#the taker

[residents-of-spookys-mansion]

*Traps them all in a nightmare of their biggest fears and flaws*

I hadn't done this in a while~

Enjoy and good luck, you'll need it!

-Mr. Pseudo

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Kris Kristofferson “The Taker” featuring Joan Baez—The Silver Tongued Devil and I, July 1971.

[marcys-garbage-bunker00]

TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO

Yeah i was in a spooky mood, made this silly art of Specimen 9, aka The Taker~

[tanith-rhea]

Wait wait wait, can someone explain what is this? And how did I never see it before? Is a fan-made thing? Is it something else? Book promotion?? What??

[ollydrawings]

Personal piece for my old woman oc <3

Wanted to experiment more with saturation and intensity

[aesopsbaby]

IS THAT THE TAKER AND REBIRTH??? (Wow. Ace brings back old ocs)

I genuinely forgot about these two 😭😭 so here's them. (You'll never see them again./...hj...)

[ladysqueakinpip]

guys hot uquiz was just discovered but I'm taking it about 100 yrs too late. anyways everyone share how wifeable you are.

THE WIFE RATING SCALE 1929

[halalchampagnesocialist]

Just a random thought but can you imagine how much information about Palestinians and our history exists in Hebrew sources and we don't have access to that bc the vast majority of us don't speak it, let alone read and write it?

esp because Israel destroyed our archives so there's probably information we don't know that was sealed into those archives and are now gone forever

[peacemore-springs]

The Taker That Took

the taker that took amid toxic volumes of manmade chemical compounds was only living his life in this way because that was what he'd been taught.

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[emchante]

brother’s best friend!carlos x innocent!reader - mdni

your brother always has his friends round at your house, that’s nothing new. but when he starts to bring someone you hadn’t seen before, your eyes are opened. carlos sainz was someone you had heard of, but never met. you’re drawn to him from day 1, sneaking glances towards him, listening into his conversations with your brother to hear his deep, accented voice. you think you’re discreet, but you really aren’t. 

lucky for you, carlos has had his eye on you the whole time.

brother’s best friend!carlos who is alone with you one day while your brother took a trip to the shop. he complains about being cold, and you ask him if you could get him anything to help with it. you’re shocked when his eyes drop to your tits, telling you a fun fact that tits are natural hand warmers. you want to help him of course, so you let him take you onto his lap and cup your tits. he teases your nipples with pinches and twists, occasionally squeezing your tits. you don’t question it of course, maybe it was just part of the process.

brother’s best friend!carlos who overhears you on a phone call with your friends, listening as you get teased for not even having your first kiss. after the call is over, carlos comes into your room, asking about the call. you’re embarrassed, but carlos is a good friend so it’s okay to tell him about it. he offers to help you figure out kissing, pulling you onto his lap as he teaches you. after some making out, he feels your wet panties against his own erection. you tell him you don’t understand why that is, but carlos explains it for you, in his own way.

brother’s best friend!carlos who teaches you how to touch yourself. after finding you frustrated in your room one night, he invites himself in and asks if you’d like his advice on how to relieve the stress. you agree obviously, carlos would know best! that’s how you end up with carlos laying against your head rest, your back to his chest, with his hands on yours to help you out. he’s showing you how to finger yourself, the best ways to stimulate your clit, and even allowing you to rut against his hand.

brother’s best friend!carlos who invites you to watch a movie with him, your brother and their other mutual friend. he sits you next to him of course, draping a blanket over the both of you. halfway through the movie, his hand moves from your thigh and into your panties as he beings to finger your soaked cunt. all the while, his eyes are still on the tv screen, as if he were doing nothing.

brother’s best friend!carlos who catches you humping your pillow as you bite down on your hand, trying to stop any noises from escaping you. he opens the door and tuts, and you flush a deep red at being caught. you stutter excuses, saying you thought it would help relieve the stress, but carlos shakes his head. he explains that you’ll only be able to cum with his help, as he knows your body better than you. you nod in acceptance, after everything he has told you– that makes sense. carlos wouldn’t lie to you, right?

[residents-of-spookys-mansion]

Okay, not like proper ask or anything, but I hope you been doing ok now. But something a little simple:

Anything 9 related would be fine. It can be as crappy as you want, idc

- 🍎

Taker the baker

[norsko]

[myfriendgoo94]

anybody need a thicc goth gf? 👻🦇🐈‍⬛🖤🎃🕷️💀

[houseofcucci]

I’m so sad I need a shoulder to put my legs on 🫣

[ghcstao3]

soap knows there’s something up about ghost, but he’s not quite sure what.

it’s not a bad sort of thing, nor is it really a sort of thing that affects daily life or any operations or even the way he feels about ghost—it’s just something that has him suspicious, something that has him curious, and soap is desperate to find out what it is that’s nagging him.

eventually, soap’s first clue comes along in a very subtle form. it takes weeks—months to figure it out, but once soap notices, he can’t stop noticing.

soap has always been aware of ghost’s heterochromia. it’d been one of the very few things he’d been privy to since the beginning, considering ghost’s eyes are the only part of his face soap had known for the longest time. but then soap searches his memory, and starts to look a little closer, and realizes that the colours—and in which eyes—change.

when they met, ghost’s right eye was a deep, earthy brown, his left eye a more olive-toned hazel. just the other day, ghost’s right eye was a deep, earthy brown, his left eye a glacial blue. a few weeks ago, his right eye was green, his left eye grey.

and so on.

soap doesn’t really know what exactly it means just yet, but it’s certainly a start. he’ll be investigating more now, incredibly intrigued by the nearly undetectable shift he’d completely overlooked for so long now.

he wonders what other subtle changes he might have missed. clearly he doesn’t pay as close attention to ghost as he thought.