#he gets his own tag now :)

[mysticwinterkit]

"I'm surprised Etho didn't want me to go in the boat with him. That guy's obsessed with me."

[doctorsiren]

Country gavin anon here, i do vaguely remember what he looked like. He wore a lot of green and yellow and was very tall. Besides that i just recall him being basically a recolor of klavier’s sprites. I’m kinda wondering if the dream continued if it woulda been revealed that he was klavier in disguise. Makes sense, i mean, who names their kid Country?

yes I did spend entirely too long on this

[discosmackdown]

look at him. wow

[lattefo4m]

Mourning but unable to cry

[vashtaylor]

Balthazar Klein, Hellions of Carnocht

[necros-writing-stuff]

Does Eden in a jar read to necro when necro is ill? How is Eden in a jar doing?

Eden in the jar gets to come out and cuddle now that he doesn't bite anymore. When I'm sick he likes ripping up tissue paper, rolling it into a ball and shoving it up my nose so I don't have to wipe it so often. 10/10 excellent little helper, I'll get him wagyu beef for his bedside manner.

[myreygn]

just watched the final part of the entertainment district fight right next to my dad and brother the amount of self restraint it took me to act normal you don't even know

[reverieaudios]

for research purposes: what kind of breed is eggs benedict??

I could see him being so many different breeds lol, there's a ton that I think would fit. But a couple possibilities that come to mind are

A super fluffy ragdoll, like 90% fur

A Russian blue

And an orange or gray tabby of some kind

But really he could be anything

[monstersandmaw]

I LOVE ALFIE SM!!! I have a question tho: How would our sweet boy Alfie react if Mason mabye saw Ciara before meeting him and they'd hugged (platonic ofc our boy Mason would never cheat lol) and he could smell her on him still???

ANON.

A N O N....

anon

my beloved

You are making me want to write this...

[tieronecrush]

not a kink but just gonna put it out there that frankie wants her to sit on his face. he wants that soooo bad

YES. so true han, he would have imagined it for so long he would probably be begging for it to happen finally

[octopusoptimusprime]

HELPPP (we’re trying to do @fourteen1427 @sn07 ‘s cryptic crossword)

[memurfevur-archive]

*Slinks into the caverns. Finds the prey. Waits for the next grub to leave the cavern before giving Avonis a nice quick round of bongos and hiding in the caverns.*

He pauses, trying to register what had happened. Confusion washed over his features and his eyes lingered on the spot that the perpetrator disappeared to.

Then, it clicks, and a loud snarling hiss tears from his throat. A warning.

[taserblade]

frothing at the mouth whY DID HE CARESS MY FACE LIKE THAT AHHHH

[ryllen]

[ x ]

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[roadsidedeer]

i love him