#so you can always hold his hand...

[ministarfruit]

babygirl and baby girl

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good Morning, World.

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[starry-bi-sky]

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

He's shaking. His heart is burning in his chest, pounding like a jackhammer against his ribs, and there's a trembling, aching rage building beneath his tongue and pressing against his teeth.

In his hands, his fingers tense and wrists locked, the article reads in big, black font: JOKER LOCKED IN ARKHAM ASYLUM AGAIN!

Danny shouldn't feel so angry about this, this is a good thing. Gotham doesn't have to deal with him for another few months at the least. He should feel relieved, a little more at peace.

He is not.

He cannot swallow the fury thudding behind his eyes, the burning white heat searing a deeper hole in his chest. A searing green filling static in his ears in the way only the rage of the restless dead can have.

How is he going to kill him now?

Arkham may be the only asylum in America made entirely of tissue paper, but it's still an asylum. There are cameras, guards, other patients resting inside. Danny can think of a million different ways to sneak in and kill Joker, but someone will hear his screaming.

It'd have to be rushed.

He doesn't want it to be rushed.

It's a cruel thought. Cruel and cold and merciless, but Danny doesn't feel an ounce of shame, not an ounce of guilt, for it. He wants to be alone with the Joker when he kills him, that's all he wants. In Arkham, you are never alone.

He forces his anger to bubble back down into his chest, stuffing it between his heartstrings and his ribs like a blanket you're trying to bunch up into a corner. It sizzles and burbles. The static begins to fade out into a high-pitched ringing; it sounds like distant screaming.

Danny is still trembling, but he can think a little clearer now.

He can wait.

He can wait. He can wait. He can wait. He canwait. Hecanwait. Hecanwait.

He can wait.

He's waited five years for this. He can wait one more week. One more month. One more year. However long it takes for the Joker to break back out, Danny can wait.

And when the Joker does, inevitably, break out.

Danny uncrinkles his fingers around the edges of the newspaper, loosens his limbs just enough so he can pay for it.

He'll be waiting.

The dead, after all, have all the time in the world.

[wasyago]

we're at it again🕺

[theloveinc]

Togame Jo’s greeting kisses to you are always way too long.

The kind of affection that’s usually savored in private, instead displayed wherever, whenever, and every single time you see each other—he always takes two to three minutes just to kiss you hello, abandoning the task at hand (dozing off, attending to Choji, managing the Shishitoren) to mosey your way and pull your lips to his in something just a little too sloppy to be sweet, but a little too sweet to be… too distasteful.

Everyone’s used to it by now, even Sakura, knowing that when you arrive, there’s always a going to be a pause in action just for the sappy display of Togame drooping over you and announcing you to the crowd physically.

(What’s not readily exposed, however, and especially not in a room full of men, is that it’s not just a kiss Togame’s giving you, not just a hello that he hides behind his long bangs and your cheeks between his warm hands, but the kindest stare and sweetest little whisper, “missed you, baby,” as he wraps you up in his arms.)

[soultiio]

how funny it is that you are the first to crack

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[thatsnotbeautiful]

another thought abt Mithrun's teleportation: we see him teleport other things by touching them with his hands, and his feet... but what if he can just teleport anything that's touching any part of his bare skin?

tbh, this casts all the kabumisu touching in another light for me bc all the times Kabru is massaging his feet or carrying him, Mithrun could just teleport his ass so long as some parts of their skin are touching. i mean, Mithrun wouldn't bc he needs Kabru to help keep him alive... but he could. seems like it should take some amt of trust to touch Mithrun once you know what his magical speciality is

actually wait it doesn't even need to be bare skin bc he's wearing shoes when he kicks shit to teleport it sometimes... my god

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[ballpitwitch]

[kingkatsuki]

Imagine those mornings where you start work at the same time as Bakugou so you get to commute into the city together🥺

[reverienco]

Have you thought of N getting his revenge on J for all the years he has been builled by her?

i don't think he ever would. N is a naturally very nice and forgiving person, specially so to a fault. i really don't think he holds/held a grudge against her or V for the way they've treated him prior to his meeting with uzi. the most negative we've gotten was his "J, you're sometimes kinda mean to me and I wish you weren't. Just some constructive criticism!" but even then, it was prompted by uzi and he did say "constructive criticism" lol

other than that, he has THANKED HER when she stepped on him, called him worthless and terrible and she'd kill him if company allowed it; when she LITERALLY almost kills him and never complained about her bullying in the manor. he stopped uzi from throwing (presumably) an insult towards eldritch J's appearance, was completely chill when she came back as a clone????

bottom line is, N doesn't seem like the type to hold grudges or plan revenge against anyone, even if they've actively hurt him for so long. he's always willing to give everyone even a little bit of a benefit of the doubt

[andy-clutterbuck]

[cowboy-kidd]

Regressor!Bruce Wayne

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[chaomother]

Omgomg Shadow and his scared darling on a trip/mission together and darling is always walking behind him with a stiff body language and he's just deep in thoughts

"Such a weird behavior..... so weak this one, so... fragile. I haven't even yelled at her, let alone attack them or spar with her. Pity, and here I thought I had a challenger....

..I want this one. This one is mine. I'm the only one she's afraid of for no reason and no one else, I make sure of that. This one is my property now. This is my little lady right here. I'll make sure you never have to feel actual fear ever again"

[use of 'good girl']

the sensation of a shaky hand grabbing his shoulder knocks shadow out of his ruminations, and he cranes his neck to discern you behind him. "what is it, [name]?" he asks, watching with his predacious gaze as your ears twitch.

"um, i just wanted to thank you for coming with me...!" you tentatively express the words that've been lodged in your throat since the beginning of this lengthy trip.

although, in the first place, he had the option not to. you still don't understand why he chose to join you; but even if you were still apprehensive towards shadow, you were still appreciative to have him by your side. his inordinate strength and intelligence would indisputably help you.

a soft 'tch' sound escapes from his clicking lips. "i don't need your thanks," shadow retorts, "i do need you not to weigh me down. so stick close, stop walking behind me."

"oh!" you audibly squeak, feeling increasingly more aware of your own sense of sense. you shuffle your feet a little faster, setting beside him⁠—but still a beat behind his pace.

fuck, how weak you are... he loves it, he loves it, he loves it.

stopping dead in his tracks, shadow glowers at you in congruence with holding his hand out. he's wordless, the ravening appetite smoldering in his gut pervading into his chest with its unfamiliar heat.

you gulp, slowly extending your hand and sliding your palm into his own. this was weird, you thought...

"good girl," he drawls, intertwining your fingers together; sealing your fate with him forever.

[greasydumbfuck]

the holy trinity of frank castle character traits. to me