#yes this includes metals

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 299

Hear me out- Ghosts have wings. They have wings, which are affected by their cores, and can make them disappear from sight if they want or need to. You got that? Good. 

Ecto-contaminated people? Don��t have wings. Liminals and Halfas, who have developed cores? Do have wings, and they can’t hide said wings, because unlike ghosts? Their bodies are physical living flesh. 

Now Gotham? Ecto-contaminated, there’s no doubt about it. The amount of portals that have been opened there and death pits and death cults… yeah it’d be surprising if it wasn’t. But again, no one really notices, because at most? Most just get a bit of eyeshine. 

The Bats however? Oh man are they freaking out when they wake up with aches in their back and feathers starting to poke through their skin. Curse? Nope! Welcome to Liminality, enjoy the second puberty of wings, emotion-sharing, fangs, claws, and whatever else you might develop- also enjoy the whole eating fear thing. (Wait, the what-)

[heartbeetz]

As a sonic enjoyer I think people (adults) need to be SO careful selfshipping with sonic characters. Pleeeaasseee remember most members of the main cast are children. There ARE adults, so the franchise as a whole isn't off the table, but I feel like this comes up way more often than it should.

[glitchfang]

the accusation that idw “infantilizes” silver is even goofier to me remembering that the smoking gun for this criticism (issue 8) literally ends with silver swearing. and being the first one in the comic to do so.

[heytheredeann]

Five Things Musical

I was tagged by @justabigoldnerd and @pippinoftheshire, thank youuuu!

Rules: post photos of your top five six favourite musical artists, and then photos of five six albums you couldn’t do without (five is not enough and it bothers me that the rows aren't even, sorry loooooool)

This is actually really well-timed because recently I've discovered so much cool music and I'm happy to share asdfghjkl

Artists:

Albums:

Open tag for anyone who would like to participate, feel free to tag me, I love free music recs looool

[holycowboybatman]

Extremely niche topic here but has anyone noticed that femme fatales in media often use C96s or their variants/reproductions? I know of 4 off hand, EVA from MGS 3, Helga from Disney's Atlantis, Talia Al-Ghul from DC and Han Solo. Anyone know why this is?

[aeb-art]

so i was thinking about men's wear,,,

as always geo belongs to @8um8le 🙇

edit: oh gosh i just realized i forgot to include pose references, silly me, here they are ↓

[hunter-sylvester]

Hunter's Drawings

I wish I had a better screenshot of the ones hanging on the wall in the last picture but they really don't get shown very well.

[chaseisglitched]

eggman keeps making robot daughters it's crazy

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

😍The source of my permanent HEART EYES😍

[t4tmetalsonic]

SO. t4t metal sonic? what is your gender hc for metal?

I won't lie I picked this URL more bc I'M t4t myself but I definitely see Metal's gender as being a little fucked up too!! (Like mine lol). So to me Metal is definitely t4t too hkhjfhfh

I hc them to be genderfluid, using he/she/they/it! (As well as neo pronouns, possibly ve/vem/ver and xey/xem/xyr :3) I think she would probably flip between feeling extremely gendered and not gendered at all.

Adding one of my favourite pieces I drew of Metal :]

[a-eo-iu]

Selection of characters for a possible story set in 1900s northeast Brasil

Mira is a jagunço, a sort of gunslinger who works as hired protection. He used to be a cangaceiro (criminal gunslinger who operated in bands and often attacked farms and small cities), but his band fell apart, and he started working for the first farmer who caught his attention: nhô Carlos.

Nhô Carlos, a rich (and single) ranch owner, and Dona Ana, last heir of a powerful family of the region, are rival farmers/land owners. The two often clash over claims on each other's territories, and each has gathered a small personal army to protect their properties.

Sôr Sérgio is Carlos's most trusted employee and boss of the cowboys/ranch hands in his property. Mira often spends his time helping sôr Sérgio with the animals instead of doing his actual job of guarding the property.

Coronel Alexandre, who is not actually a colonel, is a captain of the Guarda Nacional, the imperial and early republic equivalent of the police. He's in charge of keeping the peace in the region the story is set in, and Mira is in charge of causing trouble, so you might guess they do Not like each other very much.

[countfagulaa]

The sudden urge to base my entire personality on early 2000’s Chino Moreno

[aikainkauna]

FIC: Dance to the Whip (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: Dance to the Whip Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, BDSM, Fetish (leather gloves, belts and whips, ring gags, bondage, etc.) Warnings: Non-consensual sex (of the ravishment sort, so she secretly enjoys it), hard BDSM and so on. Heed the tags. Length: ~4200 words Summary: General Gan chases Tan Qi in the Chancellery courtyard, out to undress her--with a horsewhip.

The cage and the General's sadistic pleasures await--and he never takes off his buttersoft, black leather gloves...

A/N: Another one of Gan's fantasies of what he could've done to Tan Qi in that cage (and outside of it). Inspired by the fact that in the original novel, Gan had a horsewhip and didn't hesitate to use it on people; it's what the Right Cavalry used for crowd control. Thus, he is quite adept at using it. And his belt. And his hands...

"Now, we're going to have some fun, you and I," Gan says, the silk tails of his cap bobbing; smirking, his eyes crinkled at the corners, his gaze glimmers black with evil. He wipes the drool from around Tan Qi's mouth with his gloved fingers and kisses her, slipping his tongue through the gag: he licks the roof of her mouth, tickling it, drinking in her helpless screams of terror.

"Why are you crying?" he asks, nuzzling her tears from her cheeks, rubbing his beard against them. "I haven't even hurt you yet," he laughs, like an adult who finds a child amusing.

He pushes four fingers in her mouth and presses down her tongue, tilting his head and frowning a little, inspecting her throat. "Yes... that's going to feel lovely around my cock," he murmurs. He chokes her with his fingers to give her a taste of what's to come, and to pleasure himself with the scent of wet leather; his nostrils flutter and his cock pulses sweetly as he slowly begins to stir into arousal.

With another sigh of delight, he hauls her up by the ropes, lifting her to her feet.

He opens the door of the cage and shoves her staggering out into the Chancellery courtyard, into the cold February night.

His men are standing in a circle around the courtyard, holding aloft torches and leering at her, taunting her and making lewd noises. She tries to escape into the garden, but even there, she is confronted by more cavalrymen swinging their torches, laughing and jeering at her: there's no way out.

She turns around, and the moment she sees what Gan is doing, her eyes widen in horror: she backs off, screaming for help through her gag, her spittle flying in the firelight.

For now, Gan lifts out his horsewhip: smiling sadistically, he strolls slowly towards her, running the tail of the whip through his left hand.

"Now, missy, we're going to play a little game." He snaps the whip taut between his hands. "Run!"

(Ao3)

[appalachian-werewolf]

Pantera's best album was Power Metal.

[handfulofmuses]

Real talk, It’s the built up to their mutation that I like.

Bradford tells Shredder that he won’t fail him and his response is a simple “I know”. He personally trained Bradford and molded him exactly in his image, Shredder is more than aware that he can handle it.

But it fails because Bradford walked right into their trap and also because Mikey defeated him with his own secret technique.

From the first failure, it shows us enough about the kind of boss the Shredder is. It doesn’t matter that the students of his enemy are man sized turtles that were trained in ninjutsu. He expects better from Bradford - he expects “much more“ from him. He makes his disappointment clear, he is holding his weapon on his throat. His focus is entirely on Bradford.

Bradford has to beg for another chance. He gets it granted, but not in the way he expects and Xever is in charge of the mission.

Instead, Bradford gets caught by the turtles, tied up and locked inside a trash can. They roll and toss him across the city, they make mocking comments. He is a hostage because Xever has a friend of theirs hostage, so they try with a bluff and hold him closer to the edge of the roof.

Xever knows it’s a bluff. Bradford is terrified for his life so in his panic he does not realize it. He is vulnerable, he is humiliated and his fate is up to the one person he butts heads with the most. They can’t do it, everyone leaves him tied up while they fight and he has to free himself.

Even when they beat up the turtles, it’s because of that one guy who changed his mind and helped them out so they got defeated instead.

Shredder is once again focused on Bradford, just looming over Bradford, voicing his frustration that he spent years molding Bradford in his image and he shames him with his incompetence. This time Bradford doesn’t respond or tries to beg, he just looks away shamefully.

Afterwards Bradford asks Xever, if he can live with the shame of disappointing their master. He is entirely open with his rival here, showing his real side rather than the ego he has build up for protection. He is allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of the one person he does not like.

The two find another opportunity and neither of them care that there is currently a bomb. Bradford even admits this!!

Leo: If that thing goes off, it will wipe us all out!

Bradford: I would rather perish with honor than live in shame!

They both keep attacking and giving their all, not given a single damn about the bomb. Granted neither of them attack Donnie either who is trying to defuse it.

Xever, during the fights has a tendency to smirk. But Bradford always fights so aggressively during that, rage usually taking control over him. Both after the roof situation and here.

So then the moment comes and the turtles have cornered them.

“If I’m going down … I’m taking you with me!“

He acted so hasty in that moment. Not a single thought anymore and he just stabs into the container as the mutagen spills out and they fall from the roof.

He wanted control over his death. The whole time he was afraid whenever Shredder threatened him, when the turtles where bluffing to toss him from the roof he was afraid and here? He just throws away his life.

And ruins it forever.

I do love that all this happens after the whole trash can incident because now it just looks like it was the catalyst for it. He was humiliated during that episode and while Shredder was not there to witness or hear any of it, the salt in the wound is still rubbed in:

“You shame me with your incompetence.“

“We both failed Master Shredder. Can you live with that shame?“

I do wish that Bradford‘s whole “death before dishonor“ thing wasn’t just a plot device for his mutation - this is a serious issue that’s never addressed afterwards anymore. It’s not about pride - he is genuinely mentally screwed up because of Shredder.

There are so many factors that play into Bradford ruining his own life and regardless of what was the catalyst for it - Bradford still made that choice. It was his actions that ended up with him and Xever mutated, it was his action that almost killed Xever but that was just it ignored afterwards.

They never pick that up anymore. Bradford‘s low self esteem issues and "death before dishonor“ is never touched upon because it was a plot device for his mutation. This man couldn’t live in shame, was terrified of what Shredder might do them and tried to control his own fate, didn’t want to give the turtles another victory they could boast about. Instead he is alive, the turtles unharmed from his actions while he ruined his life forever and tbh, someone who already is like "I failed Master I can’t live with that shame“ is likely going to have a lot more troubles over that incident.

[madaqueue]

HEAAA THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MY DARLING!!!! (me staring at your angst stuff knowing it's going to break my heart :33)

a pressed bruise never heals - yan!childe

“I’m back, my love,” he says, hesitantly. It takes a moment for your gaze to find him, to trace up the black of his sweatpants, the white of his t-shirt. Then there’s the freckled skin of his neck, the pink of his lips, and finally, the blue of his eyes. Blue like the ocean, blue like the sky. “Are you feeling alright?” Heavily, your head falls forward in a nod, gravity resting upon the base of your skull, tongue too dense in your mouth to speak. Something warm brushes against your cheek, soft like feathers, soft like the breeze and the grass. You hum into a waiting palm, not yet realizing it’s his, not even when his heartbeat picks up under the hot breath escaping your lips. Childe, of course, notices. He notices the way your eyelashes flutter, resting somewhere between open and closed, notices the full weight of your head in his hand, notices the way you let his skin touch yours without recoiling, the way you let yourself lean into him.

the place where there is no darkness - yan!satoru gojo

He’s bleeding out on Occam’s razor. He’s not his childhood. He’s not his mother. He’s not the shitty, awful things that happened to him. He’s just…bad. He’s bad. He’s bad. “‘Toru, are you okay?” You hope the gentleness will cradle him from the nightmarish depths he seems to be lost in. But it doesn’t work - he's sunk too deep, not even thrashing against it anymore. Because he’s bad. He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve your kindness, your sympathy, your hands or tears or body. And he’s laughing. But not a kind laugh - it’s bitter, tainted by the taste of metal.

untitled - osamu dazai

The first time Dazai kissed you, it was through shaky limbs and red-stained bandages. You were both sixteen, with a mild concussion and blood dripping down his chin, and he had never looked more beautiful. He’d tell you it was the remnants of a fight, the adrenaline over-concentrated in his veins, that made him not know where to put his hands. So instead, his fingers tensed, letting the pistol clang its metal frame against the ground, fists fidgeting at his sides as his lips clumsily met your own. On your tongue, the taste of metal melted in the heat of your throat. Neither of you said anything about it.

no pressure tags: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @osarina @storiesoflilies @loveritas @unriding + anyone who has a hauntingly full wip folder :3

silly wip tag game!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

show us a paragraph, line or dialogue out of context from your current wip[s]. if you aren't a writer, feel free to share one from the last fic you read! ♡

these are from three different wips, the last one is something i wrote in december 2024 (those who remember me talking about nanami and a desi reader...yea), and the second one is something my aashi (@fushitoru) has been asking for since the beginning of time [hint: salaryman choso]

— npt: @gojocon @norikuna @sonnytoru @starmapz @aishi-toru @baepsays @gojosoups @indiewritesxoxo @madamechrissy + anyone else