#just to be an EXTRA ASSHOLE

[sins-of-the-sea]

For the Master: A scented candle... labeled "Mountain Lodge."

Somehow, even underwater, it's temporally locked in a perpetually-burning state.

There's a note with it, unsigned, that says:

Since you're so jealous of us.

He looks onto the candle that is somehow still burning even while underwater. He grumbles a bit... then smirks. It still uses wax and oil to burn, yes? ”Sin of Lust. Come over here.”

Oh, boy, Guy is just enjoying being the Favorite Thrall of the hour. That is sarcasm, by the way. “Do you want me to put it out for you, Master?”

“No need. Just sit here.”

“What do you n-”

“Remember how the Nobleman’s Son was able to pay you enough to get that nice blue coat you got for your brother? The same one he complained about because it was the wrong color?”

The Master then proceeds to pour the wax directly into Guy’s eyes. Guy screams as he is momentarily blinded from the hot wax.

“I’m certain that’s not how the sex act works, but it’s the general idea. You mock me, I will use your gestures against you. If not you directly, then through my thralls. You are not the first. You will not be the last. I devoured this one’s Captain for being commanded to punch me, and I drowned a thousand souls for someone turning their ship into gingerbread. Take caution when you mock me. You may not be the one punished... but someone will be.”

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[superbellsubways]

🍂

[several-terrible-decisions]

Look I'm just excited to see him as a Turk in FF7R3 okay

I recently got back into sketching and it's been equal parts cathartic and infuriating. So I began with a muse of mine (*cough*Vincent*cough*) and he hasn't let me down so far tbh

Even if I have to wait another 4 years it'll be so worth it

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

SFX: *CRACK* *BANG*

Nightmare: . . .

Dust: . . .

Nightmare: -

Nightmare: the other door wasn't blocked........

[cheapbourbon]

“Is consort the same in all languages?”

I believe so Khonshu says.

…

I finally got around to doing some Fanart of my all time favorite Moon Knight fic series- We don't need to say it to each other by: deadonarrival on Ao3.

I don’t know if the author is here on tumblr or not. D=

Those fics= fucking perfection. Do mind the tags tho if you go looking, here there be monster(fucking).

[skcirthinq]

Continuing to clean up my files, I've come across some sketches I did for @pickledcarrotsandradish 's Reverse Order fic, which is.

Uh.

The future timeline, but what if the death orders of the turtles was reversed. And I, like a fool! Like an absolute dumbass! Was like, " oh I've read plenty of fics where I've seen each and every of the characters die. I'll be fine!"

I was not fine!

So like! Spoilers!

But, uh. I am in shambles.

I highly recommend op's other Rise fics; they're all very good!

And this next sketch isn't really based on any fic, but loosely inspired by the above mentioned fic, and a few others, making brain go:

"huh, I wonder what kinda krang designs the other boys would have?"

Fucked up!

[lattuce]

shoutout to media with only one female character that’s just a vessel for a sexual assault and/or pregnancy plot line with very little or no characterization beyond that

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Thinking about how that recent interview with Gooseworx revealed that Ragatha really likes horror movies, implying that the statement she made in the first episode of centipedes being “literally her only fear” was not an exaggeration like I originally thought.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive never liked powerless saiki aus because the entire conclusion of the series is him accepting his powers as being a part of him that he cant change so like.. in aus where the power remover works, half of his development is erased..

if he had been "powerless" for longer, we wouldve gotten to see him realize this himself and im genuinely sad that we didnt.. we got to see him realize that being powerless wasnt the change he wished it would be and that its something he cant change, but its literally over a two day long period and we miss out on sooo much potential development..

and then in aus where hes born powerless, people think he would have the exact personality and development that he THOUGHT he would if he got rid of/didnt have his powers, like NO ? "without powers he would be another satou-" NO he would be a shy, borderline flamboyant, weird, awkward, genius LOSER.

he would have a more normal relationship with his brother (still probably competitive but in a way more average sibling way and kusuke wouldnt have had the motivation to become so murderous) and he would probably be even more friendless but with less trauma.. he may or may not have ever befriended akechi at all, and the classroom incident wouldnt have happened.. even some of his current friends might not be around if not for coincidences due to his powers or direct involvement from his powers.. (nendo and kaido would for sure still be there though, but this only ensures the idea that he would be the biggest fcking loser ever)

he would still be saiki, but. his powers are a key part of him. he would be totally different without them, but NOT in the way he thinks he would..

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

pep and his basketballs

[gray-warden]

Oh my god. There's a mayoral debate going on in São Paulo and one candidate (Datena) hit the other (Marçal) with a chair.

The video is so funny

Just... "alpha male" Marçal accusing Datena of not being man enough to do anything to him, followed by "No, Datena! No! Nooo!!" in the background as Datena comes into frame and hits him with a chair, cutting to a different camera right as he hits, the moderator going "OUR COMMERCIALS, PLEASE", a "son of a bitch!!" yelled out in the background...

Rationally I know it's awful, it's shameful, but right now I just can't stop laughing.

[televenus]

my heart honestly goes out to the ppl who dont gaf about or dont like march hes inescapable in the tags and gets so much more fan content than the rest of the cast when theyre so good

[transmechanicus]

Why op so pissed that they had to be mean to me specifically a month later, how tf was i supposed to scry out their roommate’s gender from this? I made an educated guess on the Turning Into A Girl webbed site, sorry i was wrong, shall i commit seppuku with a live grenade in my mouth in penance?

[thevioletcaptain]

if you as a fic reader ever become possessed by the urge to do a popularity bracket with the fics other people wrote and shared for fun and for free, consider:

don't ❤️ 

[nitrozem]

I feel you, Felix...