#it's volatile

[andy-clutterbuck]

[pharmasrightarm]

oops, still feral over pre-war Dead End Dratchet

(drift: you're rusting at every joint gasket: but isn't that doctor chummy with the cops? we're literal thieves??)

started with the headcanon that drift hung around the clinic like a feral wet cat for a while, then halfway through shading these, I started thinking, what if deadlock was an especially reliable assassin because he knew what kind of damage would make sure that even the best of the best couldn't bring you back

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Prompt #4

When they all convene at the cave, Alfred is silently wrapping Dick's knuckles. Damian hovers beside him. Tim and Barbara are hunched over the batcomputer, not even sparing Bruce a glance as he strides over.

"Report," Batman grunts. No one reacts.

"Report!"

"Hood pushed his panic button at 2:34 AM," Barbara says shortly, straightening.

The button had been a joke, mostly because Jason would never use it and everyone knew it.

"I patched into his comm at 2:35. This is what I heard initially." At her nod, Tim presses play. What occurs next is a garble. There is the sound of high winds, as if Hood is rushing through the air, even though the comms are designed to filter out any ambiance otherwise the Bats would never hear each other. Interspersed is a mixture of static punctuated by high, inhuman screeches of metal and something else unknown.

"This goes on," Barbara says after thirty long seconds, switching it off. "Red Hood failed to respond to any attempts at contact. I dispatched Nightwing to Hood's location at 2:36 AM. He was approximately two miles away." She pulls up a GPS map of their respective locations, their beacons blinking.

"At 2:41 AM, Red Hood's comm goes off, as does his GPS," Barbara says, swallowing softly as the red beacon indicating Jason disappears. "Nightwing arrives at 2:42 AM."

Dick doesn't say anything, head hanging low as he grips the metal table he sits on. Damian glances between the two of them, expression flat but fists clenched.

"Nightwing, report."

"..."

"Scene was empty, B," Tim speaks up. "No trace of Hood, no sign of a struggle. No cameras in the alley. We've been checking the ones nearby but so far there's no sign of anyone but Hood heading in that direction...and no one, Hood included, caught in the cams heading out, not within that time frame."

"So he's still in the area," Batman concludes. "The local buildings?"

"All the entrances have cameras, which showed no evidence of Hood nor any evidence of being tampered with," Barbara says. "Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin canvased within a half mile radius to check for any signs of disturbances in any of the windows or rooftops but found no evidence to support Hood being taken. A scan confirmed several serial offenders, but when interviewed and searched there was no sign of Hood. Several in the area reported an unusual quiet for Crime Alley."

Batman forces the next question out. "Did you check the dumpsters?"

"Yes," Nightwing grits out. "Empty."

Barbara clears her throat. "I have attempted to reconnect to Jason's GPS and comm as well as restart both remotely but there's no signal at all. The thing is, when there's a disruption like that it usually leaves some sort of sign" she pulls up the audio waves, pointing at the end where the spikes conform into a straight line that makes everyone deeply uncomfortable. Upon playing, the noise from before plays before going abruptly silent. "But there is no large spike, this is clean. It just ends. His GPS is much the same. It's not off, it's just gone."

"I know you don't like to hypothesize this early on, B, but we think this involves a meta," Tim says, rewinding the audio. "We've been running the audio from Jason's comm through different filters, playing with the levels and isolating what we can and, well, take a listen--"

The screeching drops to a sort of muffle and in the background, distantly, they can hear bits of Jason's voice.

"No, I'm not---"

"--don't need--"

"get AWAY from--"

a particularly desperate yell that makes Tim flinch, "I am NOT--!"

and almost a whimper that makes Batman's blood run cold, "please..."

And then, unfairly clear even through the faint garble, Jason says "I don't have a choice, do I."

And a minute later, quietly: "Ok."

The audio cuts off.

The defeat in Jason's last words is palpable, and fundamentally wrong. Jason has never sounded defeated a day in his life, and no one knows how to process Red Hood all but giving his hands over for the cuffs. Nightwing pushes himself off the table.

"I'm going back out there," he growls. No one tries to stop him as he stalks out the cave, not even Alfred.

"I will accompany Nightwing, make sure he does not punch any more walls." Damian says, nodding tightly.

"B?" Barbara asks.

"Keep working on it. See if you can identify what could be making those noises if Hood was standing still in an alley," Batman says, walking towards the zeta tube. "I'm going to make a few calls."

[may12324]

Volatile Memory, by Seth Haddon

HAWK is a consciousness trapped inside a mask in the shape of a Hawk—or is she just code that thinks it was once alive?

Wylla is a scavenger in need of a payday. Selling HAWK might be her ticket to freedom, but can she justify the sale when the mask speaks back to her?

This is a sapphic tale of revenge and adventure out with Tordotcom July 22nd!

and an alternative version~

[zackstriker]

TIT jacket arrived what do we think phannies does it fuck?

[linterteatime]

More bugs! lots of bugs

More gijinkas here!

[popsicle-stick]

stupidest people on gods green earth

[catsoupki]

在你皮膚上的陽光 / the light he can't escape (bakugou x reader)

Summary: he's always had a keen eye for his surroundings, it's something that he's been trained to do, and that's the only reason why he notices you.

Warnings: nth!! pretty fluffy actually

wc: 450

bakugou doesn’t like you. not only had you two gotten off on the wrong foot (‘watch where you’re going, extra!’, ‘you blind, asshole?’) you’re also aggressive. he knows how hypocritical he’s being, but you’re a different kind of aggressive. you’re the type to smile and make him squint, you’ll laugh in the common room and burn him. you don’t just go head to head, toe to toe with him, you’ll match him punch by punch and kick with kick— it hurts just to exist in your presence.

but you’re everywhere, your company is unavoidable and inevitable at some point of the day— in the gym at dawn, next to his desk in school through the window, three tables reflected behind him during lunch, and the dorm next door after hours; your traces are blinding, and inescapable too, the warmth that trails after you, the scent that is particularly suffocating when he uses the bathroom after you, residues of your belongings will scatter the places he hangs around, he knows your headphones are littered with stickers and your notebooks are from muji, he can’t get away from you even when he tries.

and oh believe him, he’s tried. he’s tried so hard, he’s ushered shitty hair to sit at another table so he doesn’t have to hear your obnoxious chatter when he’s eating, he’s tried noise-cancelling earphones to not hear you talking to yourself in your room, but you’re fervent, in sparring and in everything else. in the cookies you gift him and in the protein shakes you leave for him in the fridge, within everything you do and touch and shine on, evidence is left behind, ash blond turns into orange and beige taints pink.

it’s annoying, bakugou doesn’t like it.

he thought that all he wanted was victory, and that when he comes home to an empty apartment, he won’t be fathomed by its coldness when he’s still triumphed. yet, when he learns your colours and the way you glimmer, his scale is thrown off balance and his world is tossed upside down. so he doesn’t know what to do when you dim into a soft and weak timber, when you can’t even hold a candle to itself, all that he can offer you is his nitroglycerin.

the sun works on an eleven year cycle, it’ll go through its troughs and crests regularly while its hydrogen burns and burns and everything else will be susceptible to your deviations. when you bounce back from your lows though, the nitroglycerin that gathers at his palms is once again lit up by your vehemence.

‘your cheeks are so red, are you sunburnt? are you okay, katsuki?’

[beif0ngs]

I’m so sorry about your mother. I’m sorry I can’t bring her back, but please just…

[wiltkingart]

admit it - you thought i wouldn't come back, gwynbleidd

[idolomantises]

Sometimes I get messages about certain dialogue in my comics about how a character is being passive aggressive when I'm just writing them as straight forward and blunt.

idk, as an autistic person who's dealt with genuine harassment several times (including a few months ago) because his straight forward and blunt demeanor was misinterpreted as being "rude", "ungrateful" and "bitchy", its just kind of interesting seeing people interpret dialogue in a more hostile way.

it's not a complaint, i prefer those fictional interpretations over terminally online twitter users who need to be coddled over everything but it is kind of fascinating seeing how people interpret certain dialogue.

[lucabyte]

messier doodle pages feat. mostly loop because i'm thinking about the body horror of it all... amongst other things.

... at least one of those things being. hey. unrelated to this doodle page. how many months was siffrin travelling with the party? It wasn't that many, right? How many loops would it take before they'd've been in the house longer than they had even been with them? Much to think about!

[darkdumbass]

The inevitability of a homoerotic wall slam if Rimmer was hard-light in season one as per @janamelie 's beautiful mind.

[mynonclicheblog]

Oh to be 16 with an emotionally controlling boyfriend, taking a late night drive with the hot new guy who just GETS you and has quickly become your best friend, to be building him up and telling him about your future, when the world slows down and he looks at you like THAT

And you look at him like THIS

And you know you shouldn't be here, that you're on the precipice of disaster, but it doesn't matter because you're young and you've never felt so alive and free and understood

[indepthpokemonheadcanons]

Fantasy Pokémon League (FPL) is played all over the world, but sees the most popularity in Galar and the Japanese regions. The game invites you to create a virtual team of six pokémon, drawn from the rosters of elite trainers from domestic (and sometimes international) Pokémon Leagues.

Once a team is created, points are allocated monthly based the pokémon's performances in professional matches. The assignment of points is based on a number of factors, such as whether the pokémon is actually picked to play a match, how many opponents they knock out, and how many turns they survive without being downed. Offensive pokémon (known colloquially as sweepers) can rack up extra points for one-hit knockouts, while defensive 'tanks' get the bulk of their points from surviving and weathering hits. All Fantasy teams must recruit a mix of tanks and sweepers, and they must be created on a limited budget, to prevent people from filling their team with only the top-ranked choices.

There are also ways to lose points. If a pokémon is knocked out, it comes with a penalty, though the deductions are higher for tanks. Likewise, if a pokémon commits a foul, disobeys commands, or gets withdrawn from a match, this results in a points deduction. Most Unovan FPL players will warn you against including any of Grimsley's pokémon in your virtual team. Powerful though they are, they never go a match without racking up a stupid amount of fouls.

Every week, players must select an 'ace' pokémon from their roster, whose points will be doubled. This is usually reserved for the most powerful, expensive Pokémon in the league - in Sinnoh, Cynthia's garchomp is the obvious pick; in the Indigo League, people often lean towards Lance's dragonite or Karen's ever-hardy umbreon. Sometimes, depending on the match, it can be worth making an unorthadox choice. With type advantages on their side, even a lower-ranked Gym Leader can put in a strong performance against an Elite or Champion.

The game is explosively popular among amateur and professional trainers alike. Leon plays it avidly, always putting his own charizard in his virtual team and selecting her as his ace every week. Rika famously refuses to put any of her pokémon in her virtual team. Losing a match is bad enough, she says, without ruining your FPL score as well.

[homielander]

THE BOYS 4.01 | Department of Dirty Tricks