#hello by the way

[scammalicious]

This is so #relatable

[nyandela-catalogue]

have you guyz considered chsnging ur namez bcz of the situation

A.K. doesn’t own religion or Shakespeare or names.

While we aren’t religious, we still acknowledge the names came far before TMC existed.

(This unintentionally became a long response, so I put it under readmore to spare you.)

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Cesar goes by Ces bc it’s cute + it fits. Brutus (who doesn’t talk here) is his “counterpart”. Think “Et tu, Brute?” No, he is not an introject of Julius Caesar, but you get my point.

Jonah (also known as Joner) is a name from the story of Jonah and The Whale. Jonah is also just a very cool name. I wish we were named Jonah. (I suppose there is still time to change that since we haven’t changed our legal name yet, although it would be tricky socially, at first.)

Adam is a very common name. There is also the story of Adam and Eve. Adam doesn’t want to change his name because of personal reasons, but he also accepts the names “Ada”(ay-duh) and “Marley”.

Mark is also a very common name, though there are religious texts that use it as well. He also goes by Marky sometimes, but he prefers that nickname stays within the system.

I- Lee Judas -need not change my name for any reason.

There are 120+ of us (that we’re aware of) from various sources and causes, my friend. What we show is what we’re comfortable sharing + what is thematically-appropriate for this blog in particular.

Like Jonah mentioned previously, we have 64 other sideblogs aside from this one.

Anyhow, the four mentioned + their “AU” derivatives have considered changing their names, and some already are working on doing so (ex: D!Cesar goes by Strawberry Cheesecake, L!Jonah goes by Lemon Bar, etc).

It’s absurd to expect people to change their names because of a situation (mostly) unrelated to their existence. However, I understand where you’re coming from.

I bid you well.

-Lee Judas👑🪽

[hymyarts]

"We Myrmidons are not the sentimental type."

[maul-of-shame]

If you're looking for me, I'll be actively sobbing over this frame for thousands of years:

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[snoopybutch]

There r some really handsome dykes out there in thee world. Thank god I am alive to see them

[lil-lemon-snails]

[spkyart]

Specialist

[drenched-in-sunlight]

thank you the latest jjk episode for showing us Gojo’s explosive pussy power. What would we even do without it

[souphamsters]

I've been hopelessly fixated on drawing one (1) sweetheart butchfemme couple ... they're all I think abt ... HELP !!!

(silly lesbian ocs that I love , chae🍓and lucky🍋!!!)

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

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“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[muffinlovingbirb]

Tales of Dungeons and Starvation

[yooboobies]

his laugh is everything (1/?)

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[jaydarino]

Sometimes girlhood is matching hello kitty oodies with your mortal enemy

[kollapsar]

The work name of this file was "halsin help" because I can't climb trees but I would for him

[zelkam]

— natalie diaz, a brother named gethsemane