#street sharking is not a crime

[chrissy-kaos]

That court fit.. about to go hurt this judge and DA’s feelings real quick 😂

[tithsokphanny31]

Who remembers Street Sharks?

[willtheweaver]

Ways to punish crimes that aren’t prison

• A society that doesn’t believe in prisons instead makes all offenders teach middle schoolers (the greater the crime, the longer they have to remain a teacher)

• “Your sentence will be commuted if you can survive listening to the High Priest’s five hour long lecture and sermon about worms, and his new tabletop game (don’t know how they are related, but whatever).”

• All criminals become game show contestants, and the only way to earn their freedom is to win.

• “It’s your choice. Two hours of either Nickleback, Baby Shark, or The Song that Never Ends.”

• Fate is left to the hands of the wheel of (mis)fortune

• All Karens are required to become retail workers for at least a year (cannot quit or intentionally get fired)

• Cut down a tree? Replant it. Illegally knock down a building? You have to rebuild it.

• Criminals must recite a poem about their crimes in the town square. The number of verses is equal to the severity of their crime.

• Can’t pay the fine? Become a street performer in order to pay off your debt.

•Congratulations! You are now in charge of the local animal shelter/ alms house.

Edit: Cannot believe I forgot this one: “The sentence is that you must write the book you’ve been putting off for years now. You must have the final draft completed before you can go free.”

[0mysticmidnight0]

~Mystically Broken AU - Chapter 1~

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You trembled as the taxi took you to a dark street, filled with crime. Robbery, Arson, right in the day light. You felt nervous. The taxi stopped at the tallest building. Once you left the taxi and entered the building, you turned around to glance at the Taxi, two people robbed the driver.. You hurried to your destination. You enter the Elevator, hopping nothing wrong happens.

~Flash Back~

You sat in your boss's office, expecting your paycheck for the month. She looked at you rather nervously. "As you know, our company has been slowly crumbling, we've been losing clients and we haven't been strengthening any business ties. Luckily! We have a few people wiling to help us, under a few conditions." You glanced at her nervously. "Who are these people exactly?" She gulped and looked away, She wasn't usually this cautious. You were worried. "You'll find out soon! They arranged a meeting for us to discuss the terms and conditions. You are coming with me since you are our top employee and one of our representatives!" She smiles enthusiastically. It felt odd, you wanted to know more about them. But you felt like she'd avoid the question. "That's great.." You smiled nervously. Why did your fellow representative have to be sick on THIS day?! You knew you should've spent more time in bed..

~Present~

You gulped as you tapped the button on the elevator. The top floor. The elevator door shut loudly. Who were these people? Why was this place so shady and creepy. You had the feeling that whoever your boss made a contract with isn't really a nice guy. The elevator made an abrupt stop as it opened. You walk out of the elevator and looked around. The floor was glass and it looked like an aquarium? You couldn't see any fish until you saw a.. robot shark.. then another and another.. The room was dimly lit and looked up to see the city's four most wanted criminals and your boss looking at you. "You made it!" your boss's voice muffled you were too in shock and you looked at the four criminals infront of you. "Let's get this over with, my time will not be wasted by your incompetence." Donatello, Mechanical genius, One of the smartest and deadly criminals due to his understanding of technology. He creates deadly weapons that cause mass destruction. it was rumored he uses petty criminals for his experiments.. Who am i kidding, he probably does. He glared you down like he couldn't tolerate your presence. "Donnie, stop your growling. You're gonna scare away the prey." Leonardo, One of if not the person with highest bodycount. He's killed hundreds, thousands to get what he wants. But he always manages to hide the evidence. One of the best Manipulaters. He's hard to catch, people say he just vanishes. He nudges his twin while laughing. He looks at you like he wanted to devour you whole. "Why don't you idiots shut up! Don't listen to them."

Raphael, a literal tank that could take hundreds of people at once. The strongest when it came to raw strength and battle strategy. If you ever cross him or do something that upsets him, prepare to deal with his terrible and DEADLY temper. He glared at Donatello and Leonardo as they shut their mouths. You hear a voice from behind you.. You gasped when you saw who it was. "Well, don't you look fun?"

MichelAngelo, The best at deceiving others and persuading them to do his bidding. He locks people up for fun and calls them his playthings. He kills anyone who steps in his way. He commits daily vandalism. He wouldn't kill anyone right away, he'd slowly drive them to the brink of insanity because it's fun to watch them fall apart. What had your boss gotten you into?! "Now, take a seat. Cynthia here tells us you have experience addressing crowds and dealing with rumors about your company. Dealing with any evidence regarding your companies misdeeds." It was true you were the one dealing with false rumors and false evidence.. That's how you became one of the representatives. But you had a gut feeling they were gonna take advantage of that. "I have been the one dealing with those issues but that was because they were mostly false! I can't defend something when i know it's wrong." You wanted to stand your ground. That was a bad choice. you turned to your side and gulp. There was a sword or katana.. an odachi. There was an odachi to your neck. "All of us have to do things we don't want to do to survive in this cruel world. Do as we say and we'll keep our end of the deal, alright?" Your boss, Cynthia just looks at you nervously, her gaze telling you to accept their condition. "Or we'll have to slowly destroy you one by one.. " His laugh echoing through the room. "Make this quick so i don't have to spend another moment with these imbeciles." you gulped and slowly nodded as you still felt the Odachi's sharp end to your throat. "We need you to destroy all criminal records. No matter how many times i delete it from the governments system, the people of new york still spread these awful rumors. who knew word of mouth could be so, infuriating. we need you to-"

"Ughh.. Donnie! English!" "Just get to the point already!" "I was JUST getting to that. We need you to accompany us to some governmental parties this year. They host four parties each year. One of us will accompany you and we need you to speak for us and claim our innocence." "But you aren't innocent! I-" You felt the Odachi go closer to your throat. "Hold your tongue." "Precisely, Complaints of the people to the government make us a target. So much so that they arranged an elite super force or a group of highly trained professionals after us." "We ain't getting anythin' done when we knows a buncha' creeps watchin' us!" "Do you think you can get the job done? It is pretty fun!" Your boss looked at you apologetically.

You nodded and the Odachi was pulled away and you took a sigh of relief.. What did you get yourself into.?

[amourlyns]

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which the reader meets bruce wayne at a gala, the riddler is rampant in the city. and this gala is his next target. part one of two.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of alcohol consumption, and drugs. bruce is vv emotionally repressed, he’s got problems ok?

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: 🦦 this is pattison’s batman influenced by matt reeves (the batman.) no use of y/n, pov switches to bruce twice in this fic. listen to 〞thank god for the rain 〞 by bernard herrman for ambiance.

⟡ ⠀ | Gotham is well (…) an odd city. An odd city with slick—tongued alley cats who roam and lurk at each corner, merging with the shadow and watching passerby dance and speak in hypnotic tongues.

You liked to call it the Gotham effect, it comes with the city of sin and crime. It’s odd, like you stated before. There’s the occasional glitz and glamor of wealthy Gothamites, galas laced with cocaine pearls and wine filled bottles (…)

Accompanied by champagne flutes and hors d’oeuvre’s to indulge in for the night.

And within this false sense of normalcy and entitlement, there’s the night. The Gotham better known for its crime and vigilantes. You see, everyone in Gotham is acting. The key to understanding it all in Gotham is the rhythm.

The people are the rhythm, the day is the rhythm. The night is the rhythm. And within this element of rhythmic chaos, there’s always something lurking. Watching the city underneath light polluted skies and charcoal clouds. When the smog seems to clog up your lungs and choke your breathing, there’s always something else to worry about.

The Batman, of course.

If anything, he highlights what Gotham is at the core. A broken city, deeply scarred and angry. Scratching at its surface to be heard. To be healed. Has Gotham always been seeking justice and light? Or is it seeking something much more carnal and sinister (…) Vengeance? A certain greed?

Whatever it was, it spoke to Gothamites. Hate the Bat, or love the Bat. He spoke for the city of Gotham, and he would always be there at every corner, watching.

Gotham is sick and venal.

You hope for the day of a real rain to come and wash off the scum from the streets. For now, it’s the Bat who takes care of the illness. Could 〞 it 〞 save Gotham?

Maybe.

It’s silly thought anyways, Gotham has been plagued with crime for decades. Some masked vigilante wouldn’t be able to stop that regardless. The thought is flimsy and useless. Something made out of hope and optimism, the kind of thing you consume in dreams. Not only that, but the Batman is more of a fable, a myth.

Besides, there was no use in consuming yourself with thoughts of Gotham and its nightly specter. For now, you’re here, at another Gala— with the same diluted faces and the same twisted smiles. Then night moves on in an odd distorted way, a blur even.

The man who snaps you out of this daze is Bruce Wayne. Gotham’s Prince, the man of the hour. You could only wonder what caused this recluse to emerge out of the manor he calls home. Unlike other notable people in Gotham, Bruce Wayne chooses to live a quiet life shrouded in mystery.

When he does remove himself from the confines of the manor, and the tabloids simply go into a frenzy. Like sharks during a feeding. It feels like everyone in Gotham wanted a piece of Bruce Wayne. Craving a flesh they surely don’t deserve.

Something tells you to draw closer to the oddity, like this would be the only time you’d be able to lay your eyes on Bruce Wayne in the flesh. So, you might as well take the opportunity to really take him all in.

Wayne eventually loses the limelight. The audience dies and you decide to pass through the sea of bodies that separate you two. He notices this of course, ever so vigilant. Some part of you expects him to flee and avoid the confrontation all together. Wary hues remain fixated on your figure slipping through the crowd.

Surely he isn't waiting (…) Right ?

Apparently he wasn’t, not like you knew of course. Bruce Wayne was a hard man to decipher after all, you couldn't tell if something compelled him to stay or if that kept him still.

For the first time tonight, you're accompanied by someone else. It'd off to say the least, Bruce is certainly a presence to behold, sure. But he wouldn't even spare a glance at you, you gaze eventually follows his line of sight.

Now? Now, all eyes are set on beacon in the sky now. The symbol of the night.

Batman is called by the city tonight, needed in the shadows once more. You could only wonder what for. You’re not one for new and tabloids but, there has been some discussion about the 〞 Riddler. 〞

Gotham’s newest deranged lunatic villain.

The man was terrifying, you’ve seen the footage. You've seen the terror and heard the screams. So how was the Batman going to save the city now? The thought of Gotham coming to its own demise (…) it was bound to, the city hasn’t had hope in a long time. You knew that very well.

Now what was he thinking? Did the Wayne believe in the Bat? In Vengeance, and his own crusade. Before you can even ask the question, he’s turning away. Maybe he’s had enough of your company for tonight.

❛ MISTER WAYNE, WAIT. Before you go, I’m just (…) curious about this one thing━━ IT’S THIS (…) BAT. VENGEANCE, do you really think he can protect the city ? Save Gotham ? His motives just seem so unclear. He’s menacing, almost reminds me of the Riddler. It’s all about vengeance, no ? Whether it’s about the city or people who’ve wronged you. ❜

Bruce does not turn back around to face you, instead he turns his head. Adjusting his gaze to you and the symbol in the night, it shifts. Once, twice than thrice. His face is unreadable. Typical.

He wants to speak, you know that much. Yet he doesn’t, for whatever reason. Bruce chooses to stare right through you.

You let him.

He doesn’t owe you a response, you know that much. Before you know it, he’s gone.

𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝙽𝙴’𝚂 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰. A FEW HOURS BEFORE YOUR ENCOUNTER (…)

⟡ ⠀ | THE CITY IS QUIET TONIGHT. Unlike any another night, the city streets are deserted, emptied if you will. It’s all because of the recent attacks by the Riddler. There’s a few stranglers of course, sticking near the shaded roads and corners.

There’s a gala tonight, Alfred informed me on that. He wanted to me to attend because I needed to 〞 maintain 〞 my appearances for the sake of my family’s reputation and legacy. I only agreed because it would be the perfect opportunity to watch the city through civilian eyes. And give me an advantage.

The suit is less than ideal. Tight, stuffy and constricting.

Alfred is in the middle of fixing my tie when he tells me I look like my father.

I do not reply to that.

I stare into the mirror. Taking the time to analyze my polished appearance, Alfred fixes my tie and hands me my father’s cuff links once more. Now he’s watching me closely, too closely. Like I’ll break and shatter because he mentioned my father.

My face must’ve given my thoughts away, Alfred is quick to place his hand on my shoulder. Giving it a squeeze. My eyes dart between his hand and his face.

There’s that (…) sympathy again, or was it regret? Sometimes the two emotions blur and mix, all into one.

I should be kinder to Alfred.

If I could vocalize it, I would. But it comes out all raw, sore and achy. Like I’m forcing the kindness out of me. If only I could— could verbalize this gratitude. I would—

My chest throbs at the guilt. I grimace. Alfred seems to get it somehow, he can see the apology in my eyes. He lets me go for the time being, I insist to drive myself. He obliges.

The arrival is dreadful. The lights are too bright and there’s too many eyes on me. Voices ring out, calling out my name— Gothams Prince, Wayne, Mister Wayne, Bruce Wayne. They chant to me. The media swarms me like flies, and questions flood after.

I hardly keep my head above the water, I’m practically drowning. The only thing that keeps me going is that light in the sky.

The signal.

The media disperses, shifting towards the beacon of light that brands the sky tonight. From my peripheral view, I see something moving closer to me. Slipping through the sea of people. Their destination is to me. My gaze remains fixated on the bat-signal.

I have to go.

The figure besides me shifts, eyeing me down every now and then. I decide to take my leave.

❛ ❛ MISTER WAYNE, WAIT. Before you go, I’m just (…) curious about this one thing━━ IT’S THIS (…) BAT. VENGEANCE, do you really think he can protect the city ? Save Gotham ? His motives just seem so unclear. He’s menacing, almost reminds me of the Riddler. It’s all about vengeance, no ? Whether it’s about the city or people who’ve wronged you. ❜ ❜

Their words capture me for a few moments. I still. Letting the words settle into my mind. I can’t find it in me to look at them.

WHEN I LEAVE, it seems like the city mocks me. It feels like the rain corrodes my kevlar. The frigid rain seems to sink through bone marrow and nip away at skin. There’s a ferocious wind in Gotham tonight, the rain drenches everything in a torrential downpour.

Storm drains are filled and plugged, creating miniature oceans in the road.

When I arrive, the commissioner informs me on the recent developments of the Riddler. He has plans for tonight, and another letter written for me.

An explosion goes off that night.

[theoutcastrogue]

"A frenzy of absolute disclosure": what post-WWII Europe needed and never got

Naples, Italy, 1955 [x]

Then Lila, drying her tears with the back of her hand, asked “Who are the Nazi Fascists, Pascà? Who are the monarchists? What’s the black market?”

It’s hard to say what Pasquale’s answers did to Lila. I’m in danger of getting it wrong, partly because on me, at the time, they had no concrete effect. But she, in her usual way, was moved and altered by them, so that for the entire summer she tormented me with a single concept that I found quite unbearable. I’ll try to summarize it, using the language of today, like this: there are no gestures, words, or sighs that do not contain the sum of all the crimes that human beings have committed and commit.

Naturally she said it in another way. But what matters is that she was gripped by a frenzy of absolute disclosure. She pointed to people, things, streets, and said, “That man fought in the war and killed people, that one beat people with a stick and poured castor oil down their throat, that one starved his own mother, in that house they tortured and killed, on these stones they marched giving the Fascist salute, on this corner they beat people up, these people's money comes from the hunger of others, this car was bought by selling rotten meat and flour laced with marble dust on the black market, that butcher shop came from stolen copper and vandalized freight trains, behind that bar is the Camorra, smuggling, loan-sharking.”

— Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

Note: I was gonna quote the official English translation and get done with it, but it was BAD. It had vocabulary like "administered castor oil", "inflicted beatings", "adulterated with marble dust", and I couldn't stand it. This is formal register, not how a teenager would casually talk to her friend. It's maybe how she'd write an essay for school, but that's the whole fucking point: school doesn't cover this, formal register is not applicable. We're in Italy in the 1950s, and the establishment pretends all this doesn't exist, and in turn the girls' families and neighbours pretend it doesn't exist, everyone shuts their eyes and mouth because they don't want any trouble. That's the point. Lila has read the entire school library, and she still wouldn't know what a Nazi is if the communist kid hadn't told her.

Post-war Italy – like most of post-war Europe and especially countries that had fascist movements and/or were under occupation, and ended up on the NATO side – forged a comforting narrative where everything bad that happened was of external origin or in the past. When the war ends and the dust settles, the people involved are still around if not more or less in power, everything's still in shambles, no rights have been wronged, with a handful of exceptions fascists and collaborators have kept the fortunes they made on other people's misery and walk around unbothered, and no one talks about it.

[nthspecialll]

Uncle's truth

Uncle is a liar, he is a story teller and the most untrustful of the gang when it comes to his past because he tends to say things that are pretty obviously lies, like being a king in a forgein country or being a one shot kid, but there is one time where he seems to be telling the truth.

It is during a camp interaction with Pearson where Pearson is complaining about life at sea being hard and Uncle listening in, replying that life at sea isn't hard, it is a dream. You can heard the slight sorrow, the longing for something he didn't have but wished he did, he tries to keep the mood cheerful, but he realises quite fast that he can't and his voice falls flat.

It is pretty obvious what Uncle is about to say is truth, it is the only time I can tell he isn't lying. He talks about being nine years old, an orphan and living on his own in the streets of a city side by side with scumbags.

Also something interesting to note is that he was "living on his wits," he was nine years old and smart enough to survive in a place of crime and live through a lot of shit. He says "sharks ain't nothing compared to human beings." It is a reminder that even though he is a jolly old man, he is a man who lived his life with the worst from the beginning, he most likely has seen a lot of unease and troubles.

[unsoundedcomic]

When it comes to gangs I feel their influence and abilities to pull of a crime probably a better showcase than a gang war. Under that lens who is the greater gang. The frummagems or the Tanners? Both has pulled major political assassinations.

They're pretty different. The Frummagems and other Sharteshanian gangs are almost a public utility. Their smuggling provides a lot of hard-to-find items to the locals, their loan sharking is all half the population can afford to bank with, their protection services stand in for what's otherwise a pretty corrupt and useless police force, and their territorial control can actually keep the streets a little safer, because there are things they will not tolerate. Then they do the usual thievery, kidnapping, and begging. Not a lot of pointed elimination work goes on outside of retribution. Nary was useful for assassinating Rilursa BECAUSE the Frummagems aren't assassins. They were hard to trace and had no connection to Beadman.

The Tanners are assassins. They don't steal - they kill for coin. In fact they're a very punctilious organisation, one that enforces order in its neighborhood, and one that runs two very legitimate, aboveboard businesses (the killing is a third one, much less aboveboard).

So they're really difficult to compare. You're gonna meet the Tanners and be like, wow, these are the kindest and coolest Alds ever! And the Tannery is such a bright and merry spot of colour and fun in drab old grim Durlyne!

Just hope no one ever pays them to visit your house at night.

[bubuslutty]

pirate!captain Price au

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none. pretty sfw

a/n: im so in love with him it's pathetic. that's all I have to say

I need pirate!Captain Price.

I need him smoking with his foot propped up on the edge of his ship, the wind making his long coat dance in the wind.

I need him to stroke his beard while listening to whatever poor excuse someone gives him while owing him money before he orders his boys to tie them up and throw them to the sharks.

I need him to be ruthless with a soft spot for the misfits and orphans, more than often giving money to the beggars when he thinks no one is looking.

I need him to be a huge tease and start trimming his beard with his knife, or sword when someone’s boring him with loads of bullshit.

I need him to kiss a Lady breathless right before he jumps out of her window after he and his boys just robbed them of their riches.

I need him to place his hat on his face and take a nap on his hammock, snoring loudly away while his boys are daring each other to jump naked in the cold sea.

I need him to be so confident in himself and his skills, but not feel the need to prove it to anyone. He can take up anyone in a fight and win. He could have chugged 4 pints and was a bit wobbly on his feet, but as soon as he has his gun or sword in his hand, he never misses. Or heck, even his own fists could kill a man even if he was drunk, with pink cheeks, glassy eyes and all.

He’s fast, rude and absolutely despised by the Royal Navy. He’s been caught a couple of times and thrown in prison so he could be hung for his crimes, but he managed to escape every time. And when he didn’t, he would be standing in the middle of a clearing, waiting to be hung when his boys come out of nowhere, raining bullets and fire on the Navy, rescuing their Captain like they’ve done it a million times before. And the only reason he allowed himself to stay in the hands of the Navy for that long is because his boys begged him to let them rescue him, because according to their words, “It’d be fun."

I need pirate!Captain Price to be loved by pub owners and whores. Because not only is he generous when it comes to paying for everyone’s food and drinks, he’s generous in giving out as many orgasms as his partner for the night wants. He would treat the whores like Ladies, even though they won’t consider themselves anything close to high-class proper Lady. And when everyone’s satiated and drowsy, Price makes sure to leave a hefty amount of money under their pillow before he leaves.

Pirate!Captain Price who wouldn’t want to settle down any time soon, who feels more comfortable in constantly moving around and being surrounded by his boys, who’re practically his family. He feels like he’s meant to be some sort of shepherd to those who the streets treat unkindly. He’d rather offer a job to someone than see them lost in the streets, with no one to rely on. So he’s some sort of Robin Hood in his own ways.

And when fate finally slaps him across the face with love, it happens in the most unexpected ways. It happens on a random Monday, Gaz shouts that there’s another ship not far off on the East and everyone gets ready to attack it. When they do attack the ship, swinging abroad and scaring the crewmate shitless, John finds himself in the middle of a wedding, a bride, groom, guests and the priest about to make them say their vows.

And everyone is obviously terrified, but John’s no cruel man, he can’t ruin a poor couple’s special day, so he thinks about leaving until he meets the bride’s eyes. She was pretty, oh so pretty all dressed in white lace and pearls, but she also looked terrified, hands trembling on her sides and he understands, she was scared for her life. John glances at his boys and tells them to leave without saying a word, and then he notices the tables with wine and champagne, and John has to have a sip or bottle, doesn’t matter.

And that’s how he makes the biggest mistake ever, he walks to the front, where the couple was frozen along with the priest with the table to their left, and really, why put the drinks at the front? Why not at the back? But John doesn’t care to think too much of it, he ignores an old woman flinching and slapping a hand over her mouth and he hums, picks a flute of champagne, and their biggest, most expensive bottle of wine.

Right as his lips were about to touch the edge of the flute, he sees a blur of ivory white in the corner of his eyesight, and everything happens so fast that he failed to stop the bride from grabbing his sword right under his nose. John meets her eyes and it was the first time he truly felt scared for his life, her eyes were dark and absolutely furious and he thought that was it, he was about to die by the feet of a priest and groom, stabbed to death by the prettiest bride he’s ever seen, truly an Angel sent down to pierce his heart and make him bleed for all of his sins.

But she doesn’t stab him.

Instead, she buries the sword in her groom’s heart and the ship erupts in horrified gasps and screams. John watches in real time how the priest faints and how the groom meets his bride’s eyes, unable to breathe while his clothes are getting soaked in pure red at a concerning speed. He curses her out and John is so lost, what the fuck did just happen?

And it seemed like that was not all because the bride is panting and had a wild look on her face, and she turns to someone in the crowd, screaming at the top of her lungs, “I TRUSTED YOU!”

John looks at the crowd and quickly sees an older woman with a guilty and terrified look on her face, hm, must be her mother, same eyes and hair. Then the click of a gun somehow reaches John’s ears in the chaos and he sees a man lift his gun, pointing it towards the bride, and John realises it’s the poor bloke’s father who the bride just killed. John’s hands drop the bottle, the liquid staining his clothes and he grabs the bride without thinking, he throws her over his shoulder and snatches back his sword and jumps out of the window, landing on his ship.

And he doesn’t have to say anything before his boys steer his ship away and they sail as fast and as far as the wind carries them, away from the mess the bride left behind. Well, she wasn't a bride anymore, was she?

When John’s senses catch up with his reality, he finds himself hovering over the bride, her see-through veil still draped over her angelic face, doing nothing to hide her wild eyes as she stared at John, chest heaving up and down. And he was still clutching onto his sword, the blade bloody and warm, matching the same colour of the wine that was now staining his trousers.

What did I just do?

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[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Derek Powers 

A corporate shark of the highest order, Derek Powers would stop at nothing to become the most successful businessman out there.  He ran Powers Technology and attempted on numerous occasions to take over Wayne Enterprises.  Bruce Wayne had long since stepped away from the company and once Luscious Fox retired, Powers finally had the votes needed to orchestrate a merger, creating the conglomerate, Wayne-Powers with Powers himself as the chief executive officer.  

Wayne-Powers would go on to branch into multiple fields, absorbing numerous smaller companies and making Powers incredibly wealthy and powerful.  

In his unhinged efforts to augment his wishes and influences, Powers began to focus on weapons manufacturing, specifically biological agents to be sold to overseas entities.  Herein, Powers had his scientists cultivate a deadly, mutagenic nerve toxin.  In order to test this toxin, Powers arranged for an employee to be infected, making it look like an accidental leak.

Dying from the infection, the employee managed to smuggle out information on what Powers was up to, passing it along to Warren McGinnis.  Powers was aware that McGinnis had this information and he had his agent murder McGinnis and stage the scene so that it appeared a random crime perpetrated by the street gang known as The Jokerz.  

Warren’s teenage son, Terry, looked into his father’s murder, an investigation that ultimately led him to Bruce Wayne and resulted in the youth taking on the mantle of the new Batman.  As Batman, Terry was able to break up Powers’ scheme and prevent the sale of the biological weapon.  In the ensuing fracas, Powers was exposed to a lethal dosage of the nerve toxin.

Powers was rushed into treatment and bombarded with mutagenic radiation in hopes of counteracting the toxin.  The process succeeded in saving Powers life yet left him gravely transformed.  He was changed into a living dynamo of radioactivity with translucent skin.   Somehow he was able to evade prosecution and remained the CEO of Wayne-Powers.  Yet his condition continued to worsen and his efforts to reverse it all failed.  He slowly descended into madness and the super villain known as Blight.

Actor Sherman Howard provided the voice for Derek Powers, with the nemesis first appearing in the debut episode of Batman Beyond.   

[brokehorrorfan]

Created in the wake of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Street Sharks was an animated series and toy line about crime-fighting man-shark hybrids that aired from 1994 to 1997.

In honor of the 30th anniversary, Mattel is releasing 6" action figures of Slash (with drilling action), Ripster (with punching action), and Jab (with head-butt action). Priced at $25, each toy comes with a shark cage. They're expected to ship in July.

[chrissy-kaos]

Welp.. I done fucked up. I went out with Finn street sharking🦈 and hit a new high score with tickets 😂

“Street sharking is not a crime”

[mids-stupid-shit]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @theelderhazelnut last week but until last week I didn't write anything in several weeks, possibly a month even. Anyway...

Also special thanks to @ash-shark and @crowsnhoes for the help and privilege of writing their oc's

Sabbia would look away, shugging. Muchacha walks out and heads off all the way back to her home, slightly wobbling around as she walks through the streets. As she roams the streets, she overhears a conversation between two people, one in a purple cape and one with a raspy voice. She hides behind a wall, listening closely as she shakes her head. 

HAVIK: Now then, do you remember what I told you?

JAY: Be gay, do crime?

Havik’s eyebrows drop, as he facepalms.

HAVIK: The OTHER thing I told you?

JAY: Oh. Yeah, I do.

They said, taking a strange amulet out of their pocket. Then they put it back and looked back at Havik, who handed Jay a strange looking device.

HAVIK: When the time comes, tomorrow at high noon, you will toss this in the palace throne room and get out as fast as possible. Understood?

Jay nods, putting it in her adventure satchel. Havik puts his hand on their shoulder. Muchacha squinted, and turned away as soon as her eyes met Havik’s. Jay looks at Havik in the eyes as he looks away.

JAY: Something wrong, pookie?

Havik snaps back, tuning over to Jay.

HAVIK: Oh, i-its nothing. Just stick to the plan.

Jay nods, and turns away from the kleric of chaos.

HAVIK: Wait, Jay, before you go…

Jay turns, and Havik gives them a big hug as he whispers into his ear.

HAVIK: Stay safe, and may chaos be with you.

Havik and Jay then walk off in different directions as Muchacha walked off while looking back at them.

Tagglist: @meatgrinderminefield @bluehairedspidey @bi-force-1 @kaoticdreamer @jaydraw209 @biiguru @shiresome @bloody-arty-myths

[cloud-kaiju]

Mattress fusion form of Medley, the fusion hero cos sometimes you just love your bed too much.

"Morning After" Story below by @lulu-the-kaiju

Megan raised a soft right hand to block the morning light from shining directly into her eyes. The glare was intense, bouncing off some insidiously placed window across the street, so she raised her other right hand to help. With the intrusive sunbeam temporarily thwarted, she smiled to herself and snake her left hands down to pull the comforter up over her head. Only when doing so exposed her stomach, never mind her legs and tail, did she begin to parse that something might be afoot.

Megan stifled a yawn, bleary eye blinking, and rolled onto her side to glance at her partner, “That was some night, we really–”

An empty view, save for the legs of a bedstand, scattered with strewn clothes, drew her up short. Had Frankie snuck off early? And for that matter, why was she on the floor? She could've sworn her bed hadn't been repossessed, but then....

"Oh." Megan realized she was laying on the floor and must’ve absorbed the bed in the night. Her massive, rotund body sank comfortably into itself, tail flicking inquisitively, as she explored the new form with all four soft arms, from pillowy bosoms to quilted belly, “Wait, how did I– wait, where did she–”

Four arms. Medley didn’t usually have four arms, and neither did her date from the night before. The big purple sheep-shark blinked at pieces clicked together in her mind. Neither Frankie nor Megan were visible from her vantage point in the small apartment bedroom…

“So, we’re Medley after all then? The new super that absorbs everything? I owe Cal ten bucks.” She mumbled with surprising excitement.

A blush rushed to her cheeks, “Wh– hey, no! We’re just– I’m just Megan, we’re not–… wow, this secret identity thing is gonna be harder than I thought.”

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I won't tell anyone," Medley yawned, stretching limbs out in six different, alien directions, “So we’re a superhero then, eh?”

"Yup." She laid her head back down on the floor, the built-in padding comfier than any pillow either of them had ever used.

“We should go fight some crime, y’know? Save the day! We’re huge!”

Medley turned her head back away from the windows hostile glare, “Truuue, but we’re also really comfy like this. And kinda hungry. And it’s cold outside.”

“Those… are all very good points we just made.”

“We make a very convincing argument.”

“We do.”

Medley, in full agreement with herself, grabbed the nearest cellphone off her nightstand and searched up the nearest diner that would deliver breakfast.

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 16

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none, just a hint of violence

Summary: Jason and YN have settled into the Batfamily, but things never stay nice in Gotham

The heat in Gotham in mid-July was the worst. The pavement was sticky, the city smelled rank and it made having to walk around all day the worst experience possible. That was why so many people saved their outings until after dark. And that’s what you did also. You needed to meet a contact about Joker. He was still in Arkham but there were rumblings that Harley Quinn was resurfacing after her escape from Blackgate in early June. Your contact was supposed to meet you at the docks around 11PM, and it was still in the upper 80s with no breeze. The river looked refreshing honestly and you understood for a moment why Killer Croc would want to stay underwater all the time. It was 11:30 at the moment and you were about to give up when someone climbed out of the water.

“King Shark?” you said, having not expected that at all. “You said your name was Nan.”

“My name is Nanaue so I told the truth,” he said. You let out a nervous breath, not exactly a fan of all those teeth and being alone. “Are you Lady Red?” You nodded, still pleased with the name you and Jason had come up with to keep your name off the street as much as possible. He wasn’t going to want you out there fighting crime in a cape yet, but you could do your job and hopefully keep your real name and where you lived under wraps.

“You have information on Harley for me?” you asked. He nodded. “What do you want in exchange?”

“Nothing, Harley is my friend and I want you to stop looking for her. She is with us now, she does not like Joker anymore,” he said. You nodded.

“So, she’s not planning to break him out of Arkham?” you confirmed, and the shark shook his head. “Good, thank you.”

“Tell your friend he should take a shower, I can smell him from here,” the shark said before diving back into the river. You laughed out loud at that, turning and looking towards the nearby warehouse where you knew Jason was hiding, watching.

“Well, that was rude,” he said into the communicator you had in your ear. You laughed even more. “Do you think he’s lying about Harley?” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. He still had nightmares about Joker, you heard him across the hall crying out sometimes and had one more than one occasion run into his room and climbed in next to him, letting him curl around you as he listened to your heartbeat to fall back asleep.

“I normally can tell if people are lying, but he is a giant shark so it’s a little harder to tell, but I think he was telling the truth,” you said. King Shark’s voice has been even, his eyes focused on you, not skirting around. “I’m going to head down to the Diamond District, I need to visit CADMUS. You can go back to your own thing; I don’t think a scientist is going to kidnap me.”

“I’m sorry have you met most of the scientists in this city? They’re the worst,” Jason answered. “But I do have to get moving, Penguin is trying to run some guns through East End and well, I need some more guns.” You rolled your eyes, climbing into the McLaren you so desperately loved to steal from Bruce’s garage.

“Yes, more guns, Bruce will love that,” you said. You heard him laugh and smiled. “Did you show him those new designs you were working on?” He didn’t answer. “Red, your designs are good and they would help you be less lethal, which we all know he will love, and you should also show him your updates to the exploding gel.” You heard him clear his throat. “Ok, I’ll stop, see you at home later Hoodie.” You took the communicator from your ear and drove off towards CADMUS.

Jason heard you disconnect, not being able to stop the smile that appeared when you said you would see him at home. He didn’t exactly know how or when it happened, but he had a home and a family again. He was even on decent terms with Tim, though he wasn’t telling anyone that yet. Even Bruce had taken him back to the basketball court to see how he did, and he was pleased to say he won that round of 1-on-1. And YN, she had made everything come together, held him together, even when he was about to fall apart. The nightmares didn’t stop, and sometimes even the coping skills that Dr. Thompkins was teaching him in their sessions wasn’t even to keep the sound of laughter and screeching metal at bay in his mind, but he was having more good days than bad now. It was refreshing and freeing.

He dropped down to the ground from the warehouse and hopped on his bike, heading towards East End to deal with Penguin and get himself some new guns. He was just crossing over into East End when he saw too late the spike strips across the darkened alley. He tired to veer but they bike hit them, tires bursting and sending him and the bike spinning out. He slid on the pavement, lucky for his armor and helmet or he would have been torn to shreds. He still felt the pain of impact but thought he was safe from most of the damage. He jumped up, ready to attack when he felt the bat to his back. He spun, guns aimed and fired at the retreating attacker. What the hell? He looked around, watching as dozens of guys walked out of the surrounding buildings. And there on the fire escape was Penguin.

“I see you got my invitation,” he said. Jason didn’t respond but saw what was going on. The gun run was a ruse and he had fallen for it. “Your men are dead, I already had them thrown into the river. You on the other hand, you are a bigger problem.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Jason snarked, watching around him for someone to make the first move.

“Ya, well, it's time I deal with you. Go ahead boys, have fun, but I want him alive,” Penguin said, waving his hand and disappearing back into the building. They descended and Jason knew, even as he fought and clawed and shot and stabbed, that he didn’t have a chance.

By the time Tim responded to the tracker alarm Jason had activated all that was left in the alley was his guns and a torn-up leather jacket covered in blood.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @cain-e-brookman and @mysticstarlightduck!

OC Poll Tag

Rules: list all your main ocs and give brief descriptions of them. then, create a poll with their names and allow your followers to vote on who their favourite character is.

I'll just do Honor's Outcasts (with portraits!) ;)

Izjik Meautammera: With the teeth of a shark, the build of a strongman, and the scars of a career fighter, this halawemavar (catfish selkie) cuts an intimidating figure. However, on the inside, she's anything but. Izjik has a soft heart and can't help but take in strays. She has a deep emotional intelligence despite a total lack of academic intelligence, and strong sense of empathy, even winning over enemies with her sheer determination. She longs for a simple life despite her unwilling position as the channel of a godkiller. As much as she is frightened to learn anything about her affliction, Izjik fights her way towards freedom with grit, love, and occasional moments of extraordinary violence.

Sepo Kaiacynthus: Speaking of extraordinary violence.... Sepo’s life was shaped by the execution of his brother, followed by his own revenge on the government that did so, which resulted in the removal of his tongue - a terrible fate for a siren and former Singer Priest. His disposition is dark and prickly. He keeps to himself with a very aloof demeanor, and if you get too close, he will bite. However, if you manage to make it past his angry shell, he will protect you to his last breath. Sepo lives for his friends. He won't lose them like he lost his brother. His other great love is music. As a siren, he comes across as a bit of a music snob, but that's just how he lets himself feel his feelings.

Twenari Undetasib/Devaris: Another person who doesn't feel their feelings is Twenari. Looking at her, you'll find a weirdly stoic twelve-year-old with all the pragmatism of a lifelong businesswoman and all the cunning of a career criminal. Which makes sense, given she was raised by Illaros's most brutal and successful smuggler. Twenari’s passion lies in her sorcery. She's a magical prodigy who seeks to perfect her craft and master all arcane disciplines. This goal can come off as a little power hungry, however, Twenari really does pursue power for the sake of learning. Later on, she pursues it to help her friends. Slowly and with the help of her found family, Twenari has been learning to be a kid again. She cautiously ventures into social spaces and offers to help with taxes as a form of friendship, but she's trying.

Djek Kagura: Trying is a core part of Djek’s character. Trying and failing again and again to be a tough gangster, a worthy friend, or a worthwhile son. When Djek was seven, his parents kicked him out during a famine to cut down on mouths to feed. He was the weakest and neediest, after all. Later, he was sold out by his partner in crime. He was a sorry excuse for a sorcerer, after all, and nowhere near cold enough to be a proper street tough. Because of this, Djek holds onto every relationship he has with an iron-knuckled grip. When he's too skittish to be a proper fighter, he makes people laugh instead. He is pretty funny, in a disreputable sort of way. Djek also has a keen sense of emotional intelligence and a deep sense of empathy, which makes it all too easy for him to sympathize with people others say he shouldn't. He's just a silly guy, you know?

I'll tag @evilgabe29 @leahnardo-da-veggie @sableglass @daisywords @davycoquette and anyone else who wants to play :)