#S@y hi!

[fatalroyale]

@hemopseudo / @thedudeofguy / @voltgeist / @theimperialdominance / @killiborn

have i been putting off greeting new people for a couple weeks now? maybe. will that stop me from my unstoppable commitment to making sure i say hi to everyone eventually? nope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

soooo hi im balit and im everyones favorite demon <3

now who are all of you people that showed up while shit was hitting the fan for me these past few weeks?

[theartintrying]

jayvik dune au?

[hinamie]

realizing how much i like drawing him a million years too late :<

[bloody-storm]

"Welcome to the city of lies Where everything's got a price It's gonna be in your favorite place~"

[rednite-dork]

A commission for @thesuperiorfeeling of a scene in chapter 5 of her fic with Sebastian and her MC Eloise 💕

Go check out her fanfiction!

[tiredtriedfailures]

what in the sam hell is this. by god you people are dogs.

thabkfully someone said it

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[mymarifae]

shinonome akito the world

[kroosluvr]

arashiyama rkgk

[fanged-fanfics]

Can you pls write Shadow Milk x trans reader where reader is really REALLY struggling to come to terms with their new identity and is really anxious and sad over telling others? (Totally not self-indulgent at all.)

Just some comfort and love from the silly jester man. Thank you. qwq (I really hope this request is okay wahhh)

☆ No Need to Fear — Shadow Milk x Trans!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff, Comfort || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk has a somewhat loose view on gender. While still wholly identifying as a man, at least to your knowledge, he switches forms from masculine to feminine disguises with little to no care or preference

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's because of this that you feel a little safer trying to talk to him about what you've been feeling than others. Surely he'll be able to understand, maybe even better than most. Even with that in mind, it takes you a while to get any courage to approach the subject

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One day, when Shadow Milk was working for an upcoming raid, you stopped him to talk about it. Honestly your biggest worry was he'd treat the whole thing as a joke and not take you seriously, as he tended to do with almost all things

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "—So, yeah. That's what I wanted to tell you.." You admitted, avoiding the jester's gaze. "Aaannd this is a super big secret, right?" Shadow Milk asked. You nodded. "I know how much you and Black Sapphire love gossip, but.. I'm begging you, I don't know what to do here". "Have no fear, my faithful sweetie-cakes, I'm a Cookie of my word!" Shadow Milk began. He paused before adding, "Okay, well, I know how to keep a secret"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To your mild surprise and immense relief, Shadow Milk was more interested in helping you out than anything. He came up with a bunch of titles of each gendered term for you to exercise to see if any of them fit you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Black Sapphire would offer to do makeup for you that can change how your face looks to come across as the gender you want to be perceived as, while Candy Apple has tons of outfits to lend out if you need

ᯓᡣ𐭩 There are still times where you come to Shadow Milk for advice, asking him how he feels in each form he takes. He tells you it's something you just know, but not everyone knows immediately, so time is all you need to figure it out

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Being what every Cookie expects from you is so BOORRIINNNG. All you need to worry about is what you feel! Agents of Deceit bow to no one!— Except me, hehe! Rebel against the Witch's coils! Make your dough your own! Have them rue the day they gave you the wrong crispy body to live in!"

[fatalroyale]

@ultra-rage hi, im balit!!!! im not actually sure when you arrived, so im just gonna assume it was (understandably) solely for the purpose of irl fnaf

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[starcurtain]

Hear me out. I know it's unlikely that Ratio would ever have been foolish enough to directly get taken in by a scam, but considering that we know:

One of the groups specifically tricked by Kakavasha before he joined the IPC was the Intelligentsia Guild

What he tricked them about was Tayzzyronth's Swarm remnants, the exact same thing we see Ratio investigating in his very first appearance in the game, and

The researchers were described as "extremely cautious"

I am surprised that "Ratio was at least somehow connected to the Intelligentsia Guild team fooled by Kakavasha before he was ever even a Stoneheart" isn't more popular with the Ratio and Aventurine fandom.

Like imagine being Dr. Ratio. You tell your colleagues, "This seems like a scam. Are you sure you should trust this 'local guide' you've made contact with? Tell me about him. A picture? Does this even look like an Egyhazan native to you? I won't save you fools from making idiotic decisions." (You end up having to clean up the aftermath of their idiotic decisions anyway. There is sand in places on your body you didn't even know existed before this. How mortifying for the Guild. For you, by association.)

Then, next thing you know, you get a mission briefing slid across your desk from your IPC connections. They want you to work with their new Stoneheart. You open the packet to see... that little bastard with the enthralling eyes who had your moronic colleagues scrambling in the dirt on a backwater planet for months. Apparently he's made a career out of fooling you your supposedly competent guildmates.

You run off to confront him. You never met him personally back then, but you deserve compensation for the idiocy you were subjected to nonetheless. He deserves to know how much of a pain in the ass he's been in your life already without ever having met your eyes--

He proceeds to shove a gun into your hands and tries to make you an accomplice to a suicide. Apparently, this is normal behavior for the man now called Aventurine. Somehow, it's supposed to prove to you that he is a sane and reliable individual.

Absolutely nothing in your life has been normal since Egyhazo.

You would like to have mundane problems, sometimes.

How do you keep ending up in this beautiful manic clever conman's orbit, and why, like binary stars, can you not escape the gravitational pull?

[ashleyh713fanfics]

My favorite type of Dazai/ Dazai head canon is that he thinks he’s the controller in a relationship but it’s actually the opposite and he’s just a lovesick fool that would do anything to get his S/O’s attention.

They seem focused on something else? Almost instantly Dazai feels his hands twitch with the worst withdrawal of his life. His need to be wanted by something in this shitty life causing him to bend backwards and say even the most shameless things to get you to focus on him again.

And you know that everyone around you tries to warn you about the demon, fearing that Dazai is manipulating you because of his twisted past but you have this boy so wrapped around your finger that if you ever did tell him to do something, he wouldn’t even hesitate. He would kill for you if you truly desired it. Man has absolutely no shame.

The first time he allows you to change his bandages becomes like a drug for him, so much so that Dazai resorts to “accidentally” spilling coffee on them everyday just so he can have your soft gentle fingers cradle him and treat him like the most precious thing in the universe. For once he feels protected for the first time, he can never go back.

Before you Dazai would always remain in power, especially in terms of intimate relationships, always priding himself as the seducer but never becoming the seduced. He strives in being the puppeteer but after every kiss with you he finds himself begging for more, even getting on his knees if it means he can taste that sweet piece of heaven one more time.

For Dazai may claim that he is in control but I think we all know who really holds the reigns on the demon, and it isn’t him. 🤭

[citrine-elephant]

leon may be a cold-blooded thing who needs a heat lamp, but you know he'll be tits-out no matter what

was gonna be a sad post-vendetta era leon, ended up with old man whiskey dilf concept.

[theloveinc]

OlderDad!Bakugou who gets a haircut and his baby doesn't recognize him and he doesn't want his dad to pick him up 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bakugou has a cry in the bathroom and you have to spend the rest of the night consoling him.

Also Hiiiiiii, miss u, hope youre gooooood

head in my hands bc of this, just thought abt bakugo growing out his hair a little bit right after baby's birth...takes him months to go and get a real haircut cuz he doesn't wanna burden you more than he already has and by the time he's okay with the thought (but only for "AN HOUR MAX," is what he says), he has a mullet thing going on and all this scruff on his chin🥺🥺🥺

so he gets home with his regular ol' haircut, maybe a little shorter just to account for ... not wanting to go again so soon, and baby's HOLLERING bloody murder as soon as they see him and refusing to be taken out of your arms, doing that thing where they're flipping their face back and forth to dodge a kiss...

it's so tragic bc not even a little cheek nuzzling helps to calm them bc bakugo's CLEAN SHAVEN and smells like aftershave instead of like dad when he tries!!!!!!

and after, you watch him kinda sulk into the bathroom, thinking like aw yeah thats a bummer but also pretty funny, too (esp bc the haircut does look good🫣🤓), AND HE DOESN'T COME OUT FOR LIKE an hour???

....until you finally have to ask him if he's okay in there and you're opening the door to him sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed and red cheeks a little streaky with tears...

LJFKASDJFADSJK it's the cutest, most sad sight you ever did see!! ofc Bakugo tries to deny it, but the way he tears up again (after you're done assuring him he did nothing wrong) when his baby finally realizes it's him and smiles (and then how he refuses to give them up again until bedtime) has his ass. EXPOSED.

(i love and miss u more than air, earth, water, dirt + HOPE YOU'RE GOOD TOO BESTIE ILY)