#the verse that keeps coming back

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this_is_stupid.mp4

[stillwaterinc]

i have nowhere to put my batman thoughts so they’re going here

jason comes back as the red hood, planning to take out his little replacement or at least hurt him bad enough that he drops the suit and lets robin die but suddenly, a month before his plan is to start, robin disappears. and so does the joker.

what? jason looks, he scours security cameras and internet forums, even weasels his was into the gcpd’s files and…

nothing. there’s nothing.

no bodies reported, joker’s not in arkham or black gate or any other prison, he hasn’t finally been given the death penalty he just. disappeared.

he can’t find anything on robin either, or tim drake, for months until he stumbles upon a nearly perfect patient file in some hospital records.

nearly. it’d be perfect to anyone else but jason, even years later, can recognize bruce and barbara’s finger prints all over it. it’s a cover. a cover for what though? he reads through the file, tim drake’s file, presumably and finds… well.

someone clearly tortured the kid, and with the meds he was being prescribed it got to him. it would’ve gotten to anyone.

jason shudders reading the initial injury report. electric burns, lots of them, are what catches his eye the most but there’s all kinds of stuff. what catches his eye the most though is the lacerations that had to be stitched either side of the kid’s mouth. shit.

he doesn’t get the full picture, not yet, but pieces are starting to come together. the joker has been missing for a while, just a little longer than jason’s replacement has been in the hospital for some violent injuries.

the joker is missing.

tim drake is in the hospital.

something happened, clearly. the joker did something to tim, something awful, something bad enough that the joker disappeared and the kid’s been in the hospital for weeks.

bruce didn’t make it in time, only this time robin wasn’t dead, he’d been broken.

someone had gotten to robin, to tim drake, before jason could, had gotten to him so badly that even after he was released he wasn’t robin anymore.

not because he didn’t want to be, a few bugs here and there in the manor let him know that much, but because bruce wouldn’t let him.

it comes out, in one of these arguments, that time killed the joker. shot him dead. and jason almost wants to congratulate the kid for it, or wants to strangle bruce and ask him how the hell he let robin, who’s just a kid, tim, who’s just a fucking kid, get anywhere near a position where he had the means and desire to fatally shoot the joker.

because that’s it, isn’t it? the reason jason’s like this, doing this, is because of the joker. jason knows how to use guns because of the joker. he’ll never go to college like a normal kid because of the joker. and now tim.

tim wants to be robin, asks for it, begs bruce to let him back out in the suit and jason nearly finds himself agreeing with bruce. the joker’s gone sure but what if someone else tries the same thing? what if someone tries worse? being in the suit’s already gotten tim this much pain, why risk more?

it hits jason, one night, that he stopped being angry at tim a while ago. a long while. he can’t be angry at bruce either, because the joker is dead. there’s no one to enact vengeance for his death on anymore.

anyways most of my posts are about incest please don’t follow me for batman content

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[nellandvoid]

when you try to flirt with the weird guy from the cabin in the woods but he’s so depressed that he doesn’t even look at you while you’re talking to him

panels from a scrapped first meet concept (ended up changing how they actually meet) but i love how they look aka: i spent so much fucking time drawing them that i couldn’t just not show y’all

they do still first “meet” when stan does his first tour and takes ford’s identity, but they don’t actually meet-meet until about a week later

she worked as a janitor at dusk 2 dawn at the time and would deliver groceries to the actual ford when he stopped doing his weekly restock (he helped her clean up a spill once so she decided she owed him her life) so they have their first one-on-one convo when she goes to drop the groceries off and stan invites her in to look around as a thank-you when he recognizes her from the tour, and she agrees cause she was originally very curious about why ford never let her into his cabin before when dropping off groceries and then became even MORE curious when he just. randomly charges everyone to come take a tour of the place

[cuteniaarts]

Hey 🗑️🔥 gang (@katkastrofa @rokurookajima @shadelorde)…

Heard you guys like feral women 😏😏😏

[walkswithmyfather]

‭Psalms 24:1-10 (NLT‬). [1] “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to him. [2] For he laid the earth’s foundation on the seas and built it on the ocean depths. [3] Who may climb the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? [4] Only those whose hands and hearts are pure, who do not worship idols and never tell lies. [5] They will receive the Lord’s blessing and have a right relationship with God their savior. [6] Such people may seek you and worship in your presence, O God of Jacob. Interlude [7] Open up, ancient gates! Open up, ancient doors, and let the King of glory enter. [8] Who is the King of glory? The Lord, strong and mighty; the Lord, invincible in battle. [9] Open up, ancient gates! Open up, ancient doors, and let the King of glory enter. [10] Who is the King of glory? The Lord of Heaven’s Armies— he is the King of glory.”

‭Psalms 24:7 (TPT‬). [7] “So wake up, you living gateways! Lift up your heads, you doorways of eternity! Welcome the King of Glory,for he is about to come through you.”

The King is coming soon! Hallelujah and Amen! 🙏🕊️🙌

[rattlesnakeshine]

VERSE IV: supernatural horror AU

After being killed in a violent altercation preceded by betrayal and motivated by greed, Dregs is left in a shallow grave, unmarked and deep in the countryside. There's no rest to be had, and he claws his way out of the mud on the very next night. After getting revenge on the ones who orchestrated his death, he assumed, and perhaps hoped, his life would truly end, but instead he's left with a hunger only satiated by human flesh, with no reason to keep going other than being left with no other choice.

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Dregs is, essentially, a ghoul: an undead creature who consumes human flesh. Without it, he won't die, but he will become extremely weak and be in great discomfort, and even pain, if he goes long enough. He's able to walk in the sun, but he's weakened (less so on overcast days), and the off-look of him is more obvious in the light of day -- the grayish tint his formerly deep brown skin has taken on, and the way his eyes aren't quite shiny enough, and the whites are slightly yellowed. He has scars from the fatal injuries he sustained: bullet holes in his chest and abdomen and the jagged cut of a knife deep in his side. While they are healed, they don't look like something one would survive, particularly the knife wound, which has left a deep gouge where the flesh never regrew.

[deus-ex-mona]

wdym christmas is next week?????

[calamitys-child]

Flint is Highwayman by the Highwaymen and Madi is Highwomen by the Highwomen but unfortunately Silver is The Pilgrim by Kris Kristofferson

[curiosityshop]

Gonna put some more muses on the muse page today, I think!

[sharpsuite]

[ cover ] for chishiya ... from niragi . damn .

↳ NONVERBAL MEMES ↳ [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket 

     “ Can you slow down a bit? Have you considered the fact that your strides are a lot bigger than mine? “ Chishiya can’t help the grumble and pointedly ignores looking at Niragi DESPITE how he’s leaning against him for support as they make their way through the empty Beach hallways. ( Everyone else fast asleep, dead, or still playing a game. ) The height difference makes it awkward for the both of them ; likely more so for Niragi’s spine. But Chishiya hadn’t expected for Niragi to HELP. He hadn't thought the other had noticed something was amiss. Chishiya had been perfectly content to sit in the car until everyone was gone – the other players had rushed out as soon as they arrived and he had fully expecting Niragi to storm out too. Then Chishiya could slip in and limp to his room and call it a night. He was a doctor, he knew he should ice his injured ankle but he wasn't not keen on ANYONE seeing him weak. None of the idiots in the car had noticed anything was off when Chishiya had made his way to the car after the game. No one other than Niragi if his lingering presence in the car had been anything to go by.

   His mind struggles to make sense of it all. Niragi is HERE helping him move while putting as little weight as possible on his twisted ankle. It brings an unfamiliar feeling to the surface within his chest that he doesn’t want to think about. Not when Niragi’s right here. Eventually they make it to his room and he doesn’t bother to try to scold Niragi for slamming the door open. He’s too tired, he’s hurting, and he doubts it would achieve anything. There’s nothing to even indicate this is anyone’s room much less an EXECUTIVE'S other than a few blankets and his shoes and a spare hoodie. It’s as blank as the man himself. “ You were very confident opening that door with no proof I didn’t have a trap set. “ He hates how exhausted his voice sounds, lacking the smug taunting tone he usually has. But he has enough energy to roll his eyes at the less than graceful shove towards his bed. He doesn’t protest for once and collapses onto the bed, dragging himself up until he can sink into the pillows. That’s it.

   Or so he thinks. Chishiya’s cold in the air conditioning but trying to retrieve the blankets feels like too much work. Apparently he doesn’t need to. Chishiya’s eyes stay shut despite feeling one and then two of his fluffy blankets being draped over him. It’s the most absurd image ; Niragi fetching blankets and covering him with it. ( And if Chishiya gives a small sigh of comfort when he nuzzles into them, well that’s just another secret to keep to the growing list between them. ) “ Any chance I can get some ice? “ He mumbles ; he decides the potential mockery or insults NOW would be better than potentially risk any commentary of being caught by Niragi later if he tried to go get some. Or anyone for that matter. Mainly the latter if he's honest with himself. Maybe it won’t achieve anything – at least he tried and he can come up with some snide defense later if need be.

  He hears movement and his hand reaches out to loosely grasp Niragi’s hand before the other can disappear – be it to get him ice or just leave. His eyes are open and focused again, peering at Niragi from under the blankets. His lips part, a moment of hesitation drawing out as he tries to find what he wants to say. More like tries to swallow his pride.  “ . . . Thanks, Niragi. “ His touch lingers a split second more and then he retracts his hand back under the blankets that he curls into. How often has Niragi ever been thanked? The thought is a random one – he can’t assume it’s been very much. He pulls the blankets tighter around him and focuses on that instead of everything else. Instead of the fact he let Niragi into his space and it felt FINE, instead of the fact Niragi helped, instead of how warm Niragi was, instead of being draped in his favorite blankets. Chishiya CAN'T even blame this on Niragi because he knows he could have said a million cruel things to drive the other away before any of this happened. But he hadn't. Instead he'd let him help and thanked him. He shoves the thoughts and alarms in his head away and gives a silent, slow exhale. / @crue11

[ladyseidr]

The rabbit's ears sink lower in their sockets, upper halves folded as forward as possible on their hinges. The most tangible portrayal of sadness he can manage aside from the half-lidded eyes over his permanent smile. "I know we're—," Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, "—not the stars of the show no more, but maybe I could go on sometime? Like the old days." As himself, he meant. "For an anniversary or somethin'."

[coolspacequips]

Honestly dipped back into hsr at the last second of black swans banner bc I wanted her so bad lol, but I haven't played in forever so I could only pull a handful of times then give up.... Then I hated acheron's look so much I dropped it again LMAO but now that they're lesbians caught in an Eldritch horror romance 👀👀👀👀

[soulsxng]

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞ Myles/JJ

@hhemeraa

It was one of those rare moments of vulnerability between the two, as they lay together in the little tent. Pressed close (even though JJ could tell Myles probably wasn't thrilled about it) to stave off the undeniable chill that the air had taken on once the sun had set, and waiting for sleep to take them.

The day had been a difficult one, wrought with fighting and death after a surprise attack from an enemy force on the road. Many of their remaining men were injured to some degree, and while they had accomplished their objective, (albeit not in the way they'd planned) they still needed to make it back. Which meant that it was more important now than ever for JJ and Myles to be the reliable (infallible) leaders their men saw them as, and show a united front between the two of them to put the others at ease.

Only when they had retired to rest, were they able to let those masks fall. Voices soft and-- at least in JJ's case-- not bothering to hide the bone deep exhaustion that plagued both body and mind.

"Mm..." Amber eyes open a bit to look at Myles, and a small hum of agreement escapes him. Typically, he was the type that would take a minute to think of what the best response, when someone shared something like this with him. But now? Words spilled easily from his lips, uncaring of whether or not it might make him seem weak in some way. "Do you think you'll ever get to that point?"

"I've always told myself that I will, once I get where I'm 'supposed to be' in life, or something along those lines. But...where is that, even? A lot of times, I have no idea. And others, I feel like I'm just repeating whatever I've grown up being told."

The prince eventually trails off, fingers toying idly up and down his betrothed's hip. "...I don't know if I can really do anything to help take that feeling away permanently. Or if you would even want me to try. But for what it's worth, I could probably manage to distract you for a little while, at least. We're going to be in this arrangement for a while, so if you ever need support in anything...I'm here, Myles."

[valeriefauxnom]

Lost Scales

So, a bit belated, but upon the comments of a few on AO3 on the newly-posted chapter, there's now a formal repository for me to put any 'missing scenes' and the like for Scaling!

It only has the one chapter I put up on here first, so no need to look at it if you've already read it! But I'd figured I'd put out a formal announcement regardless.

I'll also say that with the newest chapter I put out Feb.28? ...being unexpectedly early, it's quite possible that the next one will be a bit later, since it's likely to be an important one to the direction of the plot. My apologies for the wait, but in the meantime, I hope that this+the early chapter helps make up for it!

[sparklestheunicorn]

I can see you is so pen and kelsea coded