#he cannot escape him

[tenderhungering]

here come your pride and joy / the comic little drunk/ you call your boy / making everybody smile / who takes your pretty plan / and then becomes a disappearing man / after a little while

[bananafire11]

Doodle before im off to sleep

Jax, please don't eat the newcomer

[tadpole-art]

Someone please get this boy to bed

[hypewinter]

Danny felt a familiar tug in his chest. Not another summoning. The cultists never quit did they? Danny was going to ignore it. Just like all the rest. He figured they would try blood sacrifices but then he didn't experience the familiar tang in the air that usually wafted through his nose. That had peaked his curiosity. So he leaned into the summoning a little. Not enough to be summoned but enough to get more senses. He heard..... he heard crying! What? Why was he hearing crying? He leaned into the summoning just a little more. That allowed him to see, albeit vaguely. He caught the glimpse of a form within the circle. It was small. It was...... a child. A child? A. CHILD!? Those cultists had really thought since blood sacrifices didn't work to try a whole human. Danny's blood boiled. He had been content to ignore them until now but no more. He was taking care of this. NOW. With that, Danny allowed himself to be fully summoned. The cultists immediately fell on their knees.

"Oh great King, you have finally answered our plea," the apparent leader said.

Danny ignored him and immediately scooped the child up in his arms. He gently rubbed circles into the child's back, whom he now knew to be a boy who couldn't be older than 8. He felt his rage flair. They had tried to sacrifice an eight year old! Danny didn't even bother listening to the cultists. Instead he dispersed his power throughout the room, allowing all the souls sacrificed over the years to gain form.

"Feel free to exact your revenge," he said simply.

Then he turned and opened a portal, tuning out the screams as he stepped through.

~~~~

It took a while, but Danny finally managed to calm the boy down and convince him he didn't want to eat him. Once he did, he asked for the kid's name.

"It's Richard Grayson," the boy answered. "But my parents called me Dick."

Danny didn't miss the past tense. Were his parents dead? Danny's mouth set into a firm line. If he found out those cultists had anything to do with this- His train of thought was cut off by the sound of sniffling. Right, Dick. Danny would handle the cultists later. Right now, he had a little boy to comfort.

[starry-bi-sky]

thinking about Dan in CFAU and just how different he needs to be (in my opinion) in order for Danny's whole thing to work. Canon Danny with Dan's influence, would never even consider thinking of killing anyone even after losing people close to him because he'd be scared of becoming like him. CFAU Danny however has been festering in this hurt and anger for years and wants the Joker dead and is plotting it. I don't think he'd do that with Dan's influence.

I explained how Rath came to be in this post here. Things happened in TUE as normal -- Danny's family dies, he lives with Vlad, Vlad rips out his ghost half. The difference here is that not only was Danny in a grieving state (something exclusive to banshees that the post goes into) but he also doesn't end up fusing with Vlad.

What happens instead is that Danny's ghost half, consumed already with grief and now enraged by being murdered and lied to by Vlad, destroys him completely and disappears into the ghost zone. He traps himself unintentionally in a negative feedback loop of grief, and as a human spirit banshee, cannot mentally handle the constant agony and sorrow he's experiencing. What happens is that he ends up driving himself insane with misery.

So the difference here, ultimately, between Dan and Rath, is that at the end of the day; Dan is fully aware of his actions. He knows what he's doing is wrong, and delights in it. He acknowledges his lack of humanity and feels no remorse in doing what he does.

Rath? He's... not. Not really. Dan is a hulking mass of muscle; tall, towering, terrifying. He loves what he does and does what he loves. Rath, however, appears as a scrawny young boy in raggedy clothes far too big for him, hunched in on himself while dirty, unkempt hair curtains his face and hides whatever he doesn't have ducked down in his curled-in form.

Rath is locked in a constant, unending state of sorrow and misery. He, for lack of better words, is unable to perceive the world around him properly and lashes out terribly and violently at anyone or anything that catches his attention. The only thing that he knows is that his family is gone, his other half is gone, that everyone he loves is gone, gone, gone.

He is a zombie apocalypse wrapped up in the form of a malnourished child, wandering the world in search of people who are not there, and becomes furious if you're not them. He is constantly crying, but he's been crying for so long that he's all but lost his voice. Meaning anyone trying to keep an ear out for him has to listen for soft, pained gasps and quiet whimpering, and wonder if the sound they're hearing are hurt survivors, or the very thing they're running from.

As a result, Rath's influence on Danny isn't that he's scared of doing something bad and becoming like him. He's scared of losing control of himself and dooming himself and others to eternal misery. As a result, he's adamant that things that he's done were not done out of pure emotion, but were active choices he made.

Up to and including killing the Joker. There's enough grief and rage behind his views on him that anyone could argue, especially knowing that Danny's a ghost, that he was not in the right mind when he did it. He was blinded by his emotions and was not in the right mental capacity, he had no control over himself. It'd work as a convincing argument.

If it weren't for Danny himself arguing against it. Killing the Joker was a choice he made, fully and willingly. It was autonomous, premeditated murder and he won't accept anything else -- it was not a fit of passion, it was not act of insanity, it was a decision. He won't accept it being anything else but revenge either, and if anyone tries to claim that it was a necessary evil he will yell at them. He didn't do this for the betterment of the public, that was just a fortunate side effect. He did it for himself and Jason. If you wanted it to be a necessary evil, then you should've killed him yourself. It was a selfish evil and he knows it.

In the end, Dan’s existence would prevent Joker’s death. Rath’s existence only solidifies it.

Rath's complete difference from Dan is one of my favorite parts about this au even if he never makes a direct appearance.

[syn0vial]

funniest part about the bounty hunter wars by K.W jeter is how palpatine thinks he's screwing boba fett over by hiring him to take down the bounty hunters' guild, completely ignorant to the fact that boba is a sicko who thinks making himself public enemy #1 of every bounty hunter in the galaxy sounds like the most fun he's had in ages.

it's literally like,

palpatine: that fool boba fett doesn't know that he is but a pawn in my nefarious plot to sow desperation and discord among the bounty hunters of the galaxy. he will be completely unprepared for the torrent of violence and retribution he is about to unleash upon himself. how wonderful it is to make a creature complicit in the workings of its own destruction! >:) boba, like 2 pages later: i can't wait to sow desperation and discord among the bounty hunters of the galaxy 😊 it's going to be sooo fun when my actions unleash a torrent of violence and retribution against me 😃 can't wait!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Calling it now - this episode is going to really play on the buck wanting kids and Eddie and his constant saving children (and his want for more kids) and play on them wanting to give kids what they didn’t get themselves as children - that’s why Eddie is always first in to save kids and why we’re getting a buck and Jee baking scene.

It’s all about parenthood - the desire to be a parent (to have their kid back).

I think the sperm donor arc might be coming back into play for buck - and be part of the issues that arise with tommy - buck wanting kids v Tommy not wanting them etc.

[secretlypeerless-cucumber]

Chapter III

⚠️ Implied SA ⚠️

First

He came back. He came back. He came back. He came back. He came back. Gege came for me.

That's all that is currently running on Shen Yuan's mind. A constant stream of "Gege came back for me" and "He saved me" drowning anything else.

"Hehehe..." little giggles escape him as he looks at the other carrying the demonic cultivator as if he weighed nothing at all, grumbling about having left the cart and horse too far from the illicit encampment where the auction was being held at. Gege is so cute. All grumpy as he is.

Shen Yuan is honestly riding such a high right now. Head cottony and heavy, but unbelievably light at the same time. Is blood even getting to his head? Does he even care anymore.

He was so scared.

The guards in charge of the slaves were already taking liberties with the... women. Some more girl than woman. And one or two kept giving him looks. The same looks that Shifu's friends would give him, that intent that makes him want to shed his skin, burn it, and wash the ashes in the river.

He... knows, alright? He already knows men find him pretty enough. He knows what those looks mean. He also knows where to kick and where to stab to make them stop. But the fear reflex never leaves, neither do the nightmares.

But he was unarmed. They took his knifes and his poisons and his cultivation! He was prey again. Was vulnerable and scared like before. Before he managed to trick Shifu into training him and letting him keep weapons at all. What is the use of cultivation if he is helpless at the mere presence of a fucking rope?

...But Gege came for him.

Shifu used to make fun of him with that. Laughing and laughing at how not even his twin wanted him, not even his parents.

Poor little orphaned slave; couldn't save anyone, not even his mother, nor his brother, nor his sister.

"Why did you stop walking. Come here and be useful." Gege quips, and it takes him back to reality enough to notice they are in a little clearing. Completely surrounded by trees, a simple horse-pulled cart waits for them with said horse tied to a tree a little ways off the side. It's brown, with white spots and appears to be calmly eating the fresh grass. Shen Yuan is immediately smitten.

"Cute!" He doesn't even aknowledge Gege's orders to not move and don't touch things because he is already across the clearing, offering his hand to the horse to sniff at. He- She? Is so cute and calm, already letting him caress her muzzle affectionately. "Such a good girl. So tranquil and elegant. What pretty lashes you have."

"I just fucking told you to not touch anything." Gege walked swiftly to where Shen Yuan was getting to know the mare, taking her reins brusquely to walk her back to the cart. He doesn't even look at Shen Yuan, hasn't for a while.

It's fine, Shen Yuan knows Gege doesn't want him -no one does. He is useful. Nothing more, nothing less. Gege wants to know about his past and probably will kick him out of his sect after he gets it and that's ok. Why would Gege keep him anyways? Shen Yuan may have a little cultivation but he could bet a novice disciple of one of those fancy sects could kick his ass in seconds!

And that is seriously fine. Shen Yuan has a plan after all. He just thought of it but a plan is a plan!

He just needs to find a way to be useful a little longer. He has maybe 4 memories about their mother and that'll last him maybe a week if he reveals them bit by bit. After that he needs something else to get Gege to keep him a little while longer, but it's definitely a start.

If he can get Gege to get attached to him maybe Shen Yuan can even see him once in a while! Maybe Gege's sect needs servants? He knows how to do that. Perhaps he isn't a great cook but cleaning is easy enough, he's been doing it for decades after all.

"Get on."

Shen Yuan is starting to notice Gege is very bossy.

He doubts Gege will want him to sit next to him on the driver's seat, so Shen Yuan climbs onto the cart from behind. Maybe he steps on the demonic guy's dick, maybe not. It's not like he can protest anyways. Shen Yuan sits as close as he can to his brother without touching him.

"Ready." Gege doesn't answers, but Shen Yuan is starting to guess their first conversation was the outlier and his brother actually talks very little.

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Beta by: @sillygoofyqueer

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Every time I draw a Kenshi chibi a year is added to my lifespan

[jagalart]

Lost

My first ever portrait of Stede (which is a crime, how did it take me so long!) done for Our Flag Means Zine, which got released this weekend, so I don't have to keep this a secret anymore 🔥 thank you SO much for having me, I love the zine and I'm honoured I could participate!

[scarletackrmn]

In Beast World, you see Tim in the big ass crowd of heros as Starfire is telling them about Starri right? and then he doesn’t show up again at all, even in the Gotham side issue.

Like we searched long and hard to find out if anything happened to him. We see a lot of the other family, and then comes the last issue and there he is in the background of a group thing like wtf?

My wife, our comic book store guy, and I have collectively decided that he just decided to fuck off to another universe for this whole thing and then return at the end like no one would notice.

[legendoflozer]

cottagecore wars strikes again

Pansy: love in idleness, remembrance, immunity, loving thoughts.

Sydney Rockrose: acceptance, you are loved, you are not alone.

Cornflower: knowledge, protection of home, new home blessings, new friends, new love, delicacy.

[glittter-skeleton]

Ten being into blondes specifically will never not be funny to me

[mars-mell]

Yee Haw (but Gavin)

[yuseirra]

ch 109 and Mephisto~

even someone in their right mind would have gone insane in his place I'm pretty sure I mean, his beloved got killed upon the reasoning they had his children, if he acted with the belief that he should reverse that somehow, I'd understand the despair and desperation.

[cecropiacrown]

Feng Xin braces himself, sweaty fists clenching at his sides, and finally turns around to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

He meets his own eyes for only a moment before his gaze is unavoidably dragged down to his chest. He sucks in a heavy breath as he stares, which does nothing but deepen the trance he finds himself in.

"Fuck."

Sturdy leather straps, the color of bruising love bites, press relentlessly into his warm, freckled skin; he can feel them being pulled taut with each breath he takes and the insistent pressure soothes him into a blessed calm. He feels held even without his lover's arms around him. He feels loved even without his lover's words to assure him. But—most noticeably—he feels owned in the way only his lover is allowed to make him feel.

The burgundy straps wrap from around the back of his neck and dip into a little 'v' fastened with a brass o-ring right above his clavicle. Two pieces jut out from either side of the ring to line the top of his pecs, dipping down beneath his armpits to connect to additional o-rings that fall at the sides of his ribs. These fasten around his torso with another strap and a buckle that sits right over his spine.

There's a strap that extends downward from the first ring and it follows the line of his sternum, stopping when it reaches the end of it. Another o-ring makes its home here with two straps that connect to the rings on his sides, effectively lining the bottom of his pecs and framing them perfectly.

This is a sight that renders him breathless and wanting, and the way his eyes are drawn to his hardening nipples leaves his mouth feeling inexplicably dry and wet at the same time.

He forces his gaze lower, tracing the centermost strap down to its o-ring and the final straps that bloom from it. A short piece extends downward from this ring until it hits just above his navel. A final o-ring takes its place here with straps that curl around the bottom of his ribs from either side to buckle in place along his spine.

He stares at the obscene image he makes, completely captivated.

He looks as if he was made for the harness just as much as the harness looks like it was made for him. Both things may be true, but the second one is especially so. Mu Qing painstakingly crafted the piece himself based on his own tastes, Feng Xin's carefully taken measurements, and with deep consideration for what materials and colors would suit Feng Xin. It was made with focus, with love, and with precise intention.

Feng Xin has never felt more beautiful in his life.

He shivers in the cool air of the bathroom, nothing else on his body save for the gorgeous, perfect harness. In the mirror he traces his happy trail down from his navel to the dip of his lower stomach as it curves down into the mound of his dark pubic hair. He has to brace himself against the bathroom counter as all his blood rushes to the spot he needs it most.

He's dizzy with desire and endless adoration and his skin buzzes with it.

"A-Xin, it's time to come out, love."

Mu Qing's voice is like a homing beacon—Feng Xin's feet don't even need his brain to tell them to move before he's obediently stumbling over to the door.

The doorknob is not even fully turned, and yet, the only thing he finds he can think about is the matching leash that awaits him on the other side and the beautiful, steady hands that hold it.