#does that count here?

[squishycat330]

I was gonna post this yesterday but uh. . .anyway

The A-Team, Leo & Raph

I did go to post this yesterday but I had realized I forgot to add the specks on thier skin and went in en’ added it, I think it made them Ten-times better, I did try to give Raph Red-ear Marks to match Leo and I know it’s just a random specks but one of Raphs honestly looks more like a mole ur’ something, and I noticed Leo had I light colored one in a similar spot so I made em match! Twins

close ups

I feel like if I don’t point out the small details know one will notice them. . . I gave Raph orange bandaids with the thought that Mikey forced em on him! Thats why their oranges! I also looked at the chipped area of his plastron and was like ‘how is that pice even hanging on?�� then my mom had the idea to put type there as a joke and I did! It made for an amazing lil detail that I love! Leo’s clasp actually says Leo in Japanese (and I don’t think I got it rong so)

I feel bad he didn’t get as much detail as Raph but he’s not in front SoOoOo

extras

I thought I had more. . . (Thu/Fri, April 24th/25th)

[chiangyorange]

the chain but on a scale of who says hooray yippee and wahoo

is this anything.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

pov u just learned what wireplay is (and u might be a little bit into it)

i drew this on a whim sorry y'all

[za1ka]

oh no would you look at the time i can't believe Crowley's a chronic valentine's day misser! but thankfully it's never too late for amore so let's get sappyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[pigswithwings]

transmission

[kermdoeswriting]

Bruce Wayne's a Foster Parent. Also he avoids death a lot so a dead person can usually tell if a humans meant to have died but didn't.

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"Bruce you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to but-"

Bruce just sighed from his side of the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nobody ever really expects to get a phone call nearing 3 am but exceptions had to be made when you were a legal foster parent and also a part-time secret super hero. If it wasn't one thing calling for him it was the other.

On the other side of the phone, Bruce heard the caseworker, Roni, chuckle.

"It's just for 3 nights and half of the day after, but I need you to be prepared for something before I can pass them off to you."

Bruce sat upright now on his bed, attentively listening to her words. Usually the kids didn't really come with any pre-warnings from the Caseworker themselves, letting anything about each Foster kid be said inside of their personal files that got sent along with them.

But when she gave out this information it was usually important. The last time Bruce had gotten a warning like this it was for Jason which was ages ago it feels at this point.

"What is it?"

"The kids are-" Her voice trailed off, like as if she was still searching for the right words to say. "They've been through what I can honestly only describe as the equivalent to a meta-kid trafficking lab"

Bruce shifted as he heard the driving continue on the other side of the phone.

"They're very guarded because of what they went through and they might display.. unusual behavior. More unusual then a meta-kids behavior after such a situation would be, but don't let it fool you! The kids are really sweet beyond being afraid."

Bruce frowns at the descriptions before replying to her, mentally trying to prepare himself for the idea of these kids and what they might have went through.

"I'll make a note of it then. Thank you, Roni"

"No, thank you, Bruce. I really appreciate this last minute placement. We'll be by really soon"

He was left with a click as he removed himself off his bed and threw the covers to the side of him. Alfred would want to know that they would have 2 new guests in the manor, at the very least to greet them and have rooms prepared even if they didn't need to have them prepared further then what they already were.

It was less then 5 minutes later that Bruce found himself, with Alfred, greeting the temporary fosters at the front door. Roni looked tiredly at them as she pushed the kids front and center.

Bruce could relate heavily.

"Hello Danny, Ellie. It's nice to meet you both, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Danny just stared at the mans outstretched hand for a second before he turned to look up at him, a pinched look on his face. Ellie matched his expression, although being a bit more subtle about it as she looked over Bruce as a whole.

Eerily, Bruce felt like his very soul was being judge the longer the kids stared at him. He also felt a sense of familiarity with these two kids the longer this continued.

They seemed detached rather than afraid like their caseworker had explained earlier, more so viewing the world as if they were outside of it rather then in it in any way.

Danny was quick to glare at him after another moment, "You're a fruit-loop, aren't you?"

Ellie broke from her own scanning almost immediately when she heard Danny's comment, cackling beside him before shoving him off with her arm. The action made Bruce smile as he took his arm back and placed it by his side.

Alfred also looked amused between the pair of siblings before turning attention to the task at hand again. Bruce just smiled at his pseudo-fathers usual fondness over children, knowing he was being reminded of his own grandchildren.

"This is Alfred. He's going to be the one to show you over to your rooms for the next few nights." Alfred greeted the kids in the same polite way he usually greeted all guests before he leaned down and extended his hands towards their belongings. He didn't grab their belongings just remained leaning over them before questioning the kids if they would like help to take their stuff to their rooms.

Bruce only really saw it faintly and if it were any other moment he might have ignored it as a sleepless hallucination, but for some reason he noticed the change immediately. The twins eyes go from a darker blue to a flashing bright green.

As if alarmed by the sudden movement towards their belongings.

Danny was quick to catch his own staring as well, eyes flashing back to blue for only a second before reverting back to green. Almost as if to give off some kind of warning.

Ellie noticed his staring immediately and shoved Danny again, this time more forceful for his attention before turning to whisper something to him when she had him back.

Bruce felt his skin crawl before turning away to face their caseworker, not really understanding anything they were saying beyond hearing a few words and feeling their eyes look between each other and his back.

Death Touched was an especially new description, and one that stuck in his head the second he heard it.

Bruce waited until the kids were guided away by Alfred before talking to their caseworker officially and waking her up from her half delirious tired drop-off.

"Hey Roni? Is there any chance we can extend the Fenton kids stay?"

There was something going on here with these kids and he was going to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.

[rubikor]

5⭐️ sword people my favourite brand

[arcade-confetti]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[jytrii]

Awakening

[omniscient3teabag]

billy batson au/scenario where billy gets caught up in an incident as billy himself and his only way to not literally BLEED OUT and DIE is to transform back as captain marvel (And chooses to stay as him. how will he survive if he detransforms back anyways? he can't risk it yet,)

So. times go by, captain marvel hasn't detransformed in maybe a month or two and it's sorta? starting to affect billys own body for some reason. But not enough for the kid to die,, And then , in one of the missions that most of the main justice league members have to join in, a magical rune/spell/whatever is casted onto them to show the day all of them will individually die (with diana and superman probably having the most amount of time out of everyone, and with batman surprisingly having 31:19:03 years, hours and minutes to his name left(yeah, even batman himself was rather surprised at that)) for the thrill of it.

but, it isn't fate, they could still survive if they change any little thing. if they get help or not. it's not set in stone!!

and so to show that one of the timers could go off at any moment. Like. some of the timers just cut to zero even if there were a few more years to its name and they'll immediately kick the bucket. or like their heads explode. and their lives r on a gamble to hope that their own timers won't get chosen to be the next to be resetted. so all of their timers start ticking, as they fight their way through the battle they're fighting in

even after they win, the timers don't go away , so they're up in the watchtower, the annoying tick of each minute getting louder and louder in their ears, and having a meeting until they realize

captains timer is only ones that isn't ticking? so they look over to cm's timer and see,

00:00:04. Four minutes left. what? why is he literally almost on deaths door? metaphorically. I mean

but thats not all, it's not even going down. minute after minute, it's like it's stuck in stasis which is .. weird???? and like captain is sorta sweating bullets because like oooooh crumbs. Oh gods

also. accompanying art hshsssfjgdf

(he thought if he stayed still no one would notice his odd ass death timer)

[pikechris]

yeah the doctor hasn't kissed a man since 2005 but they also haven't kissed anyone on screen since missy in 2014. ten actual years. do you understand the significance of this

[homriette]

Hey look! New attraction at Merry Magoland!

[ac1d-rainz]

015 but if they were bunnies au thing idk lalalala

this is a certified bunee moment

[bjornsmuse]

ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

{part 1 of 2}

Summary: it’s just turned dark outside, the cicadas are chirping, the weather is getting warmer and your about to go to sleep after a long and exhausting day of dealing with cramps caused by your period- your about to lay down in bed until your interrupted by a knock on the door

Warnings (for this part): mentions of period + period blood, suggestive content, vampirism, slight stalking, southern gothic, very slight dirty talk, slight horror themes, reader is a little easy and naive

It was sweltering outside, it had been all month- even in the night, non stop heat. Of course you were used to this by now considering it always feels like summer in Mississippi delta - one thing you aren’t used to is strange men knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

You were getting ready for bed after a day of agony because of your period. your slipping your cotton nightgown on about to pull your blankets back, blow out the candle you lit a few minutes before and lay down until there’s three sharp knocks on the front door. At first you aren’t going to open it, you are in a very remote little town so it’s odd for someone to be knocking at this time. Eventually you do end up sighing out of exhaustion and walking down your hall to the front door to open it, you don’t open it all the way, just a little bit.

When you open the door there’s a man standing there, he’s wearing a very light blue which is almost white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, suspenders thrown lazily over his shoulders, hair slightly messy. “Sorry sir but I think you might be at the wrong house?..” your brows knit together in confusion, he gives you a polite kind of smile “Nah just wonderin’ around, nice night..but you wouldn’t mind if I came in would ya’ darlin’?, y’ see it’s sweltering out ere’ and I just need somewhere to rest for awhile if that would be okay with you” his voice was a low and sweet, like honey that was about to rot.

“Uh could you just rest on the porch? I can make you a lemonade or get you a cold cup of water while you wait out here?..” you offer hesitantly- your offer almost sounding more like a question. You do understand it’s extremely hot outside but you also know it’s just as hot inside- Heat clung to the house even though the windows were open, the sticky kind that made your nightgown cling to your thighs and the air heavy, so you wondered why he would rather be inside when it’s just as hot. “That’s real kind o’ you darlin but I really do think it would be rather cooler inside that house o’ yours, o’ course I don’t want ya’ to feel like I’m tryin’ to invade but it is really hot out ere, Don’t mean no harm, miss. Cross my heart.’” He runs his hand through his hair and shifts his weight from one foot to the other- he almost looks like a sad puppy that was left outside in the rain, the longer he stands there the longer you feel bad for him.

Deep down you knew not to trust strangers in the middle of the night..but, he doesn’t look very harmful and he just wants to relax for a few minutes, you shrug off any hesitance you had and give him a small smile. Unfortunately what you didn’t know was he’s only there for you. Still, something flickered behind his eyes. Something that caught the scent of you the moment you opened the door. The tang of blood beneath your skin, warm and thick, He could smell it from the woods. From down the road. A calling, And the moment you said “come in I’ll get you some water and then you can be on your way,” and turned your back to walk toward the kitchen, the decision was already made for you, Remmick stepped over the threshold, slow as syrup, closing the door behind him with the softest click.

“You know,” he said behind you, voice suddenly closer, “you’ve got a real nice house. Smells like lemons and candle wax. And somethin’ else…” You turned around, heart picking up a little “Somethin’ sweet.”

You clutched the cup of water tighter in your hands “You sure you’re just passing through?” you ask, a slight tremor in your voice now as you are very uncomfortable. He stepped closer, slow, polite like a preacher at a funeral “You didn’t think I just happened upon your house, did you?” His voice still held that low, syrupy charm. “You’re way t’ far off the main road for that.” Your breath hitched slightly in fear as you took a small step back, He took a larger step forward. your back hit the counter with a dull thud, The cup trembled in your grip, water lapping at the rim like it could sense your fear. Remmick was smiling now — but it wasn’t like before, Not polite. Not soft. No, this smile curled at the edges in a way that made your skin crawl, as if he were baring his teeth without actually showing them.

“W-what do you want?” you asked, trying to steady your voice, though it barely rose above a whisper. He didn’t answer right away he just stood there, hands still at his sides, that too-white shirt clinging to his chest from the heat. You noticed, belatedly, that despite the sweltering air, he wasn’t sweating. Not a bead. Not a drop. “I want what called me here,” he said finally, gaze dragging over you slow like molasses, heavy with hunger “You think it’s the heat that’s kept me up all night? Nah. It’s somethin’ else. Somethin’ inside you, cryin’ out like a song no one else can hear, I could smell it.”

You didn’t even process what he was saying, didn’t even think before you sprinted. You turned and bolted down the hall, feet thudding against the floorboards. You didn’t know what you were running for—the front door was behind you, the windows were all nailed from storms long past—but instinct screamed go.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” his voice drawled behind you, still calm, still syrup-sweet. “I ain’t even gotten my lemonade yet.” You turned into your bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it—though you knew it wouldn’t matter. You pressed your back to it, heart hammering. The room was pitch black. The candle had died in here too. The night pressed against the windows, the heat smothering. You knew he was right on the other side of the door.

“Y’know,” he said, voice muffled now through the wood, “I don’t usually ask. But you opened that door real sweet. All polite. Makes me wanna take my time. Can make it nice for you darlin’..just have to lay back for me” you go completely still at that, you have no idea how to feel now- you swear he want from threatening you to basically offering you- and despite yourself being absolutely terrified of the situation your lower belly starts heating up with something other than period pains.

“What are you-“ you go to ask him what the fuck he means before he rudely interrupts with a slight chuckle “oh I think you know exactly what I mean. You ever had a man do it for you, darlin’? Really do it? Not just rut at you like a dog, but worship that pain outta you with his mouth? Cause’ I can do that for you..if you open this door up for me” he taps his knuckles against the door “c’mon..I’ll be nice.”

[technikki]

i like when people make these two interact i think it'd be terrible

[olasketches]

has this been done already??

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