#don't play with him

[kladmann]

My dude has "mother, I crave violence" vibes and his ✨suit✨

[spydcddya]

while anya is away at a sleepover at becky's, there left a rare opportunity for yor and loid to share a night in, just the two of them. tired from a long week, yor wasn't exactly watching how much wine she'd already had.. turning a corner with a happy hum, yor spots loid; & his handsome face is trapped behind a newspaper! oh, now that won't do.

crossing the room, yor doesn't waste a moment. with one fluid motion, she swipes the newspaper from the tips of her husband's fingers and straddles him. ruby eyes peer coyly into his blue. " loiiiiiid, dear. are those words in today's paper more entertaining than i am? " a hand slides up his chest, tugging tight on his collar. the corner of yor's lips have twisted themselves into a rather.. seductive smile. her free hand finds purchase around loid's neck, and her fingers, slip into his blonde locks. " we've already had dinner, darling, but.. what about, dessert? " / i am not sorry. >:)

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two  adults  cohabitating  in  a  single  room,    while  loid's  clocked  into  his  own  reading.    peaceful  for  once  with  child  &  dog  not  a  centimeter  in  sight  or  breadth  to  hear  their  shrill  laughs.    becky  was  deemed  a  savior  rather  than  a  thorn  on  this  very  night,  for  both  him  and  yor's  fill  of  time  were  to  be  determined.    it  wasn't  long  til  yor  helped  herself  to  their  selectively  chosen  stash  while  his  eyes  mulled  over  words  he's  absorbed  already,  &  at  long  last  giving  themselves  away  to  a  crossword  puzzle  with  lack  luster.   the  newspaper  well  leveled  with  his  forhead  as  he  sits  back,   reclined  to  boredom.    a  private  sigh  so  not  to blame  his  counterpart,    though  he  could  sense  the  booze  would  conquer  again    -  hopeful  she'll  measure  her  drinking.   but  by  a  modest  hiccup  from  the  mouth  of  beauty,    loid  re-adjusts    ;    fingers  remembering  the  crinkle  of  printed  paper  to  ignore  the  drifty  figure  passively  airing  behind  it.    at  times,    she  did  make  him  snicker  -  reminded  of  the  days  he  too  was  to  drunk  to  care  or  stall.    &  now,   someone  else  has taken  up  the  mantle  and  was  having  fun  for  him  -  just  be  careful,    he  thoughtfully prayed.   but  it  is  one  uncharacteristic  blow  that  steals  his  attention  when  yor  arrests  him  between  solid  thighs & supposed want or need.   eyebrows  firstly peek at the surprise  &  then  quickly  flatlines  as they were  before,  about  her  questioning  where  his  mind  has  been  &  could  be.    the  newspaper  a  poor  escape plan.    

   ❛    i  was  enjoying  that    ...      ❜    an  emphasized  lie.      ❛    jealous?    -    you'd  do  some  good  to  remove  yourself,  yor.    alcohol  isn't  exactly  your  friend  when  it  takes  over  this  way.      ❜    regardless  if  it  brought  out  her  confidence,    the  right  thing  to  do  was  leave  it  be  &  go  back  to  memorizing  the  same  twenty  pages.    but  it  seems  she  wasn't  agreeing  &  moving  in fast  with  wine  stenched  hands  pouring  over  his  very  composure.    yor had  never  touched  him  anywhere  near  this  close    --    & maybe  that  was  desire  or  just  the magic of liquid  courage but  a  low  grunt  with  his  neck  held  hostage  by  a  viper's  grip,    summons  a  burning  from  a  dormant  place.    veined  hands  remain  limp  at  either  of  his  sides,    twitching  almost  unnoticable  because  he  mustn't  be  clumsy.    he  mustn't  entertain  the  words  that  fall  like  silk.     ❛    i thought dinner was plenty for us. shame you still have an appetite when dessert's only best served when i'm ready to bake. but i'm afraid the kitchen's closed. ❜    the  blonde  retorts seriously,  however colored with fragrant meaning.

[hinamie]

morning glory

[cidnangarlond]

[abellarts]

[ID in alt]

jon should have been able to sock him at least once before s5

[wisebeth]

percy : casually strangled a snake as a toddler.

yall :

percy : defeats the minotaur with his bare hands at the age of 12 with no training at all.

yall :

percy : fights and defeats the literal god of war with only a few weeks of training, again, at 12.

yall :

percy : holds the weight of the entire sky at the age of 14.

yall :

percy : carries a literal goddess on his shoulders.

yall :

percy : gets judoflipped by his best friend who is professionally trained and sparred with him for years. where he wasn't even hurt or injured and casually laughs it off.

yall : she aSsAuLtEd him. annabeth is aBuSiVe. percabeth is tOxIc.

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[selenityshiroi]

Zelda travelling around Hyrule after the Calamity and people are tripping over themselves to tell her stories about the Hero because they love that feral cryptid mad man and are so proud of him

'I met him when I was about to get eaten by a Hinox...he jumped off a horse, fired 12 arrows in the blink of an eye and then got smacked in the face with a tree...but then he came back and hacked away at it's legs with this stupidly big sword until it finally died'

'He was wearing this weird patched together mask that looked like a monster but he made enough curry for everyone so we didn't like to ask'

'But...the hero was a girl? She wore these lovely green silks and every time she came out of the Gerudo Canyon she had a bag full of electric safflina to sell to Beedle over there. The Gerudo think she's an amazing fighter, which says a lot, and she always thanked me for looking after her horses when she went into the desert'

'I swear to Hylia that he ran through here wearing nothing but his underwear and a mask shaped like a leaf...claimed he was looking for the Children of the Forest. Sorry, Princess, but I'm not sure he was quite right in the head at the time'

'He used to creep in here silently wearing this grey mask and with enough lizards and beetles that we could make enough elixirs to last for a month. Not sure I ever saw his face without it'

And the entire time Link is stood neatly dressed, three steps away, listening to every word and no one pays him the slightest bit of attention. Because none of them cotton on that 'prim and proper Royal Knight' Link and 'I will defeat this Lynel with a stick, a pot lid and a bucket load of adrenaline' Wild Child Hero is the same man. Especially with how many masks he owned.

When they walk away and are out of sight and earshot Zelda just raises her eyebrow with a smile and he is like '...I can explain...it made sense at the time'

[lotus-pear]

in love with tragedy

[lil-lemon-snails]

Uh oh, looks like someone wants your attention~!

[ovegakart]

if i had a nickel for every time a character i liked returned as a ghost in a future game,,

[junespriince]

Batfam plays monopoly

Jason: I hate you, so, so, fucking much.

Dick, winning: well, it's your own fault asking the guy who does this family finances since 8yo, plus I'm going easy on you.

Jason: you bought almost all of the properties, Dickface!

Dick: and yet you're only paying the bare minimum for landing on said properties, 5 bucks verses 300 is a Big difference.

Jason: ugh whatever, *turns to Bruce, who's struggling* and ain't you supposed to be better at this?

Bruce: I never done a single tax form in my life, Alfred and Dick did it.

Jason: explains a lot.

Bruce, landing on Dick's property again: how much?

Dick: 200.

Jason: why?

Dick: a 100 for his bullshit, and a 100 for missing Damian's art show at his school.

Bruce, sad meow meow: I deserve that.

[ballpitwitch]

𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐍𝐉 - 𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟑

[bertoyana]

X-MEN APOCALYPSE (2016)

+bonus:

[buttercupshands]

can you even call it a warm up if I'm going to bed without drawing anything big

and a sketch I made while sitting in the park today

[tevintersnakes]

back in the fallout pit, fortunately my art has improved since 2016 so I can draw doctors hanging out together somewhat effectively now