#im too eepy for that

[murmurmurl]

sometimes I look at the stuff you guys say and become very very concerned

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

i'll write about how robin courts and romances tomorrow-

[chesters-ocs]

serial killer!mārīte's been on my mind lately. yeah. ig this can count as the 3rd part to ghastly bloodlust :) been itching to write for this lil series for a hot second as is

anyways pspsps @the-whispers-of-death woe highly ooc sarabi/stone/butcher interactions be upon ye /lh

wc: 620

"She's gotta be here somewhere," Ivan grumbled, as he lead the other two men to the spot in the woods where he last encountered his niece.

Soon after Mary ran off, he retreated to hide and dispose of the body, as well as recruited both of her still living paternal figures to aid in locating her.

"Yeah, no shit," Adam sighed, stressed, "Tracks are sloppy and all over the place. Like a damn animal came trough instead."

"Don't call her that!" Vikram objected with a glare. Both men were met with well-aimed slaps to the back of their heads by Ivan, who's own expression said more than enough.

Their attention went back to the task at hand, thankfully,

All was quiet for the next few minutes, as Adam moved to lead the others, quick to spot the footsteps left behind the teenager, the imprints of clear even on the leaf-covered ground.

As much as it felt wrong to use hunting experience to track down a scared child, he just had to deal with it. They all did.

"Looks like she slowed down to walk here. Hopefully means she's close," Adam pointed out the distance between the footsteps, before looking up ahead to see the general direction they lead.

"... That hers?"

"What?" Vikram asked.

Adam pointed to the dirtied pink sweater, soaking wet from the morning dew. Traces of mud littered it.

"... It is," Vikram confirmed, and was backed up by Ivan.

"Yeah. She was wearing that when I found her."

The shortest of the three tried to not overthink it too much, and simply went to pick it up, unceremoniously slinging the dirty piece of clothing across his shoulder.

"You're seriously keeping it?"

"The less traces of her, the better."

They kept walking in silence, accompanied only by the soft winds and crunch of leaves under their boots.

... What was that?

Adam stopped abruptly, straining his ears.

"What are you-"

"Sh!" he clamped a hand over Vikram's mouth, focusing.

"I hear something," he whispered, putting all his focus on discerning what that sound is.

...

She's crying.

As quickly as his feet would let him, he turned to the direction of the cries and ran, leaving the other two to follow, cursing at him.

Nothing else mattered. Absolutely nothing.

He neared her location: under the branches of an old tree which species he was not bothered to identify.

Adam couldn't give less of a shit about how his knees popped and ached as he dropped down in front of her, engulfing her in a firm hug, as Mary's own breath hitched.

His heart ached at the pitiful whines and sobs leaving her.

Instinct takes over, and Adam finds himself pressing the teen's head against his chest, so she can listen to his heartbeat, as he murmurs reassurances meant for her and her alone, especially as his companions approach the scene, catching their breath and taking in the sight of the girl.

"Viss ir labi, viss is kārtībā. Neviens tev neko pāri nedarīs," he started, wiping her tears, "Tev viss labi? Asinis? Zilumi?"

The little shake of her head did wonders for his own nerves.

"Runāt vari?" he asked, giving her a few seconds to answer. He hummed at the second shake of her head.

Cautiously, Adam picked her up. Vikram cringed slightly at how filthy she had gotten in such a short amount of time. A potential list of contracted diseases crossed his mind.

"Says she's okay and uninjured. Just doesn't want to talk."

"I'll still check her over by the car," Vikram states. Neither objected to it.

With one last glance at the shaken up girl, Adam asks her a final question.

"Mājās?"

She nods.

Yeah. Home.

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AN: okay i couldnt resist a little bit of latvian getting sprinkled in. translations below!

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"Viss ir labi, viss is kārtībā. Neviens tev neko pāri nedarīs," + "Tev viss labi? Asinis? Zilumi?"

"Everything is fine, everything's okay. No one is going to hurt you," + "You okay? Blood? Bruises?"

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"Runāt vari?"

"Can [you] talk?"

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"Mājās?"

"Home?"

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yeah. :) thats it. mb. who knows.

[mizaruwu]

Everyone is messing around in the dungeon I love it

(Panel redraw from Linked Universe Central Room pt.4)

[venusinta]

chat is this real is the parkour god really gonna kiss me right now?!

[kenchann]

uh oh

also change my yuus outfit www

[layraket]

i have lost control of my life so i drew big brother wars

[wolfziedraws]

POV you're the TV in Vic's guest house

[yupekosi]

dp x dc prompt again bc i am plagued with blorbo thoughts. should i make this a series?? anyway

so we all know that Jason 'Pride and Prejudice' Todd-Wayne is a nerd, right? no amount of muscle can hide that this fridge of a man was once the dorky little kid that was so excited to go to school he skipped out on Robin patrols to do homework.

I propose that Danny 'I Wanna Be an Astronaut' Fenton Phantom is also a fucking nerd. he gets good grades, when he's not having to juggle school, sleep, and secret ghost fighting, and he takes to engineering like a ghost to ectoplasm. he's also the exact kind of space-obsessed geeky kid that would absolutely devour every sci-fi show and book he could get, and I say that as someone who was that space-obsessed geeky kid.

so, as young teens, both boys spent a lot of time in online fandom spaces, and eventually become internet friends. Jason's into classic lit and Lord of the Rings while Danny's into comic books and Star Trek, but they get on surprisingly well. They're chatting on forums and beta-ing each other's fanfiction, that sort of thing... and then Jason vanishes.

he just stops responding to messages, he stops posting, all his accounts are abandoned. Danny is very concerned, of course, but this happens right around the time of his accident, so he has more city-destroying things to worry about than an online friend going MIA. and eventually, as he gets older, he sort of forgets about Jason, only occasionally thinking back to the kid he used to talk to, wondering whatever happened to him.

so time passes, and Danny, now a young adult, ends up meeting the Batfam for whatever reason. is he part of the Justice League? in Gotham for a Wayne Enterprises internship? superhero shenanigans? Ghost King Summoning? secret twin/son/clone bullshit? up to you!

any way, he's hitting it off with the Batkids, and at some point Jason subconsciously quotes something from one of his old, unpublished fanfics from his Tumblr days.

and Danny's jaw drops. the Batkids stare at him; you can see the gears turning in his head before he blurts out;

"You're WingingIt02???"

and something deep in Jason's brain, buried under layers of death-trauma and Pit Rage clicks.

"Holy shit, AstroloGhost??"

[once again, not planning to make this a fic, but feel free to run wild with the prompt! just give credit if you do, please! :3]

[temeyes]

soap + volleyball = explosive ass claps spikes

[linoyes]

[dooblebugss]

sketches of Dragon Hornet

[cloudpalettes]

eepy time 😴💤

[full-of-salami]

go on name every single reference on this pic

[blabberoo]

daily dose of driftcells..

[whimsicalmists]

something something Doc's elytra something something flower crown