#yeah so next time dont try to police people

[neurodivergent-mermaid]

"I dont owe anyone community/conversation!" Is not the left wing woke take you think it is btw

lacking community is what right wing extremists need to separate us, to dehumanise anyone different than you, but if we talk to each other on a human basis, we can see how we are not so different.

If you listen to those who have spent time in right wing spaces, a huge part of it is about needing community. You'd be surprised how rich in community extremist spaces are.

Its not nice to empathise with and try to understand people who hate you, but its the only way to fight facism and to make change

Do you think that a rebellion means that all of the MAGA, reformists whatever, suddenly turn to your ideology? Wouldnt fight against you, vote against you?

You NEED to connect with different sorts of people to make change. we need community to thrive, we need love to fight hate.

So in short, anti community is not the left wing woke take you think it is, its heavily right wing, its helping the extremists.

"Im autistic and i dont like having conversations and cant take my headphones of!"

Me too!! normally if a stranger engages with me in public they will end up calling police on me due to my autistic behaviours. But I understand its not about me.

in the long run, it would help me for the public to be pro community, and strike up conversations with everyone, that they know so many members of their community so could help me if they saw me in need of help, without calling police. Thats whats left wing! Not everyone only knowing their little group of people like them

And if you want to call it "ableist" to converse with strangers, there has been times, i would have died, if a stranger didnt come and help me, and strike up a conversation unprompted.

You know what is really so much worse for me? Times when ive been lying down on the street alone unable to move in the freezing cold, and people just walked past because they were so individualistic they didnt want their day to be changed, thats what harms me.

Anti community and extreme individualism harms disabled people, especially significantly disabled people who have no other choice than to rely on strangers for care, much more than people willing to strike up a conversation with strangers.

Im just so sick of this anti community rhetoric going around in the left wing community, you want a rebellion but you dont even know your next door neighbours name, you dont even know your community?!

Im not talking about individual people, if you cant do these things for xyz reasons that is great, i cant do most these things too, but i understand when people are pro community they arent talking about me, someone who cant engage with most people irl, and i understand its so much more than me.

"Oh yeah i would never be so stupid as to fall for right wing ideology" until its presented as left wing, right?

[moliathh]

i feel like we are skirting around hellsing being very obviously a fiction surrounding monsters, surrounding VAMPIRES at that! 😔 Fantasy monsters in fictions, many of times, are metaphor for marginalized groups, especially queer people.

It was not even subtle metaphors it was literally on the nose that Alucard is a genderfluid shapeshifter, you dont get any character in Hellsing more visibly queerer than that. Brought this up because i have seen people argued about the queer coding of Hellsing mostly in regards to Integra. (mostly to speak against Alucard x Integra as a ship) Why we collectively forgetting about Alucard? In many arguments I had seen many people regard Alucard as a cishet man when he is put into a relationship with Integra. There is at least at the minimum of one confirmed and canonically trans character in Hellsing and it's not even Integra. It's Alucard.

I'm not saying headcanons are wrong on the contrary i love headcanons that deviate far away from canon. But if you insist we "have to abide by canon" you should do what you practice. If you too enjoy non-canon headcanons, might as well leave other people alone with their headcanons. And if you want to take a go at "metaphors" and "undertones"? Alucard and Integra is the opposite of heteronormative, their relationship have much overlaps with queer experience. The forbidden aspect and frowned upon by society, by their own upbringings and religious institutions? Checked! Unconventional dynamic/kinks? Checked! Criticized by Christianity especially the old school Catholics? Check!!!!! 🥳🥳 I haven't even started on how monsters in fiction especially vampires are inherently queer, as they're outcasts of the community whose attraction and expression are deemed deviant and perverted, which is an experience many queer people could relate with. I know a large number of Alucard x Integra fans are queer people, because the ship itself challenged and subverted social norms. It is something we are familiar with, that's why we liked the ship. At least it was for me!

In conclusionnn! Even if you want to police other people's headcanons, you have to at the very least makes some sense! If your headcanons are just your own and even misunderstand definitions of real queer labels you cannot go around talking on us like we are enforcing the patriarchy or something 👎💔 we are gay too wdym

[vivicas-dollhouse]

An unhealthy obsession

A ticci toby x reader NONCON fic

AGAIN, NON CONSENSUAL. DEAD DOVE- DO NOT EAT.

Desc: you are a prostitute who got picked up by toby, but he isnt letting you go. Ever. You are gonna regret the day you were born by the time your life ends.

Warnings: noncon, knives, blood, cutting, bondage, overstim, mention of free use, kidnapping, drugging, begging, degradation

Enjoy~

“T-tough situation youve got there huh?”

You gulped, fear shaking every muscle of your body. You were bound and spread open, a variety of tools surrounding you. You had just wanted to get some quick money, but sex work came with risks.

Toby rogers. You need to remember that name so you can tell the police.

He was standing in front of you, weight on one leg as he looked at your naked body. He was shirtless, toned body covered in odd scars. He was attractive, sure, but he had quite literally drugged and kidnapped you, so points off there.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged, still struggling to focus your eyes on his face… was his cheek always that.. holey? Your memory was fuzzy, and you couldn't tell where that awful ringing was coming from.

Toby clucked his tounge, walking around the mattress to the side where your restrained legs were. You pressed them together as best you could to shield yourself, but he forced them open. His hands were cold, like ice on your skin. You whimpered, the touch magnified by your loopy state.

“Dirty fuck-fucking whore, im not even doing anything yet, save it for l-later. Your gonna have a long night baby, enjoy it while i-it doesn't h-hurt.” He spat, tracing his fingers up your inner thighs, trailing lightly over your clit. His touch felt like heat, despite being completely cold. You squirmed under him, trying to squeeze your legs together, but he harshly forced your legs into the bed. The pain was instant, like a thousand needles in your hip joints. You bit your lip to keep from making another pathetic noise, he would like that too much.

“Keep your-r legs open,” he drew a knife from his table of tools, “or im gonna cut those p-pretty thighs of yours and use your blood a-as lube, got it princess?”

You let out a small noise of agreement, and he put the knife back.

“What are you gonna…. gonna do to me?” You slurred, words were still hard to make.

Toby laughed, a girlish giggle that sent chills down your spine. “Im gon-gonna make you my little sex doll for the night, then im g-gonna see if anyone else wants to use you over the next f-f-few weeks. I have people paying me good money-y to reserve you for a night.” He slapped your thighs, earning a yelp from you as you processed what he said.

“You…. you mean im not going home?” You cried, tears welling in your eyes.

Toby scoffed. “Oh d-dont be a sap, of course your not! You ever l-lose one of your whore friends and they just disa-disappear? Who do you think makes that happen?”

You screamed, at first out of horror, but then at the searing pain in your thigh. Your head was spinning, the rooms lights starting to be the only shape you could make out. Then, you felt something enter you.

You moaned, head blurry as a vibrating wand tickled at your pussy, resting on your clit and touching your gspot at the same time.

“Fuck,” you moaned, instinct taking over as you arched your back.

“Damn, your re-really that pathetic? I didnt even have it on the highest setting!” Toby laughed, clicking the lubey vibrator up to max.

“Mmmghh-” you squirmed, tensing around the wand as he pressed it onto you as hard as he could.

“Yeah? Wh-why dont you say my name? Cmon, moan my name for me,” he mocked, undoing his belt.

“Fuck… fuck you..” you slurred, beginning to fade out of consciousness. You let your head roll back, still quietly moaning at the stimulation.

You inhaled some of the ice water that toby threw on you, gasping for air and sputtering as you snapped up.

“Need you aw-awake for this baby,” toby propped you back up, ignoring your coughing. He picked up a knife from the table. You felt panic rise in your chest as you saw how much blood had leaked from your original wound.

“Toby-” you moaned, earning a groan from him. He put down the knife and grinned.

“Thats what i like to hear kitty,” he huffed, removing the rabbit as you gasped. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, and pulled down his boxers. His erection came out with a sigh from him, the head leaking with precum. He rubbed your blood onto himself with a hiss from you as the liquids mixed, the sting like nothing you have ever experienced. He grabbed onto your thighs and inserted himself, causing you to make an almost automatic moan. He chuckled, and immediately started fucking your pussy like a dog in heat. You moaned loudly, biting your lip.

“F-fuck, slow do-own, ple-ahh-” you whined, begging for something you knew wasnt coming. He reached to the table and grabbed a silicone bullet, turning it on max and pressing it into you. You screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain as you neared your peak.

Toby giggled, rubbing the bullet up and down on your throbbing clit as you screamed. “You gonna c-cum you f-fucking whore? You like be-being raped? Huh? Say you like being raped and ill-l let up, mkay princess?”

You nodded, gasping. “I- i fucking- hah- i like being raped- fuck just slow down,”

He giggled and continued at the pace he was going, pressing the bullet even harder into you as he groaned. “I lo-ove hearing that baby, wh-why dont you thank me for raping you?”

“No no no no, please no more,” you begged, squealing and shaking as you held back an orgasm. You werent going to give him the power of it, but fuck, it was getting hard to breathe.

“How much of your thigh do you need? How about i just cut your f-fucking foot off, would that be good- hah- good baby girl?” He stuttered, face red and sweaty.

“No no, than- thank you for- fuck- thank you for raping- hah- raping me, fuck!!” You screamed as you came around him, the shame filling your body as much as his cum was. He finally let up as he shot his load into you, keeping the vibrator at the speed and pressure as you cried.

“Fuck princess, thank you for telling me so i can do it over.. and over.. and over again..” he laughed, watching your legs spasm as you screamed in pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please ill do anything, just turn it down at least!” You begged, tears streaming down your face as you fought against your restraints.

“Lem-mme mark you as mi-ine and i will, promise,” he calmly replied, grabbing the knife and pressing it into your other thigh.

“T…. o…. b…..y!” He grinned, cutting each letter into your thigh as you writhed in pain. You screamed as you came involuntarily, gasping for air as you slowly lost your vision.

“Your mine, now and forever. Youll never forget me love, and i cant wait to have more fun with you,” he mocked, watching your head roll back.

Out like a light.

[messrsrarchives]

hi robyn 🫶🏽 i hope youre ok and this is ok to ask but i just went through the pdf thank you! i had no idea hogwarts legacy was bad too but it seems obvious really so thank you for that but i had a question about the 70k thing my question is... actually all of it, what does it mean and what was the money for? i can google if you dont want to answer but i thought id try here first and say thank you as well 🫶🏽

HI HELLO !! this is always okay to ask 🫂 i'm really glad it was helpful and yeah hogwarts legacy is always a bit of a controversial one because people love the game but yes, her IP. but anyway !! politics time (p.s i'm not an expert, just a sad trans politics student)

For Women Scotland is a transphobic pressure group who, like many politicians and public figures like jkr, hide behind the guise of "protecting women" to be transphobic but do very little to actually protect women outside of going "trans people are bad" (noting here too that the LGB Alliance - anti-trans queer organisation - were in support of this, and JKR has donated to them and spoken at their conferences)

in 2018 there was a proposed amendment to the Gender Representation on Public Boards (Scotland) Act:

essentially, it would have changed the legal definition of a woman from "a female of any age" to also include "a person who has the protected characteristic of gender reassignment"

in simple normal human words - trans women who has a gender recognition certificate would be legally recognised as women.

there was actually more before this where the original amendment said that having a GRC would mean trans women are treated like "real" women, FWS fought against this and won this case, so the scottish government changed the amendment to say the above instead so that trans women were simply classified as women.

FWS obviously were still very against this and said it would "erode women's rights in law", claiming that including trans women was "unlawful" - scotland is still under england's power for certain matters and FWS said that this was a matter for westminster to decide, not scotland, because it goes against the UK equality act of 2010. (see also: Gender Recognition Act 2023, scotland proposed a bill that would give better protections for trans people, Westminster blocked it.)

a judge from scotland's supreme court set up a hearing, FWS lost this.

on feb 16th this year, FWS got permission to appeal this to the UK supreme court and started a crowdfunding campaign to cover the legal costs

shortly after this, JKR donated £70,000 to the campaign. FWS confirmed that the "JK" that donated was her, and the comment left on the donation was "You know how proud I am to know you. Thank you for all your hard work and perseverance. This is truly a historic case."

the case was heard november 26th and 27th, but supreme court cases take a LONGGGG time and it's incredibly unlikely that we actually hear the final verdict until hmmm i wanna say as early as march of next year, but JKR donated to the crowdfunding campaign to get this case appealed, and has long-standing, close connections with organisations that are on FWS side.

but because i love yapping, let's say FWS win, what happens:

scottish government amends the act so that trans women are not a part of this

potential rewrite of the guidance around gender recognition certificates - as much as i hate to say it, jkr is infact right, this is a historic case and the ECHR are involved,,, could lead to big backlash against getting these certificates (which already has backlash in the uk)

many organisations (including Sex Matters, very transphobic) want to take this further to ensure a distinct separation between "real women" and "trans women" in alll areas all the way down to public funding

adding here! amnesty international intervened as a third-party with their own points that you can read here

also gonna note here: jkr recently spoke out about trans police officers performing searches and Sex Matters as well as FWS have said that no matter the outcome of this case, this is their next priority. not gonna yap too much about this here because it's a different thing but jkr has close ties to this whole thing and is very clearly on the side of many transphobic organisations.

sorry omg this is so long but that's, shockingly, a short overview of the case and what the £70,000 donation from JKR was spent on. there's a handful of lesbian organisation involved on the FWS side, a lot of third-partty interventions and i was going to add some articles from people who were at the hearing but i can only find incredibly transphobic ones that call this "the darkest day for women since the first world war" and i would love to know if they have a hobby in their free time. maybe knitting. perhaps reading a history book. or like,,, current news regarding women's rights worldwide,,, america. poland. afghanistan. congo. palestine. sudan. the list goes on really. violence against women has been declared a national emergency in the uk and i'm no expert but i think it's safe to say that this hearing that affects the 0.01% of the UK population that actually have GRC certificates is not the darkest day for women since the first world war.

and jkr should really get a hobby. maybe attend a writing class.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Hi, im not a super active tumblr user, but i really like your blog and i often visit it since i havent found anyone else who answers or discusses things about Axl as detailed as you do. I wanted to ask you smth regarding the little Michelle situation. I know youve talked about it a few times, but i was wondering, on what scale do you believe the whole thing & how do you manage to still look at Axl in a positive light? My questions are kinda coming from me not knowing what to think about it, because i was a really big fan of him and then one day i came across her videos of explaining the r... situation in details. I wanted to think that it is not real, but i couldnt find a reason why she would describe such thing in a detail if it wasnt true. I can excuse anything else hes done, but this one is too horrific if its true. She did seem sincere in her videos so i really dont know.

Hello! I’d be happy to discuss this ^.^

The only parts I believe in her story are her upbringing, her running away from home at a young age to become a baby groupie, and Axl’s perspective on how her situation unfolded with him.

Slash mentioned this in parts of his book, and Axl discussed it, but essentially Little Michelle, who was 15 at the time, was having sex with Axl up in a loft while Slash was sleeping downstairs. It’s possible Michelle might’ve been strung out on drugs while having intercourse with Axl, so she was subconsciously submitting to him, but not consciously, which leads into the next point.

After she woke up, and the drugs wore off, she didn’t know where she was or how she got there. To tell you truthfully, she might’ve been under the impression that she was kidnapped which could explain why she freaked out so badly in front of them. Axl had to kick her out of the place which caused Michelle to run down the streets, naked, and tell the police what had happened. Axl said she was crazy and she didn’t even remember her own name.

At first, I was like, “Axl, you can’t call every woman you’ve been with crazy.” 😂 But the more I looked into her story and saw her videos, the more I understood what he meant. And he was right lol.

The parts I believe are fabricated are how she first saw Axl at Tower Records when she was 14, how she officially met him at 15, how she was in a serious relationship with him, became pregnant, had a miscarriage, got raped by him, and how she met Erin Everly afterwards. Keep in mind, it’s easy for anyone to create their own story and alter a timeline after doing some critical research, and it appears Michelle has done this and she’s trying to rewrite history, or blow her story out of proportion, similar to Sheila Kennedy’s case. Btw Sheila’s case got settled a few months ago and Axl said she made up the entire story, which could very well be Michelle’s case here, too.

Anyways, her miscarriage sounds similar to Erin’s miscarriage. Michelle mentioned that the rape took place at a studio where other men beat her up first, and then Axl raped her, and threw her outside in the cold (since it apparently happened in December). Why isn’t she holding the other men who hurt her accountable as well? Why is it only Axl? Yeah, she probably didn’t know the other men, but if she wants justice to be served on her part why isn’t she holding EVERYONE accountable for their actions? It doesn’t make sense.

With her knowing Erin, there have been other people in her comment section who’ve complained that Michelle couldn’t have possibly met Erin in California during this time because Erin was still in New York around that time, etc. Michelle reassured those people that she wasn’t messing up any timeline but it seems she was messing up the Erin timeline lol. And Erin hasn’t mentioned Little Michelle at all so I doubt she even knows who she is.

What’s strange is Michelle has a dislike for Erin because she described Erin being fake around her by having a “kill ‘em with kindness” attitude which I thought was weird since Erin doesn’t look like the kind of person to act that way around anybody. I think Michelle is jealous because Erin got chosen by Axl to marry him and she probably wished she could’ve swapped places.

Axl has mentioned many times in the papers how he’s honest about everything, and maybe straightforward and a little blunt, but it’s always the press who has mixed up his words, or lied about him to make him seem worse in a lot of situations. That’s why I’d rather believe what Axl has to say as opposed to reading what he did in a newspaper since journalists like to make up a lot of lies in order to create an interesting story - ✨drama✨ You see what I mean, anon?

That’s why I don’t believe the majority of what Michelle has told everyone on TikTok. She’s left more questions unanswered than answered ones. There’s a lot of plotholes within her story. If she really wanted to she could’ve sued him when both Stephanie and Erin did, that would’ve been a perfect time, for Michelle, to get her story into the limelight, but she didn’t do it. She waited until recently to do it which is EXTREMELY late. The Me Too movement might’ve inspired her to break her silence but I’m not a big fan of anybody, don’t care who, digging up someone’s dirt from the past 40 years ago and trying to settle it now. It should’ve been handled within the first 10 years it occurred, not 40.

My theory is she’s doing this to try and take Axl out of the music industry and end his career/touring days early. It’s not gonna be possible tho since Axl is already 62 and he’s at the end of his career anyway, so it’s not gonna make much difference as opposed to it being the beginning of his career during his prime. So, I think Michelle is wasting her breath on him.

When you first look at her TikTok and watch a few videos, you believe her. But once you scroll further into her older videos, they become more suspicious and she doesn’t seem mentally stable. I know she’s mentioned that TikTok was a place for her to heal from her trauma but it did the opposite effect by just triggering it.

As for me keeping a positive light on Axl, it hasn’t been easy lol. I’m a pretty open-minded individual who tries to look for the why in everything since everything does happen for a reason. For instance, why did Axl do this? Or that? What caused him to say this or do that? Once I find the why then it becomes clear why people did things the way they did, and it might help others understand the motive behind it better. I know it does for me.

I think what also helped is I’ve been doing research on a lot of people, not just him. And I’ve found some pretty horrific things whenever I read something on either Charlie Chaplin or Lee Harvey Oswald, the man who shot JFK, so I think all the guys I’ve been researching over the years have prepared me to take on Axl 😂

I don’t view Axl any differently after knowing these things about him. In fact, I love him more than ever (if that’s even possible lol). Sure, I disagree with some of the things he did in the past, but I find flaws beautiful in a person since we’re not perfect beings. Also, I can relate to Axl in a few ways, especially about being misunderstood, and I miiiight share a bit of his temper, but I don’t throw things or punch walls 😅

It’s about having patience, mulling over some distressing facts, and giving him a chance for who he really is. Don’t hate or judge him, but be more understanding of him and think about why he is the way he is, just like everybody else. Trial and error lol. But trust me, it’s worth it for him. He’s mentally stimulating for me and I pretty much learn something new about him everyday. It’s amazing!

I hope this helped, anon. Good luck with all of this information and don’t be so hard on Axl. The man has been fucked (literally) by so many people. I’m just glad he’s still here with us today and doing what he loves 🙏🏻🧡 Keep on enjoying the music!

[kudzucataclysm]

🔋🏢🪖💵🧬🗺️😲0️⃣🙅 -> sci-fi asks for s!e gooooo

JESUS CHRIST REN 😭😭😭 i’ll do my best…as i havent written anything in forever so sorry if my answers suck-

🔋What’s the state of energy technology in your WIP? Is solar old news, or still being fought for?

solar is probably being explored but its not much up and running so to speak. energy technology relies primarily on hydropower and fossil fuels and also alien blood 🌞

🏢What’s the state of architectural technology in your WIP? Are there cities floating in the sky, or are houses still made of bricks and steel?

Its the same as it ever was tbh? except in the NEC where some basic building foundations are made of an alien metal that can rebuild itself when it’s destroyed, at least for the first few times. after that it gets a bit unstable and Freaky Shit Happens

ig the NEC is the only sort of case in the world where a city is BUILT like a mountain of sorts?? i imagine everywhere else on earth fuckin. rolls their eyes at the sheer stupidity and weirdness wnv the city appears in the news (all the time) cuz like wtf. that CANNOT be structurally sound-

🪖What’s the state of military technology in your WIP? Are armored giant robots fighting wars, or still regular people with guns?

ngl this has me brainstorming…theres def weird shit going on military wise- but it also makes me ask myself if there ARE any “militaries” on earth after mars took over…ig closest thing to a military force is the police then…IM GONNA RESEARCH THIS ACTUALLY IM GETTING IDEAS-

and yeah they carry regular guns and not-regular guns; they also carry anti-chimera technology cuz u cant really apprehend half alien suicide bombers with regular stuff 😭 there is a substance that’s poisonous to chimera and martians tho, the best i can describe it rn is basically their kryptonite? its extremely hard to come by and manufacture tho (as you need the fossilized organs of dead martians and on earth that is basically an impossibility) so what police tend to have is like…factory made, bootleg imitations of it. it doesnt outright kill chimera but its like a bit of an effective tranquilizer of sorts. in the form of bullets, ow

actually i just remembered! ig what can be considered the closest thing to military technology is that One Guy on one of the moons and a sort of “living satellite” who is Another Guy whos orbiting earth constantly. groundbreaking asteroid defense systems those two, i wonder if theyre friends. the Moon Guy is sipping on pina coladas as we speak and trying to watch the elections on a shitty barely functioning RCA tv

💵Is currency different in your WIP? Is it all digital, or does physical money still play a role?

physical money is still a thing in se, its just that the US dollar is the most unstable currency in the world now lol. the NEC has its own currency actually but some businesses also take yuans and us dollars. it just depends on whoever 🎣

i’ll have to think more on this tho. i dont think atm machines and debit cards exist hmm 🤔

🧬How different are the aliens, biologically, from humans in your WIP? Are they bonding over shared mammalian traits or unable to comprehend each other?

there is next to no bonding over shared biological traits between martians and humans lol. they KIND of have a shared ancestor/creator of sorts but in different ways ⛹🏽 humans are meat, and martians are not…? some scientists on earth theorize that theyre actually a type of fungus, others even say theyre “rocks” of some kind.

i will ig say that martians (not as a whole) can find the inner workings of the human body absolutely fascinating if they have the time/intelligence to care or learn abt it! its so complex, something that theyre (in comparison) very much not and i have a couple of martian bg characters who dedicate their whole existences to studying the human body. humans meanwhile find martian biology very ANNOYING and DUMB and “HOW DO THESE THINGS EVEN EXIST” kind of thing. humans biologists and physicists i suppose have been forced to question EVERYTHING abt EXISTENCE becuz of martians and its a field of study that people on earth r sort of desperate for but like. u have to understand people have driven themselves genuinely insane and to suicide trying to figure out wtf exactly martians are lol

🗺️Do the aliens have settlements on other planets? How many?

nah, just earth. martians dont really…have an understanding of how their spaceships work, i’ll just say that *side-eyes*. they also cant detect other lifeforms in or around the solar system (that they can see at least) and earth is basically their neighbor so. yay!!! why bother trying to find anything else or go anywhere else

😲Are there any human customs that the aliens find strange, offensive, gross, or confusing? Which ones?

martians r pretty straightforward in their thinking, the way humans process and experience emotions is extremely confusing to them. they basically have EXTREMELY SIMPLISTIC TUNNEL VISION when it comes to a lot of things…also the practice of burying our dead they find wasteful at worst, kind of disrespectful at best.

0️⃣Has the human population been devastated to almost nothing? What happened?

earth had a global nuclear/antimatter war, then got hit by asteroids(?), the asteroids knocked earth’s magnetic field out of whack, the ring of fire exploded which made the yellowstone supervolcano explode, which caused a massive global cooling event and its in a new ice age now

during all this is like a very shadowy, very secret (accidental) alien invasion going on and wildlife is dying off from this and famines and the outbreak of psionics and superpowers and a whole bunch of other bullshit tbh-

ANYWAY YEAH global human population is LowTM but its being Managed. martians r trying to get the population back up and running yippeee thx guyz 🏌🏽‍♂️ what would we do without them

🙅Were there people completely untouched by the apocalypse? How?

uuuuuuuhhhhhmmmmm *looks up at the previous answer and scratches chin* man i dunno lol 🌞

[adultswim2021]

Metalocalypse #44: “Dethsiduals” | October 4, 2010 - 12:30AM | S03E07

Okay this is a real good one. Murderface and Toki drive a wedge between themselves and the rest of Dethklok after trying to get more money out of the band’s earnings. Things go poorly and they are thrown out of the band for a 30-day suspension. The rest of Dethklok all try to work on the new record while Murderface and Toki start Murdertooth records and sign a rap-rock band. This also goes poorly. 

Lotta good character stuff in this one, and a lotta good scenes. Murderface winds up living in a living nightmare. And lucky for us all, this has a happy ending with the rap rock band getting murdered by Dethklok fans.

I really liked the scene where Murderface is sobbing while cleaning up puke, and he keeps almost puking himself. We’ve all been there. 

EPHEMERA CORNER:

New York Comic-Con: Robot Chicken (October 8, 2010)

Here are some absolute boneheads being roasted in front of a crowd of chop-lickin shit-kickers… watch them get absolutely wailed on… see ya suckers! NOTE: the title card says October 9th, but I wrote October 8th. I don't feel like fact checking myself for Robot Chicken because they are bastards

MAIL BAG:

I like bruno mars more than rick and morty. sorry.

weird flex but okay. Enjoy your annoying man, dickhead

do you like the song message in the bottle by the Police. it was kind of the APT of its time. it's pretty fun. Don't be a bitch because you hated King of Suede growing up. and don't say you are acab because justin roiland said rick and morty fans can't be acab so shut up and sto

The video is in 4K and looking gorgeous. I don't love the song but it sounds okay and has good parts. Phil Collins is sort of a dork though you are right about that.

sorry i ran out of steam on that last message. i simply don't have it in me. im just sick of you bad mouthing space ghost and tim and eric. lets close the mailbag for two weeks and hopefully cooler heads will prevail!

I never EVER close the mail bag. My fans are the reason I do this and they need my expertise. Did you see my review for Dethsiduals? I said it was good!

You said you didn't like the APT song (fair enough, its stupid, i dont know why that person keeps trolling you about it) but you didnt say anything nice about Hall and Oates H2O.

I will not be saying any thing about these two men and that is that. I've said my peace in other interviews and stuff. Just go read one of those

I accept your answer and your appreciation for the medium of film. The APT. matter is hereby [b][u]CLOSED.[/u][/b]

So, that last mail? I actually replied to it by saying "consider this matter closed" and then I saw this message and was like "damn I straight up stole that phrasing. I could have deleted this message and followed through with the mild plagiarism but didn't. Please remember me and how noble I am when I start a patreon for this bad blog

Hey dude I have a brother that use to do a little acting back in the 2010s and he got to work on Frankfurters, Allman Brothers, Death, Frankfurters. I'm asked him to say a few words: "Hello my little brother. I have some choice words for the blog you sent me but I will hold them until the next time we meet. Needless to say I don't think this person is someone you should be emulating. As far Children's Hospital goes I do remember it pretty well. There were so many funny people it was hard not to

Damn, good to see we're onboarding your big bro, but he seems like a tough nut to crack. Please send me the full message which probably ends with "cum" lol

You should do an Amazing Stories blog. Each story was more amazing than the next. Did you know Steven Spielberg did an episode of Night Gallery?

Yeah I knew that I seen it I think. Scary guy at a painting. Ring a bell? You bet I've seen it. He also directed an episode of Quincy where Quincy practices eating pussy on a cadaver and then just lays waste at his 40th high school reunion

The existence of Kurtwood Smith suggest the existence of a Politewont Layman.

I. KNOW.

Newsreaders doesn’t count because it’s counted as a “backdoor pilot”. I honestly couldn't have said it better myself.

No, there was no intention of it being a backdoor pilot, or at least no discernible intention. This is vital to my point and you have to agree.

The Friends of P lady is a congresswoman in my state and she's a complete batshit maga moron. It's a shame because she's really hot looking in that video.

I remembered they are called the Rentals. It sucks that some cool people grow up to be ree-rees. I'm more of a Petra Hayden kinda guy anyway! If I ever saw her I'd be like (fat bastard voice) GET IN MAH BELLEH"

If you like more handicap spaces joke check out the song "Asshole" by Denis Leary. And if you are looking for more assholes, check your nearest mirror. Later!

VILE SWINE

[nerves-nebula]

Sorry bout this thing but I kinda wanted to tell my thoughts about your stuff. Im kind of hoping this will get drowned in your inbox honestly, since this is just a really long unsolicited rant of mine.

Sometimes when i scroll through your account and I encounter csa, incest and mentions of suicide in your posts I get uncomfortable but then I remember that one phrase that goes something like "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted" and I just feel kinda bad bout myself.

When I was a kid my nannys bf forced me to kiss him in the lips whenever we met. I was 6. It was uncomfortable. I never did tell my nanny about it. My parents are both police people and my mother had long explained the concept of rape and how unconsensual touch is bad and you shouldnt allow that but something prevented me from telling anyone what was happening. I dont know why. I know they would immiedietly jail that guy if they did but somehow it felt like no one would believe me. I never told them until now, then when I was what, 6-8 years old? I cant even remember. Yeah somewhere around that, he molested me when my nanny was few feet away and asleep and for the next 4 years of my life i felt dirty. Desecrated. Stupid. I couldnt even look down at my naked body when i shower back then, but somehow I managed to trudge on living by trying to forget the fact it happened. Its been 8 years since Ive last seen him. Ive told anyone who I knew who doesnt care enough to be friends with me but cared enough to listen about it but my Parents are none the wiser and i plan on keeping it that way.

Also. Im a year away from being legal now. Ive thought about killing myself or just generally not wanting to exist anymore many times since then, cuz lifes equipped with motolov cocktails of "get fucked dumbass" and i somehow managed to get a coupon for at least a million of them.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

Coming back to the phrase i mentioned earlier, it feels weird whenever i feel something similar to the feeling of being triggered while looking at csa being depicted. By definition, i would be considered a victim, and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont. I see your art and it guts me. It guts me and the fact that it does also guts me, because what does that mean? I am supposed to be the comforted? Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of as a child and spent night after might thinking how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equiped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children? So i do I correspond more with those who are defined as comforted then, was i not disturbed after all? Was i victimizing myself all along? Am I a bad person for thinking i was? No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

And then it repeats.

I still go through your blog because well, i love tmnt, i love your artstyle, i love the way you tell stories, I love how you dont sugar coat csa, incest and other darker topics like body horror, erotism and sadism, i hate how much it haunts me, i love the fact i can relate, i hate how much you hurt them, i love the fact that you dont hold back, i love how you show the ugly sides of healing, i love how you depict how much people can change and struggle. Its comforting to me. Its discomforting to me. I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

And i like it. I like it somehow, like taking a nice smoke break when you have mild asthma, but like, better. Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

But yeah. Tldr. Sorry for the trauma dump and your art makes me feel complicated. Its neat 👍

lot to reply to here! also, unfortunately for you, i check my inbox obsessively and dont get nearly as many asks as you seem to believe i do.

so firstly, no snappy saying is meant to encompass all of human experience, and you certainly shouldn't judge yourself for not fitting into it. easier said than done, i know, but still. i'm gonna try to address some things here, not gonna touch on all of it, but just know that i appreciate you sitting down to write me this.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

it made me smile, but i laughed at this, because it's a very sweet look into you writing this. puts into perspective how, even though this is public, it was written TO me. like a letter in victorian times or something. that's sweet, i like that.

and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont.

you're making a lot of assumptions here that are kind of wild in that "this thought process was clearly designed by your mind to upset you specifically" sort of way. I mean, would you say this to literally anyone else when they feel uncomfortable or triggered about viewing media that relates to their trauma? There's really no telling what a survivor will feel comforted by and you aren't Doing It Wrong by having a different reaction.

there's a reason i tag it as "csa tw" and that's so people can AVOID it as well as search it up.

how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equipped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children?

i know you recognize at the end of the thought process that this is not true, but i feel the need to reiterate: there is no such thing as being less vulnerable than other children through your own actions. you can try to equip kids with knowledge that might protect them, but that doesn't make them any less vulnerable.

my dad told me about rape and molestation all the time, but he never accounted for the kinds of scenarios i was actually the most likely to fall victim to, partly because i don't think he actually knew much about childhood sexual abuse, and partly because he was more obsessed with the idea of me being kidnapped and raped/murdered than he was about forms of sexual abuse he'd consider more "mild"

No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

i can't answer that one, unfortunately. personally, i like to feel gutted, it's cathartic to me. might be something like that to you, based on how you go on to describe it, but you might also be doing some kinda self harm.

I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

saaaaame. i triggered myself into a breakdown in class once cuz i'd been reading fucked fanfiction before class and i got SAD lol.

Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

we are shaking hands over this.

anywho, no need to apologize! i am glad, if nothing else, to provide you with a strange and upsetting experience that is not entirely bad.

I really do adore hearing how my stuff makes people feel. it's like, a solid one third of the reason i do this. i still make stuff that doesn't exist to be shown off but WOW showing shit off and getting a response feels FANTASTIC. like, i'm in your head now!! you have been CHANGED by my ART. it's maybe the best part of being alive.

[drdemonprince]

I was reading back through some of your old posts and ran across the term "crypto-terf" and had a moment of recognition concerning a type of account I keep seeing especially on Instagram. There's like this whole cohort of anti-cancel culture people whose posts are all full of buzz phrases about civility and nuance and not using punitive measures to try to change people's minds, and some of them even succeed at making valid points, but like 99% of the time if you go deep enough into any of those accounts you'll stumble across random, thinly veiled transphobia. Never anything overtly hateful, but lots of "just asking questions" shit and efforts to reframe their terfdom as resistance to joining a cultural trend. They're also obsessed with the word "heterodoxy." It's so consistent that I'm instantly on guard when I find an account like that now.

Anyway, thanks for giving me a term to clarify what I'm seeing.

oh yeah are you talking about clementine morrigan and seerut chawla and all those mother fuckers??? i used to expend a lot of energy clanging pots together and trying to scare people away from them but i think it's at least more transparent now how much they suck. fucking disgusting people with the most hollow ill conceived ideologies ive ever fucking seen. their whole lives are just a cope. transmisogyny, racism, inability to accept other people's points of view, equating critique someone with making that person kill themselves (and yet they say they oppose people 'overstating harm'???), and holding completely inconsistent beliefs behind a paper thin claim of abolitionism (theyll say fuck the police means we dont act like cops to one another in one breath and then advocate SUING PEOPLE WHO CANCEL YOU FOR DEFAMATION. you know. using the COURTS AND POLICE. in the next breath)

[xdreamie]

yeah i've noticed a theme of people trying to leave and announcing that they're gonna leave but then they come back the moment dt moves

a few blogs i followed said they were leaving so i unfollowed them and i still see them reblogging posts so i looked at they're back of course

but now i dont want to refollow them bc i Dont like when people say they're going to leave (and making a big deal of it) and then coming back the next day, it pisses me off so muxh😭

sorry i kind of went on a rant

yeah i notice it happens every time 😭 like i think it’s easier to say “i’m leaving” when there’s no content but then (the possibility of) content or movement makes everyone realize why they were in the fandom and the first place—to share their love for dteam, not to be morality-policed everytime someone fucks up. the biggest reason for the tumblr migration imo.

i don’t really care about people coming back, but i don’t like how it’s people that immediately switched up, doxxed george, called him slurs, and told him to khs. that’s not people we need in this fandom! and i get if people were triggered but holy shit get off the fucking internet if you get emotional and rash over things like this. stop tweeting out your every thought!! go to a therapist!!

[krylng]

we will meet again. chapter 3

TW: blood, light gore, two deaths, murders, mentions of you going to hell in this.

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you didn’t know what to do anymore. you had sex with alastor! the thoughts of it lingered in your mind. how you just casually did. you were ashamed since you don’t remember how many days ago you met. you know you had to ask him soon. Marie was out shopping for things, and you and alastor were left home alone. you knew you had to ask him soon.

“hey, i’m making eggs and bacon. do you want some?” alastor asks when you come downstairs. “YES!” you say, almost instantly. you were drooling from the smell. he laughed, and continued to make the breakfast. you knew his cooking would be good, since he learned from the best. Marie. you adored her cooking. especially her jambalaya. even alastor’s favorite was jambalaya.

you smiled as he sat a plate in front of you. he sat next to you, eating his food too.

“this is actually really good!” you smiled. he smiled back. “i learned from the best. i know these aren’t as good as hers, but… i try.”

you finish your breakfast. it was time to ask him the question.

“so… uhm. after we killed my father… and uh… you know…” you nervously played with your fingers.

“oh yeah. i felt his spirit roaming around, so i did so he wouldn’t linger much longer. as soon as i did, i felt him leave. probably going down to hell forever.” he took one last bite of his eggs and put the dishes in the sink. you got up to help him wash the dishes.

“then… why’d you keep going?” you didn’t know why you asked, but as soon as you felt it slip out of your mouth, you regretted it.

“because, if the police barged in, they would instantly get out. besides, i liked being… in control.” he smiled innocently. he was also completely aware of your age. sixteen. there was a two year age gap.

“anyway, there’s a party tonight. me and my mother are going.” he watched as you sat down on the sofa. “oh, that’s fun!” you picture him at the party with a lot of old people pinching his cheeks and telling him stories.

“yeah, well, i was wondering if you would like… to be my date to the party.” he grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it.

“r-really? i mean, of course! but… wouldn’t you rather bring someone else…? like, someone prettier… and not just a friend?” you hold back tears.

“and why wouldn’t i bring you? your one of my dearest friends after all! besides… i think you might be the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he hold your chin to meet his gaze. you blush a bit.

“i guess, i’ll go with you.” you smile, still looking into his eyes. he was inviting YOU. to a party where only the wealthiest were welcome. you were very nervous. Jane couldn’t even go, since you had to have a date.

later, you wore the same dark purple dress. it kind of matched alastor’s black suit. you both head down the stairs, and into a carriage. this was a fancier party, since it was public to anyone who got an invite.

you arrived at the party, seeing people of all ages. Marie went to go see her friends, leaving you and alastor together. he took your hand and kissed it again. “you truly are… stunning.” he leads you to a meeting area with chairs and a table.

“i dont like this music right now, so perhaps we shall wait until… our song… comes on.” he smiles and motions for you to sit down. you and alastor had a song? it was the one from the soirée and from the radio that day.

“do you want to go to the bar?” he asks, taking your hand. “i could go for a shot right now.”

“yes, i guess i could go too.”

you both take a few shots before going to the dance floor. it was a ballroom dance, the kind of dance that he showed you how to do.

“it’s alright, just follow my lead and focus on me.” you are both perfectly in sync. you both get lost in the moment when a girl taps your shoulder. you turn your head to look at her.

“c-could i dance with alastor?” she seems nervous.

“ask him, im sure… he would say yes.” she asks, and he accepts. you were a little angry at the girl, but kept a cool head. sure, you had fantasies about stabbing her to death, or poisoning her, or cutting out her organs and stuffing her in a fridge to die. you sat down at the bar again, ordering some rye. you drank it as you watched them dance. you don’t know how you felt. was it jealousy? was it anger? was it sadness? you didn’t know. alastor really was a gentleman.

she must have been the only one without a date, so she stole him from you. now you were left with nobody. you stared at the glass of rye in your hand and then back at her. oh you had an idea alright.

she was going to pay for taking him away. you made eye contact with alastor. he almost… nodded, like he was approving your request. you made your way over there. “hey! i was just wondering if you could follow me.” you lead her outside. into an alley.

“well, i just need to talk to you.” you smiled, as you walked closer to her. she took a few steps back, but she was trapped. you bashed the glass on her head, making it bleed. half of the bottle shattered, leaving the other sharp half in your hand. you brutally stabbed her with it. you stabbed her eyes out. you brutally stabbed her neck, making her mute. you stabbed all over her body. the bottle eventually shattered. she wasn’t dead yet.

“dear, use this.” alastor appeared from the doorway and tossed a knife to her. she took it, and stabbed her all over. you cut her fingers and toes off. alastor was inside, leaving you and her alone again. you brutally stabbed her heart, killing her. you carved your initial and alastor’s initial into her skin. you put a heart. her body had to know that he was yours. you tossed her body in the dumpster. nobody would ever check there.

you made your way to alastor again. he licked some blood off your sleeve. you totally forgot! you looked down to see your dress. “it’s alright dear, that was it. though, i have to say, i’m impressed. i didn't know if you would be able to kill without me.” you playfully punched him in the arm. he took your hands, dancing to the same song. it was perfect. just like the first time. all of the people left the dance floor. it was you and alastor, dancing gracefully to the ballroom music.

“uhh, they all left and they’re staring at us…” you looked over at them.

“it’s fine dear, let them stare. let them know that you’re the only one i’m going to dance with. and if any man thinks of trying to take you from me, i’ll hunt them down and murder them.” you noticed as his eye turned a deep shade of red. you weren’t scared, but you liked it. you kept staring at his eyes as you both danced. they finally went back to the brown eyes he had.

you had murdered a girl who tried to take him. her corpse was rotting in that dumpster, but you didn’t care. you were with him again. you really needed to murder. you wanted it all along. it seemed like everywhere you went with him, you would both end up killing someone. you smirked at him.

“prove that you would kill for me.” his eyes turned red again, but he smiled widely.

he eventually picked out a man who happened to be staring at your body. he had also pretended to drop his glasses to look up your dress a few times. he told you to stay inside while he killed him.

you both killed someone. for each other. you really wanted to ask him, what are we? but you were too nervous.

he headed back inside, brushing off his sleeve. you reached up to wipe some blood of his lips.

you had no idea why you did what you did

you licked the blood from your finger, and he smiled widely.

you licked the blood.

you licked someone else’s blood.

surprisingly, his blood didn’t taste too bad. but you still licked someone else’s blood.

you were a killer. just like alastor. you would both go to hell, but you would still be together in hell.

you didn’t know why, but you wanted to kiss him really bad. you knew you were friends, but you just wanted to. you couldn’t though, there were so many people. many people left as the police came, investigating.

“why are there police here…” you said nervously, gripping onto alastor’s arm. “we have to go. my mother is waiting outside.”

you both get in the carriage and you watch as the ballroom gets farther and farther.

“what were you thinking?! killing people tonight?” marie sighed, and she sobbed.

“mother… i’m sorry!” he goes on the other side to hug her. “i knew i had to! he was being a creep…”

“still, why do you kill? i tried to be supportive, but i dont know if i can anymore!” he softly sobbed with his mother, still hugging her.

you didn’t know if you should go over there.

the carriage stopped at the house, and you all went in. you both changed clothes, and closed the door to sleep.

alastor was sleeping shirtless, and you were wearing a silk tank top and shorts. you turned off the lamp, and faced him.

“i… i’m just really sorry… i shouldn’t have made you kill.” you sigh but he pulls you close.

“no, it’s fine, i knew my mother would be like this one day. and i’ll try to kill… less. but only people who deserve it.” you smile, and you feel his soft lips against yours.

you were shocked that he actually kissed you. you still kissed him back. soon, he kissed you a little bit harder. you closed your eyes. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth. you still kissed him equally as hard. you felt trails of kisses down your jawline and onto your neck. you felt him bite and kiss your neck. you liked it so much, a small moan left your mouth. he hummed a bit against your neck. you loved every second of it. you didn’t care that you were tired. you feel asleep while he bit and sucked on your neck.

you didn’t know why every time you murdered someone, you always did this together. why?

you woke up the next morning with a lot of hickeys. you caress them and trace them with your finger in front of the mirror. it had been two months since you killed that girl at the party. you killed someone last night, and you woke up with more. on your neck, and some on your thighs. you touched where he bit your lip. he was still asleep.

you were still friends, even if you doubted you were just friends sometimes. friends didn’t kiss and give each other hickeys. since you were living at the Hartfelts for a while, alastor slept on the sofa when you and Jane had sleepovers. you would always secretly show all the hickeys from the night before. even jane wanted to know what you guys were.

you didn’t want to date him. just yet. it was all too… rushed. you were sure alastor felt the same way about rushed relationships. one time you asked him why this always happens when you kill people.

“because, like i said the first night. it turns me on.” you blushed when he said that.

you secretly wanted to kill more people after that for him. everything was going so well.

until the police showed up at the house.

you answered the door.

“oh hello there. we need to see you and alastor hartfelt.

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yep, another one done, FINALLY! this is my second try, because the app crashed and i had to restart. i’m so glad, because there was smut in the first draft, but it’s too soon for more, don’t you think? anyway~ this was written on July 5th, but of course i’m making it post today. just letting you know, it will be a while until chapter 4. until then!

[gothamcityhistory]

Detective Comics #28

Cover:

Great cover art!! I love it a lot. I love how the layout is almost meme-like. Also there's no Bat-man this time but that okay since it was still starting out.

Issue Credits:

Cover by: Fred Guardineer

Story by: Bill Finger

Art by: Bob Kane

Review:

Yeah I recommend this Bat-Man story!! it's fun and silly and only six pages!! It's about The Bat-Man stopping thieves by employing a weird technique.

Story Summary:

There are jewel thieves running amok so The Bat-Man, being the world's greatest detective, interrogates a police informer about who's behind them and whats their next move. The Bat-Man then uses this information to sneak up on them, beat them up and frame himself as part of the thieves. The newspapers pick this story up and frame The Bat-Man as part of the thieves. This causes the leader of the thieves to feel more bold as now the police will be looking for The Bat-Man and not them. The following night the thieves are at work and The Bat-Man captures them and leaves, taunting the police while doing so. The Bat-Man then makes his way into the thieves' leaders office and forces him into giving a written confession. The Bat-Man delivers him to the police and leaves a cheeky letter behind.

Live Read:

I love this new "The Bat-Man" Title card although I still hate that Bill Finger doesn't get any credit still for his work. (I will try to stop mentioning this every time to stop sounding like a broken record)

Love how they're like "The Bat-Man's identity is unknown (BTW he's Bruce Wayne)

This is super cute! I love it! It's very interesting to me though that it's spelled "Wuxtry" and not "Extry". It's probably times changing. I dont know

(BTW Just in case you forgot from 2 panels ago, THIS GUY RIGHT HERE *points at Bruce Wayne* IS THE BAT-MAN. K thx)

Also when I first read this I didn't know what "stay-well" meant but then I realised he's saying it sarcastically as a threat. I may be stupid but at least I learned something

(It had a dash- How was I supposed to know it wasn't a new word with a new meaning)

Idk why having a criminal record gives you access the the haunts of the underworld. Imagine you got in for jaywalking and then you get a contact like "Hey, you're like one of us and are invited to come to the criminal underworld meetings"

BTW, Stool Pigeon means a police informer

:0

Straight up just killed him. 1930s Bat-Man didn't hold back XD

I like to imagine that the [GOTHAM] city police just suck and he was there hunched and waiting for a solid like 15 minutes.

I also just realised that he's not wearing any gloves. He's going to get caught. Is he stupid

(Yes I had to make that r/BatmanArkham reference and I know fingerprint scanners weren't widespread in America yet)

He didn't have to stunt on them like that.

Now he's just showing off.

SEE!! EVEN THEY ARE LIKE "woah wtf?"

Not leaving the twist for the end now are we?

Do you think the newspaper also describes in detail the spectacular leap?

(Just in case you didn't get it btw)

Show don't tell people- but also I like this panel :3

😏😏😏

He's such a gentleman ❤️❤️❤️

Is that? The Bat-Man? In Bruce Wayne's red Sedan?

I like to think he put on the thickest New York goon voice and then when went "OOGAH BOOGAH" as he opened the door

laughed at this mental imagery in my head for a bit-

OMG HE OOGAH BOOGAH'D HIM BACK

He didn't stand a chance. I like to imagine it was instant like he only got 1 second into the jump before he was punched down

You mean Bruce Wayne's Car-

I like how they have to specify it had been a few minutes before The Commissioner read the letter-

Also, I love my silly 🥺🥺🥺 He stamped his logo on the letter and everything

After Thoughts:

I loved this Story!! it's dumb and I recommend it. I love the everything of it. The writing is fun and the art is great! I am quite interested by the narration in it though. I don't see it as often or as this high of frequency. I wonder when they drop it 🤔

Art:

The Art is great and I'll pick out a few of my favourites

Thank you all for reading!!

Come back whenever! I will post at rarely the same Bat-Time but always the same Bat-Blog!

[pipermint8magic]

Bruce visiting Jack /Joker and getting him out of Arkham.

(AU where Joker never became a villian!

His real name is Jack)

Batman pov.

At first i didnt recognize the pale man. But slowly I relized who he was...Jack!

Oh-oh god!

"Sir, ar-are you okay?"

He looked in pain,crying trying to stand,but before he fell I catched him.

'Oh, Jack, what happend to you?'

"ah, everything hurts!"

"Everything is going to be al-"

"Please stay away!"

"Im not here to hurt you! Im going to bring you to Arkham so you can get help."

I picked him up to bring him into the Batmobile.

He tried to escape put lost his breath quickly.

"Everything is going to be alright. I wont hurt you."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

'I know you wont, and im sorry for breaking youre heart, J.'

"Because, I promise I will help you."

At first he didnt say anything, but then said something that broke my heart and hit with guilt

"Last time I trusted someone, they hurt me and that got me looking like this..."

' Jack, babe, I'm sorry! I want you back! I never meant things to turn this bad!'

"It's alright, you don't have to trust."

The ride was silent except for some laughter.

It was laughter from pain.

I wanted to hug him, comfort him,remove the mask, but if I did, he will have a break down... actually no, he would have a second one and propably a heart attack.

No, instead I put on some music which he slowly fell asleep

I gave him to the doctors and said "I will let Wayne know about him. He will be intrested to visit."

The doctors nodded and I went back to the Batmobile. Giving a last look at the small figure being taken for care.

Atleast I hoped.

Sadly I could only visit him as Bruce Wayne in a week. Harley decided to bring her crime to the next level. Luckily I could stop her and she was placed into Arkham. I requested her to be placed far away from Jack.

When I asked as Batman how he was, doctors said he was healing. They said it with a hint of disgust, but I trusted them so I left.

But today my trust fell.

They tried to turn me away, but I had none of it!

So I went to see Jack.

"What have you done with him?!"

"Mr. Wayne, we-"

"You, what? You were supposed to help him!"

"He was having problems."

"Yeah, no wonder he was. Out of all people you should know beating or giving somone unknow drugs is a risk! Were you trying to kill him?!"

"Sir, he is a criminal. He tried to attack a officer after -"

"Did you hurt him first?"

The doctor nodded.

"*sigh *I came for a visit, and after im done, I want to know everything whats been going on. And I will take him with me as well."

"Bu-"

"I will get the police involved. If you want to have a chance for a job, you will tell us the truth." I said and the doctor decided to let me stay and went away.

"Jack?"

"B-Bruce?" he looked at me with fear but also anger.

"Jack, I-"

"What do you want from me, Wayne?"

"Jack, look I came here to visit you. And apolagize."

"Apolagize?"

"Yes. I didnt mean to brake things up with you. I wanted to apolagize sooner, but couldn't. Im sorry."

I gently placed my hands on his cheeks and gave him a warm smile.

"This is all youre fault."

"I know, and I-"

"Dont say youre sorry. I heard it. I want to give you a chance, but I'm pretty sure you moved on from me."

"No!"

"Huh?"

"I mean no. I have not. It's true, I did try, but I relized that youre the one I care about. You trusted me, and I broke you. I see what this place is doing, and Im willing to help you heal, give you a place."

Silence...

"Why?"

"I-I still love you. Always have. "

With that Jack started crying, so I gently huged him, being carefull with the chain around his waist.

I noticed that they dont have cameras. So not only do they abuse him and others propably, but also don’t keep a eye on him.

"Y-you said -"

"I know what I said back then. *sigh * look how about we get you out of here and home, alright?"

"You do that... for me?"

As prove I kissed him and said

"Always."

* time skip to when Bruce is taking Jack home*

"J, you alraight?"

"*sigh * Do I look alraight?"

He was looking out of the window, staring on his reflection.

"I look like a monster..."

"It's not what I see."

"You must be blind."

"Jack, I see that youre a butefull man. Even with the white skin and green hair."

"Thank you...You didn't have to do this. "

'But I did... ' i think to myself, but give a kiss to him, before focusing on the road.

"Hey, be carefull."

"Yeah, yeah." I say and smile.

I quickly looked at him and decided to get some stuff at the store.

"Huh?"

"Wait here, I'll be back soon, okay ?"

"okay *sigh *"

I go to get food for him. He looked like he didnt eat anything.

I buy him some donuts for now and a milkshake. But before I left, something cought my eye.

A rainbow blanket.

"Excuse me! How much for this?"

Was it expensive? Yes, but I only cared about giving Jack some joy.

"Hey, I'm back! Got you some stuff."

I get out the blanket and wrap it around him, and gave him his food.

"F-for me?"

"Ofcurse!"

"Thank you." he gave me a smile, so I smiled back.

* almost home *

"Enjoying the food?" I ask as he almost finishes his last donut and nods.

'Good'

"J?"

"Hmm?"

"I want to ask you... What happend after I kicked you out (without a reason) and before the accident?"

He gave no answer, instead looking down and shaking.

"Jack?" I ask as I noticed tears falling down his face.

"Just, just drive... "

[spider-xan]

was talking w my friends about arkkane s2, and accord to her they got rid of a ton of writers ,which explains why it's so ass, especially because those writers are weirdos too apparently.

But like, imo even if they had the same writers ...I dont think it wouldve had a solid ending. I genuinely cannot think of how they wouldve been able to wrap up mostly everything within that time frame. Maybe it wouldve been less of a mess ,but I fear arkkane was doomed from the start if it was always going to have 18 episodes.

So maybe the best thing that couldve happened was it getting cancelled and us never seeing the crazy bs they pull in s2 with literally everyone. Like we all know how dirty they do Mel and Ekko, but EVERYONE becomes some wack version of themselves and I mourn it every other month 🥀

Yeah, my understanding is that the writing team was reduced to three writers for the second season, and everything I have seen in the way of commentary by them is just awful - the one that was especially bad was that one writer saying that the whole point of the police brutality opening scene in the first season was just to set up shipping drama between Vi and the fascist cop, and obviously, that is on the word of one writer, and who knows what the writers who were dropped intended to do with that, but yeah, that brings me to my next point.

I have said that the first season was somewhat better in terms of politics and class struggle than most liberal cartoons that try to tackle systemic oppression, but even then, the problems were already there - the whole obsession with POC as privileged oppressors, especially cops (why were all three named cops Asian, two of them women, and p much no other Asian characters, except Sevika if she's meant to be South Asian and the Finn guy, both villainous lol), oppressing mostly whites, which is what happens when you do tokenized diversity, but also like, just how much sympathy and moral complexity, leaning towards being good guys, the three major cops get, even the most blatantly corrupt one; obviously, I'm not saying every cop in a fictional story needs to be written as a cartoon Nazi or else the work is fascist, but the way even season one handles cops is that there are good cops who are noble deep down inside and want to help people, but they have to do bad things sometimes bc they are naive (Caitlyn) or it's the only way to keep the peace and they are kindly reasonable about it (Grayson) or they are being manipulated or threatened by those mean old working-class criminals and don't want to be corrupt (Marcus).

Anyway, yeah, I know they claim they had always planned on having two seasons, and I think two seasons could work if they had kept the story small and focused on the class struggle and especially the original premise of the conflict between two sisters instead of expanding the story to be about magic and a global apocalypse, but yeah, that didn't happen lol - obviously, if it has been cancelled after the first season, we would be complaining about that bc we would have no idea how bad the second season was, but yeah, everyone becoming a completely different and worse character in the second season is why I have zero interest in any fandom discussions from a Watsonian perspective and prefer Doylist meta analysis bc otherwise, you would have to accept a lot of awful ret-cons like Viktor suddenly being ashamed of being disabled when he wasn't in the first season and you have to wank it into place by being like, well, he was just completely secretive about it bc he was so sad uwu

[tony-gunks-italian-pizzeria]

Chapter Seven: Investigation! And Hunger!

“Hey, thanks for the save back there, Officer.” Tony led the policeman through the dining area of the pizzeria, passed the counter and through the hall towards the kitchen, “I thought i was a gonner for sure.” The man remained silent, all the while checking for hidden rooms or any sign of dead bodies. The officer looked towards the walk in freezer and asked, “Mind if we take a look in there?” Tony replied with a smile, “Sure thing!” He walked towards the door and opened it. As they walked in the officer questioned, “So you make pizzas, what are the meat hooks for?” Tony looked at the row of empty meat hooks along the right side of the cold room, “Oh those nasty lookin things? Here when i got the place, i guess it was a different type of joint before i got ahold of it.” The officer nodded and said, “Okay one last place to check, mind if we check your office?” “Not a problem!” Tony laughed. They walked out of the freezer to see Todd standing in the kitchen. “Hey Tony.” Todd said, the officer asked, “Who's this?” Tony answered, “Oh thats my top employee, he's here to help me prepare for tomorrow, its two months since i started this place, heh. Now lets get that room checked out huh?” They looked and found nothing of interest.

At the door the officer turned to Tony, “Thank you for your time, maybe sometime ill stop in and try this place out.” Tony grinned, “Not a problem, sir! We'd love ta see ya around.” “You two have a good night. We'll give you a call about the crazy who attacked you tomorrow. See where to go from there.” “I think it was just a misunderstanding, still shook me up something awful though.” Tony smiled, “Have a good night.” Tony and Todd waved the police car off and went back inside the pizzeria.

Tony walked to his store phone and dialed a number Todd couldnt read, “Hey, can you have the ingredients in by morning? Yeah. Thanks alot.” He hung up and turned to Todd, “Thats what earlier was about, more people on your side is useful.” Todd asked, “So the people you turned took all the evidence out while we were gone?” “Aint it awfully convenient?” Tony laughed, “And that hunters gone for now too! Say, didja catch that guy?” “I did, i dont think ill get used to it though. Sorry for the police by the way, i didnt know what else to do.” Todd admitted. “Ya did good, kid. Plus yknow the pizza only tides us over so long.” Tony praised. Todd looked down, “i think im going to go home, i need proper sleep.” “Go crazy, kid. See ya tomorrow?” Tony smirked. “See ya tomorrow.” Todd nodded.

Tony decided to go on a regular walk that night. He figured he'd tempted fate enough for that day. Tony went downtown, he turned left from the shop door and down the sidewalk. The street lights loomed overhead and he had a thought, “Four months, huh? Been a while since you've felt the sun. These lamps are the only light that touches your skin anymore aside from the pizzeria.” He turned down an alley before the upcoming intersection. “We're almost ready. Just a little more money. I can't help that it bothers me, I used to love its warmth. Now i dont feel much of nothin. When ya do your cold.” A group of friends come out of a bar ahead of him. They walk by, laughing. One of them bumps his shoulder as they struggle to remain side by side on the narrow sidewalk. Tony looks back and contemplates eating them, “Wait a second,” He continues walking, “Eating them? Sure i coulda taken em all down but id jus drink their blood. Did i want to eat them? You couuld devour em whole, yknow? You dont know the full extent of your abilities yet. Eh? Maybe ill give it a shot next time i get some grub.” He moves on passed the bar and eventually stands in front of the local dollar store, its bright yellow lights shine down from the leds displaying the stores name. He looks down, “My stomach feels empty, like, now though.” He sighs and pats his stomach lightly, “i could grab somethin soon. I should stop in here though, get a soda or somethin. Tide me over till i find someone.” Tony walks up the steps to the double doors and pushes one open.

Tony stands in the cold drink area, the glass doors slightly frosted over, blocking his view. He's stood next to another man, who's also trying to figure out what he should get to drink. Tony wondered for moment, “Could i?” Tony glares from the side of his eye at the man. The clerk by the register sits watching the camera feed of the aisles throughout the store, he glances at the feed for the soda, juice and water. He spots a man standing, confused by the glass. The clerk looks down at his phone to answer a text, its from his coworker, fun. “Yeah, sure.” A disgusting crunch noise brings his attention up from it however, and he quickly surveys the different feed options on his monitor. Camera one, the chip section, nothing. He looks up and sees a man in a cape, “Weird, must be a late feed.” Camera two, toilet paper and paper towels, a woman in a suit selecting laundry detergent. Camera three, cold drink cases. Nothing, except two unfamiliar shapes on the ground, he cant make it out through the grain. The clerk gets up and heads passed the chips, candy and cleaning sections. He turns when he meets the frosted doors and looks to the ground hoping to find the things he saw. Ahead of him sat a pair of shoes. Put together as though taken off and placed neatly side by side. He got closer to pick them up and put them in the “lost” bin behind the counter when he saw something in each. Bright and dark pink and red, layered with what looked to be white bone protruding slightly from it. He looked at the entrance of the right shoe and saw what looked to be a hairy piece of an ankle.

The clerk turned, horrified, he headed quickly to the desk and register. He needed to get to the phone and tell somebody about this but more importantly, he wanted to get away. “This just happened a minute ago, i need to get help.” He makes it through and stands in front of the chair to the register. He takes his phone from his pocket and presses the power button. The screen remains dark. He presses it a few more times to no avail. “Damn, ill use the store phone.” He looks to the landline beside the register, under the table. He dials 911 when a customer speaks from the other side of the counter, “Hey there! I got these and could i bug ya for a pack of Marlboros?” The caped man from the chip aisle stood in front of him, he dropped a bag of Cheetos and Ginger Ale onto the counter. The clerk looked up from the phone and said, “Of course! Just one second though sir, i need to make a quick call.” The caped man smiled and said, “Sure thing!” The clerk looked down not trying to take his full attention away from the man as he clicked the call button and held the phone to his ear. He didnt feel the signature resistance of its looped cord on his hand and it through him off. He looked to the cord and one half dangled from beneath the number pad, and the other from his receiver. He looked to the man nervously and remembered why he needed to call, he quickly glanced over the camera feeds again to find that he was alone in the store. “There was a woman here before, right? Which aisle? Which aisle?” He scanned frantically and stopped at the cleaning supplies aisle. He noticed a jug on the floor next to two similarly shaped objects, surrounded by a dark puddle. He didnt have to wonder what those were. The caped man behind the counter laughed, “Can ya grab my cigs? And ya know, scan my stuff?” The clerk stammered, “Oh uh- yeah uh-” He lifted his shaky hand towards the Ginger Ale and wondered where this man had come from. Nobody on camera had been wearing a cape. Suddenly the caped man's arm flew up and he lunged at the clerk, grabbing his arm. The clerk panicked and fought to get away from his strong clutch but it felt impossible, he tugged and tugged. The clerk tried pushing with a leg on the counter to gain more control but once he did the man pulled. He pulled with such ease it seemed mechanical. With no effort he was being dragged by his hand over the counter, the clerk tried to punch the man with his other hand but it was caught by the caped mans free hand. He had a better hold now.  The clerk's heart sank as the mans mouth opened wide, his jaw almost appearing to drop by a half a foot. The man adjusted his grip on the clerks arms, grabbing him by the wrists. He tried flopping, he tried to roll away but the caped man just threw him back onto his back each time. He couldnt sit up. The caped man intensified his grip so much so it felt the clerks wrists would snap. And they eventually, through a little force, did. The caped man began working his way down his arms, breaking the bone beneath his skin with just his fingers, inch by inch. Just before he began sliding the clerks arms, little by little, into his jaw. The jaw sliding open more and more to adjust for the bigger size of the man's body. There the clerk lied, in a puddle of tears and mucus as he let out scream after scream, pleads after pleads for the caped man to stop. And eventually the man did, not before making it to the clerks shoulders on each arm. The caped man slid the clerk back onto his side, bleeding profusely from his stumps, barely conscious. The caped man's mouth hung at least a foot more than it shouldve, it zipped back closed after a moment and he spoke “Do you want to survive?” The clerk nodded weakly, yes. “I can make that happen, wanna hear?” He nodded yes again. The caped man smiled, “Names Tony, you're hired. I can't wait for ya to meet the staff.”

[carelessflower]

PART 1.1 OF TAINTED LIES

I wanted to do a scene between Magnus before he goes to college. And part will follow after.

Magnus spread the butter over the toast, and drizzled honey on top, he poured himself a large glass of milk, before taking a seat on the table. He swipped through his phone, as he went through the news tab.

He smiled, clicking the link. The New York Butcher leaves the city in shock, the death total brings the number to 49.

He hated the name New York butcher, what they did was art, and it diserved a better nickname.

He took a bite out of his toast, as his dad came in, and boiled the kettle and getting a coffee mug out the cupboard.

"I think we should lay low, let the copycat strike." His dad said, looking at him.

"For a while. Yeah. Let the cops run around New York trying to figure it out.." Magnus mumbled, he got a text from Ragnor, he gave him a quick text, before finishing his toast.

"Its my time next. I can get a better high score than you." Magnus offed his phone, and put the plate and glass in thr sink.

"Whatever Bane. Just dont scout anyone that people will miss - "

"I know how to scout dad."

He went upstairs to get changed.

The police havent suspected them, they always take it in turn to hunt down people. It was fun when he first started, but now its getting boring, so they turned it into a game, the more messed up and gory. He grabbed his laptop and law book.

He can finally sit in on the third year, class and take notes.

dark magnus rise