#separate connection

[andstuffsketches]

more Batgirl redraws

[carlyraejepsans]

Screen recording of the band segment from chapter 3 so I can read the full lyrics without eating shit too badly

[alienfailboy]

i start giggling like a maniac whenever i see a greying, disheveled, insane character standing next to someone who is polite to everyone and should be considered a weapon

like aww ur so new best friends

[brainmuncher]

The emergency

A good number of members within the Justice League have children. Not all of those kids are biological or adopted but they are their kids nonetheless. Some of those kids are even old enough to be adult heroes of their own, but even then they are still their kids. And the other kids tend to take up heroism at a very young age to most people's chagrin. Although as shown by the original child hero, now going by Nightwing, it’s not as easy as telling the kids to stop.

It was learned through intense hardship that smothering the child heroes was just asking for trouble. Despite how much the older heroes wanted to stay close to their kids, it was seen as overbearing and a show of mistrust. They would act out with even less backup in retaliation, which would only bring even more stress.

So to satisfy the need for protection without stepping on any toes, two new emergency meeting signals were introduced.

One was for the kids to send off. Each one was gifted a small device that could be hidden in their person. The device had both a mic and a tracking chip that could be activated when they were in extreme danger. As soon as the device was active a signal would be sent to the league for an emergency distress signal with the details of who sent it. Due to an outcry from the kids, the device could not be activated by the guardian of the child. The mic and locator could only be activated from the device itself. It wasn’t nearly as protective as some of the more worried leaguers would like, but it was at least something. 

The second signal was one that the leaguer with a kid in danger could activate. This signal could be activated with a single code into the communicators that every member owned. If the member who sent out the signal didn’t specify what kid was in danger, every member would receive a generalized notification of the emergency alert for one of the kids. This wasn’t ideal, but it was learned early on that the guardian of the child was often too distressed to make the code more complicated. It was best to leave it simple and answer questions at the emergency meeting.

Which was great in all, until someone who doesn’t have a child involved with heroics in their care sends off a general emergency.

In places all over the globe, an emergency meeting signal message was sent by Hal Jordan, one of the lanterns. He didn’t include what child was in danger in the signal, meaning that it could be any of the underaged heroes. And considering he didn’t have a child in his care, that made multiple members panic.

When was the last time they checked in with the kids in their care? Who was the one he was sending the code for? What happened to the child he had noticed was in danger? Why is he the one that noticed? Where were their kids? Who was in danger?

Because of the nebulous nature of the call, it didn’t take long for multiple heroes to find the nearest transport to the watchtower and tumble in. What they didn’t expect was the absolute haggard appearance of their friend. He was standing in the meeting room looking like the world had been destroyed before his very eyes. The way he sat without even cracking a sarcastic remark made multiple members pause.

“Hal?” Wonder Woman called, her face pinched in concern. “What has happened?”

The aforementioned member looked over who had already arrived before settling on her face. It was at that moment she knew that he was only looking so collected through willpower alone. This wasn’t just any child of the league, this was personal.

“My nephew Danny has been captured,” He began, sending a wave of different emotions circling the room. “I’ve been trying to find where they took him for a week now and I can’t get any leads. I need your help.”

The unsaid questions and emotions were nearly palpable. Multiple members turned to one another or stared with a million questions. Nobody had known that Hal even had a nephew named Danny. Sure he mentioned someone named Jason at times, but he never indicated anything else. The fact that he hadn’t mentioned him or the fact that he’d been apparently searching for a week was strange.

“And why are you only telling us now? Why did you wait so long?” Superman asked, speaking up the question that was on multiple minds.

A fire of anger curled in Hal's eyes. It was fierce and protective. It was a mixture of appalment for being questioned on his decision and fury for the reasons why he had to do it in the first place. He stepped forward towards the center table, slamming his palms down and leaning into it.

“Because any person that goes against the group will be declared an enemy of the United States. I’ve already had my account and housing connected to Green Lantern seized,” He explained with a deceptively calm tone. “I also needed to make sure that they didn’t have any connections with the Justice League. They have their agents everywhere.”

Unsurprisingly, Batman appeared from the gathered heroes from seemingly nowhere. Despite the feud between the two of them, the Bat was completely zeroed in on the situation. While he had a decent amount of distrust in the lantern, mainly because of the parallax incident, he could tell that the man was genuine. And the Bat always did have a blind spot for children.

“Explain,” Was all Batman said, staring Hal down.

The lantern in question looked at him with a grim face. This was it. Now or never.

“They’re called the Ghost Investigation Ward, or GIW for short. They hunt down and either exterminate or experiment on anyone they deem ectocontaminated or a ghost,” Hal started to explain, his hand curling on the table in frustration. “My brother Jack faked his death and ran off to be with another woman. Those fucks deemed my nephew as ectocontaminated and tried to take him from his home. He ran from his family so that they couldn’t be arrested for knowingly harboring an ecto entity. Told me that he remembered my face from a photo his dad tried to hide in the attic and sought me out.”

If the fire in his eyes were any stronger, they would probably become physical and burn down the room. It was undeniable that Hal Jordan was understandably completely pissed off. This situation was terrible from down to the very root.

“I tried to hide him but they somehow found him anyway. Now my civilian name is being heavily monitored and Green Lantern is being hunted down,” He finished his explanation. “If you join me in this, be prepared to lose everything.”

This was so much worse than anyone could’ve predicted.

[adhdevankinard]

Even if the writers bring in a new LI for Buck, no one is ever gonna beat Tommy Kinard. Sorry! But just look at this material:

Tommy personally knows and respects the life of a firefighter and why it’s so important to Buck, something that Buck’s previous love interests found difficult to understand

Tommy can be involved in calls and can help the 118 in a way others can’t (as we’ve seen)

Even before dating Buck, Tommy had strong connections to the main characters — the most important people in Buck’s life

Buck himself said Tommy is his most transformative relationship since Abby (whom Tommy is also connected to)

Speaking of Abby, Buck pined for her, but it was clear that Abby was ready to move on when she left him. With Buck and Tommy, both of them want each other back. Neither is ready to move on. They pine for each other.

Tommy is one of the very few people who call Buck “Evan” and the only one to do so regularly and with such affection. It was only during the breakup that Tommy called him Buck. The worst day of Buck’s life was the day Tommy called him by the name everyone else uses for him. Because Tommy isn’t everyone else. And no one else will ever be Tommy to Evan.

Tommy was a part of the call that ended with Bobby’s death. Tommy was the only one who saw Buck’s grief after losing the person he considered his father. Tommy was a pall bearer and walked with the main characters at Bobby’s funeral.

Speaking of Bobby, Tommy is the only LI of Buck’s that Bobby approved of. The only one Bobby will ever approve of. Bobby knew Tommy and Tommy knew Bobby. Tommy was part of the 118 when Bobby began again. Tommy saved Bobby’s life before Buck met him.

It was Tommy’s decision to transfer that opened the spot at the 118 that changed Buck’s life.

Literally, Buck is the happiest he has ever been when he is with Tommy. He can be giggly during sex and hold funerals for dead cowboys. Buck smiles and looks at Tommy with so much affection. And Tommy shows up for Buck – whether it’s attending the hospital wedding after an exhausting shift or making sure he’s resting after he’s injured or cooking him a literal feast or stealing a helicopter.

Any LI after Tommy would pale in comparison. The writers will do what they will but … why even attempt to outdo this ... You simply can’t!

[cocopudu]

i feel like pikmin and wormadams (burmys too) all come from the same evolutionary line 🍇🌿🔵

[ryllen]

how nice it is if the phone headmage gave u actually has special magic attribute, where it has very shitty network on twisted wonderland universe, but actually very good to connect back and forth between your world to twisted wonderland

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis' last question when interrogating zara's corpse -- whether illario also asked her to kill caterina -- is so telling. because if illario had done that, I actually do think lucanis would have killed him. (his standards are predictably wild and hilarious in a dark sort of way. listen I can forgive you for killing me that's fine understandable even but there's a limit to everything illario.) which is why he saves that question for last: it's the one thing he really does not want to know the answer to. because if the answer is yes, it's going to need action from him that would be so psychologically catastrophic that nothing the ossuary could do to him would compare, that would have been the end of him too, I feel, even with rook and the team there to try to catch him or pick up the pieces. I love how if you pay attention you can trace out the underlying hurt/logic already here, before it gets spelled out in inner demons. the logic lucanis' brain operates on is very sad and very consistent the whole way throughout the game.

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 12

[palatinewolfsblog]

"We were all humans until race disconnected us, religion separated us, politics divided us, wealth classified us." - U.N. Owen

[fangrurin]

FREDDIE FOX and OLIVIA COOKE as GWAYNE and ALICENT HIGHTOWER ↳ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON S02E06 'Smallfolk'

[myapothecarydiary]

protagonist and deuteragonist

[rugwurm]

pspspsp

[thestarfishface]

tfw you have a loose collection of ideas for a new story but it's still really early on so most of it's really loose concepts and not anything solid enough to fully brainstorm, but you REALLY REALLY want to get to the point where you can DO something with it

I have essentially planted a mystery seed in the garden and am now staring at the little patch of soil waiting for something to happen and it's driving my CRAZYYYYYYY

[s0fter-sin]

sequel to this post!

cw nsfw, trans!price, sub!ghost, orgasm denial, overstim, marathon sex

nik and price bring up the idea of getting ghost a cock cage, thinking he’ll enjoy the weight and the reminder that his cock belongs to them, but it hits him wrong

it twists in his head, mutates into this idea that he isn’t enough, isn’t strong willed enough to control himself and be good for them; that he’s failing at the one thing he’s always been able to give them and this is their way of fixing it, fixing him, before they decide to get rid of him

they immediately shoot it down, promising him that he will always be enough for them, always has been enough for them; he’s never let them down and even if he did, they would never be disappointed with him or be foolish enough to let him go

they love him, no matter what

ghost believes them, it’s hard not to with how earnest they are, and he knows he’s loved; his brain just finds it hard to accept sometimes

so they all plan a scene together; their most involved but also their longest

they already love orgasm denial, holding ghost’s orgasm hostage for days at a time, but this is the first time they’ve ever tried for months; his balls aching with each passing day, cock swelling at every errant breeze. he sleeps in jock straps, using the tight pressure to control his body even when he’s asleep so when the wet dreams come - and of course they do - at least he won’t cum

ghost loves and hates it, the mounting need and the pain of denying it; he’s hyperaware of his cock and the pulse of his full balls in his pants, his boxers constantly wet with precum. he can’t take it sometimes, shoving his cargos under his ass to watch his half-hard cock perk up, like it has a mind of its own and thinks this time, this time it’ll get relief- just to reluctantly go down when all he does is watch it throb and drip

he waits until it’s angry and flaccid, still twitching wildly, and takes a picture of his precum-stained briefs to send to nik and price; both as proof that he hasn’t cum and bc he loves the way they look at him throughout the day, the heat in their eyes when they know they can’t take him then and there and the knowledge that he’s in for it once they get behind closed doors

it’s weeks of teasing on both their parts, ramping up the frantic need in their blood; ghost and his pictures no matter where he is, baring his cock to the world, even to rookies’ backs when he’s watching them run drills, not even bothering to hide the splatter of precum at his feet when they turn around

and nik and price are no better

price bodies him into closests and empty meeting rooms every chance he gets and shoves his hand down his pants to pinch his foreskin; rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and fucking it over his swollen red cockhead, feeling him stiffen in a matter of seconds and all ghost can do is take it, mouth slack as he gasps for breath

pulling his hand out in a slow, lingering caress, price smears his precum between his fingers, pearlescent strands glistening in the fluorescent lights. he noisily sucks it off before wrenching his mask up and kisses him hard enough to bruise; feeding him his own precum, fucking his tongue deep in his mouth like he wants to feed him something else

“keep that nice and wet for me, darling,” price croons, smug pride lacing his words, and he cries out as he gives a fond departing polish to his cockhead just to watch his knees go weak and leaves him like that; hard and wanting

ghost digs his head into the shelf behind him, his breaths quick and ragged. he licks the taste of spit and precum off his lips and tucks his cock up into his waistband; there’s no fucking way that’s going down anytime soon

nik is far less subtle and even less shameless. ghost’s lost count of the number of privates he’s sent scrambling around base to find him, all of them breathless and slightly frightened of the russian asset they’re not entirely sure actually has the authority to give them orders

it never stops him from using them to call him into the hanger bay under the guise of working on his black hawk and nik barely waits for them to leave before he’s bending him over the floor of the cabin, leaving his legs to hang out the door. he shucks his cargos down to tangle around his ankles and palms his balls, rolling and weighing them like he can feel the build up of cum filling them up; batting at them just to watch the heavy swing

ghost bites back a groan as he thumbs over his hole, a dry rub making him twitch and cant his hips back; hissing as it drags his cock over the cold metal floor

“don’t get too excited,” nik chides, and he almost whines when his thumb leaves his hole to dig into his taint, his cock jumping beneath him. “i just want to play with my toys.”

only his will keeps the anticipatory throb of his balls and the knot in his gut at bay

like he always has

ghost’s on a knife’s edge when the night finally comes

it starts the way most of their scenes go; with ghost naked and on his knees, hands clasped behind his back as he stares up at the majesty that is nik and price devouring each other. they fit together like art; fat-softened muscle and dark hair over scarred skin, slotting together with decades of touch guiding their hands and mouths

nik’s hand caresses up his thigh, digging in just the right way to make price growl, and hooks his leg over his hip; splaying his already soaked, hairy pussy wide

“let’s get started, shall we?” he purrs and ghost needs less to hear the order in the suggestion; rearing up on his knees to bury his nose in price’s plush arse and slurp the slick from his cunt, wrapping his lips around his cock with a moan that makes price’s hips jerk and slick drip down his chin

he sits beneath them as nik fucks him like that, tongue out and drooling down his throat, waiting to catch the slick and cum that spills from price’s gaping pussy as nik pounds him

at some point, he ends up riding nik, his hands braced behind him on his thighs as he tries to focus on the rhythm and not the wet sound of price’s fingers rubbing his cunt; watching nik’s cock fuck up into his wet hole and his balls throb at their joint moan when he empties inside him

he fucks and is fucked, eats out price’s cunt as hungrily as he eats nik’s arse, his tongue curling around both their cocks and makes them cum over and over while dutifully keeping his hands away from himself and does whatever they ask of him until even nik’s legendary stamina is spent

he pants heavily, rubbing the last drops of his cum into ghost’s lips and ghost is still hard; his cock practically bruise-purple, precum, nik’s cum and price’s slick soaking his pubes and dripping all over him but he was good

he held on and he did it by himself

“c’mere, love,” price beckons, legs splaying wide to show off his puffy, well-fucked cunt; nik’s cum spilling down his taint. “you ‘ave somethin’ i want.”

ghost crawls over him, his whole body trembling from withheld desire, and sinks his teeth into his lip as nik reaches under him to grasp his cock. he notches his cockhead against price’s hole, dragging it up and down his cunt, spreading cum and slick and making them both so wet it makes his stomach swoop

“make even more of a mess of him for us,” he orders and he lets out a full-throated moan as he sinks into the heat of price’s pussy; nik’s filthy laughter echoing in his ears as he immediately fucks wildly into him

“that’s it,” price growls, rocking with the force of his thrusts, and braces his hand on the headboard. “good fucking boy; come on, give it to me.”

he wants to. fuck, he wants to more than anything

ghost’s been holding on for so long, months of strict control and denial and now he’s allowed to cum again it’s like his body’s just- forgotton how? he’s trying so hard to be good and cum for them; sweat’s dripping down his face and he’s thrusting so deep and so hard and he’s so tense but he just can’t reach it

his fingers dig into the sheets, the material stretching and tearing under his grip. he’s so overstimulated it hurts; the push and pull of his foreskin over his cockhead with every thrust inside price an almost nauseating pain, skin too tight, his glans too sensitive, the smack of his balls on his taint gone from a familiar sting to an abrasive heat like touching fresh road rash. but he’s right there, it’s just out of reach; he has to cum, he has to, he has to, he has-

“hey, hey, come on, s’alright; you’re alright,” price hushes and ghost gasps in a strangled breath

he doesn’t know when he stopped breathing

he hooks his legs around his thighs, trapping them with his own to slow down his wild bucking. “settle down a little, darlin’.”

“ghost, breathe,” nik soothes as he gradually slows him into a soft, deep grind that’s gentle and good on them both; ghost’s cock cradled deep inside his wet warmth, so fucked out he barely tightens around him

ghost’s mouth falls out of its tense grimace, teeth finally parting as he tries to catch his breath

“see? that’s it; nice an’ slow.” price cups his nape, bringing him down to press his forehead to his. “talk to us, love.”

“it’s… i need to cum,” he grits out

nik splays over his back, gently pressing him down, and ghost’s arms collapse. he gathers them in his own, winding them under price’s shoulders in an embrace; his weight pressing him down into him, grounding, safe. “you can, little love; you’ve done beautifully for us. you can let go now.”

“i- i can’t, it’s… it’s too m-much-“ his voice breaks, frantically shaking his head. “fuck, it hurts, nik- price- i can’t, i can’t-”

“yes, you can,” he promises, petting his huge hands over his sides. “we have you; you have been good for us for so long, you’re allowed to let go.”

“we’ve got you, love,” price whispers

they keep whispering to him, bracing him between them, held in their loving arms. they help him move when his legs finally give out; price’s legs guiding his own, nik’s hands cupping his ass to push him into long, soft strokes, his thumbs brushing lightly over his inner cheeks. their voices in his ears, their touch so gentle and grounding and patient and the knot that’s been building in his gut for months winds tighter and tighter-

and ghost shatters apart

he slowly blinks his eyes open some unknowable time later, stinging with sweat and tears; his throat aching like he’s been screaming. he’s still clinging to price, panting for breath, his lower half completely numb

fingers run through his curls, brushing them back from his damp forehead. “with us, little love?” nik murmurs, soft just in case

he pushes out some kind of noise and price huffs a relieved laugh, his chest shaking beneath him, and presses a kiss to his cheek. “that was beautiful, darlin’. we knew you could do it.”

“you really filled him up,” nik adds in a gentle tease, pressing a matching kiss to the soft space behind his ear. “did us proud.”

ghost groans as it makes his aching cock jump inside price and he feels the hot rush of cum spill out around his cock; fully soft for the first time in months

“don’t mess with him,” price chides and brushes his thumb over his cheekbone, guiding him to hide in the crook of his neck. “he’s spoiled us; he deserves a break.”

“mm, he has,” he agrees and ghost moans into price’s throat as his hands dig into his back, massaging out the deep, lingering pain in his tense muscles. “no cages needed for our perfect, good boy.”

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I need to make it clear, I don’t ship time lords in a romantic sense, they are like bonded shelter cats to me