#Back up bundle

[cowboythewizard726]

BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALINNNNNNNNNNN!!!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 333

I once more believe Battinson Batman needs to be given a child. Or multiple. Multiple children. I am also once more rotating Ghosts Have Wings Au. 

So Batman, still early in his whole vigilante career ends up busting a shipment, nothing too surprising there. Pretty usual honestly. Except for what was in one of the crates already open. Because it looks like some sort of gemstones but… perfectly spherical. Strange. Suspicious. 

But it’s also late, er, early in the morning, and the GCPD is notoriously corrupt, so like, he’s not going to just leave the weird gemstones, each about the size of a plum or so. (Dear Gotham he’s apparently hungry, and might inwardly vow to never let anyone realize what his tired mind decided to use as measurement) 

So he, unknowingly spurred on by more than just a slight bit of ecto contamination, takes the strange spheres back home. Just puts them in his pockets and heads back to the manor that they moved back into after the whole Riddler mess. (He even found a cool cave! With a bunch of terrifying bats, but they made a glass separator! For safety!) 

But in Bruce’s defense of forgetting about them, he’s more than a little tired and hungry and just wants to sleep for a bit, y’know? So maybe he forgets about the gems as he falls asleep in the chair in the cave (Alfred was not pleased!) until he starts digging around for them. Erm. Did they fall out somewhere?? There’s no holes in his belt pockets… 

And maybe these sort of things shouldn’t slip his mind, the spheres had felt Weird with a capital W, but he gets forced to a circus and there’s an… accident. So maybe he pushed it away as not important because there’s now an angry grieving eight-year old living with him and he’s panickedly reading any and all sort of parenting books he can get a hold of because he has no clue what he’s doing. 

Yeah, maybe his back is itching like crazy no matter what he tries, and maybe he threw up the other day, but it’s fine. This is fine. 

….

Oh dear Gotham those are feathers, this is not fine- ALFREEED!

[pine-needle-shuffle]

got bored, giving him more outfits

[originalartblog]

pamper tiny chuuya tooo pleaseeeee (also can i see tiny verlaine and rimbaud) 🙏

I tinified them :)

[ineed-to-sleep]

If there's one thing for sure about statues it's that you're always gonna see some butts. And boobs

[front-facing-pokemon]

[jaxieus]

More Johan stuff.

The cold seems to be subsiding but always comes back full force to get me off guard so I kinda thought Jan would try to take care of Johan because of the unpredictable weather.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi and kyojuro had never been particularly close. their personalities clashed, most of the time, and kyojuro had annoyed sanemi since the very beginning. that didn't mean he was a complete deterrent, however, and one time sanemi allowed himself to be invited to the rengoku household after one of his and kyojuro's joint missions. during his visit, sanemi had been introduced to senjuro; kyojuro's younger brother.

senjuro was a very kind child. he seemed quite patient, and a lot quieter than kyojuro. there was something comforting in his smile, and sanemi found himself warming up to senjuro. in a way, senjuro reminded sanemi of himself when he was younger—although they had many differences. either way, he and senjuro got acquainted and—dare say—became something like friends. enough so that sanemi offered his address to senjuro, in case he wanted to send letters.

although he hadn't been expecting to hear from senjuro again (that's how it tended to go, being a hashira in the demon slayer corps), sanemi ended up getting monthly—and sometimes weekly—check-ins from senjuro, along with some day-to-day updates, and food that senjuro had made (sanemi ended up finishing it rather quickly—it was really good). it was nice, being able to hear how senjuro was doing well and the little things he did. sanemi had to admit, it gave him a break from the dull, tedious work of being a demon slayer. and it made him happy (even if he wouldn't concede to it) to hear from people second-handedly exposed to demons that they could still live normal lives.

something sanemi figured out, after a couple letters, was that shinjuro—senjuro and kyojuro's father—was a less than competent father. though sanemi couldn't write back (he'd made sure to clarify this to senjuro, and assured him that he would be reading each and every letter, sometimes even sending back ohagi just so senjuro knew he was getting the letters), he was able to piece together that shinjuro wasn't really there for senjuro. it honestly didn't surprise him as much as it could've, given that sanemi had overheard kyojuro speaking about his father every now and then. though kyojuro seemed to look up to shinjuro, there was always a certain edge of concern and something hard to place to his voice. the clues senjuro unintentionally dropped were enough to confirm sanemi's suspicions.

sanemi was well versed in having a shitty father. his clearest memories of his childhood were the times spent terrified that his siblings, or his mother would be hurt. he remembered being dismissive of himself, because he knew that he was strong enough to protect himself, but he didn't know if he was strong enough to protect his siblings. senjuro's situation was different—being alone with his father most of the time, and standing as the youngest child. but that didn't change the fact that he was under his own care, and that kyojuro, being absent from home, could only do so much to help. therefore, sanemi began to decide it was his job to step in, one way or another.

given his duties as a hashira, there was little time for sanemi to actually do anything. he truly did want to help, and he often scoured his schedules for time in between, but it was hard to find much, since many missions were given to him with hardly any notice in advance. demons were unpredictable, so sanemi never was able to squeeze in even a short visit. and when kyojuro died, he found his missions growing in amount with one hashira spot open, it was even more difficult to find time. it wasn't until sanemi got injured, during one battle, that he managed to take a bit of a break.

granted, it wasn't originally by his own decision. in fact, he was forced to remain inactive for a week because apparently his wound had gotten infected and shinobu was concerned (and irritated at his lack of cooperation). but as sanemi was sulking in his cot, he realized he could take this as an opportunity to visit senjuro. which he did, after consulting with shinobu and reassuring her—repeatedly—that no, he would not run, and yes, he would be careful and rest if he felt dizzy. so he went, breaking off into a jog the moment he was out of her point of view—and eventually quickening to a sprint until he was there.

he had the address memorized, after seeing it many times on the letters senjuro sent. senjuro seemed to have a habit of doing everything very neatly, even if it wasn't necessary to put either his or sanemi's address once sanemi's kasugai crow got used to going back and forth. (ah, and, speaking of his crow—sorai—he began squawking indignantly when he broke his promise to shinobu and hurried). so it didn't take long to find the house.

sanemi slowed to a walk, as he approached, and paused in front of the door. it was quiet here, and the house seemed equally calm. he knocked, gently, and after a moment footsteps padded to the door. senjuro's head poked out, as he peered up at sanemi. upon registering who it was, he seemed relieved and slid the door the rest of the way open, smiling.

"shinazugawa-san..." he said, moving aside to let sanemi in.

"hey, kid," sanemi returned, looking around as senjuro closed the door. "you alright? sorry for the lack of notice."

senjuro shook his head quickly. "it's okay, you're always welcome here! i'm okay, thanks," he assured him, and paused to gaze up at him. "did you need anything?"

sanemi hummed, and held up a container. "no, but i brought you some food. i meant to visit a while ago, but i couldn't find time until now," he explained.

he handed the food to senjuro, who began to protest until sanemi frowned and insisted he should take it.

"hope it's not a bother that i'm here—is your dad home?" sanemi inquired, though he could guess the answer. as he'd expected, senjuro said no, leading him to a different room where they sat down comfortably.

"he's out," senjuro said, "i think he's just walking, though. he didn't bring any money with him."

"ah." sanemi settled onto the cushion senjuro had provided, then took a better look at the child. senjuro's eyes were rimmed red, and he looked tired, but not particularly disheartened, at the very least. he was strong, sanemi realized. he wondered if he would've been the same, if he hadn't been the eldest. "how've you been holding up?"

it had been a few weeks since kyojuro's death. senjuro hadn't sent any letters since then, although he'd sent one right before, so it had worried sanemi. but he figured that it was only natural—sanemi wasn't that important of a figure in senjuro's life, and he had the right to grieve alone without needing to update everyone on his personal life. still, it had been another encouragement for sanemi to take the chance today and see him. he was glad that senjuro mostly alright, and he was smiling less nervously than he had the day sanemi had met him (at the time, shinjuro had been home, so he assumed that was something about it).

"i've been doing fine," senjuro murmured, and he fidgeted with the box sanemi had given him. he hadn't opened it yet, but seemed to be curious, occasionally fingering the latch to open it. "father's... okay, too. tanjiro-san came by a couple weeks back, he told us... what kyojuro had said. before he'd— before he'd died. and i think father has been trying to stop drinking since then."

sanemi was surprised. he knew that shinjuro was different than his own father—but he'd grown to compare the two to each other, especially since he could only assume most of shinjuro's character, having not properly met him at all. he wasn't sure how much of kyojuro's past rants of his father he could use as reference, since most of them seemed to highlight shinjuro's better sides, but he hadn't really taken much of it to heart. hearing that shinjuro was trying to change rendered him in a bit of shock, and he wondered—briefly—if his own father would've done the same. truthfully, he doubted it—there had never been a kind bone in kyogo—but he supposed kyogo couldn't have always been shit. probably. (again, doubtful, but sanemi had always been quick to judge).

it must've shown on his face, because senjuro laughed softly. "kyojuro always knew father better than me. even if father wouldn't listen most of the time, since i don't really remember how things were when i was younger, kyojuro was good at knowing what to say. sometimes it felt like he really did get father to do what he said, even if only just the smaller things. somehow, on the verge of death, kyojuro still... he still knew what would encourage father to get better," he said, his voice faltering at the end. "the small words count, too, i suppose."

it was hard for sanemi to know what to say. he'd never really thought of shinjuro being able to redeem himself in any way, because kyogo could never have. but the way senjuro said it—it did make explain why kyojuro had spoken greatly of shinjuro. he'd likely been recounting old memories, ones where shinjuro hadn't been what he was now. sanemi didn't know much, but he'd become a hashira before kyojuro had, so he'd heard of shinjuro's retirement being partially to blame for kyojuro's rise in the ranks. something about kyojuro's mother (she'd died, sanemi thought, although from what he wasn't sure) had pushed shinjuro to no longer being fit to be a hashira, and then kyojuro had taken his place. sanemi had always assumed that shinjuro had been the same he was now, as he was as a hashira. he hadn't cared too much, however, so his ignorance was his own fault. but that knowledge didn't necessarily make it easier for him to wrap around the idea of shinjuro changing. becoming better.

he hoped it would be so, though. senjuro deserved a good father, and even if shinjuro was fucked up in the past, if he was able to truly be better, then sanemi would allow it. because with kyojuro gone, senjuro would really be alone, and there was no guarantee sanemi could manage to keep living and checking up on him.

"i suppose they do," sanemi agreed, after a long moment had passed. senjuro looked mildly confused, before realizing it was to what he'd said, and nodded. he quickly smiled, a bit uneasy at the sudden solemn mood.

"thank you for the food, you really didn't have to," he piped up, and held up the box.

"don't worry 'bout it," sanemi said gruffly, a bit embarrassed. he'd made the food—had been pretty good at making something satisfactory out of the least ingredients—but he'd never made it for anyone but himself after becoming a hashira. he wasn't sure if it'd be too much to his own taste, and whether senjuro would like it. he comforted himself with the fact that senjuro had reported to love the ohagi he'd sent in the past, at least. "you send me food lots, anyway, so have this as a thank you."

senjuro smiled, and it lit up his face. he opened the box gently, looking pleasantly surprised by its contents. "it's so artistic, how it's set up," he commented, glancing up at sanemi.

sensing that he was asking who'd made it (though he kept silent, likely not wanting to come off as rude), sanemi cleared his throat, looking away. "yeah, uh, i was... i had time to kill, so i made it like that. i made the food," he added, after a moment. there hadn't actually been time to kill, but as he'd been making the food, he'd remembered the things senjuro had made for him in the past and had the very strong urge to make it look really nice, too. even if he'd never cared too much of appearance, before that.

"you made this?" senjuro asked, and the scrutiny sanemi had expected was nowhere to be found. "you must be a really good cook—this already looks and smells amazing!"

"i... hope it tastes that good, too," sanemi said, "but thanks."

senjuro got right to eating, once sanemi had said that it was fine (and that he'd already eaten earlier). somehow, it was really nice to see senjuro enjoying the food, and his occasional commentary on how well it was made had sanemi fighting with all his might to not smile (a battle he lost, unfortunately). their previous conversation was put aside as senjuro ate, and they moved onto other topics, including the fact that sanemi was injured and that that was why he able to come.

he didn't finish the food, because it was a bit much, but he promised that he'd eat it all and then send something back in appreciation (to which sanemi tried to decline, but apparently senjuro was quite stubborn when he wanted to be). by then, two hours or so had gone by. as senjuro put the food away, the front door opened, and he was instantly on guard (a habit, it seemed, he could not rid of, even if shinjuro was changing).

probably realizing they had a visitor, shinjuro found them quickly to check in. he appeared pleased that it was sanemi and not someone else (or something, because it was definitely not because it was sanemi), then cocked his head, not recognizing him at all. "who is this, senjuro?" he asked, not quite trusting.

"wind hashira," sanemi answered, before senjuro could speak. "shinazugawa sanemi."

"right," shinjuro agreed, although he probably was clueless on who sanemi really was. "and you're here because...?"

"to see him," he said, hooking a thumb in senjuro's direction. "why, should i leave?"

"it is evening. do you not have missions?"

"no, not anything active."

"hm." shinjuro frowned, eyes flicking to senjuro, then back to sanemi. "as i said, it's getting late. i'd appreciate it if you took your leave soon."

"sure."

shinjuro left, then, muttering something about how he should be warned for visitors, and how that never happens anymore, as senjuro apologized to sanemi.

"he doesn't really want to have people over, especially after he and tanjiro-san got in a little... argument," senjuro explained. "sorry, he was a little hostile."

"nah, that was fine," sanemi said, shaking his head. he was honestly surprised at how calm shinjuro was, given his expectations. he'd expected worse. "anyway, i should really get going anyway. keep sending letters, if you find anything to say, or even if you want to say hi. i'll try to drop in now and then, 'kay?"

senjuro smiled, nodding. "i'll do my best. thank you for taking your time to come here, and make the food. it was really nice of you, and i liked having you over," he said, bowing slightly.

sanemi only smiled.

senjuro saw him off, saying he'd send the container back when he could, and that he hoped sanemi got better quickly, and that he hoped to see him again soon. sanemi waved back, with the promise to try, and took his time walking to the return to the butterfly estate. his crow was much pleased when he decided to walk, perching on his shoulder just in case.

perhaps senjuro wouldn't be completely alright, but he seemed happy today, and that was enough to console sanemi that at least things were capable of getting better. he would have to make sure to survive whatever came at him, now. that way he could take the newfound knowledge of senjuro's favorite foods and make them when he had the time.

[intotheelliwoods]

Seeming as I dont think that poll is swaying anytime soon- keychains have been ordered! And if you can afford the shipping, I can ship outside the USA! :)

[foxhotbox]

[robnikmeria]

werewolf robb stark ilysm

[moeblob]

Right and his work menaces (Brent and Karen).

I don't remember last I mentioned it but apart from crude nicknames to people (except Chris), he also just puts them in his phone really weird (except Chris, who is literally in his phone as Chris). And I bring this up because in Right's phone, Karen is saved as "Lawful Obligation".

[halfbaked00q]

For the Bond goes to Q's night club and does bdsm badly [tags: bdsm, s/D AU, subspace]:

I sometimes indulge in reading the s/D alternate universe fics. I'm sure they are super problematic; subs sort of have to go into subspace regularly to be healty and yada yada. So all of this is, ya, know. Not how it works irl. Don't take sex-ed from fics kids, but here's a thing, yeah? Cause I like you sprinkling up my dash with wild little 00q ingredients, and so I baked some trashcan cake for you:

He's hanging from the cross in one of the private rooms. Q has just managed to clear everyone out and is now standing here studying Bond and his disconcertingly back-to-normal breathing pattern. He can look his fill for once; Bond's eyes are closed.

His mind is still buzzing from the confrontation with the other Dom. From the way his thoughts had screeched to a halt when he recognized exactly who was at the cross.

He's come to some rapid realizations, the major one being that Bond is, in fact, a sub. All those times he's donned that macho agent persona have somehow been an act.

It boils Q's blood to know that--

To know what exactly? It shouldn't change anything. 007 is one of MI6's most competent agents; his denomination doesn't change that. Of course not. It makes it more impressive, probably.

But as Q watches the tightly controled way Bond counts each breath, his eyes tightly shut, inches from subspace but unable to quite reach it, he can't help but burn.

Bond must have been so fucking desperate to seek it out like this. He shoudln't have had to. Q should have figured it out. He should have stepped in. Should have known.

There's always been something there. The way Bond--James, really--would sometimes look all washed out, eyes snapping to Q as soon as he entered the room no matter how tired he was. The way he'd buckle against orders, but then relent beautifully when Q laced his voice with command just so. The way Q hadn't been able to stop himself from watching him, even knowing--wrongly, it turns out--that they were incompatible.

Standing here, now, Q feels like he's been cored out by a lightning strike. His insides burn with the realization, with how possessive he feels, how much he needs to be the one taking care of him. To make this right.

All in due time, though. First he's going to take care of this mess. Then there will be time to take them somewhere more private (home). To give Bond care and safety and what he really needs. Q is going to make that happen even if he has to bend the whole of reality to his will, he knows this the way he knows he could take apart nations. He's going to get what he wants and there will be nothing standing in his way.

He takes a breath and centers himself. He can do this.

"James," he says, the name feeling oh-so-right on his lips, "Open your eyes for me."

HELLO. HI. HELLO.

and yea just to repeat what I said before- anon if bdsm aus are bad then I dont wanna be right dot meme. I love bdsm aus and like. cmon are they any more ""problematic"" so-called than, like, A/B/O, or like what ppl have turned Sentinel/Guide AUs into (like the ones where there's an invented society where guides are systematically oppressed dare I say, even, rather like trafficked or enslaved?) etc etc

but um 😳😳😳😳😳 the fact that u took the concept & made it a BDSM AU.... and Bond is a sub that no one knew is a sub, and the way it being BDSM adds an Edge to the "needs the relief of subspace but Can't so seeking like a brute-force override via an excess of pain"....... ough ough ough. i feel like im chewing on a live wire zzzzzzzzztttt. kisses on the moutb for you too mwa mwa ough ough woof

[whimsicalwhisperao3]

I fucking love his hoth fit he looks so dumb

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

weird thought I had the other day--

[ourfag]

i would not have chosen to begin my day thinking about ed being treated for carbon monoxide poisoning after a building fire. however i am a wandering dry leaf buffeted by the winds of fate