#motherfucker i'm pouncing

[jortsonfilm]

how to get over the loss of fumbling a bad bitch

*not locking down a mid century modern writing desk on facebook marketplace

[pansyfemme]

jude + he/him + twenty

art account: @fagboyfriend

music recs/indie pop uploads blog: @upforabit

i'm a trans, queer, and disabled art student, diehard indie-popper, colorfreak and amateur tboy appriciator from the east coast. i post about music and comics and art and my boyfriendddddd💖💖💖 and all my other favorite topics with frequency.

testimonals from real life jude pansyfemme friends on why i’m epic and you should follow me:

“jude is one of the sweetest people to ever grace this planet and one sexy motherfucker” - M, jude’s number one coffee shop buddy

“he’s just a little guy” - L, jude tolerator (and fan) since 2022

“you’re legally not allowed to be mean to him” - F, jude’s bestie for life maybe

“1# boyfriend. in the world. 💖” - you can probably guess this one

follow at ur own risk, i do not tag and i reblog nudity, sex jokes, discussions of kink or other things generally considered nsfw <3

putting a short faq under cut bc. i get the same questions a lot. check it before you ask about my icon or header or anything

faq:

Art blog/Commissions? @fagboyfriend is the blog. dm me and i can send you my professional portfolio site/organized portfolio/past commission work if you’re interested in commissions. closed for a little bit since im moving into college atm but still hmu if you have interest in originals ive posted or have a project you dont mind a few months waitlist on <3

How long have you been on T/How long have you been transitioning? I came out at 12 years old, started blockers at 14 and HRT later that same year, and had top surgery at 17, making me 5.5 years on t and 3 years post op, and transitioning/out for about eight years.

What’s your tagging system?/What does this tag mean? #Jude pansyfem irl is for selfies and ootds. #songposting is my now retired method for posting song links. (all new song links are now at @upforabit) #echo is the name of my boyfriend, it’s posts that remind me of him, my interactions with him, etc. (that tag is very lovey-dovey and really just for him to look through) other than that i don’t usually tag. you can expect untagged nudity and sex, at this point you have been warned twice so dont get on my ass about it 👍 my blog my rules

What show/game/comic is your icon from? its a cropped version of the album cover of the 1999 album “shake the pounce” by vancouver based twee pop band Gaze. It’s a favorite album of mine as well as just a cool little guy i like a lot

Where is your header from? a painting i did in gouache a year or two ago and thought would make a nifty header.

How do I refer to you/How do you identify? I’m a queer femme transgender man. I use he/him pronouns and masculine terms. i like many genders, i’m strictly t4t and primarily interested in men though. i enjoy femme/gnc gender presentation, but i do not identify as anything other than a binary ftm transgender person. I do not use they/them and have not at any point in recent history. referring to me as such is misgendering/degendering and will probably get you blocked like any other misgendering.

What compliments are okay? most are okay, masc or fem. so pretty, handsome, all thats good 👍 i am a taken man tho so if you flirt with me hard or dm me looking for pics or something you prob wont get much of a response.

What style are you wearing/where do you get your clothes? I originally identified as a decora boy, but i kinda do my own thing these days. I like bright color and clashing patterns and maximallism. I shop a variety of places, but a lot of my stuff is from Kei Collective and Candy Trap. All of my kandi and most of my jewlery is homemade.

What is Twee/Do you Make Music? Twee is a music genre I developed a special interest in a few years back. It's a style of indie pop that originated after the UK rise of the famous c86 compilation tape in the late eighties, and was developed with a focus on low-fidelity, diy sound combined with upbeat, bubblegum-y pop sentiments and a naive, childlike outlook. It's both cute and somewhat rough around the edges. I do not make music, and don’t hold any musical skill. I’m just a major fan.

Do you have a DNI? I haven't in a long time, due to it being pretty frequently ignored and my following count growing to the point i can't really control that anymore. I can and will block people, but i feel my opinions are made fairly clear through what I post here.

[witchthewriter]

do you have any headcannons about nadja of antipaxos with a shy girlfriend?? do you think she would tease them alot(especially during sex), would she be really soft around them, or how would she try to help them come out of their shell?

𝐍𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐬/𝐨:

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, 🔞18+ talk so no minors please!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 thank you for your question!

ENTJ

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Scorpio Rising

・What your question reminds me of is Jenna back in season 1 where Nadja sees her being bullied and goes 'She's gonna make those motherfuckers pay' (obviously not in those exact words as I cannot remember)

・And then without thinking she makes Jenna into a vampire so she can get her revenge

・But I think Nadja has a part of her that's soft for girls that are outsiders, or forgotten about or deemed unworthy.

・She would definitely help the girl/young woman come out of her shell. Either by changing them into a vampire (if they so desire), because that would definitely be her first option in helping you

・Then she would bring a piece of parchment, an inkpot and quill - and ask about what scares you. After writing it down, she would go and experience your fears with you

・I don't think she would tease you, not until you have spent a lot of time together. I'm talking like a couple months to years. Because she knows it would be cruel to tease someone who isn't confident give tit for tat.

・But when you have sex, she does like to tease you, to make you beg for what you want. She likes to hear it.

・Nadja would flirt with you here and there throughout your time together

・But when she keeps on seeing you, there's this tension that would start building

・And her playfulness starts to dissipate and transform into lust

・She would try to keep it from you but it would be way too obvious with her comments about how good you look or how nice you smell

・And obviously you ... have the same feelings ... so you give the same comments. And for a while, it's a sort of cat and mouse game.

・And then one day, she just ... pounced on you. And with as much vigor, you reciprocated.

・Being around Nadja just gives you this extra confidence.

・If you stayed human, then she would be into blood play - sucking a little of your blood from your neck and kissing you

・She's obsessed with your smell and the way your body moves when you're together

・She could smell you from a mile away

・Oh and she would LOVE public sex. She has absolutely no shame. Because she can get away with anything and everything.

・There are no limits with Nadja; she can help you to transform into the person you want to be easily

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Curious and Wide-Eyed x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute

Literal Angel (You) x Smooth Devil (Nadja)

Cold Hearted (Nadja) x The One Who Makes Them Soft (You)

𝑹𝒐��𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆    

Older Woman Woos Younger Woman

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

[5eraphim]

swinging out the gate with pure filth but i recently stumbled upon a scout voice line that made me cream my pants (tumblr doesn't allow links as anon so i'm putting extra parentheses to make sure it doesn't appear as one (https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/4/48/Scout_domination20.wav))

anyways it got me heavy thinking about dom scout because i really truly think this boy is a sadistic motherfucker. huge ego and need to be the best, especially growing up the youngest sibling? having someone stupidly fucked out for him blows his mind.

and i KNOW for a FACT he has a daddy kink, too, and wants a real title to hear the power he has in the moment (plus there's another scout voice line that says "come to daddy" so it's essentially confirmed because i said so).

he's still a little bit of a teenage horndog about it, rolling his eyes back and getting a little nervous when you actually do submit, because he was prepared for a fight.

i would almost say he prefers it, wanting the struggle and the power that comes with quelling the flame in you but never fully, trying to push buttons to get you to give him a shove or a nasty remark so he has an excuse to pounce on you like a predator.

"yeah? you like that? gettin' fucked on daddy's dick?" almost really talking to himself when he drills into you as fast as he physically can, positioned in missionary because he wants to see that pretty face (and tits).

he wants to see overstimulation paint your features, you know that. he also wants to see that feisty side of you just so he can tame it. you push his abdomen the best you can, hands really just shoving his shirt that he didn't bother to take off. it's not working, and all he can do is laugh at your pathetic attempt.

you yank the dog tags that dangle in front of your face, sort of wet because of the sweat he's pouring, not due of the physicality but rather that he's so worked up and thrilled that he's heating up. the chain wrings around the back of his neck a little, not necessarily doing the damage you hoped for. in fact, you can see a switch flip and his eyes darken. uh oh.

his hands slam around your neck, having previously been attached to your waist, and squeeze so hard your vision goes fuzzy at the edges and all the blood rushes from your head. "you wanna choke me? how's it feel ta be fuckin' choked, huh? stupid bitch." he's degrading, harsh because he knows he can be. your eyes well u with tears, threatening to spill, and he grins like a wolf. he loves it.

"oh, what, you gonna cry? you gonna cry now?" he spits at you. that's all it takes before the waterworks start, cooling your warm cheeks and letting him know he's won this round.

there's nothing that stops you from cumming on his cock, completely overwhelmed by feeling and so far gone that it doesn't even matter. scout's overjoyed that he's got a pretty girl so fucking stupid for him that she can't even control her body anymore. he gets so high off the feeling that he can't help but bark out every filthy thought and word he has, a reminder that he is conscious enough to talk and you're so braindead you can't form a word.

"aww" he wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb, "don' cry kid, i'm not even bein' that cruel!" he taps his thumb against your lips, scowling when you turn your head to avoid his digit. he grabs your chin to force your eyes on his. "open up and suck my fuckin' thumb or ill replace it with my cock and fuck your face."

im making my mark as 👽 emoji because i will 100% be back to write more

HELL O?? HELLO 👽!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!! MAKING OUT WITH THE SIDE OF YOUR NECK RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK

thank you so much for sending me this, a bit blown awayy right now, i must say. top-tier scout characterization, on GOD. He is MEAN. he is literally a one man bully squad- of course he's gonna overdo it act like a total maniac getting nasty with his obsession.

i love this because i love writing Scout as on the more dominant side, but in a almost playfully sadistic kind of way.

[themissingnumbers]

[@blue-tearss - previously, yet again.]

WARNING: At this point this entire thing is getting pretty intense in general. Warning for descriptions and illustrations of gore (specifically face and eye trauma), and a general emphasis on horror.

As the knife comes down upon him, Red does not fight back.

Red takes it.

Each swing. Each cut. Each slash.

over and over and over and over and over and

Biting pain.

The burn of an old blade.

It stings. Gods, it stings.

But to hurt is to be alive. To bleed is to be real.

He's something that is living.

Even if 'something' is not human.

Even though he's not sure what it could be anymore.

So he lets the knife glide through his skin.

Lets himself be flayed and mangled and marred.

Lets the blood flow from his wounds, and from his throat.

Because he knows it, sees it, tastes it in Blue's code.

How familiar this dying face is to him.

It makes it all the more hilarious.

Red's face, shoulders, and chest are a sanguine mess of ragged lacerations, staining the front of his shirt with the hue of a dark, dull purple, colored like rotten blood from a lifeless body. Even through the blue dye in the air, he refuses to be colored like everything else- colors of the Missing One prevailing, even with the lack of the man's typical palette corruption.

As if in tandem with the sudden absence of those horrible flickering bars that typically crawl across Red's skin and hair, Glitch City... calms. The mass eating at Blue relents when his assault ends. There's a distinct heaviness to the air, though. Each piece of the world that craved to rip and tear and consume, now twitching, bubbling, boiling underneath them. A dreadful kind of suspense.

A predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

It is waiting.

Red runs a hand down his face, over flesh marred beyond recognition, fingers tracing the dips and exposed muscle even though it burns more and more under the contact.

A single in-tact eye burns into the other.

Somehow, he still.

fucking.

SMILES.

"Y'know, I never thought I'd end up on the receiving end," he croaks, voice half-drowned by the blood that flows freely into his mouth.

"I'd always wondered what the motherfucker upstairs had been through. Thanks for giving me something educational to take from this, pal."

He spits his words at the other, underlined by the awful wet noises of viscera catching in his throat.

He steps forward, aiming to meet the other in the middle. Blue can see him trembling, shaky, unsteady on his feet- it hurts, oh Gods it hurts. It hurts more than he can describe. This pain is unfamiliar. Even if he welcomes the lack of numbness, it still hurts. It hurts. Each step he takes is more and more akin to a shambling corpse, a zombie freshly risen and struggling to hold itself upright. It hurts. It hurts.

"It's a little funny how you say you're not desperate while tryna hack me to pieces, y'know," he continues, voice growing all the raspier.

Frankly, he should be impossible to understand at this point. But there's something supplemental under his gargled mutterings- whispers on whispers from every side, quiet, but just loud enough to make each and every word clear.

"Whaddya think, that I'm stupid, or are you just in denial that badly...? I mean, when I get bored, I don't go out of my way to slaughter some doppelganger of the guy I hate most, in th' boring ol' way I did it every time before... Where's the fun in doin' something different if ya go about it the exact same, huh? You're BORED, but you aren't lookin' to change a single fuckin' thing, just attacking some pooooor defenselesss motherfucker that ya don't even know anything 'bout, don't got any grudges t' hold against...

But heyyy, heheh, it's allll in a place where your actions don't matter, cus it ain't even yyour world, must be sooo much easier, no aftermath t' worry about, that must be what yyYOU think, hhahaha..."

As he goes on, each word is more drawn out, quieter and quieter and weaker and weaker, yet biting with a sharpness that stabs deeper than Blue's blade. He babbles and slurs as if drunk- probably going delirious from the blood loss.

But he keeps chuckling, low, soft, and quiet. Barely a giggle under his breath...

Until it begins to crescendo.

Laughter slowly rising, Red tilts his head back, until he's thrown himself into a loud fit of cackling, RIGHT in the other's face, 'til he's wheezing, barely able to BREATHE through his manic laughter, 'til he looks like he could fall backwards if he doesn't catch his breath.

Suddenly, he snaps his head forward- and there IS an audible snap, like bones loudly clicking into place in a single grotesque movement- bringing himself eye to eye with the other. Sickly dull purples flicker into that distinct violent RED with a flare of corruption, cutting through everything with a vivid, bloody color.

"This place is HELL," he snarls, suddenly speaking clear as day, the amusement still glimmering in his one good eye, "but you fail to understand something important; this is MY Hell. And 'infested?' Does not even BEGIN to describe it."

His hand surges forward, grabbing Blue's knife-wielding hand by the wrist. His nails dig in, his fist closes around Blue's, forcing the other to tighten his grip on the handle. Red blood, running down his arm and to his hand in a deluge, mixes with blue, running and swirling together like mismatched paints dropped into a sick palette.

"What happened to MY Blue? You're asking the wrong question. Didn't anyone tell you to do your research before traveling, buddy? You should be asking what happened to ME. Because BLUE is free. BLUE is exactly where he is supposed to be. Far, far away from HERE. Living. Breathing. S A F E. I wouldn't wish him here for ANYTHING- shit, I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. In fact, I genuinely feel fucking BAD that YOU managed to stumble into this shithole, y'know? You're tryin' awful hard to kill my pity, but I really am giving you the benefit of the doubt for how STUPID you're acting."

His hold on Blue's hand strengthens. With a harsh pull, and a grip threatening to either draw blood or break bone, he wrenches the other's fist down-

Forcing him to point the blade directly at his stomach.

He leaves the tip of the knife digging through his shirt and poking his flesh, only just gently enough to avoid breaking skin.

"But lookie here, yeah? Check THIS out, hahaha! If you're ACTUALLY as bored as you say, you must REALLY wanna see something new, right? If you wanna keep using me as your new punching-bag motherfucking PLAYTHING... Start HERE, would you? I bet you'll LOVE what happens next."

In a staggered motion, he releases Blue's hand where he left it. Knife still pointed forward, straight at Red's guts, but now with the freedom to let the other decide his next move.

"Still, though... Hey, let me be CIVIL and give you some actual advice," he continues, and he's heaving again, struggling with every breath, excess blood spilling from between his teeth. The surge of strength falters, and he slumps forward, putting one hand over his chest, gripping his shirt until his knuckles go white. His other hand lingers, the one he'd grabbed Blue with, shaking worse and worse with each passing moment. Red feels sick, his heart and a dozen other horrific things brewing inside of him pounding faster and faster against his ribs, restless and angry, ready to explode out of that cage of bone, simmering just below the surface. It's a nauseating feeling that's synchronized with the greater behavior of Glitch City, all while he struggles to stay awake and keep his mind clear.

"If you have ANY sense of self preservation still about you..." he drawls with an uneasy laugh, eye unfocused as he tries to stare at Blue, "then I suggest y'put that fucking thing away and start looking for an exit before shit gets REALLY ugly. But whatever ya do next, well... it's up to you...!"

Even with his lips tattered, torn off his face, Blue can feel how Red's grin widens.

"Just don't say I never warned you."

[silverliningtears]

BRING IN BOEING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, FUCK!!

Honestly wat a ride!!

Mew

Man, Mew is one scary motherfucker!! He had Boston on his knees lmaoo, and that's after punching him and almost playing his sextape TO HIS FATHER!!

Book ate this ngl. Power moves left and right. The true MVP for 2 weeks straight. But after this high comes the crash, jumping into a relationship with ur best friend who is madly in love with you so soon after getting cheated on is not the win he seems to think it is.

Also, reputation era mew dresses like Ray lol.

Ray

Speaking of Ray, man you apologized to EVERYONE except SAND, the one u called a whore?the one who followed u and saved your life? Look at your life and your choices, boy...

He's been waiting for Mew to give him a chance for so long, he's obviously gonna take it lol. But feel like it's gonna hurt him in the long run.

Finally,we met Daddy Ray!!didn't think it would happen!! Thinking he's gonna play a bigger part in the coming eps, esp with Sand..

Raymew getting together now right now is gonna destroy them both. Mew has not dealt with any of the baggage yet. And he has this idea of "no more mister nice guy/boring virgin" so feel like Ray's addiction is gonna play a bigger part in their "relationship" now.Mew is gonna wanna "let loose" and we see the police in the preview.

Ray is basking in the glory of "getting" Mew, he's obviously gonna celebrate with drinks and drugs.

A shame cos, him denying he's an alcoholic to Sand, i thought we'd finally see some discussion on his dependence and abuse, but NOPE, NOT TODAY, why can't I have nice things?

In the preview, we see him interrupting Sand's hookup AGAIN. Hope we get some conflict in the Sandray dynamic. I want some pushback from Sand.

Sand

Babygirl I love you. You're so sexy, don't do this urself haha...

I was hoping that Ray's dad paid him to look after him and that's why he's immediately all buddy buddy with ray. Since the scene kinda cut out, I'm still holding out hope for it to be true.

I can kinda see him agreeing to it like, oh this guy already thinks im just a whore, why not get paid??

But he did say he doesn't see money in love and friendship. I remember First saying that Sand has to deal with his all his feelings alone in the series and it just makes me feel sad for him.BRING BOEING BACK ALREADY!!

in the future eps, I want to see Ray absolutely obsessed with Sand and being soo pathetic about him. Like foaming at the mouth over Sand talking to Boeing anyone.

On the fence about their endgame tho. I love firstkhao but this ain't healthy man, my heart is hurting. Do Not take the fall for Ray next week, pls!! I'm on my knees here kinda like boston

NICKY BOY

My other baby girl, imma give you like one more ep to cry over Boston, then u gotta move on, c'mon son!

Also, interesting how he didn't reveal it was Sand who gave the sex audio to Boston, but immediately told Mew about Gap, the weirdo. Like, That was Life Ruining Info™ and he just gave it away lol.

Boston

Well, well,well,how the turntables...

Neo is killing it, i don't know if anyone else would be able to pull off Boston so well.

Kitty seemingly lost his claws this week,but he's waiting for a chance to pounce alright. He's just licking his wounds for now. But, all of the mewkarma was so satisfying.

Top

Broooo, he's sobbing all alone in his bed, thinking about past dates. Honestly i cackled like a witch.

No more Mr.Top Tier then?

I expect more grovelling and begging from him, maybe then he'll become more interesting to me idk

[helluvaoutlaw]

Heart to Heart

As Striker stepped into Crimson's opulent mansion in the Greed ring, he felt a chill creeping up his spine despite the warm interior. The imposing shark bodyguards flanked him, their presence a constant reminder of the power Crimson wielded.

He had been summoned by the imp mafia boss, probably to give him another task.

In the lavish living room, Crimson awaited, his smile oozing with false warmth.

"Ah, Striker, my old friend, welcome! Come in, come in, want something to drink? Something to eat?"

Crimson greeted, his tone unsettlingly cordial.

Suspicion gnawed at Striker's gut. Crimson's overly friendly demeanor felt like a facade, a thinly veiled trap waiting to spring shut. Nevertheless, he played along, feigning a smile of his own.

He did not sit down when offered a chair, nor accepted anything to eat and drink.

"Crimson, good to see you again. What can I do for you?"

Crimson's smile widened, but there was a cruel glint in his eyes that sent shivers down Striker's spine.

"Oh, Striker, it's not what you can do for me. It's what I will do to you."

Confusion flickered across Striker's features. This wasn't what he expected.

"What...?"

Before he could react, Crimson's demeanor shifted, his expression darkening as he signaled to his guards. In an instant, they pounced, seizing Striker and pinning him down with brutal efficiency.

Realization dawned on Striker too late. Crimson hadn't called him here for a job; he'd called him here to settle a score.

Fear and rage clenched at his heart as Crimson's sadistic intentions became clear.

"You washed-up mafioso BASTARD!!"

He hissed, struggling against his captors, and with his tail he actually managed to whip the face of one of them, temporarily blinding him.

He kicked and punched and bit, but the sharks were too many and too heavy.

They took his angelic guns, rope and knife at the door, and he was mentally kicking himself for being so stupid.

Crimson merely chuckled, relishing in his prey's futile attempts at escape.

The mafia boss's calm demeanor belied the storm brewing within him as he approached Striker, cigar smoke swirling around him like a sinister fog.

"You see, Striker," Crimson began, his voice a low, menacing rumble, "You failed me. And in my line of work, failure cannot go unpunished. Your brilliant plan to kidnap Blitz and Fizzarolli, nearly cost me everything."

As the acrid smoke stung Striker's eyes, Crimson's words cut deep, each syllable dripping with venomous disdain.

"One of my best lawyers, gone at the hands of Asmodeus. Half of my men, decimated by Blitz's and that clown's crazy antics. And let's not forget the warehouse debacle. All our resources, all our hard work, reduced to rubble in an instant."

The weight of Crimson's fury bore down on Striker, suffocating him with the realization of the chaos he had wrought. His stomach churned as he braced for Crimson's wrath to come crashing down upon him.

"And now, cowboy..."

Crimson continued, his voice calm and cold.

"You and Blitz will pay for every single problem you've caused me. Every setback, every loss, will be repaid in blood."

"Oooh, I'm trembling in my boots-GAAHH!"

Striker cried out when Crimson put the lit cigar on his cheek, burning him, using him as an ashtray.

"You better tone down that Wrathian arrogance of yours, cowboy."

With a sharp snap of his fingers, Crimson commanded his men to secure Striker, their movements swift and decisive. Striker's protests were futile as they bound his hands and feet, rendering him powerless.

"Take him to the cellar. Let him meet his cellmate."

Crimson ordered while smirking evilly.

As Striker was forcibly taken away, a sense of dread washed over him.

He needed to escape, but how?

As the sharks unceremoniously threw him inside a dark cellar made of concrete and steel, Striker raged against the reinforced door, punching it several times and even leaving a few dents.

"I'M GONNA RIP YOUR ORGANS AND FEED 'EM TO MY HORSE, YOU MISERABLE MOTHERFUCKER!!"

@tangledfate

[redjaybathood]

Honestly idle rambling on my part but the "Jason finds out Dick killed Joker" thing made me imagine like.

Stephanie and Red Hood had an understanding.

If they had some kind of common enemy, they'd be fine with collaborating, share info and the like. Jason would ensure to not make her an accessory to anything, and she'd not involve herself with cases against him.

The other didn't like it, even Cass tended to be a bit grumpy with her but barring Bruce rambling about manipulation and morality and unreliability nothing much came of it. He'd worked with Bane over a faux familial connection after all, and all of them had nominal enemies they could share a drink with, Catwoman not withstanding.

Thus, how Steph had found herself fighting King Shark to destroy some weapons shipments with Red Hood. And more to the point, how she found herself after the fact having a bobba tea with him as they wrapped up the traffickers files.

She couldn't say exactly what brought it out, something to do with gangs and wars and death led to her death and...

"It doesn't bother you? That thy let him walk? Not even a memorial in the cave." Bruce would say this was manipulation, Stephanie would say Jason picked morbid conversation topics with people he vibed with and not realize it was weird.

Stephanie threw back a cola stolen from the traffickers minifridge and answered. "I mean the last one pisses me off sure, but the others... Well I'm kinda pissy at the second one, we're vigilantes, nothing was stopping B from putting Mask in hospital once he got his shit together but that might have started another war so..." She waved her hand. "As to the first one, I made the call not to kill him, kinda regret it some days, but it was an honest decision at the time."

Jason hums, not seeming sure what to say or maybe realizing this was a weird topic to broach. "Fair enough I suppose, still always struck me as 'rude' though, not that its a surprise."

Stephanie arched her brow and without thinking said, "Hey you know Nightwing killed Joker over you right?"

Jason spat out his drink.

"wHaT!?"

"Oh shit you didn't know?"

Jason was staring at her intently, through two laters of material sure but it was still a stare.

"I was like fifteen, Joker was on some semi suicidial chaos spree and he'd caught then Robin. Nightwing beat him senseless but stopped himself till the Joker threw out your name and was all, 'I hit him harder than that, that was his name right?'" Stephanie at least had the good manners not to throw out people's real names in public.

She leaned back, arms folding, "At which point Nightwing lost his motherfucking mind. Pounced on him and just started beating him while howling like a beast, I have never seen such blood spatters outside of like, car crashes and Meta."

She shrugged, "Anyway Joker's heart gave out somehow and Nightwing sort of started having a breakdown about it. I didn't get it I was like, 'hey everyone who was alive before this is alive now and Joker's dead, cool right' But apparently I was the only one."

Jason nodded slowly, "Batman brought him back then?"

"Got it one one outlaw, some shit about not forcing him to live with it, which sounds weird to me but technically Robin the previous has killed a guy but cos he didn't actually die it didn't count I guess? I mean legally speaking sure but I figured this was always an ethics issue."

Jason shook his head not really paying attention to the forms anymore.

"You OK man?"

He shrugged, "I mean it doesn't mean anything now, Joker's still around, still killing people, but it was a nice sentiment. I definitely wouldn't have been making cracks about him if I'd known that."

"Fair enough, anyway if we're cool I'm gonna go hand these off to some worthwhile reporters."

"Sure, I got my own stuff to do, deniability for you an all that though."

"Yeah, yeah, have a good one man," She clapped him on the shoulder and he seemed steady so she left.

A week later Joker died in an Arkham break out attempt.

Also Dick got a very nice fruit basket several days before that.

Stephanie was the only one who knew the connection, but she kept her peace.

Things that I love: Stephanie and Jason partnering up, Joker dying, and this. Thank you for sharing!

[star--anon]

I'm bored let's talk Warriors Cats Gladers

YOU READ THAT RIGHT. FUCK YEAH. I'M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT GRIND. NOW WITH STUPIDITY TENFOLD

Thomas: Brightpaw/Brightwind

Prefix Bright- because he symbolizes hope UwU with a -wind suffix because. running

Alby: Leafstar/Leafpounce

something nature-related for the Glade. He's leader so he gets the automatic -star treatment, but I feel like his warrior name would've been something like -pounce or -scratch (Leafscratch doesn't sound right, though)

Newt: Newtfire/Newtstar

Newt- is a valid warriors cats prefix, and I wanted to give him a -fire suffix to balance with Alby's nature theme

Minho: Rushclaw

Prefix Rush- for obvious reasons, and -claw because that man knows nothing but Violence™ (it's okay we love him for it)

Chuck: Softpaw/Softwind

He's Softpaw for most of book one. He's given his warrior name when he gets shot by Gally and bleeds out in Thomas' arms. He tells Thomas that, in a world where he could've lived, he would've wanted to be named Softwind. Named after Thomas himself, whose warrior name is Brightwind.

Kinda like Badgerfang?

In Safe Haven, they carve Chuck's warrior name into the rock.

Teresa: Falconcall

Falcons hunt by dropping out of the air at speeds above 200mph, and that kind of SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER energy really suits Teresa. Suffix -call because of her telepathy with Thomas

Gally: Scorchbite

Another character who gets a fiery name :D Plus -bite as a suffix because, again, Violence™

Brenda: Morningstorm

Suffix -storm just fits her. I'm not sure how to explain it. She's so unpredictable yet somehow so cool and collected as well. Also prefix Morning- to represent change/a fresh start because Scorch Trials

Jorge: Lionhunt

Thought about giving him the -star suffix, but figured someone like movie Jorge wouldn't take on the leader name, even if he was in a leadership role. So I just gave him the prefix Lion- instead (king of the jungle, yadda yadda)

Blondie: Fangspider

equal parts stupid and threatening. what more could you ask for from the man that shot Thomas

[mark-of-chrysus]

I had an idea for a time loop, but it has more to do with Viral Hit - and if those characters were also in a time loop. It also has a lot of crack in it.

What if Taehoon and Daniel meet in one of the time loops during middle school and Taehoon is new to the time loops, but seeing a poor kid get beat up tugs at him and he decided to help Daniel train.

Eventually he meets Yeonwoo and Dowoon earlier and Dowoon survives (bc I don't want him to die) and he rescues them more successfully this time around. He also makes other friends who do different martial arts and they go around beating up bullies and gangsters

He still does have the 'bully' reputation, but it's more like Vasco's this time around. Cue Daniel actually getting in shape but not looking like a completely different person - like buff and tall with some chub) when he somehow goes to J High and meets Gun and Crystal.

Gun tries to fight with him and Taehoon subsequently finds out his friend student got beat up and decides Guess I'll 1080 kick this guy.

Cue Gun simping for Taehoon and hitting on him and Taehoon actually not hating it - all while Daniel is trying to get with Jay and keep the fighting psycho Crystal's bodyguard away, Taehoon's friends wheezing, and Yoo Hobin company betting on this weird guy's weird flirting tactics.

I'm so sorry for how long this idea was.😭 I just had a crack idea and wanted to share.

(Okay so, I haven't actually gotten around to ready Viral Hit yet, but I did some research and I think I did quite well for myself. Thoughts? Also, love, love, love the prompt, and thank you very much for it. If you have any other similar or different ideas feel free to send them my way!)

Danny, despite all his training and losing so much of his weight, still had baby fat on his cheeks, making him look like a squirrel. That was the first of Taehoon's problems. The second came in the form of one psychotic black-eyed bodyguard currently standing over the fallen form of his young stupid little squirrel-faced minion.

He.Saw.Red.

The motherfucker didn't even know what hit him until his face was plastered on the sidewalk and Taehoon was staring down at him with contempt with one leg still raised in the air. The newly dubbed 'satan's secret lovechild' rose slowly and turned to the brown-haired boy with what could only be described as an utterly filthy look. While outward the boy remained nonchalant he was inwardly squirming with a mix of disgust and worry.

"Gun stop this or I'll have my father pair you up with Goo again." The girl who had watched the whole debacle go down finally intervened when 'satan's secret lovechild' looked ready to pounce (and not entirely in an aggressive fight-y way).

The bodyguard grumbled but complied and got into the driver's seat of the car while Taehoon lifted Danny up by his arm. The smaller boy squirmed as the taekwondo prodigy let go of his arm only to grab him by the ear and begin lecturing him.

"Have I taught you nothing-"

The car drove out of the parking lot and the bickering pair was left behind, although Gun's thoughts kept straying to the strong boy. In the passenger seat, Crystal discreetly shifted closer to the window and tried to ignore the perverted grin on her bodyguard's face with all her might. She did not want to know what weird fantasies he was currently having and she sent a quick prayer for the pitiful soul that had attracted his eye.

[ungarmax]

🐈

You gave me a cat, so I'm going to talk about my cats. Some interesting factoids about them:

The first cat I can remember was my cat Puff. He was a fluffy black cat that I named after Puff the Magic Dragon, because I have always named my cats after characters, even when I was like 7, apparently.

I used to draw Puff everywhere. I particularly remember drawing him as a firefighter for some reason.

I once had a cat who had two kittens, and I named the kittens Sephiroth and Quistis. Quistis was semi-feral and never came around (they were outdoor cats), but Sephiroth was quite nice. It turned out Sephiroth was a girl, and she lived a good, long indoor life with my niece after being renamed Penny Pinknose.

My family had a thing for a while about naming all our pets after different kinds of cheeses. This started when my sister decided to name her kitten Cheese.

The fandom I have had the most pets named after is Ace Attorney. I've had Phoenix, Apollo, Miles, and Franziska. Part of the reason Miles and Fran have their names was because I've had three pets named after Harry Potter characters, and I didn't want that to be the fandom I had the most pets named after anymore.

My next highest amount of pets named after a certain fandom is a tie between Metal Gear Solid and Homestuck. Yes, in case you didn't know, Pounce was a Homestuck cat. I'm not sorry because Homestuck is not actually a thing I'm ashamed of liking.

One time I had two rats named Frank and Dave and then I got a job where I worked with two dudes named Frank and Dave, and it was really surreal.

I one time had this betta fish that I bought because he was dying on the shelf at Walmart and I felt bad for him. He was tiny and red and angry (he would blow out his frills whenever he saw me) so I named him after Edward Elric. I bought him a ten gallon tank with a filter and all that jazz, and this motherfucker was the horniest fish I've ever had. He made a bubble nest so big it covered the entire top of the tank (even with the filter constantly destroying some of it).

Those last two points weren't about cats. Oops.

[avengersassemble123]

||CHAPTER 1||

NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, BIT OF GORE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BULLYING, HOSPITAL, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (WARNINGS ARE GIVEN BEFOREHAND THE PART SO YOU CAN SKIP IT AND CONTINUE READING FORWARD)

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"So are you gonna tattle us?"

"Oi I'm talking to you"

On the rooftop of a random abandoned building in kyoto, were six students of kimetsu academy. Hiroshi was standing in the between the crooked circle formed by the other 5 schoolmates of his.

"Oi can't you hear me? Answer me motherfucker. Are you gonna tattle on us." Daisuke taunted, sitting on a rusted chair in front of Hiroshi. Heroshi stayed quiet.

"This fucker would only speak up when he is prompted as usual." Toshinori, who was previously standing beside daisuke, walked towards Hiroshi. He stood in front of him for a few awkward moments before a fist contacted with Hiroshi's cheek. Toshinori then landed a punch at his stomach making Hiroshi double in pain. Toshinori kicked him in the face and later dragged him towards daisuke, who was sitting smugly.

"Are you going to answer now?" Daisuke questioned.

He was met with silence.

Daisuke signalled Toshinori with his fingers, and a knee kick was proceeded to be given to Hiroshi, which led Hirsoshi to lay on the floor, face bloody. But instead of his silence, his body started to squirm abnormally while his face had a weird expression, which went unnoticed to the others. He stood up and almost rammed toahinori, but was delivered a punch to the face, leading to toshinori being joined by two more friends of his, and beating hiroshi repeatedly. Hiroshi leaned toeards the edge of the roof, when toshinori landed a kick on his chest, leading to hiroshi falling down the building, hitting the standing streetlight in the alleyway.

"Fuck is he dead?" Toshinori panicked, realising the event that occurred.

"What? Scared for that dipshit now?" Daisuke replied, walking towards toshinori and leaning down, facing towards hiroshi's bloodied bruised body lying in the middle of the alleyway.

The students left the premises and hiroshi's body untouched, chatting about the latest gossips and discussing their dinner, unknown to what their future held for them

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The hospital was bussing as it would on its normal premises. Doctors were performing treatments or talking to patients, nurses running around, staffs with their shifts finished, talking with each other, receptionists taking calls and guiding the visitors or patients to their respective rooms.

Haruto Fukuro, the science teacher of the kimetsu academy, rushed inside. He had rushed to see his son in the hospital after recieving the news of his accident. He confirmed the room details and rushed towards the room where his son was resting. He stood in at the entrance of room 323, taking in the form of his now beaten up child, laying on the hospital bed, with tubes connecting to his body, bandages covering his head and almost the entire abdomen.

"Tou-san...." Hiroshi called out meekly, looking at his father, with slightly watered eyes.

"Hiroshi.." Haruto walked towards the bed and stood silently.

"Tou-san it hurts..." Hiroshi groaned in agony, tears welling up in his eyes, facing towards his father. He started removing the tubes attached the body when his father stopped him and tried pushing him down the bed, "Hiroshi, ;isten to me. Its going to be alright. I will fix this."

"I want to die tou-san, do you want to die too?" Haruto grabbed his son's shoulders, eyeing him to stop talking.

Suddenly, veins started protruding all over Hiroshi's body, dark purple and red veins, teeth sharpening, eyes morphing into dark purple shade. Hiroshi growled and  snarled at Haruto, almost biting his hand, trying to pounce at him as a predator would to a  prey, but was unable to luckily due to Haruto's reflexes.

Haruto gazed at his now animalistic son. 

**Warning**

A few seconds had passed...

"I'm sorry my son..." Haruto whispered and glanced around the room. He spotted a book lying on the table beside his hospital bed, picking it up and raising it over his head. "I'm sorry my son...I'm-I'm so sorry..." Haruto whimpered, hands stumbling a bit but sturdy enough for the action, the sin he was going to commit..or the sin he was going to remove as he thought.

The book came in contact with Hiroshi's head. Haruto continued to hit Hiroshi, while Hiroshi tried to defend himself but also trying to pounce at his own father. Haruto still continued to hit him as hard as possible. Blood dripped down the bed, till the floor. The book had been stained with the red liquid and a few drops had splayed at Haruto's face too, some mixing with the salty liquid flowing from his eyes.

—Warning ended—

Haruto walked down the empty streets, with a suitcase in his tail. He had to pull it with a certain force due the luggage in the suitcase. 

He continued walking down the lonely street until the bag seemed to shake a bit, leading to Haruto losing his balance and landing on the ground, the luggage a few metres away from him due to the force of the shaking luggage, making the suitcase move a few metres away from the owner ,when suddenly a hand managed to rip off from the heavily zipped bag, which a normal person could not even break through.  Haruto quitely crawled towards the now sticking out hand, and tried to put it back inside, when the hand suddenly grabbed his hand, trying to pull the former's hand inside the suitcase. Haruto pulled his hand trying to get out of the grasp of the other hand and tried hitting the hand with a rock lying on the floor beside him.

The hand kept squirming while Haruto kept hitting until his hand was finally let loose.

Silence was bestowed upon the vicinity. Haruto groaned, and looked towards the sky, still kneeling down the floor, face morphed in frustration.

But the moment was broken when the bag started to shake vigourously with growling and snarling sounds heard from the bag. Haruto silently continued to stare it.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello guys!!

I know im not the best writer but this is the first book im writing after a long gap of two years i guess?...I have not preread this so please bear with me.

But anyways i hope you enjoyed this short first chapter.

Constructive criticism would be appreciated. But please do not post any hate for the chapter or the upcoming chapters as that would really be a demotivation but otherwise as i said constructive criticism would be apprecited.

Now i don't know if i should blatantly ask this, cuz i feel too embarassed to ask for some reason, but i have seen a lot of stories where fans create fanarts or memes on the characters based on the stories and i would also be open if yall want to make some sort of these arts or memes with this story too. I'm not forcing anyone i swear, i just find these arts cool and amazing and i would really love it but what i would love more is you all like or love this story and i really hope it upto your expectations.

Your arts or memes will be appreciated and you all will get shoutouts regarding it.

But anyways i hope you all enjoy this chapter and the upcoming chapters.

Chapters will be updated on my basis.

Till then see ya:)

[hippieslaughtera]

@johnnysslaughter asked : “ what’s it gonna be,  you gonna be the motherfucker who eats, or are you gonna be the poor sorry motherfucker who gets ate? “

❝ the fuck do you think i'm trying to do,johnny ? shut up !❞the victim was blubbering nonsense,probably trying to beg for help from olivia,but the brunette wasn't having it,so she smacked the poor girl clean across the face,sending her stumbling down from the chair she was strapped down to.

❝ you want this done the easy way or the hard way,girly ? ❞the blade of her axe is pushed down the girl's throat,who'd just been aggressively pulled back up from the floor back to the the table. she was really in for it now,ready to pounce if even looked at wrong. she had to prove herself to this family,otherwise it'd be her on the fine china drayton brought out.

she snaps,loosing her cool completely and slices into the girl's jugular,blood splattering on olivia's face,her hair,her pretty dress. she didn't let up,cutting deep into the until the bone was sticking out. the girl's screams were like music to her ears.

❝ you happy now ? have't i done enough to prove i want to be here ? there's your fucking proof. ❞

[prehistoric-minds-lost-in-time]

I ain't gonna give you people any more of me

It'd be the Morte of me

Your fucking spirit and demeanor be deforming me

Lord please don't let 'em be conforming me

There's a raging storm in me

Tornadoes forming deep in this psyche

Distorting me

Different channels I'm tuning into morphing me

This energy I'm storing be

The equivalent of Oppenheimer bombs released

Force the dream from the stone

I'm on my own with this rhyming,

Doors sealed with homophones

White knights saving you from wight nights

I'm in a zone never found before

When I pounce your feet better pound the floor

Get to stepping, get to running before I'm coming

Let out the dungeon

Set to bludgeon,

A ruffian rushing these motherfuckers that think they punish,

They criminals, they judges with jury, executioner planned out

But really they lushes

Idiocracy playing out like natural selection died

Guess this existence didn't pan out

Now we just prance 'round

Selfies hiding the selfish faces behind facades that cover whatever self is left

Be patient

Because with each bar I reveal more nascent knowledge

You need to process this ancient world with its modern problems

[unburiedhatchet]

Michael clicked the shaver off, his hand reluctant to slide away from Trevor's face. The moment tasted familiar, but somehow distant. Memories he'd tried to let go of in order to adjust to his new life that only remained tucked away and ready to pounce.

As they were now.

His gaze flooded with distance, thoughts of all the nights he'd spent in T's arms that he desperately tried so hard to pretend never happened. Why, though? Why had he run away from a feeling he'd loved so much? The familiarity washed over him, awakening the longing he'd caged up inside his gut.

Finally, he willed himself to pull his hand away, setting the shaver aside just in time to see Trevor stand. Instinctively, his eyes shot downward, but he managed to peel the glance away quickly enough to catch Trevor's almost taunting smile.

"Uh, well I guess we could..." Motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing. Michael cleared his throat, regaining his composure before his tone turned too desperate, "I'm sure Amanda would love for you to raid what's left of her closet. I think she's still got a couple of dresses in there."

Trevor is silent, jaw firmly shut, eyes equally so as he allows Michael to shave off the uneven clumps of beard and rough stubble. It is a strange thing, to feel looked after; cared for; especially given the terrible job T often does of looking after himself. Sure, he’ll take the piss out of Mikey for his vanity, but hell, it doesn’t hurt to take a little pride in your appearance either he supposes. He probably should get the hot water in his trailer fixed soon.

Despite the loud buzz of the shaver, the moment still feels peaceful to Trevor, and he takes a beat to appreciate the feeling of Michael’s fingers lingering at his jaw line, pressing while softly instructing him to turn so he can get just the right angle. Feeling the beginning of a heated blush crawling up his neck, Trevor roughly clears his throat as if trying to clear the tenderness from his mind; his stark need for further, longer, deeper touch.

“Thanks man.” Trevor grins, rubbing his palm around his face which a nod of approval. “Just got to get that yuppie patter down now huh, talk about golf, yoga, smoothies, sports cars, hedge funds, trust funds and fuckin’ over the little man, that kind of bullshit.��

Let’s face it, Micheal lives in an asshole neighbourhood and so that must make everyone in it an asshole, except Michael, but he doesn’t belong here, never did, as far as T’s concerned.

Standing up in the bathtub, ample girth now swinging between his legs provocatively, Trevor grabs a towel and wraps it tightly around his waist, with a teasing ‘eyes up here’ smile.

“So, this makeover you’re proposin’” Trevor laughs. “We raidin’ your closet or what’s left of Amanda’s?” The clear glint in Trevor’s eye makes clear the comment is made only half in jest.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

I'm No Angel (9x03)

Sam and Dean walk out of a quickie mart arguing about the ingredients in the pie Dean bought. They stride down the street, talking about the case they're working, the case is them looking for human!Cas. An angel is trailing them. Now, they do not show any sign that they are aware of the angel, but there is something about the scene that comes across, very subtly, as performative, maybe its the way the camera lingers on this very run of the mill conversation, or maybe just that we know them. They turn down an alley, still talking. When the angel turns in, they are gone, just poof. He walks into the alley and they pounce from somewhere behind him, pin him and start demanding to know why he was following them. They knew all along. When did they spot the tail? Did they discuss it at all? Did they do that unspoken speaking thing? Was it just a lifetime of hyperawareness, training, and fucked up experiences? We don't know. But the mad thrill I get when they go from these goofball normal seeming guys bickering as only siblings can really bicker, to the most lethal motherfuckers on the planet in about .2 seconds, well, that's just about one of my favorite things on this crazy show.