#dont mind me :’)

[crystalmagpie447]

the creature feature

Featuring tha creature

[thatgothsamurai]

[ddeck]

dropping random xmen sketches i did this week

[biscuitsandwires]

In which Danny wakes up in a weird place.... again. (pt 2)

(pt 1 here)

After breakfast had been dutifully eaten, Danny looked up to find that Alfred had left. Which... was also a little weird. Surely they didn't trust some stranger not to just take off with things, snoop around, maybe even hurt somebody.

Not that Danny planned on doing any of those things!

Okay... well. Maybe he was going to snoop around, but the other two were waaaay off limits for his moral compass! Besides, he knew how to be discrete, and he was real curious about this "Wayne Manor" and all. Maybe he could find something that would explain why he'd been brought here!

He kind of doubted it, but his curiosity had always been a curse.

So when he'd carefully stacked all of the plates and silverware (and used napkins... he'd used quite a few of those, whoops) onto the tray, he got up, glanced around the room for anyone who might be hidden watching, and went ghost.

It was easy enough these days to become invisible to the regular person's eye, his body already intangible naturally enough that getting through the walls wasn't a big issue. Most of the rooms in here were your every day, modern millionaires abode. Statues, paintings, plush carpets and hardwood flooring. Then he got towards the back of the mansion and things got... a little more interesting.

There were a hallway of rooms, all filled with random things that didn't seem like they belonged to a man in his 30s, and as far as he remembered that was how old Mr. Wayne was. Or Alfred, really, he seemed a little too up there for video game systems and speaker bars set in front of 50 in. TVs.

Maybe that was judgy, maybe it wasn't, but Alfred wasn't here for him to ask (not that he would have anyways), so he was left to make his own assumptions.

The bedrooms all looked lived in, for sure. Rumpled bed sheets and blankets, dirty clothes strewn about or in laundry baskets.

A good five other people lived here, besides Mr. Wayne and Alfred. It was a little confusing, given that as far as he knew, Mr. Wayne was the bachelor type. These rooms all gave off serious young adult vibes. Did he have kids??

Floating off, he decided to see what else he could find. Things were certainly strange, here, but he needed to make sure he'd seen everything. Just in case they tried to keep him here for ransom or something.

He could get out just fine, that wasn't the issue. No, he needed some kind of something to make sure they wouldn't come after him. Just in case.

So he moved through the... actually really really big manor, going room to room, and not encountering anyone that did or didn't live here.

And that was how he discovered the giant cave under the entire thing.

It sprawled on for miles and miles, seemingly connected to various other caves that went on for miles and miles. It didn't seem to have an end, but he finally came up on what seemed to be an old railway system. That stretched on a while too, but finally he came to a big room, full of random crap and computers, black cars and...

Was this...

"What are you doing here?"

If Danny wasn't already half dead, he would have been now. Looking down, far below him, he found a guy in a red leather jacket staring up at him with glowing green eyes, a white stripe through otherwise dark colored hair.

This might not go as well as he'd hoped.

(pt 3 here)

[gascreates]

*high pitched frog screaming*

inspired by @somethingfoamy 's au idea, dont mind me,,,, , ,

[graciereadshannigram]

y'know, sometimes i can't get over how impulsively hannibal acted in mizumono like, baby girl, he called you to warn you the FBI knew!!! maybe wait two seconds before whipping out the knife and gutting the love of your life because maybe, just maybe, there's an explanation that isn't "will betrayed me, i must forgive him the way God forgives."

and then i remember.

hannibal didn't give a fuck about garret jacob hobbs when he called and said, "they know." he was just curious about what would happen. it was for his own amusement.

so of course when will calls and says the same exact words, hannibal doesn't see it as the genuine gesture will meant it to be. how could he? all he knows is that will lied to him about freddie, refused to run away with him and insisted on confronting jack, and is now calling hannibal to taunt him and see what he does. all of will's actions have been for his own amusement.

and oh boy, does hannibal put on a show. "you want to see what i'm capable of? fucking watch me."

[k4pp4-8]

Blam more!!!!

[pezhead]

I like to think Donbot is still a teen on the inside~

[izu]

johnny cage you are So

[dear-ao3]

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[crystalmagpie447]

chat how do i draw the faces from the side (the dca)

[yukennico]

so heyyyy (kills david)

[nouearth]

[astrumavis]

Hello dear cotl fandom I come to present to you my silly little sketches of The Lamb from the game Cult of the Lamb

Enjoy

[seungs]

Lee Know x Gucci for W Korea (June 2024)

[momotonescreaming]

Things have been charged between Steve and Eddie for a while. Wandering eyes, lingering hands, catching the other looking out of the corner of their eye. Comments just on the verge between flirty and friendly. Not so secret hints about sexualities.

They're in Eddie's trailer one evening, eating dinner, watching movies. Touching just because they can, sneaking glances. The air is electric between them.

Steve catches Eddie's glaze dropping down to his lips. And then they're kissing. It's deep, and heated, and wet. With lips and tongues and teeth and fuck Steve's good at this.

Hands pulling at shirts, tugging at waistbands. Desperately seeking the warmth of the others skin.

It's everything. Eddie wants it. He doesn't know how much he can take. How much Steve is willing to give. How much he actually wants.

So he mentions something about keeping it casual, said between groans and presses of lips. And then the pressure's gone. He opens his eyes to find Steve pulling back, tucking his polo back into his jeans. Smoothing down his hair.

What.

And Steve says no. He can't do casual anymore and he thought Eddie knew that. He told Eddie that he was sick of hook ups, and one night stands, and meaningless sex. He was sick of being used for sex. Being wanted for his body, because he was hot, because he was good in bed - and nothing else. That Steve wanted more. He thought this was more with Eddie. That it was the beginning of something new. An actual relationship.

And then he's leaving. Grabbing his keys and heading out of the trailer. Eddie doesn't get a chance to say anything before he hears the roar of the beemer's engine tear out of Forest Hills.