#y'all are very welcome

[anewp0tat0]

omg I finally finished it. I was torn in wondering if this was out of character for Lizzy but my final concusion is that she's a kid and your parents being romantic is gross no matter what you like. lil headcanon ♡

[queermasculine]

IG, for you trans men are not queer masculine enough… 😔 (seeing everyone but trans men here)

hey man i'm sorry if you thought this page was a general archive documenting lgbtq masculinity or something like that, but this is very much a lesbian blog, with a mostly lesbian/wlw audience. you say you're "seeing everyone" here but look again: what you're actually seeing is mostly butch art, butch selfies, general lesbo stuff, and pics of men i frequently tag with shit like "this but a butch lesbian." the men are mostly cis simply because photos of cis dudes are free real estate in a way photos of trans dudes are not – nobody gets hurt if a thousand lesbos tag a cis man's photo with "serving milf dyke cunt" or whatever. some trans guys identify as butch and would be okay with that happening to their photos, but by default i assume they're not and mostly stick to using cis guys for dyke inspo. on my dyke blog. for dykes. hope this helps

[your-gay-emo-cousin]

G NOTE

reblog to g note your moots

[sketchydesign78]

✨ A wild Stickmintober 2024 list appeared! ✨

Not sure if anyone here was thinking of doing Stickmintober this year, but just in case any of you were looking for a list here's one ^^

[fadedrainbowbookshelves]

Have to lift that last person!

[pushing500]

I assume it's not easy coming to terms with the fact that you're not the person you thought you were and are, in fact, only a few hours old and also a clone. Poor Mechi II (Mechii?).

Makya "Mechi" Jones and his newly acquired "twin", Kwahu Jones! They're gonna get along great, and I'm sure nothing bad will happen because of this unexpected duplication. No siree, no issues here in the foreseeable future. Just lovely twin shenanigans. 😅

First | Next | Previous

[starflungwaddledee]

For 💖🎀, what about Marx? Little cute creature concealing incredible magic and uncanny features! I think he could be so mean to her ❤️

oh... anon you are very big brained for this one. he could unfortunately be so so mean to her.... and he has such pretty pretty wings! she would be enraptured instantly.

bonus eye-anim version (cw eyes/flashing gif):

[damianito]

The fiancees ♡

[petite-phthora]

This yours?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 12]

<< Prev | Next >>

Part 1

Ao3

---

Somewhere else, in a seemingly abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, a figure shrouded in darkness and wearing a dark cloak plots.

In front of them is a whiteboard. It’s covered in pictures, sticky notes, and illegible texts. Some of the notes thrown about that are legible are ‘fight…’, ‘draw blood.’, and ‘DEATH!!!’.

There’s a crude stick figure drawn in the corner of the board, it’s impaled. Other small doodles can also be found all around the board.

Most of the information and pictures are connected by red strings, like you see in movies.

In the middle is a picture of 2 people sitting on a motorcycle, the arms of the person sitting in the back are around the waist of the person sitting in the front. The picture has some arrows pointing towards it and the people in the picture are very obviously circled.

Though the face of the person driving the motorcycle is obscured by their helmet, the other person seems to be heavily blushing and grinning broadly.

“Yes… yes! That’s it! I know what to do…” They seem to be speaking to themselves.

Quickly, the person scribbles down a barely legible ‘sacrifice!!‘.

They start cackling.

“Mwuahaha!”

It’s an evil laugh they’ve been working on for quite a while now, and they’re pretty proud of it.

However, the effect is slightly ruined when a fly enters their mouth, cutting off their cackling with choking as they gasp for air, grasping at their throat.

A few good thumps against their chest, with some coughing out their lungs, helps them dislodge the fly from their throat and they spit it out on the ground. They take a few deep breaths before straightening up again.

“Curse you” the person exclaims, angrily waving their fist at the fly as it flies away.

---

Bruce’s face gives off nothing as he stares at the streets down below. He’s dressed as Batman, crouched at the edge of a building with Damian by his side as Robin. Spoiler, Black Bat, Nightwing, and Red Robin are further back on the rooftop.

They watch in silence as another group of the Joker’s goons passes by. They’ve been all over the city, wandering around, not doing anything obviously illegal.

They don’t stay in one place and they don’t seem to have much of a purpose. No attacks… No stealing… No smuggling or transport of goods… No, instead they’re inspecting every single inch of the city.

They don’t seem to have any weapons on them. All they’re carrying on them are some flashlights. While most don’t give anything away with their body language or expressions, some seem to give off a bit of anxious energy.

Spoiler claimed she even saw some of them climb down into the sewers earlier and then climbing out again sometime later somewhere else, but this time ‘dejected and stinky’.

One thing seems clear to the Bats.

They’re searching for something… or someone.

“This basically confirms that not even the Joker’s henchmen know where he is. He’s missing.”

“I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing”

“Good… thing?”

“It’s… something. That’s for sure.”

“We don’t know if he’s really missing. For all we know it could be a trap. What if the Joker is hiding, pretending to be missing to have us bring our guard down? Besides, how could he be missing? He’s the Joker. No one’s just gonna kidnap him”

“For all we know he could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere”

“I highly doubt that”

“Everyone, focus” Bruce speaks up, having them draw their attention to him.

“It’s unclear whether the Joker is simply hiding away or missing. Instead of focusing on the why, we need to focus on the where. Missing or not, we need to find him and get him back to Arkham. Oracle, have you managed to find out anything from the footage yet?”

“Nope, still nothing. All the files from the moment he enters Crime Alley are wiped and any attempt at recovering them only brings back corrupted files.”

 “We need Red Hood. Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He still has his phone on silent and he has removed the trackers and cams. We haven’t placed any new ones on him yet”

“Let’s visit him on his turf then. And keep an eye out for anything suspicious in the meantime. Oracle, try recovering the missing files. If that doesn’t work, go back to the breakout footage. Perhaps he left some kind of clues about his plans or whereabouts behind there.” Bruce states.

“Roger that.”

---

Red Hood has his arms by his sides as he gazes down upon the street below from the rooftop of a random apartment building in Crime Alley.

He’s lucky to have avoided the Bats so far. But he doubts his luck will last for long.

Red Hood stiffens as he suddenly feels something clamp down on his arm. As a reflex, his other hand has already drawn his gun.

He slowly raises the arm he felt something clamp down on and looks at it, only to make eye contact with a girl with black hair and blue eyes who has sunk her teeth into his arm and is now hanging off of it.

The teeth are sharp, as the girl seems to have some small fangs. They’ve gone through his jacket and sunken into his skin.

It doesn’t really hurt all that badly though, probably hasn’t even drawn much blood, and that’s one of the only reasons Jason hasn’t flung the kid off of him yet. Another reason is the fact that it’s a kid.

They both stare at each other for several seconds.

As Jason takes her appearance in, he notices that she seems rather familiar. In fact, she looks like a more feminine version of Danny, or if Danny had a twin.

The person hanging off of his arm looks younger than Danny though, probably a teenager around 13 or 14, if he had to make a guess.

Slowly, he puts his gun away and takes out his phone with his other hand, watching the random girl’s eyes follow his movements. He raises it level with her face and snaps a picture, quickly sending it to Danny and ignoring the girl’s curious gaze while she’s still hanging onto his arm by her fucking teeth.

---

Meanwhile, Danny checks his phone to see Red Hood sent him a message. He opens it and is greeted by a picture of Ellie in human form biting down on Red Hood’s arm with the caption ‘this yours???’

---

Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea   @uraniumwizard    @why-must-i-be-like-this   @griffinthing

[jaytalking]

Warmups from today doubling as a design study of sorts

[cinamun]

I'm interrupting your regularly scheduled programming to let you know that I can't stop thinking about how they covered up Donny Hathaway's death by officially calling it suicide. He didn't jump, he was incapacitated and pushed, and it was all because his music and skill in composition was unmatched and white music producers wanted his music, hence his last words.

No one has ever come close to this man's vocal range which is in its own category; Deep Soul.

He was considered the most prolific Deep Soul artist of his time having major influences on modern music. You can't think of soul music without thinking of this man. He was a brilliant musician and created the most beautiful love song ever recorded.

[my-pjo-stuff]

From someone who just recently joined the PJO fandom to everyone calling Luke fans "immoral" or "stupid" or any other name..........

................ the Luke fans gave me a nicer greeting and were more respectful of my ideas and opinions as a new fan than any of you guys ever were-

Also they are/were significantly less toxic in general.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Me, sick and unable to remember the term 'my eyes are watering' : my eyes are moisturizing

My bro: YOUR EYES ARE WHAT

[panfluidme]

Hey this is one-shot request for Chris angst

Kidnapping or near death experience (deep wound preferably) feel free to include any ships you like for Chris and some emotion angst for Martin

Thank you for feeding the Wild Kratts community ❤

HUMILIATED WHILE HURT

This was embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing. He hated that he was hurt, stabbed in the side while he watched Gourmond walk around the kitchen. Chris couldn't help but be glad that Gourmond had somewhat taken care of the wound, but that was only so if he needed to, he can use Chris as leverage.

Not ideal, but it still let him live. So he had to be begrudgingly be grateful for Groumond's 'kindness' and 'mercy'. He hated this whole situation.

Why did he decided to ditch Jimmy and run off with Martin? Yes, Martin was his best friend and brother, but Jimmy was his other best friend and boyfriend. There was no reason for him to run off because there wasn't much going on.

Surely Jimmy was going to be upset with him since he ditched him for no reason. And now he was with Gourmond and hurt. He was so stupid, so fucking stupid.

Chris leaned back and shut his eyes, his pain too overwhelming to stay awake.

Martin paced the Tortuga, worried out of his mind. Jimmy watched, kneeling and pressed against the back of his chair. Nothing was said while everyone was trying to figure out where Chris could've gone. Things had been going just fine while Chris and Martin goofed around with some cute animal.

Then Chris had heard an animal in distress and ran off before Martin could even react to things. By the time Martin had caught up, both the animal and Chris were missing, a big puddle of human blood. Car tracks had led away.

To say Martin freaked out was an understatement. Martin had nearly had a panic attack, his fear was so bad. He didn't know where his little brother was. And he couldn't stop blaming himself because he was the one who was dragged Chris away from his date.

And now Chris was missing and maybe even hurt. The puddle of blood was likely Chris', Martin just knew it.

Martin crouched down and put his face in his hands, trying not to start crying. He was so scared that he was going to lose Chris...

Chris was trying so hard not to pass out again. It had been two days, most of which he had slept through. But he didn't know how much longer he would be able to survive. He had lost a lot of blood and the wound hadn't been properly taken care of.

This was the end of Chris Kratt, he just knew it.

A shame, really. Chris still had so much to live for, but there was no stopping this. He had been hurt, he had lost blood, and he hasn't eaten since he arrived. Gourmond claimed that Chris didn't need the food because his life didn't matter, which is why Gourmond had only half heartedly taken care of the wound.

In a way, this was embarrassing. Chris was relying on someone he knew wasn't going to help him, Gourmond. Chris was waiting for someone who likely didn't know where to find him, Martin.

Shame swirled inside of Chris' stomach. He should've just told Martin he was too busy for a creature adventure. But... then Martin might've been in his place, and no one would know he was missing. So really, this was better since Martin wasn't the one hurt.

Chris knew Martin would disagree. In Martin's brain, any time Chris was hurt and it could've been Martin, Martin tore himself up and thought everyone would've been better off if he was the one hurt.

That mentality was something Chris was trying to help Martin to unlearn. Chris didn't want Martin to think like that because he hated when Martin was hurt, wishing he could take Martin's pain and make it his own.

A small laugh broke through his lips then a pained groan.

He was thinking in the same way that Martin was, but he was trying to help Martin not feel like that. Chris would never let anyone know that he felt this way because he knew everyone would try to get him to stop thinking like this.

Really, there was no much more Chris had to do anymore. There was once a time where he had been upset that he wasn't going to live through this, but he's come to accept his fate. Martin would move on from him, Jimmy would find someone better than him. He was easily replaceable, he's realized.

Maybe that was why Martin and the others haven't come picked him up. Maybe that was why Chris was alone, his only company was an animal murderer. Maybe that was why...

Black dots clouded his vision, his head lolling back. He didn't want to pass out again, but there was no fighting it.

The place was much brighter when Chris woke up. Something was poking his arm, but he barely acknowledged it as he tried to figure out what happened.

When Chris looked over, he saw Martin on a chair. Curled up and asleep.

Oh, so he was back home. Good, Chris had missed home. And now he knew that at least Martin needed him.

A small smile laced his lips as he fell back asleep.

[souichipresents]

I suddenly remembered this blog! I've been following it since I was a kid ;w; I didn't have a Tumblr blog back then, but I was the one who made the "We Are Number One" edit, and I believe I also posed the idea of "Souichi x Oshikiri." I'm so glad to see the author of this blog is well ^^. If either he or Souichi is inclined to come back and review something again, I'd be very curious to see an opinion on "The Summer Hikaru Died."

Literally every time someone mentions they used to read this blog it makes me SO happy, I hope y'all know that. I am indeed well! And I still think of this blog very fondly, with the back of the head conviction that ONE of these days I'll come back and finish the job.

But even if that's still a ways off, I'm always glad I made the work I did here- the practice it gave me in talking about and evaluating stories, and especially thinking about horror, will always be really valuable. I figured out what I like best, the emotions I love, even how I personally define horror, which... comes up a lot now!

For them who don't know, I wound up as a duo streamer with my best friend as Frankenbugs (facefullabugs on twitch, Frankenbugs VODS on youtube), and as I write this we're literally in the middle of a very fine-grained exploration of a game called Shipwrecked 64. And a lot of what I've talked about then about haunting as something beyond ghosts, about dread as the core of horror, even the bittersweet kuroame Black Sugar flavor I love so much...

That's all from here! And I'm always really grateful to the lil audience I had/(have?) here for helping to motivate me in these studies.

Ah, all of which is a bit off topic but- thank you so much for writing in! If I do come back, I will be sure to investigate this tale. 💚

Edit: Oh I forgot to mention but Souchi/Oshikiri is still INCREDIBLY inspired. I like to think they share an apartment and Souichi has some obnoxious internet job. Horror streamer? Horror Vtuber???? the mind reels...

[pushing500]

Kwahu had very important matters in mind when he was woken from cryptosleep, but I'm sure Mechi was happy to see him.

Once again, no dubious side effects from Melissa's healing abilities. I'm still not sure if there's even is a downside to her, apart from the hideous cancer-person thing.

First | Next | Previous