#kings bs

[kopicetic]

Jfc Kempe's head shot is I N T E N S E this season. Anyway, I'm rooting so fucking hard for Turcotte this season, I want this boy to break out. And obviously I'm on the "Byfield keeps getting better and better" train.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

[heavenwontbethe-same]

She's everything, he's just George

[delineate-creates]

Tom yanked with enough force that Harry fell into him.

“Whore,” Tom whispered into his ear.

Harry’s nostrils flared with rage.

•

From chapter 18 of @ambivalens999’s Of Kings, Of Pawns, and Of Men

[coockie8]

I'm sorry but saying "don't write dark or taboo fiction or at least keep it private because it might trigger someone or someone might get off to it." is exactly like saying "don't talk about the abuse you suffered because it might trigger someone or someone might get off to it."

It is the exact same thing. Telling someone they aren't allowed to talk about their own lived experience because some random stranger might be triggered, made uncomfortable, or even aroused by it is unbelievably fucking disgusting.

Whether someone is writing dark/taboo fiction to cope or not is 100% irrelevant because someone else's trauma is not your business, and you can't know.

You shouldn't tell a victim to never talk about their trauma, so you shouldn't tell people what they can and cannot write about, because at the end of the day, you don't know and it's not your business. Block and mute things/people you don't want to see, and move the fuck on with your life.

[librathefangirl]

them parallels tho 👀

[scumvillainess]

yeah shen jiu was definitely well aware that the way he treated lbh and his other disciples wasn’t right or normal at all, but at the same time he probably believes that they’re weaklings who can’t handle discipline because the abuse he experienced pre-cqms definitely would’ve warped his perception by a lot.

[kraken-pint]

I just noticed something, Wukong helps Macaque with his clothes back when they were still buddy buddies, most likely more often with his scarf. In the lmk special his scarf(or maybe it's a bandana) is always tied much like how Wukong's bandana is tied up.

Time goes by, now he just wears em like this, I wanna headcanon that Macaque cant really tie a knot very well so Wukong helps him out with it

[scltbvrns]

homogenising something that has always been inherently diverse will kill us all one day.

[puppetmaster13u]

Hey you know you're sentient Lazarus Pit thing? what if the pit that leaves Ra's goes on to *become* the Batcave Lazarus Pit?!?

Like "I've had enough of you ra's, I'm going to go live with my son." (Jason)

Oh my god that's genius. Another idea: Pit just shows up in Jason's safehouse with Danny under one arm like look i brought you a baby brother :)

[lookanartdweeb]

So when Owl House ends (cries I hate to think about it)

Can Dana do what Alex Hirsch did and release like a compilation of the censorship notes they got back from the studio. I wanna see how ridiculous they were with different jokes and such cause WOW it was a headache watching Alex constantly get blocked for honestly some VERY harmless jokes.

[teewritessmth]

# Instagram Au (13)

(Sharky x f! reader)

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y/n.y/l/n 🤍 Day

ohnosharky matching fit with my love ❤

--- y/n.y/l/n 🥺

ajshabeel gyal actually got nice nails this time

--- chunkz pretty sure sharks chose that colour

--- darkestman he wants her to scratch his back

--- nikoomilana enlightening comment section

yousef lovely ladyy

ynfan1 Damnnn y/n serving as usual

--- y/n.y/l/n 🫢🩷🩷

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ohnosharky My beautiful Y/n

mayajama ladies he is treating our y/n right after all let's give him a chance

--- ohnosharky I always treat her right

--- ynfan1 we'll be the judge of that mr

--- sharmarkeee cmon sharky is a good man

nellarose heartwarming to wake up and find this post gracing my feed

johnnycarey 🫡

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y/n.y/l/n 🦈 ❤ 👩

Now I know why he told me to get my nails done in one of my previous posts 😭😭

ohnosharky 👰 🩷 🦈

yungfilly I'm crying 🩶 God bless man

chunkz MY BOY SHARKSS

--- ohnosharky my brother

darkestman big fish found his fish

ajshabeel he really did it, so fckn proud of that bozo

[wesleysniperking]

Perona v Usopp: Why it was Usopp’s fight and no one else’s

I’ve been thinking about the fight Usopp had with Perona, and some people say Robin could have taken her on. For a while, I couldn't think of an argument against that, especially since I know Oda gave this fight to Usopp for a reason. The thing is, given Robin’s morbid jokes and devastating backstory, we might think that Robin would have what it takes to take down Perona head-on without much of a problem. But we have to consider how Franky, Zoro, and Sanji couldn’t stand Perona’s negative ghosts.

We can certainly say that Robin is just as confident and strong as those three, and may even go head-to-head with Sanji when it comes to sad backstories. Yet, fans might be looking at the hurdle the wrong way. The reason why Usopp was meant to fight Perona and withstand the negativity is because Franky, Zoro, Sanji, and Robin are confident in their abilities. They never question themselves based on their intellect and worthiness, and their challenges and the effort they must exert is something Usopp thinks is above his jurisdiction due to his lack of belief in himself. At that point, Usopp was the master of negative self-talk, and he felt like a failure. He’s not a "monster" like the others, and he's way younger than Robin.

Based on the fact that Robin’s self-awareness and strength goes hand in hand with the three “monsters” who were deeply affected by Perona’s negativity despite their hurdles and dark backstories, would she have been able to take Perona down? I genuinely don’t think so. I'm not trying to put Robin down. She’s awesome and fabulous, but just as Zoro taking on Kuma is his own thing and Robin taking on Black Maria is her own thing, then why can’t that be the same for Usopp taking on Perona? Perona’s criteria of negativity was something that no one else in the crew could fight besides Usopp because Usopp’s negativity is truly his own. No one can beat up Usopp better than Usopp can. So, yeah, Perona’s ghosts aren’t defeating him anytime soon.

She's in his Rogue Gallery for a reason.

[its-not-your-fault--entirely]

Me @ every single person who attempts to pedal the "SeLiNa DoEsN't WaNt KiDs" fanon bullshit in her tags

[honeyhotteok]

hii may i ask for a gun x reader fic, where we just utterly despite our delinquent gun as a normal student, yet he loves us? like, he never makes it obvious but we just hate him, his attitude, his behavior etc, since he always interfere in bloody stuff which we r scared of.. love ya<3

hi anon! thank u for sending in this ask!! tbh writing for gun is a struggle for me but i tried lol also hope u don't mind i went in a slightly different direction with your idea🥹🫶

strawberry milk & cigarettes (gun park x reader)

summary: gun meets gian high school's #1 student.

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"Yamazaki Yuzuru, to the principal's office. Now."

The class erupts into hushed whispers about the summoned new kid - a delinquent rumored to be making his way throughout Japan in order to study different martial arts, a fighting prodigy of sorts.

Gun stands up and makes his way to the classroom door. A turn of his head paired with a cold glare shuts everyone up, leaving a few of your classmates shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Meanwhile, you're sat there tuning all of this out, head buried in your notebook. Devoting 100% of your concentration to rewriting your notes from the previous class.

Gun is on his way to walking past your desk, but stops in front of it when something catches his attention.

He looks down at your notebook, the pages inscribed with perfectly straight lines of neat handwriting coupled with color-coordinated evenly highlighted blocks. The layers of organization, the penmanship - it's impressive, really.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and notice an inked forearm in front of you peeking through the rolled up black sleeve of his gakuran jacket. Ugh. Great. Another disruptive thug attending this institution, another potential obstacle to your simple goal of pursuing an education.

You finally slowly raise your head to look up at him, unsure why this weirdo is staring at you.

"Can I help y-"

Gun smirks and turns around before your eyes even meet his, walking off before you can finish your sentence.

Leaving you appalled at his complete lack of manners, but with nothing to do but return to your meticulous notes task.

-

"Okay, everyone, pass your homework up to the front."

You turn to the seat behind you to take Gun's paper and you catch a glimpse of the bottom of his sleeve, still bloodied from the fight he just had before class. Your face scrunches up in disgust.

You glance down at his paper and the absolutely illegible chicken scratch scrawled onto it. You can't help but grimace. "What's wrong with your handwriting?"

"Why is it any of your business?"

You scoff at his reply. "Rude bastard," you mutter under your breath.

He leans forward in his seat, a strand of his slicked back black hair falling in front of his face. "What did you just say?"

You're not sure what it is - maybe it's the irritability from lack of sleep, or the academic stress you've been experiencing tenfold this week, or the fact that this new punk's mere existence in your space is starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it's all of the above.

You whip your head back around to face him. "I called you a rude bastard."

He gives you an unreadable stare. The class suddenly falls silent. Shit, maybe you said that a little bit louder than you had intended.

You turn back around in your seat and pass the stack of papers up, both annoyance and embarrassment coursing through you.

Gun's lips curl into an amused smile at the first words anyone at this school has dared utter to his face while looking him in the eye.

-

You walk over to the vending machine down the hall during break time, already fishing for your wallet in anticipation.

Your friend catches up to you and nudges you with her elbow.

"What was that?! You just insulted an actual member of the Yamazaki family!" She says in a hushed voice.

You stare blankly at your friend. "The who?"

"Yamazaki family, of the Yakuza."

You pause. "Wait, he's an actual kid of a Yakuza family? I thought he was just a random pathetic teenage thug nobody..." you mumble. Huh. Maybe it would've served you to not have insulted someone with the ties to actually kill you and get away with it.

You glance at your watch with a wave of your hand. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna get my strawberry milk and go study."

You frown as your eyes settle on the empty spiral behind the vending machine window before you. "Aw, they're all out."

Your friend suggests you just buy one of the other drinks instead, but you sigh and tell her to forget it.

Gun, who totally hasn't been trailing a few steps behind you or anything, turns on his heel and beckons one of his new lackeys over.

He opens his mouth, then pauses. "Nevermind, I'll do it myself."

...

Gun's eyes flit between the similar looking white and pink cans of Sangaria Strawberry Milk and Suntory Strawberry Milk sitting on the convenience store refrigerator shelf.

"Dammit, why are there so many strawberry milk brands," he mutters to himself.

He quickly snatches both of them and walks over to the register to pay.

He jogs across the street back to school. He tries to discreetly leave both cans on your desk before the rest of the class trickles back in as break time comes to an end.

You cautiously pick up one of the cans of strawberry milk sitting on your desk, glancing around the room. Uh, what the... Did someone leave these for you?

You lift and inspect the can. "Do you think this could be poisoned?"

Your friend rolls her eyes. "It's a sealed can. Maybe you just have a secret admirer," she says with a grin and nudge.

It's your turn to roll your eyes at her. You shrug and pop open the can. Your spirits instantly lift after your first sip of the creamy fruity beverage.

Gun watches from his desk with his cheek resting in his palm. A faint, extremely weird unfamiliar feeling beginning to stir in his chest.

-

Gun rests his arms on the railing of the upper section of the roof. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.

The door to the lower level of the roof swings open, and to his surprise, it's you walking in. You don't notice him since he remains out of your line of sight unless you look up.

It's been a long, long school day. After pulling another all-nighter studying last night, you're stressed out and sleep-deprived.

You know you should kick this bad habit, maybe after this exam season ends. Which is also what you told yourself last exam season, but whatever. You fumble your cardigan pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and begin to light one.

Gun raises his eyebrows then chuckles at the sight of Gian High School's perfect and pristine #1 student of all people smoking, and smoking on school grounds to top it off.

You whip your head around at the noise.

Gun immediately ducks his head under the wall thanks to his lightning-quick reflexes.

Nothing but a blank wall behind you. Huh. Maybe the sleep deprivation has you hearing shit now, too.

After enough moments pass, he slowly lifts his head and peeks over the ledge at the back of your silhouette.

He smiles and puts out his own cig, beginning to make his way back in through the stairway door. Your little secret safe with him.