#they can suppress it

[justhereforsomethingnice]

Demon twins feelings

Danny and Damian are twins. They have a connection. A connection stronger than most. They didn’t realize at first that it wasn’t normal. Every touch one felt, the other felt too.

Sure, they could turn it off so the other didn’t feel every cares of their sleeping blanket or the punishment they received by Ra’s or his servants, however the worst was always felt. Breaking through in a numbed agony for the other. When Damian won the spar to be the demons sole heir, he felt the stab of his own sword, felt it as the Lazarus pit stung his brothers skin and the painful breath after he had left the pit. However, he didn’t rise from the pit. Yet he felt it.

He kept silent, his brother deserved to live instead of being the permanent spare. His life would be in danger. Every time they had time for each other, communicated by a swipe over their inner elbow, a soft scratch from a nail, copied by the other if they had time. They talked in morse code for hours. When Damian came to live with his father, they even exchanged burned phone numbers.

It wasn’t until they just hit 14 that Damian screamed for the first time in a long time from his connection. Family not letting him out of sight for days. He didn’t tell them he knew the origins of the pain. Frantic communication the days after. Danny was okay.

The months after it became clear Danny had changed. He began flinching sometime. Feeling a twinge of guild. His brother must’ve felt that often too with Damian being Robin. His family noticed, of course they did. They’re a family of detectives. Yet he refused to say anything. Danny had made a life for himself, was the vigilante of his own town, he did not need his families problems with his own. Did not need their obsessive behaviour.

That was until their sixteenth birthday. Danny had suppressed his feelings. Must’ve been an annoying ache, they both did it often, to not bother their other half. It was during family night that it happened. Damian flinched in pain. His brothers noticed, used to him flinching and trying to find a connection or origin of this flinch. This time was different however. Damian’s flinch turned into a look of horror. Short gasps as he tried to suppress the pain. Non of his brothers were watching whatever movie had been playing, all pretense gone.

The gasps turned into moans and groans of pain. The horror on his face growing. That was the day the rest of the Wayne family and family friends learned of their youngest twin.

The moment the other half of Damian got a scalpel pierced through his trashing chest, slowly but surely leaving a burning phantom Y on the current Robins chest.

[sir-camelot]

Zmarqa is one of my absolute favorite Hualian artists that I found on Twitter and this is just a taste of some of her more recent work.

She writes and draws her own comics of AUs involving them that have so much thought put into them. Her pieces in general are so detailed and you're almost always rewarded for taking the time to really look at them.

Since she's not active here on Tumblr, I would highly recommend following her on Twitter (zmarqa), Twitch (Zmarqaa), or, if you have the spare funds, Patreon (Zmarqa). Her Patreon Discord is full of great folks and she pretty frequently streams on there for patrons, so it is well worth the cost.

I did get permission from her before making this post with her artwork.

[s0fter-sin]

kneeling is a broad term for what ghost does with price

surrendering is slightly more accurate but even that doesn’t hope to touch the sheer desperation in the way he clutches at him; his body bowed low at his feet, his legs latched around one of his, hugging it so tightly to his chest his arms shake as he digs his face into his thigh

it’s only here that he can finally give in to the screaming; to the distant voice he strangles into silence every day of his life. the one who begs him to make himself as small as possible; do everything he can to hide from the ever encroaching demons growling and salivating at his heels

it’s only here, in the dark of price’s barracks, hidden by a bed at his back and a wall to his front, that he finally lets himself stop running; only between solid combat boots and worn fatigues does he let himself tremble and admit to the choking fear

he’d break open price’s chest if he could; crawl past his gushing viscera and curl up under his ribs, hidden in the warm dark

ghost clawed his way out of the grave with broken nails and gritted teeth but he wouldn’t mind being buried again if it meant being cradled in the safety of price’s insides. his warm blood and soft lungs would blanket him, mask the stench of his rotten flesh until he could even convince himself that, maybe, he too was still alive

he shifts, unnerved by his own longing, and price runs his hand over the crown of his mask the same way he’d card it through his hair until he settles once more

he grounds him over the long hours it takes for his white-knuckled grip to relax into a loose hold; for his face to stop grinding into the meat of his thigh and simply rest in his lap, his bracketing legs the only thing holding his lax body up as he floats, untethered by fear

[bluerosefox]

Presence Pressure

Danny learned the reason why both his adopted parents and the GIW find it a little hard to somewhat track him down in human form (unlike when he's in ghost form) is because when he was still in the LOA he learned to suppress his presence (he was always good stealth, blending in, and other things like that, unlike his brother who didn't have the patience for it) and he does it subconsciously in human form but not in ghost form.

After finding that out he starts to train his ghost form to suppress his core/presence to that nearly of a blob ghost (and boy has it been fun being able to sneak his way into fights when his rogues come to town. Skulker is both the best and worst, he enjoys the challenge, Danny won't lie he enjoys testing his abilities against the 'greatest hunter')

Once Danny got a good handle on it, his parents suddenly burst into his room and announced that they're heading to Gotham tonight!

Cause apparently that 'ghost scum' ecto-signature has been detected there and they finally found it after months of recalibrating their inventions to find his trail. (And where his parents went the GIW have their eyes in his parents which meant they're not to far behind)

Danny is stunned (he forgot Damian and his DNA were very similar due to being 'hand-crafted' and the fact they grew up around the Lazarus Pits, that Danny suspected was dirty ecto now)

Oh... oh no.

[smallpwbbles]

I might be a little very insane but the way Shadows eye lit up and looked like the doom eye for a sec

[platoapproved]

It was an outrageous request.

[sakurm]

it's a feeling i don't like

[amysubmits]

Please don't let tumblr or any other BDSM or D/s community convince you that subs don't have a ton of emotional needs. As many needs as any other person. Sexual needs included. Subs aren't house plants or pet fish. It is an extremely valid thing for a sub to be in need of an orgasm, or of sexual attention that is focused on them rather than their partner, emotional affection, gentleness, to feel like a priority, the list is basically endless.

[momentomori24]

Can we put this somewhere in the top 5 sexiest things Shadow has done please

[maudiemoods]

I told myself I wouldn't but my hand slipped

I was rewatching Steven universe and couldn't help myself aararraar

No full au djjwjd just doodles and ideas djsjjdsj

After leaving home world, they both change their appearance. Idk to what exactly because that last doodle is just casual wear but they definitely have a set outfit they like. Moon's hair changes into a shaggy cut! He likes a more scrappy look. He keeps his hat of course jejsjsj

[snowdrop-yoongi]

my favorite thing about baek hyun-woo's portrayal is that he isn't even a loser. he's an incredibly cool and competent lawyer who also happens to act like a loser

[beccabloo]

My Rook Eruwen Aldwir is having a TIME.

This man is DANGEROUS.

Also a bonus because he so pretty and sweet.

(Just pretend they are near an area in the fade where the buildings aren’t visible)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[thepenultimateword]

Types of Confessions : Public Confession

CW: Murder

“I love you!”

For a moment, the entire street seemed to go quiet. Cameras whirred from behind blockades. Nervous feet scraped the asphalt as police shifted, attention briefly moving from Supervillain to the battered hero who had just thrust their way into the line of fire.

Supervillain could only stare, the edge of their knife pressed to the Director’s throat. Just a smidge more pressure, and he’d bleed like the pig he was.

But there was Hero, breathing hard, hair sweaty and ragged in their face, costume in tatters. Supervillain had sent several of the syndicate to hold onto them until this business was over, but apparently they didn’t compare to a legal power user when they really wanted something.

“Don’t do it,” Hero said, stumbling forward another step. They were bleeding through one leg of their leggings. “You do it, and every officer here shoots you down. Or they catch you and dissect your brain until they figure out what went wrong. Why you can still hurt people.”

Supervillain raised their brow. “And if I do stop? What? Mr. Director here forgets I ever threatened him?”

Hero took another step. “I made a deal. I-if you stop. We can leave. Together. They won’t stop you. You don’t have to be trapped in this city anymore. You don’t have hide.”

Supervillain could feel the director’s shoulders relax a little. He was confident that Supervillain would take this out. Exchange all his bitterness for a happy ending.

“This is my magnum opus,” Supervillain said. What I’ve built my career on. You want me to give it up?”

“I love you!”

“Why should that matter?”

Hero choked.

The director stiffened.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. This is about us. And everyone this city exploits. And crushes. And pushes under the rug. This place is supposed to be some sort of powered utopia but it’s a scheme. And I like it better when I’m the one behind the curtain.”

“Please. Please I don’t want to lose you.”

Supervillain’s heart pounded. Hero’s words only now just soaking in. They didn’t make a difference. But they felt warm in their chest. Hopeful. Grateful. Regretful.

They might never get the chance to actually kiss them. To hold them. To go on a date with them. To tell—

They could do that part. They’d intended to never say it, but well…

“I love you too.”

“Supervillain…” Hero sounded pleading. They knew it wasn’t the sort of ‘I love you’ that expected longevity.

“We could always do both.”

“Supervillain, no wait— I don’t even know if I— This isn’t how—”

They gazed directly into Hero’s eyes. “Save me, my hero.”

Then they slit the director’s throat.

[sollucets]

"Will she only be staying for a few days, then, Your Highness?" "Probably a few months."

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

Playing Ikevil

Liam: "Don't force yourself to smile. It may be kind to others, but not yourself."

Playing Ikepri

Clavis: "Paint a smile over your fears and doubts and no body will know what you're feeling. You'll be surprised how much it cheers you up."

Me: "I'm getting mixed messages."