#making out in an alleyway

[radiance1]

Alfred Pennyworth has in fact, perhaps, in the slightest of chances.

Picked up his Master's habit of collecting children as if they were on sale.

He was spending his time on one of those rare vacations he decided to take, it was nice, to relax with only the vague overhanging worry of something going wrong back at the manor that he's gotten very good at ignoring.

Only to come across a child bleeding out in an alley, heavily injured.

He would not be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to help them however he could.

Such is how he acquired a child he later found to be a meta who whished to learn the ways of a butler.

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Danny had escaped from a GIW compound, after having been handed over by his family a while after his reveal. He felt, completely and utterly betrayed, when it happened. His parents, while hurt, he was at least capable of actually seeing them do it, but never would he have thought Jazz would do so as well.

They did it so happily, that he wondered if letting him go really was the greatest thing to happen to this family.

He chained, muzzled, all the ways to bind him they pulled all the stops too, knowing how dangerous he was. He wouldn't have even done anything then, too stunned by his families apart willingness at handing him over to the government.

He hated them.

He hated them so much.

The GIW facility was a terrible, cold, unfeeling place. One where they drilled thoughts into his head again and again until he found himself unconsciously repeating them when his head felt empty, one where his body gained a new mark day by day and pushed through tests, he had no clue of even hoping to comprehend what they would gain out of it.

It was a cold, unfeeling place. Placed in a cell of white and nothing else, with low walls and chains binding his body in place until the time came for another experiment.

It was a room he grew used to. One he even held some kind of strange, twisted affection for.

It was a room that held a tiny piece of safety, of rest. It was a room that taught him to hate.

A deep, powerful, disgusting, twisting hatred that crawled from the depths of his cells, corrupting his blood and carving itself deep into his bones. Forcing it's out of his pores until it practically oozed from his flesh.

It drowned his mind, tainting each and every thought, every memory, every dream, every waking moment until he could feel nothing but hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.

When he was taken out of that he could feel nothing, with the drugs swimming their way through his blood that snapped the thin string keeping him between a person and an emotionless puppet.

He thinks that's what the GIW thinks he is.

And when he was placed back in that room, he could only hate.

It was a cycle. Stuck between feeling either nothing or hatred.

He hated feeling nothing, it made him feel like he wasn't real. Like it snapped the thread that held him between what a real person was and a dream.

So, he allowed himself to drown deep into his hatred. Until the white walls of his far to small room seemed to fade, until whatever sound he could have heard became nothing but dull noise.

Until the passage of time seemed to become just a blink.

He didn't know what day it was, when he saw it. Saw them. He didn't know the time, the date, the day, the hours. He knew nothing.

But he could recognize his family. Recognize one of the objects of his intense hatred that he forced his thoughts too. The people who willingly gave him up just like that and one of the causes for his current life.

He didn't know why they showed him them, he felt it some sick, utterly cruel joke. A joke he didn't know the punchline for, a joke the universe sent his way to make his life all the more miserable.

There were multiple of them. Multiple clones of his family. Som within test tubes, some being pulled out from the tubes, some walking around in lab coats. A waste of talent, they called it in his dad's case, a waste of intelligence in his mother's, and a waste of intellect in his sister's case.

His original family was already dead, he was told. Replaced by clones, clones that took over the legal decision to change his guardianship. Clones walking around twisting and desecrating his family.

'At least it was painless.' One of the clones said, talking with his mother's face. 'Far more than they deserved for having keeping a thing like him' spoken by his father's imposter.

The drugs pumping through his system to keep him calm, to keep him feeling nothing was suddenly pierced through by an intense feeling of horror, hate and self-loathing.

He should've known it wasn't his family. He should've done more! More to protect them! To keep them safe! The could've still been alive if he just knew.

In that moment, watching imposters speaking, walking, talking, breathing, with his families faces. He exploded. Exploded with a power fueled by nothing but his intense hatred for every. Single. Living being in this goddamn facility.

He killed whoever stood in his way. Managing to get his hands on relatively newly designed weapon, an ectoplasmic scythe (that also apparently could revert into an everyday item). Which he used to rip and tear throughout the entirety of the facility. He got injured, of course, he couldn't dodge everything, but he didn't care.

A body stuck between life and death, incapable of fully going one way or the other no matter what happened. Gifted supernatural powers fueled by wrath and twisting hatred and a weapon made by man yet in the range of the supernatural.

They didn't stand a change. He killed them all. No matter who it was, man, woman, clone. He didn't, couldn't care. He could only kill, only maim, only hurt.

And that's what he did.

It was then, when the facility was blanketed with silence tainted by despair, death and hysteria. When previously white walls were covered by blood, and the halls turned into rivers of blood and corpses. That he broke down, the overwhelming hatred he felt replaced by relief then sadness then self-loathing.

His family didn't give him up! But they were killed. Kill because of him. He couldn't stand being in this place, anymore. His body felt as if it were moving on unseen strings as it walked through the halls, the scythe shrinking back what it was when out of combat, his mind too occupied by thoughts and feelings.

It walked through a portal, one to the ghost zone, and then promptly into another portal and spat him out into an alleyway. Which he then promptly collapsed and curled into a ball, curing the shrunken scythe in his palm and he was out like a light.

A few days after he woke up, he found himself growing attached to the human that found him in that alleyway. An old man, maybe, but a nice one. He didn't want to meet anyone, besides that man, so he turned invisible when anyone else come into contact with him.

Alfred Pennyworth.

It was a name he clung onto mentally and a man he clung onto physically as well. He wanted to be like that man, someone so nice and caring, someone who didn't mind that he turned invisible at the sing of another person, who let him cling onto him both invisible and not whenever he wanted to.

He did panic when he heard Alred saying his vacation was over, and such that he had to leave. He didn't want to be left alone again, he didn't know what he would do if he was left alone again.

Until Afred said we were going home.

We. As in, him plus another. Alfred plus Danny.

Home.

Heat blossomed in his chest, seeming to replace the constant, low hum of hate sitting beneath him skin.

Home.

[honkygay]

Gay ass vampire wizard dude-non-dude and his rich puppy boyfriend

anyways drew my boys again <33 someone come and kiss em.

[iero]

It was an uphill battle but they didn't know, but they didn't know, we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off

[muuuumin]

Jason crashing a masquerade ball that all the Waynes are attending just so he can sneak a dance with Tim. Formal attire with his own mask and everything.

[magiefish]

Died 2022 born 1848 Welcome back Jean Jacket

[rowanthestrange]

Doggy DNA test results are back, and baby Cody is none of the breeds anyone thought he was.

he is…

*drumroll*

Quarter Cocker Spaniel (cute and fluffy yay! Guess that’s where his slightly curly tail hair comes from)

Quarter XL Bully/Pit-and-mix (the UK’s answer to the banned pitbull that just also got banned)

and Half Belgian Malinois (German Shepherd on Hard Mode)

😬🥲 Pray for him, and us lol

Though the people we used also give you relative links, and there’s a dog which has low genetic match but high breed match (so they’re not directly related but their root breeds are very similar) and damn true. Roch even does the ear thing.

[wizardnuke]

thought about professor caleb a little too hard. laying on the floor

[ranvwoop]

vwoops quick no shame tumblr PSA (mobile)

SETTINGS. play with stuff in here, there r a few I think r most importantest

nobody shares their likes + followers on tumblr, it's like the telltale sign of a new user ^^;; they are for you and liking your mutuals no note posts for realsies.

but you're not going to see your mutuals no note posts! but they're the most important part of tumblr... unless...

now you can see your mutuals' no note posts. there are some other algorithm-driven content in here, but it's not nearly as intrusive as best stuff first. (the "best stuff" is NOT the best stuff :( )

while we're here, as labeled, you can filter content — sorta tumblr's muting system, in "content you see". filtered tags takes exact terms and the one below it takes pieces of words in the body of the post. if you filter "mcyt", for example, it will also filter "mcytblr" or "ajjdskshmcytajshjsk". You can also filter blog names if you really don't want to see them on your dash using this (including reblogs from them) which the block button does not do.

this is all you need to know tbh, have fun :).

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

do you think they tried at all. i cant see it ending well

blaine: stop-- i- i don't want to go in there--

blaine: c'mon. tell me honest this time. take me to spader.

[sophieswundergarten]

This definitely has to do with me talking to @heyitsthatonesmolgay and hearing all her fantastic ideas lately (Please go give her some love for being just amazing!!), but I really love the idea of post-series Jackson and Jillson both having a bad day and coming home from work and finding a stray cat/dog each.

And when they get home, they're both surprised to see the other one has found an animal too, and they're worried the little puppy and kitten won't get along, especially since they were both abandoned.

But they instantly take to each other!!! J&J can't get them to separate, and the little animals fall asleep on top of each other as soon as they get fed and follow one another everywhere

[lavenoon]

Scratch an Itch (And You), Canon Drabble, ~2.2K Words

Dusk and Robin take the long way home, and get a little distracted.

Set post-confession, and well into their relationship. Inspired by these prompts: On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside. "If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it's on you." Suggestive make-out session ahead <3

Prompts from this list <3

[mechahero]

//wip that I'm never going to finish so I'm posting it here lol

You find yourself transfixed. Rooted to the spot in which you stand and your eyes follow him. His clothing is eye catching, bright colors all but announcing his presence. And yet, you can't help but find it odd that no one is paying attention to him even as he cuts through the crowd like a hot knife through butter. Even as you look deeper and notice the bright pink of his shirt is stained dark with blood.

He walks past you. His eyes slowly lifting upwards from the ground in which they were focused on. Your breath hitches as he looks at you. The way he looks at you is strange. He does not look at you like a person, he looks at you like meat. He smiles, eyes scrunching up through the eyeholes of the stark white mask he wears. He makes a waving motion. He wants you to follow him.

[wickedhawtwexler]

i'm annoyed by one (1) irritating noise coming from my neighbors' apartment. i'm going to relocate to a coffeeshop full of people and sit right next to a noisy machine.

[maythray]

Objectober Day 4: Maple

Identity talks with your friend, the corpse :)

(please click for better quality!! rbs > likes!!)

[iwtvdramacd18]

I do hope you guys are interacting with those posts with the understanding I think Daniel is a well written character and I think the way his whiteness functions compared to how Lestat's whiteness functions is something that while angers me to witness it's not a flaw of the writing at all. I think it adds a ton to the narrative. I think the very fact we get to see old white liberal journalist as the character we are sort of stuck with wrt Dubai/ current time (if I recall correctly even from the start in Dubai era we are with Daniel the entire time, even during him falling asleep we are with him and its possible he could have heard at least part of Louis talking to "Rashid" over the intercom) is an incredible choice wrt a story that not only deals with memory but also the nature of narrative itself. If we compare that to how both Louis and Claudia's narratives are recalled in terms of characters we are following, who is to say that Dubai era isn't a recalling in itself? Just by Daniel.

[b0nes-mcgee]

One (1) good thing about guys: they will talk to you about Batman, his emotional trauma, and his 7 emotionally traumatized kids. One (1) bad thing about guys: will not talk to you about Batman ships.