#sssshhhhhhhhhhh

[batty-pham]

Daily Fic Rec

Day 54 - Nov 23

An (almost) Foolproof Lie

By HiddenDreamer67

Tags: Kidnapping, Hurt/Comfort, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, mob boss violence, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, secret identity hijinks, tim drake is a bad liar, tim drake doesnt know who batman is, Tim Drake-centric, Young Tim Drake, Good Big Brothers, Civilian Tim Drake

Wordcount: 6,825

Summary: “No, they don’t leave me totally alone.” Tim hurriedly explained. “My neighbor Bruce Wayne looks after me.” Batman stared at him for a long while. “Bruce Wayne.” He parroted slowly. (A young Tim Drake gets kidnapped by Falcone. When Batman rescues him, Tim tells Batman that Bruce Wayne is his temporary guardian. Oddly enough, Batman isn’t fooled by this perfect cover story.)

Complete: yes

[cowboyinternist]

uhm

[bamsywrites]

what if readers family was successful and that's why sauron had to wait so long before getting power back?

SSSSHHHHHHHHHHH

[satanswindowwasher]

trick or treat. my mom demands reeses cups

sssshhhhhhhhhhh shhh shh. pretend I answered this on halloween.

[melissamouse]

I wish everyone on this website would just shut up for a change like just sssshhhhhhhhhhh

[bakumatsu-assassin]

(Kyoto, 1861)

Kyoto, the ancient and traditional capital city of Japan, has transformed into a cauldron of political unrest. Standing atop the rooftops, the Assassin known as Okamoto Tadakuni surveyed the residence of a Choshu official deeply connected to the Imperial Restoration and the Templars. With vigilant eyes, he sought vulnerabilities among the patrolling guards, aiming to capitalize on any opportunities. Descending to street level, he seamlessly merged with the masses, moving through the bustling crowds on his way to his destined point.

With agility, he leaped over the prominent ledge demarcating the entrance to the Choshu residence, discovering an area devoid of guards. Stealthily navigating through the intricate patterns of the ornamental gardens, he maintained a hunched posture, shrouded by the enigmatic embrace of his white hood. Among the foliage, a lone guard stood unsuspectingly by the bushes, an unfortunate position for him. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Okamoto Tadakuni swiftly incapacitated the guard by ambushing him from behind.

"Ssssssshhhh......sssshhhhhhhhhhh...."

Maintaining a vice-like chokehold, the Assassin subdued the guard, his struggles gradually diminishing until his body slackened. With utmost discretion, he maneuvered the incapacitated guard into the concealing cover of the bushes. Okamoto resumed his advance toward the central edifice, the primary residence where his designated target had sought refuge.

Advancing through the unbarred window screen, a faint creak emanated from the aged floorboards beneath his foot, an unintended disturbance. Without delay, the Assassin meticulously scrutinized the expanse around him, his vigilant eyes absorbing each nuance. Progressing with precision, he traversed through every chamber, ensuring his movements produced minimal sound while he combed the area for his intended mark.

Softly gliding the door ajar to the last room, Okamoto unveiled his target enveloped in profound sleep, the cadence of snoring resonating throughout the space. The Assassin lowered himself beside the slumbering figure. With a deft motion of his wrist, a blade sprang forth from the spring-loaded mechanism concealed beneath his gauntlet.

In a split second, he thrust the blade with force into the Choshu official's throat, causing the man's eyes to abruptly widen with a surge of realization. Amid a chaotic symphony of gurgled, choked noises - a blend of astonishment and fear - the official grappled to form intelligible utterances. The Assassin maintained an unflinching gaze, his face concealed by the shadowy embrace of his hood.

「安らかに眠れ…」

Amidst the echoes of that fateful sound, the only auditory vestige, the Assassin withdrew his blade, crimson drops trickling down the metallic device. Rising gracefully, he departed from the scene, leaving the man to his strangled, desperate gurgles. The official's hands extended futilely into the air, a haunting image of vanishing vitality, as life ebbed away.

However, the Assassin suddenly came to an abrupt stop, his gaze fixing upon a small child. The child's eyes were wide with shock as they met the Assassin's. In that frozen moment, Okamoto found himself immobilized, uncertain how to comprehend the situation. The blade in his hand still glistened with fresh blood, its droplets staining the floor. His attempts to speak faltered, and he glanced back at the lifeless Choshu official, now sprawled in a pool of crimson.

“….”

A piercing scream erupted from the child, shattering the tranquility of the courtyard. Chaos ensued as shouts reverberated through the air. Swords were unsheathed, and guards stormed the scene in a dissonant frenzy. The Assassin bolted into action, bursting through the delicate paper walls and landing outside. As drawn blades gleamed menacingly behind him, he hurled a smoke bomb to the ground and vaulted over the wall.

Not once did Okamoto dare to cast a backward glance; his face bore a mixture of horror and shock, the intensity of the moment etched into his psyche as he disappeared into the shroud of the night.

[lekopoofball]

Me: Can I kiss you?

Them: Ja sure, dawg. (I don't know how people talk haha.)

Me:

Them:

Me:

Me: [does nothing]

Them: [visible confused]

Me: Oh, I wasn't going to, I was just wondering. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[bekaroth-reads]

Fellow Margit/Morgott enjoyers, might I suggest

That is all

[grembitc-archived]

wait what where’d the sun go 

[lokighost]

considering i came pre-installed with a bad spine i more often than not need renata to crawl under there and grab it for me, and sometimes shes like "what was it this time--" and ill "ssssHHHHHHHHHHH--!!!! we dont REMEMBER SHHHHHHHH!!!"

sometimes i unfollow ppl when they rb something i hate and sometimes i chuck my phone under the bed so i can cool off and forget what i read and then im like '--oh shit where did i put my phone my lists are on there'

[moldhoney]

if i’m not invited somewhere i’m not going to be the person to invite myself that’s just more embarrassing but uhhhhhhh i do hate not being included and also thinking that the people that i thought liked me in fact do not like me at all

[shadyhouse]

like even when i was a little kid i remember telling my cousin abt how i felt like a boy but i didnt Dare mention it to my parents. even my mom, who i trusted, never heard about it. before i even knew what any of that shit was and that there was a name for it and im not the only one

[jksloveclub]

namjoons studio aesthetic is so soft??

like theres so many toys n it looks like a place where u go n u never get bored bc 1) hes working on music or listening to music n u get to hear him hum n be a soft baby n beibg relaxed omahdhdjs n 2) that lil couch he has looks comfortable. i just love the idea of someone joonie loves or adores sitting there n staring at him doing what he love n what hes passionate abt

[catboymoments]

Speaking of Undertale Fankid names I could honestly imagine when trying to name a Soriel fankid, Sans begins with similar naming conventions that Asgore did with names like "Soriel" or "Tans" or something and Toriel softly going "Nonononononononononono not doing this again sssshhhhhhhhhhh" as she gently places one of her paws on his whole face and they look up names/ try thinking harder on names.

thats why thry gave lucida a traditional skeleton name :3

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

I just finished reading Fire and this was my thoughts through the whole thing:

Most of my brain: hhhhholy wow Roman is HOT HELP-

That same part of my brain: holy sh*t WHAT IF HE DIES?? That deer man has kinda scary antlers...

The tiny, rational part of my brain: he is not going to die, there are literally fics where they get MARRIED and they're just over a tear into their relationship at this point, please calm down

The rest of my brain: SSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

We Are All In Love With Roman On Main Today

[queen-mabs-revenge]

wilson's friend being an asshole: "the person you want when you're dying isn't the same as the person you want when you're living"

cue house by wilson's post-op bed montage/wilson buying a new condo for him and house to live in

I'm soRRY? this episode opens with house obnoxiously serenading wilson with george michael's faith and changing the lyrics to 'not everybody's got a body like you' oh my fucking christ are you kidding me? could you even imagine the level of queerbait cancelling if this show aired 5 years later fffffuuuuuuuugxfhfjgafafsggd