#i dont want it to be called

[r3ynah]

Bat Father and Crow father

[Prolouge]

Summary: Batman becomes a cult sacrifice in exchange of trying to save a civilian, which leads up in him meeting his different universe self.

Batman had no time, one of the cultist had thrown a dagger at the kid that was meant to be the sacrifice, the dagger was flying at the direction of the center of the sigil which the kid stands frozen in fear, he had no time to think, so him being the nearest to the kid he immediately punched the other cultist he was fighting to the ground and dashed towards the child and shielded them with his body making him the one to get impaled by the dagger, blood spilled from his wound and splattered at the sigil on the floor, too busy protecting the child in front of him, he didn't notice that the circle began to glow an ominous dark purple, due to the fact another cultist pulled out a pistol from they're cloak ang began firing towards the Bat.

Batman eyed his children from the corner of his eyes, they were too busy with their own fights, Batman couldn't ask for help, the cult had a more people than they have expected, just how long was this cult running? the wound started becoming unbearable as the dagger still stuck on his side was making fighting and defending much harder.

The kid in his arms yelped making the Knight move his attention on the kid, making sure they haven't gotten hurt by a bullet, distracted the cultist took this opportunity to fire another bullet at the Bat's direction and before Batman could even think of his next move, the bullet was suddenly deflected by a sword? that came out of nowhere.

And in the blink of an eye, every single cultist was now falling to the ground one by one, the only way Batman knew this wasn't the doing of any sort of magic was by the black blur that was charging at the cultist at immense speed, much slower than the speedsters but definitely faster than regular people.

His children were as confused as him the cultists they were fighting was now also stolen and defeated by the unknown person that had joined the fight, which left them to recruit near the Bat still keeping their guard up.

They tried their best to keep up with the fast black blur that took down the cultist before they even can scream with precise stabs, now only a few cultists were left, screaming and shouting orders to each other as they did their best to shoot or strike the unknown person.

But to no avail before they can even lift their arms or shoot, they had already found themselves on the ground bleeding, as the last cultist fell on the cold hard ground most likely the cult leader, the man also stopped in his tracks making the Birds and the Bat finally have a good look at the appearance of the person.

 A male with blue eyes, that wore a green-and-white striped bucket hat with an emerald hanging off of it; to hide they're dirty blond hair, they also had on a green jinbei with a black undershirt with a red heart? accompanied by a black haori. But the most noticeable trait the man had was a pair of gigantic obsidian-colored wings that was on his back, and the dark colored sword that seemed to be glowing in his hand.

He was looking down at the laying cultist before his feet with an unreadable expression before crouching down to snatch what looks like a necklace on the person's neck before once again standing up with a groan, he then turned towards the Bats, making the group fix their stances into defensive not sure on what to expect, Batman glared at the man before him, the blonde man's eyes scanned them before his gaze landing on the dark knight.

The man grinned sheepishly rubbing his hand at the back of his neck, he strutted towards the group which still held their stances. "Sorry about the commotion, thought you all needed a hand." the man apologized his hands now behind his back his sword nowhere to be found.

"Who are you." Batman commanded, his hold on the kid slightly loosening due to the blood he lost, Orphan being the one that noticed urged Batman to give her the kid which Batman relented, now with the kid gone in his hands he advanced towards the man to display an intimidating front, he tried not to groan in pain in every step he made, now that they were a little bit closer Bruce could tell that the blonde man was a couple inches shorter than him, and of the same age.

The man showing no sign of being nervous or frightened by the infamous Knight of Gotham, only smiled and introduced himself his hand out for the Bat to shake.

"Philza Minecraft, pleasure to meet you."

[shinybulbasaur]

[strawberriesandstarsart]

AU I thought of that is very significant to my mental health.

[soldrawss]

Something something 16yo 2k12 Mikey gets sucked into a portal and sent into the RISE universe and ends up helping raise the RISE kiddos AU

[vinestaff]

sighs. another guy in my brain i guess

[andstuffsketches]

vanity

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I think I made some of you guys a little sad with my last post, so you can have some happy aftermath twins before part 2, as a treat ❤️

[shadow4-1]

"Can you just pretend to love me tonight? Please?"

Simon's never gotten a request like this before.

He's never had any qualms about selling his body. Whether it was for his cock, units of his blood plasma, or his war honed body. He's always done what he's had to - anything to stay off the streets and keep a full belly.

The girls who've paid him always wanted a brute, someone to mount them and take them for all they were worth. That was what he was used to, not some doe-eyed sweet thing begging him to be gentle.

"I want to feel loved." You admit, leaning back on the motel bed, thighs crossed in nervousness. "I um...I know I'm not very pretty-"

Simon leans forward on his knees and kisses you gently. Well, he tries to. The tip of your teeth graze painfully together as he mouths you. You squeak beneath him, hands going up to his shoulders to try and push him off on rabbit instinct. He pulls his mouth off of you just enough to mutter an apology.

"Sorry." He swallows.

You look up at him with impeccably beautiful eyes brimming with tears. You seem to finally understand there's nothing gentle about him even when he tries to be. Simon wants you to call him off, send him out of the cheap hotel. He knows he can't be as sweet at you want - as you deserve. He's just physically not built for that. At least, he's sure of it nowadays. He has a brief memory of holding his newborn nephew but it slips away just as quickly as it came.

"Can we just...go slow?" You ask again. Simon can hear the waver in your voice. You're unsure if you want to continue, but you seem to trust him for some reason. "Really, really slow?"

"Yeah."

He can do slow. He can do glacial. If there's one thing he can do, it's be measured, methodical. He wasn't a Lieutenant for nothing.

For the first time in years, he takes his time. He's used to the fast paced, hungry fucks that pay his rent in thirty minutes. This is...new, not wholly uninvited. He kisses down your collarbone, down the swell of your breasts. He nips at the lacy fabric (you dressed up for him when he was expecting just to rip it all off) as he makes his way down further. He laps at the skin beneath your belly button, making your belly flutter. Ticklish. He likes that.

Simon noses his way between your thighs, easily spreads your legs with his thick forearms. As he kisses down your cloth covered mound he admits he likes how you smell. Usually the taste of women turns him off. He prefers men, but desperate women pay more. You're desperate alright, although its a different type of desperation. Something about the nervous wetness staining your new panties has his cock jumping in his trousers. He presses his nose to the fabric, inhales deeply, and relishes in your shy squeak. Simon starts to understand your desire.

You want to be explored, mapped, and consumed slowly. You want to give up control but feel as if you can stop at any moment. You want to be seen, tasted, then completely devoured.

Instead of slipping your panties to the side, he licks his way down your thighs. You squeal and try to squirm away from the sudden sensation but he doesn't stop. He kisses down your calves and across the top of your feet. His hands are so large that they wrap around your soles completely. Simon pushes them up until they're up by your ears. He knows the position is uncomfortable for you, but he likes the view of your soft, cloth covered mound.

He nips at the back of your ankles and calves, licks down the expanse of your thighs, ans nuzzles into the gusset of your panties. Simon relishes in the squeaks and gasps ans twitches of your expectant body. It's been so long since he's teased someone, much less a sweet lil' thing like you.

Your scent is heady, comforting, nothing like he's experienced before. He finds he really likes just inhaling you in. You whimper, thighs shaking already. He hasn't even licked you yet. Simon finally admits to himself that you're stroking his ego.

He plants a firm, sweet kiss to your cloth covered cunt. The fabric is practically soaked through. He can smell your taste on the tips of his lips. His curiosity wins. He takes a firm, long lick from bottom to top. Simon tastes you, but also the flowery tang of your favorite fabric softener. You taste good. He wants more.

Simon finally releases his hold on your thighs. On instinct, or perhaps strain, they fall apart. You try to sit up but he tugs your body further towards the edge of the bed. He can feel the tension in his old knees from kneeling, but he ignores it. You've opened up your body to him. He wants to take full advantage of it.

Simon goes back to lapping at your clothed cunt. He doesn't stop until his tongue is raw from brushing repeatedly over the stitches. Drool drips down his chin.

"Off."

You huff in confusion, trying to sit up. Instead. With too easy of a tug, off come your panties. There you are. Simon knows he should slow his movements but he doesn't care. You haven't stopped him yet, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get those sweet lips in his mouth. He spreads you apart with his middle and forefinger. You're a sight to behold. Perhaps not pornstar perfect anatomy, but you're delicious looking nonetheless. He eyes your glistening, dripping slit. As bad as he wants to force his tomgue deep inside you, instead he presses a firm kiss to the hood of your clit. You jolt, trying to back away or pull him closer, he can't tell.

Simon follows your movement. He mouths hungrily at your clit, flattens his tongue and practically drools against it. He laps at you with a muted fervor. He doesn't want to hurt you. He can tell you're sensitive. It must've been awhile since the last time you'd had a man willingly do this for you. A damn shame.

Your shaky little moans are like music to Simon's ears. He follows them like a map. He circles your clit, traces the entrance of your hood, even dips lower to tease the sides of your inner lips. You seem to like that alot based on the sounds you make. He sucks on your inner wings and you squeal, thighs wrapping hard around the sides of his head. He does it again and and again until you're hiccuping in delight. Your slick drips down his chin and throat. You're such a good girl for him.

Simon knows he's going to make you cum, it's just a matter of time and technique. He has both on his side. He uses his other hand to pet at your entrance. He tries to commit your anatomy to memory, and so he takes his time dipping the pads of his fingers against your fluttering slit. Despite it obviously having been awhile, your cunt holds no resistance. In fact, it practically swallows up the tip of his middle finger. Fuck yeah, that's what he likes to see.

With measured ease, Simon slips his whole finger inwards and upwards inside of you. You keen and gasp and he can feel your insides twitching. You're tight. So tight he can feel his finger already starting to cramp up from the resistance.

If he's going to fuck you right he's still got some work to do.

[puppppppppy]

thanks @chipper-smol for getting me ISAT i will be so irresponsible with the looping

[arinmoss]

Elliott!! :3

[antomatkoen]

soap definitely didn’t wear the skull earrings for a certain someone…👀

soap shows up at a bar all dazzled up after losing a bet :3

[potato-lord-but-not]

SLUTTIEST HORROR PODCAST PROTAGONIST

shirtless version and close ups under cut because I’m embarrassed

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[remxedmoon]

i got it!

(og panels below!!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIFFRIN!!! <- i say, scheduling this to post at midnight september 2nd. it’s his birthday somewhere!! and also loops birthday but look i had a deadline here. don’t ask why This of all things is their birthday art. i make normal choices!!!

also. somehow this entire thing only took 4 and a half hours??? insanity. i literally started this Today. thats how it Gets Me i suppose. anyways!!!! here’s the og panels!! no colored version this time, i didn’t think it’d fit the scene. also i didn’t want to render 3 colored panels.

[ca-3]

Found a forgotten drawing of my masc!Sae, but then i thought the outfit would look cool on our Sae 🖤

[kitamars]

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