#they're locked in there with her

[theloneotaku158]

Kidnapper: "We want the money, or the little girl gets it, Wayne!" Bruce: "Little girl--? Oh. OH. Ohoho, you kidnapped Cass? (ominous chuckling) Have fun sweetie~" Kidnapper: "Wha-- are you insane?! We have your freakin' daughter tied up and--" every thug in the room turns around to find Cass' seat suddenly vacant "--at… g-gun… point?"

Bruce hangs up the phone

All the thugs start frantically searching around the room, wondering where the hell their hostage vanished to.

Cass, lurking in the dark corner of the room, seemingly clinging to the wall above them like fucking Spider-Man: *Prowler.mp4*

Cass strolls back into Wayne Manor like 5 minutes later, just kinda shrugging when Bruce asks if she had fun being in a hostage situation. She doesn't get the appeal.

the batkids getting kidnapped must be such a hassle for bruce cuz he has to play 20 questions just to figure out which kid it is.

"The short one? So not Dick or Jay. Damian is home right now, so not him. That leaves 4. Black hair? Not Stephanie, okay. Looks bored? Honestly, that doesn't narrow things down at all. A girl? Oh, okay it's Cassandra. Alright, tell her to not take too long, dinner is in 30 minutes."

[blondie-drawings]

holding space for whatever the hell this is /pt1/pt2/pt3/pt4

[iwasbored777]

This flashback breaks my heart. His reactions show that he was just a little kid scared of everything and he doesn't understand what they're doing to him. He's so small and scared. He doesn't have Maria anymore and he doesn't have Gerald either. They took people he trusted, people who treated him like a kid and now he's all alone, with people who only see him as danger and treat him like he's a monster.

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay but it's super interesting how

Din = Power = Ganondorf

Naryu = Wisdom = Zelda

Farore = Courage = Link.

Because Din, in the hylian creation myth, created the physical world. Naryu then created the laws - gravity, time, etc. And Farore finally created life - plants and people.

Din created the body, naryu the mind, Farore the soul.

And the triforce and its wielders so perfectly reflect that.

Ganon is physical power, he is big and intimidating and he breaks things. He is cunning and determined, but that's not what he focuses on. He is might makes right.

Zelda is wisdom and cleverness. She is stall tactics and information and team work. She is a powerful mage with a spine of steel, but that's not how she'll win. She is the pen being mightier than the sword.

Link is courage and persistence. He is the wild card sneaking behind enemy ranks, always moving, plunging into terrifying situations head first. He's a phenomenal fighter with a keen wit, but that's not what will get him through his challenges. He is bravery not being the absence of fear but the triumph over it.

They sit in perfect parallels to each other.

And ganon is reborn through his body - his resurrection is immortality. No matter how low he is cast, as long as he has a body he can claw his way back. He can cling to his power, build it ever higher.

Zelda is reborn through the magic of her bloodline. It's the accumulated knowledge handed down for generations, the unique power she must master, the skills she must develop to survive and get her kingdom out the other side intact. Even her name, the knowledge of herself, is handed down from all the way from the very first. Her ancestors knowledge of her future presence, her stability, is what gives her the edge.

Link is reborn in spirit. He is not bound by flesh or blood. Just like his wanderlust soul he can reappear in any time or place. His variation, his unpredictability, is exactly how he fights. It's what makes him so hard to pin down.

Ganons need to build strength means he can't chase after link. Links impulsiveness means zelda can outwit him. Zeldas stationary predictability means she's an easy target for ganon.

But the other direction?

Fire melts ice, ice redirects lightning, lightning burns fire.

And that's the very essence of the triforce.

[mayasaura]

I don't wanna further hijack that poor poll, but the thing about Harrow's schizophrenia is that it's canon. The author has confirmed it, and shared that it's based on her own experience.

It's a pretty obscure bit of canon, so of course there's no shame in not already knowing, but that's why I'm so obnoxiously persistent about letting people know.

Whatever else is up with Harrow, autism or cptsd or any number of likely headcanons, she is also schizophrenic. I feel like that's too important to be handwaved away as a difference of opinion.

[phalangemedes]

this is a vast oversimplification of the argument but:

every time I see someone say Cam is prone to sacrifice (re: "because she's a caaavalieeer") I just think about Palamedes splattering himself over the moldy plaster-work of Canaan with his "best" end goal being Styx Gaol before becoming feral ghost brunch... on the off chance he might save his best friend and his newest friends???

he gave the marionette corpse of his first crush turbo cancer and micronova'd himself, and her, for a slither of chance Cam would survive

and he made sure she didn't see him do it

he made sure she didn't see him do it

[e-r0da]

Femdom!reader x sub!Ness

(MDNI, established romantic and d/s dynamic, soft/affectionate domme!reader, light?choking, mentions of restraints, not explicit smut but heavy on the kink, some pet names since I can’t escape them, and if I miss anything please lmk!)

a/n: i’m gonna close my eyes and hit publish. I’ve been wanting to write a domme for ness for so long because ohmygod the potential!!! But i am. Scared. So I dipped my toe in. I hope people like this. Okay running away now byeeeeeeeeeeeeee

“'Lexis?” You call softly. 

You didn’t really have to say his name—not with him so close, standing between your knees as you sat on the bathroom counter—but you said it anyway. 

After all, you liked the sound, liked the feel of his name on your tongue. Liked the way it brought his attention to yours so immediately, without pause. 

In that way, your Ness reminded you much of a loyal knight. Or a dog.

“—Yes, mein Schatz?" You relish in the quick flick of his gaze to yours. 

Ness’s attention was unmoving, even as he rubbed a bit of balm onto your lips. It was the last step of your skincare routine. A routine which he had actually been into doing for you, recently. When you smile shyly, you can feel the way his finger lingers on the corner of your lower lip.

He’s always had such pretty eyes, you think.

And now those pretty eyes were on you.

“Just wanted to say that you’re so pretty, Alexis,” You take hold of the hand on your face and bring it between both of your own, leaning in to give him a quick peck. Your grin takes on a bit of pride, now. “—I’m a lucky girl.”

Soft, rosy hues dust the top of your lover’s cheekbones as he hurriedly looks away. Even now, he has trouble receiving your praise.

 A soft thank you escapes his lips. Then he murmurs. “—although I’m pretty sure that I’m luckier.” He hides his face in your neck, and the next part is a whispered tickle in your ear. “To have you in my life.” 

You hum amusedly at him, taking the opportunity to run an affectionate hand through his thick locks. The two of you stay like that for a moment, simply enjoying one another’s presence and the feel of mutual adoration, thick in the air. Ness lays soft, open mouthed kisses on your collarbone. The vulnerability of it all is something you could never tire of. It doesn’t escape you, how refreshing it is to be in a relationship where you could call your boy pretty and not be met with a threatened masculinity. It was the kind of self-assuredness that most people didn’t see in Ness. But you knew best how to coax the best of him out from its hiding place. 

Silently, you toy with the idea of doing so now.

You move your hand further down, fingernails carving soft lines down the back of his neck, teasing a sensitive spot for him. He shivers at the stimulation. You take it further. Reaching back into his locks, you tug gently at the base so he now peers up at you. 

You beam down at him. The voice you use to speak with him now comes out doting, almost teacher-like. “Do you remember what I promised you? If you did a good job this week?”

A brief flash of confusion brushes over his face. That cute little scrunch between his brows makes an appearance. But then it’s quickly slackened by realization. 

Realization, and something more. Where your fingertips meet the skin over his nape, color rises to his face. 

Oh, he definitely remembers.

Deftly, you slide your hand away from his scalp and drag a finger up under his chin, stopping at the tip. Ness’s eyes glaze over. He gulps, Adam's apple showing how he attempts to wet his throat, now thick with want. You follow the movement with your finger.

“Alexis?”

A soft whimper leaves him, whether in affirmation or arousal you cannot be sure.

You coo at him. “You do remember what I promised you, yes?” Then, a soft pout. “—I’d hate to think that you’ve forgotten so soon?” 

At this you move to withdraw your hand from his neck but Ness remembers himself just in time and is quick to put it back on, this time with your palm over the column of his throat.

 “No!” Oh, the desperation. 

You cock a brow while his erratic heartbeat plays beneath your hand. “No?”

He clears his throat. “No...I remember.” ba-bump! ba-bump! ba-bump! 

“Remember...?:

“—that y-you promised…you promised to—” He mumbles something that isn’t quite legible. 

So cute. So embarrassed. 

All yours. 

One more coo—and a pet name, this time—just for encouragement. “You’ll have to be a little louder if you want me to hear you, Nessie.” 

Oh, how hopelessly desperate he looks at you now.

ba-bump! ba-bump! ba-bump! In the silence of the room, that rhythm is all you can hear.

“—c-collar me.” He chokes out. “You promised...to collar me.”

Pride, arousal, and satisfaction fill you. They mix. Together, they move like liquid fire, coursing through your chest, before kissing up against the sides of your ribcage and pooling into your lower tummy. 

“Good boy.” You drawl. “And I did, didn’t I? A proper collar for my pretty puppy.”

Curling your fingers around his throat, you give the sides a gentle squeeze. A testing one, as you hold his gaze. You pose a silent question, the same one, each time, before you start anything. 

Do. You. Want. This? 

The hands of your lover reach up to engulf your own, thick fingers caressing your grip. He knows what you’re asking. Knows how to hear you even now, even without words. 

Eyes filled to the brim with want and adoration, he squeezes too. 

It comes out as a whisper. “Mein Schatz, I always, always want you.”  

You kiss, tongues enveloping one another in a slow dance, feeling the shape of one another, all the way down to the ridges in each others’ lips. His hands slide to your face, cupping the sides with a reverent fervor. Like a worshiper. When you finally pull away, it is with a gentle tug of his bottom lip between your teeth. You giggle a little at the sight of him after, so lost in your eyes and with a slight pant in his breath. He wants to keep going, wants to chase after your lips, but he won’t. He’ll hold back, because he’s a good boy. And good boys don’t get to worship. Not without permission.

“Please—make me yours. I just want to be yours.” He pleads, and you can feel him now, pressed up against you, the length of him radiating heat across your stomach even from under his pants. 

You want to be mine, hm? That badly, baby? Another tease. In truth, the neediness of his voice and in his body language feeds you like a decadent haze—frustratingly sweet but not yet in you—and the lack makes you ache. You don’t let the feeling show, though. Not yet. This was only the beginning.

Drawing up one of your knees between the two of you, you navigate the planes of Ness’s body with your foot, not neglecting to notice the way his stomach caves just a little when you brush over his hardened member for the briefest of moments. You stop at his chest, and push softly. He stumbles back, stopping just short of breaking contact, hands moving subconsciously with each retreating step. Heat emanating from his palms travels down your thigh, to your calf, and finds its resting place around your ankle.

Softly, you give him your first command. 

“Undress for me, ‘Lexis.”

Tonight, you wanted your collar to be the only thing adorning his body. 

After all, neither of you liked to share.

(Lovely banners made by @adornedwithlight !)

[camplease]

i feel like this is a hot take, but it's clear to me that so much of ianthe's outward projection of superiority is a deeply ingrained — really, formative — sense of inadequacy. it's to prove to everyone, even the people who were supposed to love her, who were supposed to inherently value her, that she does actually have value �� in fact, she has the most value because look at what she can DO!

and i don't even think she's entirely internalized that, but that kind of projection kind of falls apart if you show even a moment of self-doubt

and i know ianthe isn’t supposed to be sympathetic here, or at least i’m assuming she’s not to most people, but can you imagine the body horror of being inextricably tied to and irrevocably altered by the guy you grew up with and didn’t even really like and who didn’t like you either (but who served you because that was his Role, and, who, even though you’ll never admit it, you maybe even cared about a bit because at a certain point that’s kind of unavoidable - i know she tried to convince palamedes she didn’t, but she is a known liar prone to sentimentality), but it was fine because you knew you were better than him, too?

except now you're not exactly, not entirely better than him, because he's not just fueling you, you didn't get to just use him to become someone who matters. instead, he's part of you, and you still don't matter?

like from what she says about her parents' reaction to the canaan house aftermath, even that part didn't work. she didn't earn mommy and daddy's validation, admiration, anything

and she's running his empire, but she's still third place to surrogate daddy, too. if she even places!

ianthe naberius is very much the consequences of her own actions, i’m not going full apologia here, just imagining being in that position and. goddamn

[kacetheplace]

coelacanter + socials

[demigods-posts]

i like to believe that annabeth is the type of person to adopt random skills each time you see her. like, she'll leave for a quest and return knowing how to breakdance. or, she'll lock herself in her room for a few hours to study for a school exam and will leave her room that same afternoon knowing how to beatbox.

[cassiebones]

Okay so

Patti adopted Aubrey

Kathryn adopted Joe

Debra Jo adopted Ali

Who do you think Sasheer is closest to? I'd argue it was Kathryn but is she adopted?

Also I need to see Aubrey and Ali do more together. They really seemed to vibe.

[dollypopup]

Truly one of the most subtly hilarious moments of the season was when Colin saw ink all over Penelope's hands and went 'oh, what's this about?' and she went 'uh. . .I was writing letters?'

Miss Ma'am, to whomst? You don't have any friends you'd have to write to?? You don't like your family????

You know Colin was a smitten kitten indeed because he just went 'huh, makes sense, okay' instead of going 'but your only friend lives across the street and now I'm right here?'

[chekhovs-tantrum]

Everyone I've met in this fandom is a decent, kind, wonderful person and so I'm not sure how some of you finished a work about the horrors of consuming one's beloved and the destructiveness of capitalism — and then promptly went off to "jokingly" badger/threaten/nag your favorite author's boss because she isn't providing content fast enough for you?

I'm being overly snarky and I know that in a lot of cases this is just an expression of how excited people are: “Starving for Alecto news” translates to “I'm so excited for the next installment of this series!” But let's maybe work on phrasing? If your post sounds like your parent being passive-aggressive about why the dishes aren't done, maybe take a shot at some edits.

I am also beyond stoked for Alecto but I don't go to a restaurant and bitch at the waiters because the chefs are taking a little too long to get my dessert just right. Good art takes time. Grab a snack.

[highfantasy-soul]

My view on the Elrond/Galadriel kiss:

Cultures be different.

Kisses on the lips are not always sexual/romantic. (I, as an American, have kissed certain friends on the lips in completely platonic ways)

In many cultures, closed-mouthed kisses on the lips are a sign of love and emotional connection in a platonic/familial way.

Specifically American aversion to affection in any form is rotting people's brains - here, a lot of men won't even HUG each other because they think it's 'too intimate'. Other cultures kiss on the hand, cheek, forehead, nose, and yes, lips too, in completely platonic ways. [And we're not even going to get into the large portion of the population who thinks that men and women literally CANNOT be just friends, if a man and woman are close, it HAS to be romantic/sexual.]

Just because YOUR culture/personal preference reserves lip kisses for romantic/sexual feelings only doesn't mean everyone else is wrong for feeling differently.

I didn't read the kiss as Elrond secretly having romantic feelings for Galadriel at all - to me it was clear it was a platonic show of how much he cared for her and how sorry he was that they had been at odds all season (and largely in S1 too) and was afraid it was really going to be the last time he saw her. He wanted to show her just how much she meant to him - PLATONICALLY - and a tender kiss (while also using it as a distraction to slip her a lock-pick) was the way he did it.

Obviously it's ok for people to interpret it as romantic if they ship Galadriel and Elrond, but to say that's the ONLY interpretation based on your own limited cultural understanding of what a kiss could mean is just frustrating.

[swan2swan]

OKAY, ANIMATORS.