#crossover(?)

[mistressslaura]

3 Queens & we need one slut 😈

@Diamonds4MeNow & @QueenMedusa551

[lonely-dog-draws]

i've been watching a lot of Gumby, so here's my pitch for an episode where Gumby & Pokey visit Hell

[valentinemesis]

link’s awakening

[etaleah]

I want this so badly. I wanna see Light think he can manipulate Velma and Daphne only for them to be too smart for him. I want the gang to be so desensitized to monsters that they don’t even blink at Ryuk. I want Light to scream about meddling kids while he’s carted off in handcuffs.

Just saw a video analysis about if the Scooby gang could beat Light Yagami. I wasn’t worried about the gang but I didn’t realize how cooked Light was. Velma alone is way smarter than L, Freddy would instantly see through the trapped drawer that hid the Death Note and Scooby is such a wildcard overall, who is immune to the Death Note because he isn’t human. So even if he gets the rest of the gang, Scooby is coming with a vengeance.

Funniest scenario is Shaggy and Scooby trailing Light only to be confronted by him. Light tries to kill Shaggy but can’t because he would never just give away his name as “Norville Rogers.” Light thinks Shaggy is some genius playing fourth-dimensional chess with him.

[sodapanque]

They threw him out of his pajamas for musical protagonists /jk

[moinstar]

Yep, I'm obsessed (with you)

[sharkbitten-sailor]

HOLY SHIT I , TOO , HAVE BEEN THINKING ABT A FORSAKEN X BLOCKTALES PLAYER ! READER ,,,,

perhaps if you could ,, maybe drop a 1x x blocktales player ! reader headcanon / drabbles ,,,, hehehheehhejags

I literally internally jumped for joy as i read that post LOL

THAT SMILE OF YOURS DISGUSTED ME.

sunrise is late!au - 1x1x1x x player!reader one-shot tw: blood, injury, minor gore and swearing.

a/n; tehee hope the meal hits the spot !! fyi , sunrise is late is the official name for this au,,, feel free to send your thoughts or requests anything he,,

you don’t know how you got here. no clue what this place even is.

then you learn- it’s a game. a fucked up game of survival and death. strangers thrown together, forced to cooperate just to avoid the one predator whose only mission is to kill. leave no one standing.

you quickly adapt and move forward. it’s not like you have a choice.

thankfully, you’re not alone. there are still others beside you, pushing you to keep going. and in this mess, that’s something.

the small, flickering warmth of that connection; it’s one of the few things left that even resembles good. so you cling to it, even while the dark coils just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow you whole.

you already know how it feels. once was more than enough. you’d never choose to go through it again.

-

you run. again, and again, and again. the world blurs around you. the pounding in your head is almost louder than your footsteps.

a quick glance over your shoulder. just one.

"this is, MASS INFECTION."

and that’s when it hits. you stumble. fall. the ground greets you with gravel and grit just as a black slash tears through the air. it catches your back: deep, burning, but not fatal. blood trickles down in thin, trembling lines. you’re lucky. if it had been your neck, you'd be scattered like discarded pieces on a broken board.

nevertheless, you wasted the opportunity to truly escape the wolf’s jaw. in this case, it’s 1x, the embodiment of hatred himself.

damn. you’re really dead this time. no healing items. no stamina. no call card-

wait.

call cards?

"well, look like your time's up, annoying pest."

you keep your distance, retreating despite the searing pain twisting down your spine. your hands fumble through the bag on your waist; frantic, clumsy, desperate. searching for something- anything that might keep you alive just a little longer.

and then, like a cruel reminder of how close you are to death’s door, 1x swings. the blade slices through the air, stopping just an inch from your face. close enough to make your breath hitch. close enough to impale your skull at any moment he wants.

"but go on. pull your little miracle. let's see how long it buys you."

…fuck. three whole minutes left. you’re her first target out of everyone else. you're bleeding, alone, and now very aware that your teammates are nowhere to be found.

in one reckless burst, you grab the daemonshank bare-handed; heat blistering your skin as you yank it wide. it screams past your jaw, grazing close enough to hum like a warning. your other arm lifts, instinct taking over. the second blade crashes into it, slicing deep. blood gushes out, hot and fast, soaking into your sleeve and dripping down like a countdown you can’t pause.

if you don’t figure something out now, blood loss is going to finish the job before 1x even gets the chance. damn it.

"tch. getting bold now, are we?" his voice drips with amusement; taunting. you can tell he’s holding back, and that means,. you’re so dead. well, at least you annoyed him. kind of a win.

a card slips free from your pack. cracked edges, faint glow. it hits the ground with a hiss.

then-

...

a burst of frost-laced smoke erupts on contact, swallowing everything in a wall of icy haze. the air turns sharp enough to cut. 1x stumbles back, blades twitching, vision muddied as frost scatters like glittering glass.

"so that’s your game," he spits, voice thick with venom. "smoke and mirrors. thought you’d have a spine by now."

from the veil steps cruel king.

he doesn’t speak at first. his face is unreadable. regal. cold. but his eyes sweep the battlefield like a predator. and when they land on you, he stops.

you’re on your knees, arm soaked red, breath rasping through clenched teeth.

he exhales through his nose. jaw tightens.

this is worse than any state he’s seen you in. or maybe it just hits harder this time. not that it matters. it's already getting on his nerves.

without a word, he lifts his wand. sigils shimmer along its length.

with a motion smooth as falling snow, he strips the blade from 1x’s grip like it’s nothing. metal clatters to the floor and stills.

"apologies for the delay," cruel king says, gaze fixed on 1x. his voice is soft, measured. a winter storm pretending to be calm. "i was under the impression they'd last longer."

"king.," you rasp. barely a whisper. you stumble, blood soaking through your sleeve and hoodie, hope clawing its way back into your chest.

he hums softly, "mhm. let me finish this. you’re bleeding on my patience."

but there’s that shift again. the way he places himself between you and the enemy. his hand tightening on the wand. not for style. or control.

he doesn’t say the words. but the fury sharpening in the air?

it’s not aimed at 1x, not fully. not yet.

it’s aimed at you. at the blood painting your arm, the sway in your stance, the choices that led you here. it’s the silent kind of anger, the sort that simmers behind cold eyes, not because he’s furious you’re hurt.

but because you acted like your life wasn’t worth as much as it is to him.

and once this is over? lecture’s coming, brace yourself.

-

bonus! - at the killers' cabin.

it’s a freaking sword in the wall, and nobody says a word. not because they don’t notice, no, everyone saw. but because 1x still has another blade in their hand, and she's in the mood where even eye contact might start a war.

noli stays quiet, eyes glued to the floor, pretending like his name wasn’t just nearly skewered out of existence.

1x isn’t looking at him anymore anyway. she’s still glaring at the wall. or, well... through it.

she’s seeing you.

specifically: you and your busted arm. you and your dumb, hopeful eyes when he showed up. and that smile.,,

that stupid, stubborn, reckless little smile you gave the frost king like he was your knight in snow-dusted armor.

disgusting.

their hands twitches.

next time, that smile?

they're going to wipe it off your face themself.

they’ll tear you down, piece by piece, until that stupid thing is gone.

they'll be your worst nightmare.

a/n; back in the survivors' cabin, you're casually bonking your teammates with no mercy. they still dont know about ck yet because that lecture is gonna be a private appointment. you’re sooo not ready lmaoo

[bluerosefox]

Another DPxDC idea cause I am still brain rotting in this fandom.

AND ONCE AGAIN, its a deaged Dani/Dan idea. And dad!Danny.

.........

Bruce stared for a long moment. Trying to make sure he wasn't going insane or was just very sleep deprived from three days of near no sleep because of a difficult case.

......

Nope he was still seeing them.

Two children, a toddler and a baby in a baby walker were in the Batcave.... One eating Alfred made cookies while the other was finishing up its bottle. The two seemed at home in the cave and were being watched over by Alfred who looked over at him with a raised eyebrow of 'More children sir?'

Bruce could hear nearly all of his children (one was not with them just yet still upstairs, they needed to take a private phone call it seems) who had come down to the cave for their annual weekly reports and updates all asking him when did he get more kids to bring into the family.

The toddler of the two, a little girl with messy black pigtails and blue eyes noticed him and smiled widely at him, eyes sparkling with toddler mischief as she finished her cookie off and then loudly said "Grandpa B!"

Then with the speed only a sugar upped toddler could do she ran over and crashed into his legs, her little arms wrapping around him as best as she could. The baby had finished his milk, and noticed him as well, making grunting sounds and coo's as he did his best to move his baby walker towards him as well.

Bruce blinked, his mind blanking at what he had been called, as he stared down at the toddler that looked up at him with smile.

Bruce could hear his children all freaking out and he questioned which one of them made him a grandfather and never told him about it!

Bruce got his answer when the one still upstairs in the manor came running down yelling out what had to be the children's names

"Ellie! Dan!"

"Hi Daddy!" came the response from the toddler and a tiny grunt from the baby.

[mistressslaura]

we are the queens of the sissies

come to us and get on your knees and suck our golden penis !

and your cage is on 😈

https://www.tumblr.com/misslauraworkd?source=share

[senhor-do-escuro]

Looks amazing! Great work!😁

Kratos x DoomSlayer x Cthulhu by Icemarv14

[astro-naut9]

i think he just misses ford.

and tina didnt even say she was gonna change brah she just asked

[cupigthebread]

What better than to klancify this goated movie

[nalaxy-sketches545]

I saw the trend of artists drawing Kris in a dress on Twitter and thought it was dope, so I joined in. My friend suggested drawing Kris in dresses that are based on Charlotte's outfits from Hello Charlotte and I went with that. This is a very different art direction I took for this, considering I was using a different brush that I haven't used for a while. I feel it fits the vibes I was going for with this piece, where I desaturate the colors to make it more earthy (that and color-picking the colors from Kris's sprite made it difficult to work with, so I had to change it lol). What I did for the background was interesting cuz originally it was going to be a solid color background like usual, but I decided to take some creative liberties with it and just have it two-tone with the white on its sides. Added some floral stamp pattern on the bottom and added a text above the piece to show what the inspiration was directly. It surprisingly balanced the whole piece together like a nice bow and I'm grateful for making this change for once. Anyway, I'm done yapping now, just wanted to say that I'm very proud of how this came out ^^

[raethewargeneral]

i want to sob at the meaning but i'm too busy freaking out at how they look so good in green and gold/blue and gold

[usatokkiss]

would you be the red to my blue