making him almost trip on his own feet. Almost. But Vincent had already let his guard down, not having the time to react when Nicholas sweeped his blade, leaving a thin, bloody gash on the young man’s cheek. Vincent held back the hiss of pain.

“Oh, that’s gonna leave a nasty mark!” Snickered the butler.

Vincent decided to ignore him, determined to not get distracted by Nicholas’s babbling. The fact that he got hit even once, it was already one too many. He managed to deflect another blow, but barely. Their swords crossed again, but this time Vincent lost his balance and fell over, making him lose the grip of his weapon.

“Well, well, well.” The butler pointed his sword at the nobleman’s neck. “Rule number one: never let your guard down.”

“Are you gonna kill me…?” Muttered the blond, raising his head ever so slightly, in order to take a glimpse of Nicholas’s face.

The other let out air of his nose in amusement. “It would be very hard to explain your disappearance to your family.” He diverted his armed hand away from the young man, and reached out with the other, to help Vincent get up.

“Right…” said Vincent, a bit hesitant at first to accept his help. “The butler is always the prime suspect.”

The older man let out a hoarse laugh. “Wait here. I’ll go grab some bandages.”

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“How was I?” Asked Vincent. He didn't know why he wanted to seek Nicholas's approval, yet that question slipped out of his mouth.

“Not bad.” Said the other, concentrating on dabbing the wound with a bandage. "Not bad at all for your first time.”

The blond frowned, both from physical and emotional pain. “I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“I would never. " Responded the butler, calmly. "I mean it.”

"One day I'll be able to defeat you, you'll see." Mumbled the young man. "Then you're finally going to respect me."

Nicholas stopped what he was doing to look at his young master in the eyes. He smiled, thinking that Vincent was just like his father. "Here's the thing," he began, "respect is not given unconditionally, it is earned." He then put a hand on Vincent's shoulder. “This is my gift for you for today: a humble piece of advice. Happy birthday, master Wharton.”

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

[bnnuy-wabbit]

this entire Music Taste debate thing re:rap is getting annoying really fast. Im not USian enough for this.

[butchjess]

I do like the look/aesthetic of being visibly buff asf but tbh i can't think of an activity that is less interesting or stimulating or fun or spiritually fulfilling than going to the gym everyday and dieting n doing fkn ice baths specifically to build muscle mass. There is nothing I'd rather do less -_-