#( maybe )

[mbr2]

Colin: why did you write about me in LW? that I don’t know myself?

Penelope: maybe because you came back acting like a fake ass bitch? I’d do it again!

[mokulule]

While I fail to focus after my night shift have a peek at another of my brain worms

Untitled, I am still waiting for that moment of divine inspiration. Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason)  Fandom: DP x DC 

The only sounds in the Batcave were the bats chittering amongst themselves high above. Bruce rubbed his chin absently as he took in the information displayed on the large screens with narrowed eyes. Something wasn’t adding up. Somebody was lying.

No matter how many times he looked over the information, that was his conclusion. It nagged at him that he didn’t know what, if any, information he could use. He hated being so in the dark. 

A silent notification in the corner of his screen alerted him to a call from the Watchtower. He took it and Superman’s face appeared in a smaller rectangle on the center of the screen. Bruce kept outwardly placid but from behind the cowl nobody would see the way his gaze instantly zeroed in on the massive black eye Superman had acquired, and the general strain around his unhurt eye and mouth. He was worn out. 

“Phantom has been apprehended,” Superman said with a long sigh. It had clearly not been an easy fight. 

“I’ll be there,” Batman said and ended the call. Maybe they’d finally get some real answers. 

He stood and walked towards the zeta tube. Another call came in, this time on the comm in his cowl. 

“Hood,” he greeted.

“Hey, old man. I’m at the location. You were right it’s absolutely crawling with the white suits and their weaponry is not like anything I’ve seen before.”

Bruce felt like a hand squeezed his heart. Hood out of anyone knew his weapons, if he didn’t know them they weren’t on the market. He absolutely hated asking any of his kids to walk into an unknown situation. Unfortunately he didn’t have any other options. 

“Be careful, Hood.”

“Aww, is that worry I detect?”

“Just don’t take unnecessary risks,” Bruce cautioned.

“You wouldn’t have asked me if you didn’t think it was necessary, old man. Don’t worry, I’ll get you your intel.”

Bruce grunted. Jason was right. He wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t think it was important. Didn’t mean he had to like it, nor the fact that Red Hood’s criminal reputation made him perfect for breaking into a government building; even if Hood was seen the Justice League kept plausible deniability. 

Everyone knew Red Hood was a wild card. 

“Check in regularly with Oracle.”

He could practically feel the way Jason rolled his eyes at him.

“Not my first rodeo, B.”

With that the connection cut off. Bruce couldn’t help the bad feeling he had about everything. 

He really hated this stage of an investigation. 

Two months ago the US government contacted the Justice League about a problem. Several bases of a government agency named the GIW had been hit by a malicious creature they called Phantom. The attacks had been gaining in severity and frequency and their measures had so far failed to stop it. 

Since then, a member of the Justice League had arrived too late to five such attacks. They’d stood no chance against Phantom, who’d then disappeared, living up to the name.

To their eyes Phantom was outwardly a humanoid, possibly a meta or alien. The GIW called him a ghost from a different dimension.

They had been at a loss of how exactly to contain such a powerful foe, who not only could go toe to toe with their heavy hitters like Superman, but also disappear by means unknown. This time they’d been prepared. They’d had various team configurations ready to go depending on who was available. 

Something that seemed to have paid off, but Bruce did not like that Clark was injured. Because if Clark was injured…

A zeta tube ride later and he met Superman on the Watchtower. Something that hadn’t been apparent on the call was the sling Superman’s left arm was in. Another visible injury added to the swollen eye. 

“Is everyone alright?” He had to ask.

“Nobody’s permanently hurt.” Clark hurried to assure as they started walking towards the interrogation room, but there was a but. Bruce kept his stare steady until Clark tiredly elaborated: “But nobody got out the fight unscathed. John won’t be walking for a while. J’onn is suffering from psychic backlash. Diana has some broken ribs and scrapes and you can see my own wounds. Everyone is tired, it was a long fight.”

Batman’s lips thinned. At least there had been no casualties. 

Almost as if reading his mind. Superman added quietly. 

“We got there while the base was still standing. Phantom made eye contact with me for a moment, before he unleashed this… sonic attack…” His face turned pained, as he looked for words that came halting. “It was a scream, I can’t describe it, it felt- it felt like I was dying. None of us could get close.”

Superman looked away.

“When it was over the base was gone, eradicated, like the others. There was just a large crater. Who knows how many people were still in there.”

Bruce set a hand on his friend’s shoulder. It was never easy to deal with casualties. 

“The one good thing about it was that the scream seemed to drain quite a bit of energy from him.” Clark barked a laugh, short and hysterical. Bruce knew Clark would have rather faced Phantom at full power if it meant more people had lived. 

“And still it was all we could do to subdue him. We barely won.”

They barely won. Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter, and they barely won. The knowledge sat like a heavy ball in Bruce’s chest. 

Now, maybe they could get intel that wasn’t most reluctantly handed over by a government agency, that didn’t even want to reveal what their alphabet soup name was an abbreviation of. “We had to turn off the ‘Ghost Shield’ to get Phantom inside the base, so we at least know it works, even if for some reason it doesn’t protect the GIW bases,” Superman remarked.  

Bruce hnn’ed to show he’d heard. It was one more discrepancy among many.

Batman entered the observation room with Superman at his back. Wonder Woman was there and he quickly took in her unusually disheveled appearance, she looked tired and uncomfortable, shaken (but whole, safe). He nodded in greeting and she gave him a tight smile in return. He turned to the observation window and felt his breath stick in his throat.

Phantom was- 

The glitchy footage they’d managed to get on earlier encounters couldn’t have prepared him. Bruce felt his jaw clench. Phantom looked young. There was still a hint of baby fat stubbornly clinging to his cheeks. He was short and wiry like Tim but maybe a bit younger than Jason, technically an adult, but to Bruce he still looked painfully young. The overall glowing and the slowly seeping green wound at his hairline didn’t take away just how human he looked. 

Bruce looked at Phantom and saw a kid. Worse, supposedly a dead kid, a ghost, if the most basic of their intel was to be believed, which even that he wasn’t entirely sure of.

A weight was heavy on his shoulders. He had to remind himself that he had found evidence of Phantom throughout history and if a ghost was truly what he was, he was most likely a very old, very powerful spirit, for whom age didn’t matter. It would be a mistake to trust the youthful appearance. 

He was chained to the chair both by wide cuffs at his wrists and ankles so he could only move very little. The cuffs were the best they had when it came to meta power suppression cuffs with some added ghost specific sigils courtesy of Zatanna’s research. She would have liked Constantine to look them over too as that sort of thing was more his area of expertise, but he’d been off on one of his extra-dimensional missions since long before this started and they hadn’t been able to contact him. 

The cuffs kept Phantom here in any case and he didn’t look happy about it. His lips were a flat line and the thick black brows were drawn together over narrowed green eyes. His head was held high (stubbornness? Pride?), chin tilted in a way that showed off a bright green-purple line around his throat, which had it been red and on a human would have looked like rope burn-

Bruce looked to Diana and he suddenly understood part of her discomfort.

“He was about to use another sonic attack, I didn’t see any other way.” Her words were quiet, regretful, but she faced his gaze head on. Bruce nodded. She never would have used the lasso like that under normal circumstances. It was incredibly worrying how much it had taken to subdue him. 

For a moment the three of them just stood there in silence, watching Phantom watch the door.

It was finally time for answers. 

Bruce didn’t make any outward sign that he was about to move, but of course Clark caught on even before he’d moved, stepping aside letting Bruce take point. They went into the interrogation room, Diana staying back to observe and be ready with security measures, they didn’t know for sure would even work.

They entered the room and immediately sharp green eyes locked onto him. There was a quick glance towards Superman, but the eyes quickly focused back on Batman. There was a calculating sort of intelligence behind those eyes. 

That was one question immediately answered, but it was one he could have inferred. It was very hard to believe the claim that this “ghost” was non-sentient, when he specifically targeted the bases of a specific government agency and nothing else. Though of course they could have had something that attracted the ghost, but nobody could look at Phantom and think non sentient. 

Now the question was, why?

Bruce sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of the table from Phantom. Clark had a moment’s pause before he joined them. Bruce pulled out a tablet from underneath his cape and laid it carefully out on the table, turning it on. At this point most people in the room with the Batman would have started getting nervous, but evidently not Phantom. He was still just passively defiant, not to mention he hadn’t yet said a word.

“Phantom, is that your preferred manner of address?” Bruce decided to start out neutral. 

There was a glitter of amusement in green eyes and the barest uptick of his lips, but he remained silent. Bruce could do silence. 

The silence stretched between them until Clark broke it.

“Why do you destroy those bases?”

Phantom glanced to Clark and his earnest question, then back to Bruce, barely raising an eyebrow, like as if to say “really, this the best you can do?” Bruce resisted the urge to sigh. Clark was usually a better foil for him at interrogations, but then most people didn’t choose total silence.

Bruce decided to be frank with him.

“We are trying to understand your motivation. That’s all.” He studied Phantom’s face which had settled into a stony glare. “But first I’d just like to know if it’s alright to call you Phantom and what your pronouns are? We have been using he/him based on your appearance but you might have another preference?”

The glare softened a bit and for a moment Bruce actually thought he’d lured a response out of him, but Phantom just looked away. Incidentally drawing attention to the line at his throat. A sudden thought occurred to him.

“Are you so hurt, that you’re unable to speak?”

Phantom slowly looked back at him. He seemed to actually be contemplating giving some sort of answer.

That’s when his comm clicked on barely audible.

“The GIW has been in contact,” Diana informed him quietly over the comms. Phantom stiffened across from him, his gaze narrowing like a cat - so they could add enhanced hearing to his powers. “They are requesting we hand over Phantom.”

Bruce looked straight at Phantom as he spoke, “They have no jurisdiction in space. I presume you declined?”

“Of course.”

Phantom’s face turned unreadable for a moment. His gaze went from him, to Superman and the opaque glass that hid the observation room. Finally he huffed. 

“Phantom, he/him is fine.” His voice had an echoey quality to it. 

It seemed they were finally going somewhere. 

-

They were not going somewhere. 

Even hours later Phantom kept up his silence. They’d held several breaks. Phantom had been offered food and water but had declined nonverbally. 

They were going in circles, trying the same questions again and again. Prolonged silence didn’t help any either. 

If only J’onn was an option, but he was already suffering from psychic backlash from trying to go into Phantom’s mind during the fight. 

So far the only things Bruce could add to the certain facts were that Phantom was sentient, intelligent and didn’t like the GIW to the point that he would commit mass murder to take them down. 

And Bruce would just really like to know why? Because with the kinds of powers he’d shown off he could have easily killed the members of the Justice League sent to apprehend him. He seemed to have no qualms about killing, yet he’d stayed his hands?

Bruce had hoped that meant Phantom considered them at least somewhat neutral in this conflict. But apparently not neutral enough to talk to. 

Clark had tried and Diana had tried. Nothing helped. 

Bruce was considering his options, when the door opened. 

“B, I need to speak with you.” That was Tim, he looked pale. Something had happened. Bruce got up, Clark following. Bruce decidedly ignored the sudden curiosity from Phantom. They closed the door and walked down the hall. When Bruce felt they were far enough from Phantom he stopped.

“Red Robin, report.”

“We’ve lost contact with Hood.”

Bruce’s heart dropped cold into his stomach. No. It couldn’t be. 

“When?”

“Two hours ago is when he last checked in. He’s since missed several check-ins.” Tim’s hands tightened into fists at his sides. “Could be he’s just not in a position to respond, or they have scramblers in the base.”

It was likely, in fact very likely that was the case with how secretive the GIW were being, but two hours were a long time to miss check-ins. Clark’s hand landed on his shoulder which he only now realized how tense was, but no, now was not the time to relax or calm down. He shrugged Clark’s hand off and stalked back down the hall.

The GIW were mum about any details. There was only one person who could tell them what Jason was facing in that building.

He burst into the interrogation room and slammed his hands on the table. That got Phantom’s attention his eyes widening before narrowing and his lips splitting in a snarl that showed off fangs, but Bruce sneered right back.

“We lost contact with an agent sent to infiltrate a GIW-base, you will tell me what you know about them, or so help me I will make you wish you stayed in that dimension you came from.”

“Batman, please, maybe you should step out-“ Clark began good hand hovering shy of Bruce, but he was interrupted by the bark of laughter coming from Phantom.

And then he laughed and laughed and laughed. 

Bruce punched him. Clark pulled him back. 

Phantom slowly turned his head back to look at them, working his jaw. 

“There we have it after all. Your true colors: attacking a chained up captive.” He wiggled his fingers drawing attention to the wide thick cuffs dwarfing his wrists. His eyes held only cold judgment. “But don’t worry, Batman, your agent has nothing to fear from the GIW unless they are dead.”

Bruce couldn’t help the flinch and he felt Clark do the same. Something in the very air stilled then, making it hard to breathe. 

“You,” Phantom began standing up, right out of the restraints as if they weren’t there, “are going to explain to me what that reaction means…“ He carefully put his hands down on the table and leaned forward in a way that made it very apparent he was holding himself back. He glared holes into Bruce’s skull with blazing green eyes. “Unless you want your agent back in pieces.”

-

Psssst. this is actually the beginning of the fic where this is from (CW: relatively graphic aftermath of vivisection)

So basically Phantom is public enemy number one, or at least top of the US government and GIW's shit list XD Huh, "Wanted: Dead or Alive", might actually be a pretty fun title, what do you guys think?

[ankoluvly]

Slytherin Boys P()rn links

Featuring; Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Tom Riddle

THESE LINKS LEAD TO TWITTER P()RN!

୨୧ 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎

Draco finding Slytherin!readers toy and using it on her <3

Dracos a rough asshole sometimes but it’s ok since you love it ^^

tbh Draco and Tom vibes

Draco teasing you slowly before bed

Draco vibes

he’ll use you whenever he feels like it, he doesn’t care about what you’re doing <333

Draco loves facials 🤍

Dracos favourite past time

Sure he may hate muggles but he loves fucking you in muggle uniforms

୨୧ 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒵𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒾

Quick fuck with Blaise in an empty compartment after a long summer 🤭 (he’s white but it gives Blaise vibes pls bare with me </3)

Deer!reader and Blaise vibes (^)

Blaise 100% has an oral fixation so when you give him head you try being as loud as possible <3

you guys always wake eachother up whenever your horny <3

Videos you send Modern!Blaise whenever he’s too busy but u don’t want to wait, bc why should you? your a princess 😇😇

trying to get Blaise to loss his control is a difficult task

୨୧ 𝐿𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝓇𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑒

Something Lorenzo would do when he’s drunk

Dom!reader punishing Lorenzo after he continuously flirted with the same girls <3

punishing Toxic ! Lorenzo after a bad argument

Lorenzo vibes

Drunk!Lorenzo got Drunk!Draco to record him fucking you in the bars washroom, little does Draco know enzo will use it later to blackmail you if you try leaving him 💝 (Lil blurb/story to go with)

Lorenzos will thigh fuck you for like 5 minutes until finally fucking your lil cunt :)

Lorenzo with a breeding kink is my roman empire <3

Lorenzos a kinky freak, what can i say 🤷🏻‍♀️

୨୧ 𝒯𝑜𝓂 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

Being good and staying silent as Tom punishes you for being an annoying brat 🖤

again, Draco and Tom vibes

sleepy Tom letting you take control

Tom can and will eat that pussy up 🤭🤭

Tom would be so nonchalant while he casually fingers you

fuck punishment, Tom’ll spank you whenever he feels like it

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[luna4art]

So I knowwwwwwww I said I was going to post whatever won the polllll… BUT I finished this before hand unexpectedly.. so WHILE the Pomni expression sheet waits. I’ll leave this here

Original Concept by @gen-toon and @snowthedemonfox

Go follow them!! ⬆️

[leox-un]

thinking about spirit infected by madness,,, i feel like he would just have scythes coming out all over him, some even coming back to hurt him but it seemingly not affecting him,,,

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

At 25:00 in Akasaka Episode 9

[colorpuzzled]

magma stuff! im real proud of these i havent rendered/done lineless stuff in a bit :-)

[marrekeye]

Poor Soap’s got a lot of work cut out for him. Ghost is a mood tho HAHAHA

Go below the cut for my thoughts! ^^

Haha hey I’m back from the pit. I bring Ghoap crumbs for today’s meal.

Anyways, this comic absolutely kicked my ASS. Twelve and a half hours on the dot, holy crap. 😭

Definitely not doing a full color comic for a while, I think that might actually kill me lmaooo. I have to admit tho, doing comics is pretty fun so I think I’m gonna keep doing it. Just B&W with maybe the occasional colored panel, when I’m feeling silly. I’ve got like two more ideas before I gotta brainstorm. I’m not great with serious comics so most are probably gonna be silly lol.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!!! I spent wayyy too much long on this so, even tho it’s kinda selfish, I do hope this gets a decent amount of interaction. It rlly doesn’t look like it but I put a lot into this. But either way, thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy. ^^

[totallynuwonhere]

Wouldn’t have pegged him to be a carnival guy but this prolly the cutest one so far

Hats off to you Ports

[wulanvansunshine]

Reading Six of Crows for the first time goes like this (in my experience)

First chapter - I don’t know what’s going on, maybe Kaz’s pov will explain it

Kaz’s pov - okay I know Inej is pretty but what’s the plan here

Half-way through - I don’t know what’s happening but I like Wylan, I wonder when we’ll get his pov

The tank scene - this is so fun! wait Nina don’t take drugs

The end - well what the fuck just happened

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Mercelot fake dating/friends to lovers AU but they’re never actually fake dating it just has that effect when everyone automatically accepts it and doesn’t think to ask because Merlin and Lancelot have always been a pair when they’re together.

Arthur gets a little jealous of Merlin’s time but they still hang out like before so he’s fine once he realises a relationship doesn’t mean he’s loosing his best friend. Gwen is slightly confused because she always assumed Merlin had a crush on Arthur but he’s absolutely smitten with Lance and now she looks back, they really were always good friends and Merlin set her and Arthur up so that couldn’t be right. She tries talking to him about it, he bursts out laughing when she mentions a crush on Arthur and tells her he just loves them both and wants them to be happy together because they’re both his friends. Then she tells him she’s glad he’s happy too, looking at Lancelot but Merlin completely misses it.

Merlin and Lancelot went to a feast together once, not necessarily as a couple but just to go together because they’re friends and they love each other. Everyone assumes they’re dating, and they act like a couple, and eventually when they’re sat reading magic books in Gaius’ chambers together, Lancelot looks up and casually asks “Would you be upset if I fell in love with you?”

Merlin shakes his head then frowns and looks up, staring at Lancelot for a few seconds until his eyes blow wide and he realises. Then he smiles awkwardly and asks “would you be mad if I just realised I’m already in love with you and probably have been for a while without really thinking about it because I’ve never needed to question my relationship with you?”

And Lance is just like “oh good, I didn’t realise or think about it either until one of the druids asked how long we’ve been married.”

Then they start dating for real, nervously announcing it to a very confused round table where everyone’s just like “We know. You weren’t already? Alright. Congrats, good for you.”

Nothing changes, and they get teased relentlessly for not realising they’re been practically married for years without realising it.

[cosbytales]

I think sampo regularly rickrolls gepard but jarilo six doesn't have very strong internet/none at all, so he doesn't get the cultural significance and therefore doesn't get the joke. He thinks sampos just sharing a song he likes

[regonereth]

thought about post-canon Falin visiting a recovering Thistle and insisting on bringing them little treats to share together because their dragon's presence is the only thing that drives them to want to eat.

[fruggle]

favourite dumbass

ecto kinda?

[moon-buggg]

Hm..... I think... I'm going to spend my weekend trying to make dca designs in ponytown. Wish me luck

[sir-meows-a-lot]

lazy drawing for pride month. Bye