#he is poisonous to me

[xmunsn]

Not sure if u just like his characters but Kieran himself...his humor is so funny to me and also the way he's spoken about his wife and him at the Emmys AND the Oscar's is so cute like they seem to have such a good relationship

im also a fan of Kieran himself! he has such a particular energy about him that i’ve been avoiding for years because i knew he’d pull me into this all consuming black abyss of loving him and his characters…now look at me 🥲

he reminds me of a jack russel terrier— silly, clever, keeps you on your toes. he’s funny but safe…ya know? i know the next quip that comes out of his mouth isn’t going to be punching down/at the expense of a minority. i adore his public relationship with Jazz and his kiddos, and watching him interact with his fans is so endearing. he seems comfortable with his masculinity, and has a natural whimsy about him. he’s a good egg imo 🙂‍↕️

[phantomrose96]

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Do not enter the dog park. The dog park will not harm you.

[puppppppppy]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[themetalhiro]

Awkward.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You're just not toxic enough.

[duckysprouts]

if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[prlssprfctn]

Dick watches as the newly proclaimed crime lord, Red Hood, storms off on his bike, without a care in the world. Logically speaking, Nightwing should try to chase after him — he was an awful headache to his family lately, wasn't he? — but he had no power to deal with this right now, not when it was useless anyway; Red Hood escaped Batman as if it was his hobby, there was no way Dick himself would succeed, especially while he is wounded.

'Stuck-up,' he still murmurs faintly.

'You hate him?'

Dick almost flinches. Almost, because he is already used to the ghost of his little brother appearing out of nowhere, in day and night. Even now, little Jason is sitting atop of someone's car, swinging his feet in the air mindlessly. He flashes his brother a smile once their eyes meet, and Dick mirrors it in the instant.

'Hate is a strong word, Little Wing.'

'Well, I hate geometry. That's not that complicated,' Dick snorts at that.

'Why does it matter, anyway?'

Little Jason hums mindfully. There is a hint of hesitation in his actions, before he admits:

'I like him.'

Dick blinks a few times.

'You like Red Hood? Why would you like Red Hood?'

This doesn't sound like something Jason would say, right?

...Then again, Dick knew very little about his brother, and these things he knew, he started to forget a long time ago. It would be probably easier, to keep these details in mind, if only he had someone to talk about it — someone, who knew Jason, too. But Bruce is stubborn in his grief, and Dick cannot speak about Jason with no one else but his own ghost.

'He protects Crime Alley people in the way they need it,' Jason insists firmly. 'So, I like him. Can you not hate him, too?'

This is so fucking strange. Why Dick's consciousness tries to reassure him to like that red asshole? Isn't that just... bizarre? Is he finally going insane?

'Uh,' Dick rubs the bridge of his nose. 'Listen—'

The comms crack faintly, catching his attention. Barbara asks about the status of the mission, and he reports it quickly before turning around again, to look at Jason once more and resume their conversation.

But the ghost is gone again.

And Dick is still puzzled.

Maybe he should go through Red Hood's case one more time?..

[poisonf0rest]

to elaborate from earlier… thinking of helping rafayel through his first heat with you

It’s never been this bad. And it’s all your fault. Being back in your arms after eight hundred years, finally remembering the way your voice sounds when it says his name and the way you fit oh so perfectly in his arms. It’s borderline painful to spend even a minute in your absence. His very body violently rejects the notion of it as spasms of violent heat and need drives him right back into your arms again and again and again. 

You’ve effectively been stuck in Rafayel's house for nearly a week now, slowly rotating between the rooms as you try your best to care for the melodramatic Lemurian: running cold baths, opening windows to let in the ocean breeze, and of course, letting him fuck you on every possible surface in his house. 

It’s just a choir of “feels so good, so perfect, my sweet, darling mate” as he’s bucking up into you with deep, lazy thrusts as he lets you ride him. It’s him kissing you until your lips tingle and turn slick and swollen as he whispers, “my wife” over and over into your open mouth. It’s the repeated cries of  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” when he animalistically ruts into you on the art room floor as you lay there drooling. 

But best of all is near the end, when rafayel’s need is at its peak. His only comfort becomes your touch and the permanent warmth of your cunt, spending the last day desperately close to you, as close as he can get. Just you gently petting his head and cooing sweet praises and garbled Lemurian sayings to the best of your ability as Rafayel sobs into the crook of your neck and starts thrusting again, already painfully hard even though the two of you are nearly passed out from exhaustion.

idk man I kinda just want to baby him while he’s fucking me stupid :(

[sualne]

catching up

[nevergraciee]

the local vigilantes all know clint is deaf, so when they’re talking to him, they pull their mask up to show their mouths. even when he has his hearing aids in, they still accommodate him so he doesn’t have to rely on the aids.

matt: so, i’ll—

clint, eyes squinted and trying to decipher what’s being said with only one hearing aid’s battery charged: uh-huh uh-huh

matt as he turns to face clint: you could’ve just said something. i’m blind, you know

clint responding after a minute: i don’t think i heard you right

peter: AND THEN I ASKED HIM IF HE COULD CATCH A CAR BUT OBVIOUSLY HE COULDNT

clint, nodding absently:

peter: why havent you responded to me :(

clint, nodding absently:

peter: … you have your hearing aids on. i know they’re charged

clint, nodding absently:

peter: oh my fucking god he turned them off.

(peter pulls his mask up)

clint: goddamnit.

(clint closes his eyes)

peter: i dont talk THAT much damn bro

[naturecalls111]

don't interrupt the kage meeting

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[biowho]

I think Crow Rook should have a permanent poison debuff because of the nature of who Viago is as a human

[starry-bi-sky]

in-world social media is so fun to think about in aus, in blood blossom especially too. like, unfortunately due to danny's (multiple) circumstances he can't go outside in public often, but i was thinking that after a few months of laying low at Bruce's house he would like, get to tag along with Bruce sometimes to Wayne Enterprises (with a face mask and a pseudonym) and i love thinking about how the internet would blow up at his first captured appearance.

like hi yes hello, gotham's favorite sad wet cat of a man has adopted an??? even sadder??? wet cat of a boy?? look at him. he's sopping and pathetic. bruce wayne did you kidnap a child??? WHO IS THAT