#he swooped in all like

[dannysdcxdpblog]

The only reason Dash had been captured was because he wasn't paying attention. Which was stupid. He knew he needed to always be on guard. But it was his anniversary! And he needed to make sure everything was perfect! He sat on the bank's floor, trying to figure out an escape plan with as little hostage damage as possible. The bank was small, obviously for the Gothamites living in the run-down part of town. It was right on the edge of Crime Alley but still close enough to the uppity part of Gotham for a few socialites to use it.

There weren't many doors or rooms in the building. It was the main one where the transactions and managing happened, then the back room where safes and money were stored. Dash spotted a few others from his hometown sprinkled into the crowd. Suddenly he felt his stomach drop. He knew that his presence alone could cause a bit of paranoia to strike up, but multiple Parkers in a small room? That was a surefire way to make the criminals a little trigger-happy. He could see on everyone's faces as they realized the true danger of the situation.

Dash really needed to get everyone out now. One of the guys was pacing in front of Dash's group. "Are you sure no one's gonna try to kill us?" He said, eyes darting between every window and door. This pulled multiple groans from his accomplices.

"We're fine! Once we get the shit, we go. No reason for us to get caught." Dash could see he had his finger on his trigger. He probably was also feeling slightly paranoid, standing right next to Mikey. The redhead visibly tenses. He glances around trying to catch the eye of any of the other Parkers. It's not hard, they're all looking at him already. Suddenly there's a shuffling sound, breaking the silence.

Then a gunshot.

Whimpers and cries break out as the hostages duck down, mothers shielding their kids. Someone starts sobbing. The perp that was standing beside Mikey held his smoking gun up, aimed in the general direction of the previous sound. Obviously, he hadn't aimed so it just resulted in a bullet hole in the wall well above the patrons. Dash sighed in relief.

"Hey, can I get some water?" He speaks up. It's a good way to get them to take their focus away from everyone.

"Why the fuck would we do that?" The one who just let off a shot is now pointing the gun at him.

He holds up his hands slowly. "I'm diabetic and I can feel my blood sugar rising too high. If I don't get it down, I'll crash and die. Then you won't be able to leave without being arrested for robbery and murder." He says calmly. It's a lie, his blood sugar is fine but he needs to get them away from the hostages and away from the ambient energy radiating off the Parkers.

The guys share a look before he lowers his gun and motions for Dash to follow. Dash gets up slowly and carefully, not wanting to get himself shot. He keeps his hands up as the guy leads them over to an employee. The employee brings them to the safe room that doubles as a break room. The employee is allowed to go back.

Dash gets some water and carefully sits in a chair. He makes sure to drink the water slowly and keep his moves as slow as possible. "Why this bank?" He asks.

A grunt responds. OK, so no small talk. He drops his water resulting in the gun being pointed in his face again. His hands shoot up. "Sorry, must be higher than I thought. I'm really not feeling well." He sways carefully in his seat. He can sense another Parker close by that isn't in the building, that isn't just Liminal. He senses Danny. He continues to successfully distract the man before he's left panicking. There's sirens and their close.

Dash is the hostage he grabs and uses as leverage. Dash fights back his groan when he's brought to stand in front of the glass doors. He really didn't like this. He just wanted to get some cash to spend at the arcade! Was that so hard to ask for?! He spots Danny in the surrounding crowd before he spots Batman in the shadows.

"Let the hostages go!" He hears the chief shouting.

"Fuck off!"

It goes like that for an hour before Dash decides to be dramatic. He had been swaying and trying to play up the not feeling well card, so now was his time to act.

He dead weights.

This throws the perp off. He falls with Dash, the gun falling out of his hand in his shock. This seems to be enough of a disorientation tactic for the cops to come barging in. He vaguely registers being surrounded by paramedics. Once he's sure the guys are cuffed, he sits up. This alarms the medics.

"Sir, you need to stay down. We don't know what's wrong but you need to take it easy." One says.

"I'm fine, just got tired of waiting." He shrugs. He registers yelling in the background before he's got a lap full of Danny.

"You idiot! That can only work so many times! You could've gotten shot!" He smacks him in the chest. Dash just laughs.

"I'm fine. And so are the other hostages. They didn't physically hurt anyone. Magic of being a diabetic!" He raises his medical bracelet. The paramedics aren't having any of it and still cart him off to an ambulance. They check his vitals and his blood sugar, and make sure he doesn't have a concussion before skeptically sending him on his way.

As Dash is about to begin his journey to his car, he has an armful of redhead nerd. Mikey is clinging to him. "Thanks, Dash." He says before pulling away and scurrying off. Dash smiles as he waves.

Amity Parkers have to stick together anyway.

Short DPXDC Prompts #1033

The ominous aura that all Amity Parkers emit can cause some issues when they move out of town. It hasn’t been looked into thoroughly but most believe it’s from ectoplasm exposure. This can lead to some unfortunate circumstances. For instance: being held hostage by a supervillain who is now incredibly paranoid and antsy from being in close quarters with the Amity Parker. A paranoid evil person with a weapon is never a good thing.

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[ruporas]

wolfwood redraws (ID in alt text)

[minthological]

hello, fwendy-wends!

i bring you my little painting of wiggog y'wrath because i am. not normal about him. haha

sketch + alt pics below the cut <3

the one above is before sealant, these ones are ~30 minutes after sealing! also tilted one a little so you can see the shinies better! highlights my beloved 💚

[corrodedcoughin]

thinking about how if Eddie was cornered for a fight he’d probably play to his strengths and try to freak out his attackers by bouncing around like old timey boxers, looking like a kangaroo and punching the air while saying ‘oh you wanna go??? You wanna go??? Well let me tell you! There’s going to be three hits!!! Me hitting you, you hitting the floor and the ambulance hitting 80 when it takes you to the hospital. That’s right. The old left, right, goodnight. The ol’ razzle dazzle!’

And the guys just…leave? Because what is this guy doing? And why is he moving like that?

Eddie munson: 1, bullies: 42. Things are finally looking up.

What Eddie doesn’t know is that Steve Harrington was standing just off to the side and waved the bullies on when he saw it all kick off. Not wanting to interrupt Eddie’s…technique…he did what he could without raising suspicions

[nabtime]

Okay hear me out. Fenton parenting “i support my son being trans but i draw the line at him being a ghost” type situation yeah? Yeah. So like.

They still vivisect him and all that. But also give him top surgery. Since they’re already there and all.

Do you see my vision

[incisorconfiture]

laios and kabru being very explicit narrative and character foils of each other means you're primed to expect some extent of honesty and candor from laios at every turn throughout, even if it's to negative effect, while your impression of kabru means you expect his every action and word to bely ulterior motive or manipulation, even if it's out of good intentions. and how thoroughly this is subverted in the end, when kabru is forced by pressure and circumstance into painfully, awkwardly honest confession and conduct, forced to stand back and spectate instead of trying to pull strings and control. and laios rises up out of nowhere with an underhanded scheme so shocking and thorough it tricks everyone, and suspends them into inaction and speechless disbelief, clearing his path to the throne. i just think it's neat how they're foils and opposites until they embody each other's core traits at some of their most pivotal developmental moments

[designernishiki]

strongly believe that those few lines in kiwami 2 where majima hits on kaoru while half-dead in the street were literally just put there to try (and fail) to negate how fucking gay it looks when kiryu cradles a bloody badly-injured majima in his arms as majima tells him that he basically just fought an entire army of yakuza singlehandedly for kiryu and kiryu alone, fully aware that doing so would almost definitely be the death of him. but you know. whatever

[lunarmoves]

Slcbsks its okay no worries I just wanted to know if there was a fic of it!! I’ve read your other works and gosh darn it they are so good!! Omg embarrassing that I also got the name of the bleeding wires au wrong km😭

Anyway, I hope you’re having a ✨fantastic✨ day!! I hope there will be another part to the drabble!! I wanna know what happens after ✨the kiss✨😩🤌

dw about getting the name wrong, ‘bloodied’ is basically the same as ‘bleeding’ LMAO. also thank you for reading my other works!! it means a lot that you enjoy them so much 💞💞 do u have a particular fav :3 (other than bleeding wires LOL)

im assuming youre talking about that suggestive obedience drabble that ended w a kiss. i wasn’t planning on writing a direct continuation for it tbh LMAO. buttttttt okay ill let you in on a secret on how i imagine it to go since ur so nice <3

sun kisses you and it’s like the entire world freezes. you don’t know how to react—don’t know how to process anything of what you’re feeling. the frigidity of the room along your bare skin. the way his hand grips at your side squeezing squeezing squeezing. the intensity with which he presses the lines of his static smile against your mouth.

it—you recognize faintly—is a bit like pressing your lips against a wall. immovable. there is no motion, no push and pull, give and take. there is only him, him him him. pressing down onto you. holding you. letting you feel the gentle vibrations in his chassis, the almost violent whirring of his fans. you feel like you’ve been coated in static, numb and distantly tingly. you have to suppress a shiver.

and beyond the buzzing emptiness of your brain, the shock and surprise of what is now happening—it clicks that sun is kissing you.

the same sun who makes jabs at humanity more often than is comfortable. who criticizes you from time or time or gives you backhanded compliments. who bothers you even if you don’t feel like talking. who tells you about all the nitty gritty thoughts he has. who looks down at all that you are and doesn’t really see you, you think, past your blood and flesh and bones. who has never shown an ounce of interest in you in this manner.

(you don’t realize that he has been showing interest, all this time. he just never realized it himself, never quite processed that certain actions he has taken is his way of showing he actually… likes you. more so than others.

and you were just too unused to his quirks and particulars to be able to properly read him.)

and you are so, so confused.

you’d just wanted to poke back at him, for his stupid experiment he said he was conducting. that’s what you tell yourself—incessantly in your mind, repeating it over and over until it seems less like a lie. you wanted to see if there was anything past that complex he wears like some kind of thick skin. you never.... you never imagined things would come to this. you are afraid of what it means, deep down.

and so, you reach your hands up to his chassis, and give him a gentle push back.

it's like he has to tear himself away, staring down at you with pupils that have dilated so much, it's like there are full moons in his eyes. your gaze flicks across his faceplate, analyzing.

"sun," you say quietly, your lips numb. that's all it takes.

he steps back—abrupt and sharp—the rays along his faceplate twitching and stuttering. his hand snaps away from your side like it has been burned, and you can see the way his gaze darts about. like he is a cornered animal, confused and startled.

"friend, i—" he starts, then forcefully stops. his hand clutches at the front of his chassis for a moment, scrambling for something you're not sure he has. he shakes his head, minute, then turns his back to you.

"your shift is over," he says, oddly stilted. something sinks, deep within your chest. "put your clothes back on and get out."

and then he leaves. you can only stand there, getting steadily colder and colder, your heart a jumbled mess.

[chelemlem]

Brits vs Aussies: Who Speaks Proper English? (ft Oscar Piastri)

endlessly charmed by this video of oscar just saying things...

[coriander-candlesticks]

I was pouring a promised libation out to Hermes, Apollo, Aphrodite, and Dionysus this afternoon (I'd asked them for help with a personal matter involving a sibling) and as I was looking up at the sky talking about the situation I saw three hawks start to circle something a little ways in the distance. Hawks aren't exactly uncommon here but it had been a while since I'd seen any, let alone three at once, so it caught my attention.

And while I was trying to figure out what type of bird they were (not an eagle, too short a neck to be a vulture, etc) one of them swooped down into a neighbor's backyard and back up along the tree in my backyard, close enough that, if a branch weren't in the way, I would have been able to see its feather markings. While hawks were somewhat usual, experiencing that certainly was not. So, of course, when I got inside I looked up if any Greek gods are associated with hawks.

And, of course, Apollo is.

I've been thinking a lot about the difference between "this is just a Thing That Happens" and a sign so it was nice to see a direct example of how something differs when it's coming from a god.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

I don't draw all that regularly anymore, but since it is Spocktober, please accept a handful of Spocks (and one Kirk).

[psychrodraws]

you know, I actually headcanon that Arven doesn't take very good care of his hair at all. He's a stressed outdoorsey boy, he lives and dies by the dry shampoo, and when he does give it a proper wash, it's Head and Shoulders 2-in-1 time babyyyy.

"But Psychrozen," you cry out, sharpening your axe, "his hair is beautiful!" Correct! His hair IS beautiful!

so imagine how much MORE beautiful it could be if he took proper care of it...

[momotonescreaming]

Bucktommy library date when

[heyitsmemel]

hi hello gals and gays. Here is a rare wav from me struggling with the flu. The virus has mainly been in my chest but my entire body is so wrecked I was able to induce super easily. No talking bc I’m literally unable to 😭 Do not listen if you can't stand harsh coughing because it gets a bit rough. If it sounds a bit weird the first half of the recording is from yesterday and the second half is from today, bc the coughing is so much worse in the second half lmao. Ok that's it thankkk you for feeding me so good lately tumblr love u all <3

also personal rant about ableism and intentional contagion in the comments :///

[commiehilfiger]

first it's "you're built like a baby seal" then it's "right in the cleavage".. btw lemme lift some weights in front of you for no reason 😏

they are never beating the evanmarkie allegations