#kill him and eat his skin.

[danceintheskies]

GRANT IS GAY BIG WIN FOR THE "GAYMERS WHO DON'T DO ANYTHING" CROWD

[xulips]

I need more info in the freakvamp au. like. does akito have organs? if not, does that include a brain?if n brain, how think? if have, why? if no blood, there's no way to get water around his body? no blood vessels? so uselessly existent organs??????? HELP

HAHSGS SORRY OP I THOUGHT IT FITS HIS CURIOSITY

but to answer ur question, kinda! he only have those that's beneficial to his daily activity, like his digestive and respiratory system. for example he doesn't have a heart to pump blood because he has no blood to begin with.

the way it works is that akito only digest meat (carnivore moment) and the nutrients from said meat (extracted thanks to the help of his special digestive system) helps his internal organs work just like normal, even better if the meat is fresh + has blood on them. more nutrients means an even stronger body

and for the brains and other parts of the organs, it's really just.. pure meat slob no bones whatsoever (this might make people believe he's weak in general because of no skeletal structure underneath him but his muscle power are way beyond comprehension to balance it out) (he's still an anomaly afterall, he can't be easy to kill)

i didn't actually plan for this au to become a real big thing in this account so i haven't done much research BUT! here's what i think about it so far :3c

[screechingfromthevoid]

The cape wrapping was too much for me I have to leave

[jamesheathridge]

me 💏 doodling the same oc over and over again

[riderkaitlyn5]

York, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

North: You did WHAT–

Wash: William Snakepeare

[azol-otl]

trick 🛹 or treat 🍬

This has a load of headcanon's that have about as much basis in canon as most fanon and is yet, not very fanon at all cause it's just normal teenager things. Hope you enjoy!

"So how old does everyone think they are?" says the familiar, yet foreign voice of Dick as its normal steadiness is broken by a crack that has everyone cringe at the intensity of. It's times like this that really highlight the age difference between all of them against Dick. Even Jason, the one here who's arguably known Dick the longest (not that the handful of times he saw Dick at ages thirteen and fourteen amount to much), only knew about "Pizza Face Grayson" after Barbie had shown him blackmail pictures after Dick lied to Jason about never having mask acne. It's actually a little...gross how much concealer Dick has slathered on his face. Not that it does much. Jason knows the hassle of acne showing up in your later teens, but even his worst is nothing compared to the miscolored bumpy texture Dick has that's only dripping off from all the sweat. Like he hasn't found the right way to hide them that he had once Jason was brought into the fold years later. Alongside Dick's little mustache, less pronounced than Damian's but more than enough to be seen in photos, it's a pretty validating to have everyone witness the truth that Dick has spent the last twelve years erasing, like his time between ages 12-20 were perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect face instead of the truth has been for nothing because Jason can see Stephanie and Damian sneaking photos when Dick isn't looking. "I'm definitely twelve, I can recognize these disaster bangs anywhere," Stephanie pipes up, flicking her uneven, jagged yet boxy bangs. Like she had cut them herself with dry hair, kitchen shears, and a bowl. Jason takes in himself. Being shorter than everyone present means nothing considering he didn't even hit five feet until shortly before he died. The braces in his mouth signify he's been taken in by Bruce so that leaves anywhere between late twelve and mid fourteen. But the rubber-bands mean that he's more likely early to mid thirteen. "Twelve," he bites out instead. Jason has zero clue if he's early thirteen Jason who has a lisp from hell, or mid late thirteen Jason who can speak like an actual person and not the stereotypical nerd. Either way he isn't taking any chances at them learning about 'Jathon Thodd', it was bad enough about them finding out about 'Todd the twink'. And if Jason and Stephanie are around the same age, that means... "Right before my twelfth birthday," comes the terse reply from Tim. Right, nobody had known Tim at that age, so nobody had known he had used to be so...rotund. Taller than Jason but shorter than Stephanie. His hair was cut spiky, like he was trying to mimic some anime character which pronounced his full cheeks and second chin. He's been crossing his arms the entire time, which has only emphasized how big and soft his chest, arms, and torso are. "That's pretty specific Drake," drawls Damian, the only one who has stayed the same age, "was it right before your parents sent you to fat camp?" Oof, low blow from Damian but expected. What wasn't expected was Tim's bitten off, "Yes."

[thunderboltfire]

I've seen "draw Your character as a villain" used on various sites as a fun character design excercise, but when I've deeply considered the turn of events needed for Igna to become a villain it turned out that a) I've avoided it narrowly b) I've ended up with an AU that's very interesting, but also it's so dark I'd feel miserable if I had to actually write it in heavy detail.

For it to happen, the only prerequisite would be that Argo would fail to get her out of inprisonment, which could easily happen for example if he'd keep his original promise to her and would keep his mouth shut about the fact she's a spellbreaker. As much as Igna is only a pawn and at times treated like a highly valued but ultimately expendable soldier, it would result in a catastrophic cascade of events.

No help gained in a trial to break her out -> no expedition intending to do it, and in a result the Covenant wouldn't form a spellbreaking unit either. Theria wouldn't get an ultimatum preventing her from being executed. The main problem with Igna remaining at Yrreth's mercy is that Yrreth's perfectly aware of the nature of her talents and a part of his original plan for her was to use her for his cause. Igna isn't very susceptible to blackmail, but considering Yrreth's dabbled in the manipulation of living beings' live magic, with unlimited time on his hands he would find a way to break her, either with torture or with specialised spells meddling with the target's perception and free will (possibly both used in concert). Maintaining a permanent mind control spell would cost him a lot, but he'd probably deem it worth the price anyway.

A few months pass, and the Covenant's troops become a subject of immensely precise, harrying attacks targeting especially magic defenses and battle mages' units. They are always accompanied by the reports of a warrior clad in a black, rune-inscribed armor that seems to be completely impervious to magical attacks.

As rumours spread, something piques Argo's suspicion. Perhaps it's the fact that Aquila (who's still alive, proving that her rider still lives) immediately perks up mere minutes before the attack, or the fact that the description of the abilites match perfectly, he manages to cross Igna's path on the battlefield. Surviving the encounter by the hair's breadth, he realises she acts against her will. Feeling guilty for being unable to help her while he should've and still having an unpaid life debt to her, he decides to try and pull her back from under Yrreth's influence. The process would be long, arduous and deadly while Igna would remain on Yrreth's leash, and if he'd manage to get any help in it, the Covenant would sooner see her dead than captured.

But even assuming he'd be successful, that each curse binding Igna to Yrreth would be broken, she'd still be considered a traitor - even if she acted under a magical influence, at this point she's killed dozens, and has done enough damage that even if she isn't executed on the spot, the Wanderers won't ever take her back in due to her reputation. Hunted by Yrreth from one side, rejected by the other, her honor stained and her future ruined, she has nothing to come back to and no aspirations left. Except maybe a burning, animalistic need for retribution for how much has been taken from her.

[waywardsalt]

while im still not too happy with how the draft of chapter 1 of the bellum x linebeck fic is turning out, i am happy with having linebeck be bitchy about doing stuff to keep himself alive

[hauntingblue]

Toranaga's son is so funny. Failson 🫵🏻

[i-have-one-braincell]

Peter's healing just gives up at one point so now he has a new shiny scar or two of Ava's teeth.

He's worried because his healing has a limit apparently and starts trying to figure out what it is – is it the quantity? the frequency? the placement? A mix of all three that caused this?

(I like the idea of his healing being able to bring him back from death's door. He can be gutted and have his organs hang out, but if he just shoves them back inside and sleep for a few hours, he's right as rain)

Ava's preening and shooting Danny smug looks

Danny is low-key thinking of what excuse he can use when kills Ava and if he can also mark Peter in some way

I LOVEEEE with characters that have battle scars so when I want Peter to have one, it’s difficult cuz of his healing factor and Danny being able to heal others and himself(got power up from the comics in my fic)😭😭.

I do like the idea of Peter having a limit of his healing depending on his health. Such as if Peter is tired and haven’t been eating/sleeping much, his healing would slow down. Kinda like the idea of Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man 2 where Peter’s powers started fading away because of stress, the same would apply to his healing factor.

I won’t lie though, in Call You Mine, I had him become impaled from his stomach and bro still managed to swing himself to a hospital and be brought back to life while undergoing surgery. I didn’t know if I was stupid back then to write that unrealistic scene with plot armor or showed how badass teen Peter can be😭😭😭. As I matured, I decided to not place him in such insane circumstances like that and toned it down a bit but atleast he still has the scar from it.

The short battle between them would be pretty entertaining and giving Danny a shine of how to be creative with marking😭😭.

[nururu]

my fave thing about my personal nortnaib hc imagination palace is that everyone is afraid of norton except for naib and no one is afraid of naib except for norton

[redstrewn]

Sex appeal sex appeal sex appeal sex appeal

[dogbunni]

if I have been a little quiet this past week that is bc life is swinging a giant cartoon mallet at my head and cackling like the joker experiencing the adrenaline rush of batman driving the batmobile towards him at 120mph. thank you

[shawtuzi]

this video got me thinking….its kinda giving choso so walk with me real quick besties

˚ʚ♡ɞ

“fuckkkk,” the back of choso’s head knocked against the headboard, his chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat covering it. the poor boy couldn’t form a single thought—the only thing swirling around in his empty mind is that he needed more.

his breath hitched when he felt your tongue wrap around his nipple once more, flicking the sensitive bud with your tongue. you didn’t bother saying much to him, it’d be pointless being the only word he could respond with was a breathy ‘fuck’.

“i’m ’bout to—hmph! nut again, it’s coming baby,” his head lolled onto his shoulder, his hips now bucking up to create a rhythm with your hand. you hummed around his nipple, squeezing his angry red tip, the clear pearls of precum leaking from his tip had you dying for a taste. “be louder…w’nna hear you cho,” you whispered in his ear, licking at the shell of it.

choso shuddered rather violently at the feeling, but nonetheless he got louder for you—a tad bit louder than you had expected. choso’s mouth dropped opened, a symphony of whiny moans following right after.

if he had any energy he’d fuck your fist himself, but alas after 3 consecutive orgasms all he could do was pathetically roll his hips. “so fuckin’ close, cmon baby make me cum,” choso nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt your soft hands begin to play his balls, squeezing them ever so softly.

choso’s entire body went limp as his orgasm hit, moan after pornographic moan spilling past his kiss bitten lips. the first shot of cum landed on his chest, some getting on his chin, which you greedily licked at a second later. his thighs shook in overstimulation, nearly closing because now it was really starting to become too much.

“baby baby baby wait—hah! you’re gonna f-fuckin’ kill me,” his larger hand wrapped weakly around your wrist, but it stopped nothing. you kissed you way up his chest to his neck, sloppily kissing, licking, and sucking any bit you could get. he just smelled so good—like vanilla and cinnamon, you just wanted to eat him up.

you brushed his hair out his face with your free hand. you looked into his tired, yet oh so lustful eyes, “you good?” you asked, halting your hand’s movements. choso sniffled and gave you a weak nod, “want you to drain me dry angel, even if i start crying.” it’s funny because just as choso finished his sentence a stray tear slipped from his eye, landing on his already messy abdomen.

choso stuck out his tongue making you giggle. you knew exactly what he wanted. you leant over, wasting no time shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing up his whiny moans. you resumed your hand’s movements, squealing when you felt choso’s teeth sink into your bottom lip.

he truly didn’t know if he had another orgasm in him but he didn’t care, even if he blacked out. why do you ask?? because soon he’ll be receiving the best aftercare known to man. cuddles, kisses, BACK SCRATCHES!!! he was as content as could be.

[kbwrites]

“Who did this to you?” A deep voice echoes, vibrating around the walls of the throne room. On the opulent throne sits the owner of the baritone voice — Ryomen Sukuna. The king of curses, resting his head on his arm as he looks down at you, too scared to look up from your feet.

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He warns, your body hasn’t ceased shaking. Your uniform is tattered, the rips in the fabric revealing deep purple bruises. Uraume was the one that found you, unconscious in the butlers pantry. After waking you up they brought you to the throne room. So there you were, kneeling at the feet of your king.

You arrived to the estate a year ago, your life as a servant was agreeable. Lord Sukuna treated all his servants well. You were loyal, efficient and pleasant to look at, it was only a matter of time before he started to notice you.

At first he requested you be the one to serve him breakfast. Then it became lunch, and suddenly you tended to all his meals. He demanded you for everything, his bathing, dressing. He could do all of these things himself of course, but he prefered your gentle hands. His personal attendant, not even Uraume, had seen the king of curses at his most vulnerable... but you had bared witness to all of him.

“Fine, if you won’t tell me who. Then why?” Ryomen slowly rises from his throne, his looming figure towering over your kneeling body. He lowers himself to your level, one hand reaches down to lift your chin. Firm yet gentle he forces you to look up at him, your eyes meeting his red ones. Your once flawless skin is covered in bruises. His eyes darken.

“They t-think you favor me.” Is all you can manage to get out.

Word spreads around the estate of course. And plus Sukuna didn’t exactly hide his preference for you. You didn’t sleep with the rest of the help, you were given a room connected to his. ‘In case he requested your presence in the night’ but the reality was he slept better knowing you were near. You didn’t eat the servant food, you dined in the great hall. At a separate table he had made for you. All of these things on full display for the others to see, it wasn’t long before the insults started. At first it was the odd ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ being mumbled in passing. Then an accidental shove into the wall, always followed by a curt “sorry”.

But today? It was your birthday. You had only mentioned it to Ryomen in passing one day at breakfast. He never understood the need for such a useless celebration. You went about your duties for the day, when Uraume found you and handed you a small box. And there on display for everyone to see, a beautiful beaded bracelet made from polished cherry wood. A token of appreciation ‘for your hard work’.

A gift from the king of curses.

“What’s so great about you anyway?”

“Lord Sukuna’s bed-warmer gets everything she wants!”

They punched and kicked, throwing you into the pantry. The group of servants you once thought of as your family. Clouded by jealousy, hatred towards you — the lord’s favorite.

Ryomen Sukuna, the epitome of ruthlessness and malevolence, softens his gaze. He looks upon your trembling form with… pity? His moment of weakness is replaced by an unreadable expression.

“You have been relieved of your servant duties. You will stay here in my quarters from here on out.” It’s a demand, leaving no room for objection. Your eyes well up with tears looking up at your king, his other hand wipes them away. He rises, walking towards the door, his back facing you.

“Get up. Uraume will tend to your injuries. Once you are well, we will visit the servant’s quarters. You will point out those who laid their filthy hands on you, and I will kill them.”

part 2 out now!!

[toelessbastard]

would u guys still love me if I went through a dead plate phase rq. it'll be 3-7 days and might make me weird ab food again. but it'll be. Fun