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[knightwar]

THE BAT wasn’t a big believer in fate. There was already too much in the universe out of their control to add one more thing to it. But it must be chance, purely off hand logistics, that lands him on the roof of MJ’s building with a scrape against his side and a bullet through his shoulder. 

If he’d landed in New Jersey, this would be easier. He knew every sewer line and every short cut that could lead him back to the manor and in Alfred’s tender loving care. But he’s stuck in Brooklyn and New York’s finest is already on their way with helicopters. 

Shit luck is what it is. 

Somehow, he maneuvers himself down the fire escape and through her window. Landing just on the floor beside her bed without even breaking a thing. A feat in itself he hoped she might appreciate before he’s pushing himself up to an opening door. His figure a dark silhouette against the window bathed in streetlights and the piercing glowing gaze from his lens the only outlier. 

     “ Do you have a first aid kit? “ 

@redhead-reporter .

[shannaroka]

hi sakura i drew this for u do u like it (:

hi sai it is the most precious gift i've ever gotten in my entire life. i'll put it on my bedside table next to the original team 7 photograph. i'll print this out and give it to copies to everyone i see. i will force naruto to see this image every single day for the rest of his life

[chloesimaginationthings]

You drew him as such a baby here... so cute!

Oswald is just a lil guy.. Pit Bonnie get sent to super hell for bullying him

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Dark worlds of the mirrors||

Reserved rp with @the-archetype-of-civilization

The world has changed but it was not always like that. Only due to the grand mirrors that is all over the city. People are either in hiding, some are being hunted down, or some being taken away into another world. However, it seems this world was just another mess. Right now, near a mirror, one was close holding a gun but he was seeing things before moving along.

[choccy-milky]

✨ pokémon AU! 🔴✨ clora is mainly fairy & psychic (bc shes sweet but also smart) whereas seb trends towards fire/dark (even tho i only ended up giving him 1 dark pokemon...shhh) i originally gave him a houndour, bc dark + guard dog was such a perfect combo for him, but arcanine ALSO suits him and is way cuter so i had to go with that 🥹 and i had to fit in a raven and a snake pokemon somewhere bc...cmon🥰 BAHAHA

TYSM to the anon who inspired this!! it was so much fun

[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where are my other fire ghouls??? Or like...any older ghouls??? I miss my old pack....

[youloveamonsterlikeme]

Why did you use to put your hair in pigtails? I never understood that, most people kept mistaking you for a girl and you just, didn't care.

- @travisfuckingphelps

"I couldn't care less what people think of me. Gender is whatever. I'll wear a dress too, if it makes people more confused."

"You'll understand when you're older, Travis. Highschool isn't forever."

{ outfit inspired by @redhairedfish ! }

[knightwar]

" Where are you going? " He asked softly, voice slightly hoarse and still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A small yawn and a stretch of his arms and he's quickly reaching for her wrist and her arm, trying to tug her back into bed with him.

@lass0s .

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Dark twins: rebirth||

@the-archetype-of-civilization

The sound of beeping was heard in a sealed off room, a lower light seen as well showing someone resting on a table like bed. They seem to have been put to sleep for a while now but someone else was watching over them during this time. Given the situation of being locked down here. For now, the other named Hanoka remains guarding but hopes the other wakes up soon.

[cinamun]

Are you dating? | Next

[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where my favorite bitches at? (With love)

[knightwar]

He can pinpoint when the skin breaks as it starts to hiss. He could feel where the blood pools a little against her grip and drips down his cheek. He can tell in the sizzle of resentment in her eyes where he’d unearth her own scars and buried it in salt. And while it turns her to fire, to rage, to purpose - Bruce only feels wonder in resignation. 

How much of this can she handle? How much of it can he? 

They were two beating hearts now misplaced in empty rib cages, clamoring for something he’s not even sure anymore either of them could give. But he ignores the pressing worry. He ignores that he knows this must be bad. That it shouldn’t feel this weightless to leave scars on each other’s body. The world is too big now - it’s no longer the small feral hell he had known in his twenty years of vigilante works. There are goddesses and aliens. There’s a war coming - 

But it doesn’t matter to Selina. 

She will leave if he doesn’t. She demands of him all he could give. And he is the prey in her crosshairs. Willing and giving. Wanting only to indulge in the taste he’d been savoring and thought would be lost to time. 

What is a moment to a lifetime after all?

How can he really lose her for a second time? 

Her back meets the wall with gruff force. His hands worked furiously on the buttons and the zippers, pouring kisses from her jaw down to her neck and across her chest. Teeth and lips on a plan to ruin. “ Yes. “ He answered first. “ She made me beg and brought me to heaven.” He growls, pulling back to try and get more of that suit off her. More of her for him. All or nothing. “I’ve fucked and I’ve eaten her cunt that tastes and feels like ambrosia, Selina, so many times it’s more her bed now than yours. The mattress and the sheets smell and taste like her. Is that what you want to hear?” He asked in turn, venom in his voice while his hands found her hips. His own grip aiming to bruise, to clip, to possess if it could as he ground his own burgeoning hardness against hers. Heat calling out to heat. 

The cat was away, and oh boy, the mouse did play. He answers her frank honesty with a taste of her own medicine. And her reaction is to HISS at him, face set in a snarl, teeth on full display. Her pointy nails dig deeper into his cheeks, not dragging down to leave the full effect of a claw mark, but bitting into his skin enough to begin drawing blood. To begin leaving another reminder of all the destruction they have caused each other.

She does wonder what tokens the Amazon has left behind on him, too, because there's no way the legend that follows her around is true. There's no way anyone can be that fucking good. It just doesn't exist in this world. Goodness, kindness, they're all like Hallmark holidays. Ploys to twist the narrative into something that's bullshit and made up. All they ever accomplish is making the pain hurt more when it comes. And, make no mistake, it always comes.

Her heart beats against her chest, and she worries for a second that it has grown claws, that it's gonna jump out and leave her dead on the rooftop, in the arms of a man who can't seem to keep his dick in check.

He was a terrible husband, and he makes for a worse ex-husband. Because he won't let her go. They're glued together. It hurts, yeah, but tearing it off would be so much harder.

Still hissing, still all feral cat, she rubs against his lower half, cursing his Kevlar for hiding the hardness she knows she's egging on. At his request, she thinks of their bed, that lonely place that became just another battleground for her to bleed out on. She hates him again!!! For reclaiming something for himself that he ruined!!!!

❛ Did you enjoy fucking her in our bed? Does she make you come as hard as I do? ❜ She's growling and hissing and literally spitting the words into his face.

❛ Tell me everything, Bruce. Tell me everything you did in our bed with her, or I swear to fucking God I'll leave tonight and you will never see me again. ❜ She wants him to hurt her harder. It's not an empty threat.

They both know how capable she is of leaving him.

[youloveamonsterlikeme]

what do you think about neil and todd being togheter?

"I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was a little jealous of their dynamic, but rooming with them feels really welcoming and chill. They're the two gay uncles of the household -- Gizmo is their fluffy nephew."

[orangetintedglasses]

"I was born on one of those ships-- that probably has something to do with it~." he says light-heartedly, dropping down beside him on the bench. He'll even sling one of his arms over the back of the bench, basically around Wolfwood's shoulders as he throws one leg over the other.

Seems the menace is back to feeling fairly comfortable around the other man. Maybe even more than before.

Vash'll take another bite of his snack, maybe chew a few times before talking through his mouthful, "got some things I need to do over there... might be nice to spend some time in the observatory with the plant-life. Wouldn't be there too long."

A sort of 'vacation'... and maybe some other things. He wouldn't call it business, but...

@forgivenpunishment (continued from x)

[knightwar]

Bruce reaches for the warmth of her beside him he fell asleep too. A spark of panic seizing the length of his spine before logic and sense joins coherency even through the haze of grogginess. Eyes peering through half open lids to trace the shape of her against the rising sun. Her silhouette forlorn even in the bright warm glow of the morning. 

He stirs slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and the weariness in his bones that had dragged along with age. Arms stretching on his way up and out of the bed to reach for his robe and not much else. Barely a cover against his frame and yet somehow just enough as he walked towards her. 

Sensing the gloom with each step closer, he touched her back tentatively. Watching her shoulders stir even before his hand make contacts with the skin of her spine. The tenderness of the view seemingly shattered by what he imagined was some heart ache he couldn’t see ─ a bruising he couldn’t fix ─ pain he just couldn’t take away. 

Even if he wanted to. 

“ Diana? “ He asked softly then, circling around to her side. Trying to get a good look at her and confirm his suspicions. “ What’s wrong? “

@lass0s .

[spiraltightens]

If Aza was honest, she already wasn't a fan of being in close proximity to strangers. So when the woman and her dog, both caked in mud and grime enter the elevator, she has to do her best to grit her teeth and act normal. She offers her most polite smile towards the other, and tries not to think of all the bacteria fresh dirt and mud can easily be teeming with. She's quickly jolted from her thoughts by the excitable dog, and while he seemed friendly enough, she still can't help but to retreat further back into her own little corner just a little bit in response.

Even still, she tries to keep her expression friendly and neutral. You're fine, she tells herself, taking a deep breath. Soon you'll reach your floor and you'll be fine. Then her thoughts continue to argue: as if it takes that long for something to spread in a small metal box.

She shakes her head, glancing up as the woman speaks, once again loosely snapped from her thoughts. But before she can even truly process the question or respond -- the elevator is creaking and faltering. When it completely comes to a halt, Aza feels the anxiety further building in her chest.

Eyes widen, "you've got to be joking," she mutters. She looks over at the stranger, almost sure her expression is now too panicked to be neutral. "I can handle dogs," she says. "Mostly." She breathes in and out softly, "you don't think it'll take for long for them to fix this...right?"

starter for @spiraltightens

Lira trudged toward the elevator with the enthusiasm of someone visiting a dentist—or, in this case, a dealer on the seventh floor of a building that smelled faintly of cabbage and regret. Her fingers clutched the baggie in her pocket like it might make a break for it, and as the elevator groaned open, she muttered, “Get in, Pontus,” to her mud-splattered dog. Inside stood a girl. Nice, normal, clean. Too clean. Like she was just peeled out of her packaging. Lira threw her a quick smile before stepping in and catching her reflection in the scratched elevator walls: stained jacket, muddy boots, and a faint dog-scented aura. Perfect. She scooted to the far corner while Pontus, ever the diplomat, wagged his way toward the girl, tail thumping against the wall. "Pontus, leave her...'scuse me..." the drifter kept murmuring, giving the other another annoyed smile. Her mind wandered inside her pocket, longing for a place to finally smoke her joint for the day. She sighed. Try to be nice! "So, are you afraid of dogs-?" but just as she spoke her last word, a jolt shook the elevator and the lights flickered. Thinking quick, Lira crouched down, grabbing Pontus. The movement kept going fow a few seconds. Then, silence. No movement. Not of the elevator nor its doors. "Fuck..." she stated, making it sound like a fact. "...now I really hope you're not afraid of dogs..."