#*CACKLING*

[kalicofox]

Tim Summons the Ghost King

Tim sighed, looking down at the sigils and circles chalked onto the floor in one of the unused bedrooms. Alfred was going to kill them, but if it made Dick believe him, then it'd be worth it.

"Tim, this isn't necess—" "Yes it is." Tim interrupted, glancing up from the book he was referencing to glare at Dick.

The man looked tired, and drawn. Grief had carved lines into his face that weren't there before.

"Dick. If you won't believe me, then maybe you'll believe this."

And he started to read, the unfamiliar words tripping heavily off of his tongue.

At first, nothing happened, and Dick opened his mouth to say something, only for Tim to glare him into silence.

Any hint of wanting to speak vanished when the sigils lit up, one by one, in a bright, eerie green.

Ice-blue fire flared up around the circle itself, and Tim finished the chant with the being's Name. This was it. His last hope.

If the Ghost King couldn't tell him that Bruce wasn't dead, then…

He shook the thought away, glaring stubbornly past flames and into the circle where a dark form was slowly fading into sight.

Black hair. He noticed that first, followed by blue eyes, and he couldn't help his knee jerk snort of amusement. Adoption bait.

But… this ritual was supposed to summon the ghost king. This was some random kid. What the hell'd he done wrong?!

But… maybe it was some kind of trick…? Maybe ghosts were like fae, and it was a trick to get him to let it out of the circle…

Tim's eyes narrowed, and he took one half step forward, staying carefully clear of the lines.

"What the hell?" The kid muttered, looking around a little wildly at the circle and the sigils. "What is this, some kinda seance type thing? I thought Sam said those were bullshit…?"

"Ghost King." Tim said, and bright blue eyes snapped to his, and the kid paled sharply.

"Ah hah hah hah… I don't know what you're talking about?" The reply was weak, and Tim scoffed internally.

"Ghost King, I have summoned you for a question. In return, I will owe you a favor that will not involve the deaths of anyone currently living."

The kid blinked. "Um… cool? I don't know what you're talking about, but I can try to answer a question, I guess…"

Tim nodded sharply as the flames flared a little higher. "Is Bruce Wayne dead?"

The kid's eyes flashed green, and the word seemed to slip out of his mouth before he could think. "No."

Tim's eyes flicked over to Dick, triumph on his face.

Dick was staring, pale faced and wide-eyed at the kid, then at Tim.

"How in the hell did I know that?" the kid muttered to himself, looking confused. "Who the hell is Bruce Wayne?"

"He could be lying." Dick croaked, and the kid's head snapped up, and he scowled.

"I'm not lying! I don't know who the hell you're talking about, but whoever it is, he's not dead! Go on, ask me someone else, someone you know is dead for sure!"

"Fine." Dick snapped. "Is Elvis dead?"

"No."

[kissitbttr]

being toji's pregnant wife and both of you are expecting. deciding to go to the doctors to get an ultrasound check to see how your baby doing, but surprise surprise!!

you guys are having TRIPLETS!!

"what the fuck do you mean we're having three babies?!" you exclaim, eyes widening at the three growing human on the monitor

"oh. i take it you didn't plan this?" the doctor's smile falters mirroring your expression,

you look at him like he's crazy, "are you joking?! who the hell plans three babies?!"

toji on the other hand, is ecstatic. scarred lips forming into a wide grin, his green eyes glinting with excitement as his hand holds onto yours.

"oh my god, baby, do you know what this means?!" he asks you, smile not leaving his face. "this means i got a magic dick!"

[lectorel]

Set of characters:

Allegedly brainwashed 'assassin' who keeps coming up with increasingly absurd interpretations of their orders to avoid killing people.

Exasperated handler who is begging their boss to just use the word kill instead of euphemisms.

Boss who is curious how far the assassin can stretch this bit, actually.

[forsooth-verily]

Witch of the Waylaid Child

Witch of the Wayward Hope

Witch of the Welling Strength

Witch of the WALLOPING ASS

[martianbugsbunny]

Man David Tennant really does have bad luck with bleached blonds and archangels huh

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Wait wait wait realization

Yall legit a decade after Donald in I estimate to be 2038....we will have access to José Carioca and Panchito Pistoles

You guys in our lifetime we could create public domain poly Donald, Jose and Panchito

And The Castle couldn't do a THING about it

[haleswallows]

Between A Rock & a Dragon's Egg: Chapter 8 Teaser

👏 ANGST 👏 ANGST 👏 ANGST 👏 ANGST 👏 ANGST 👏

“Peace time is usually good for economic growth,” Dick stated, benignly. “Though, I imagine the Infinite Lands have a bit of a head start on that.”

“Ah.” Phantom's tone was flat. There was an unnatural stillness about him that Shadow responded bodily too, like a dog raising its hackles. Tim couldn't tell if Phantom was even breathing. Vaguely, he was aware of Dick and Bruce across the table - they'd be too far away if Phantom struck suddenly.

“I forget that the conditions in Infinite Lands have been largely unknown even before the attacks on Justria.” If there was any air left in the room, it left entirely. Phantom's voice was lifeless. Shadow hunched his shoulders.

“We have had a long road of recovery, and even further to go. Before Pariah Dark marched on Justria, he made sure his seat of power was secure first. And bolstered his army's numbers with the lives of my people.”

What?

Horror. That was the only word Tim had to describe what he was feeling.

Pariah Dark’s army had been –.

“An undead army needs corpses, after all. The dragons fell first. He killed an ancient. Undergrowth. We felt it all the way in the borderlands, into Centralia. Once he had the dragons enthralled, he made an army. The dragons, under the spelled control of Dark’s will, destroyed their own homeland.”

Phantom's eyes focused. Released from the moment, Shadow stood suddenly. He was gone from the room before his chair hit the ground, Tim flinched at the noise.

Dick opened his mouth to speak, but Phantom waved him off and stood. “My apologies.” Bruce stared as he bowed, shocked by the show of deference from the High Chief. “Now isn't the time for the topic. I'll excuse myself.”

Stunned, they watched Phantom turn on his heel. It was only the heavy sound of the door closing that broke Tim from his shock.

“Tim!” Dick shouted as he jumped to his feet and took off after Phantom. But Tim ignored him. He dodged a servant in the hallway. He had no clue which direction Phantom went. But if he had to guess…. Their suite or the courtyard. Both were in the same direction.

“Your Majesty!” he called, catching sight of his husband. The man didn't pause and Tim gave chase.

“Your Highness.” Phantom's voice was still blank, though finally there was a scrap of emotion - a hint of a wrinkle in his brow as Tim caught up to him. Still, he continued on his path.

Tim smothered his pants, matching his strides to Phantom’s. “I'm sorry, we caused offense and –.”

“You couldn't have known.” Phantom harshly cut him off. Then gentler, “You didn't know. It has been our grief. And now it is my burden as High Chief to right those wrongs. Excuse me.”

So that was it. That's the motivation Phantom for initiating the peace talks, why he has been so unbending. Tim… admired it, shocked at the truth of the thought. In turn, it also meant Phantom’s loyalties and priorities would always lay in his people.

There was nothing he could think to say as Phantom turned away, leaving Tim entirely alone in the hallway.

[desired-misery]

Me grabbing myself by the cheeks and pressing our foreheads together: bitch, if you wrote your damn fics, the sooner you can get to showing all the juicy fucked up relationship dynamics you have planned for your resident evil series

[msbarrows]

Flying around in the "Beachhead" expedition in No Man's Sky earlier today, I spotted this name that someone had given a planetary settlement they'd claimed. Yes, I laughed out loud.

I see you, fellow Tumblr denizen!!!

(Well, probably Tumblr user.)

[dramamelon]

Driving to work today, I saw one in the wild for the first time.

A fucking cybertruck.

It turned a few vehicles ahead of me into the parking lot of the local French restaurant.

My response? "Are you fucking kidding me? 🤣🤣🤣"

It looked like one of those cheap ass futuristic transport vehicles from a low budget late 70s-early 80s scifi TV show. Photos actually make the thing look better. It is utterly mediocre (or worse) in person.

[kingdomofbellows]

Continued from x

@cdwalker

Willow clutches her chest for a moment, her breathing turning somewhat wheezy as she reaches for her inhaler. She coughs as she shakes it before taking a deep hit.

“I..did run. Irene had said..that no nut…would cause Blue Balls.” She gasps and moves now to take Charlie’s hand. “And it’s called that because they blow up. The testicles rupture and then she said that was what happened to my brother Dustine and why he’ll never find a girlfriend and I..I was so worried that I came to ask you about it then I heard your mention and…you can’t Charlie! You just can’t! I forbid it!”

[forsooth-verily]

I'm the witch of um ... getting these kids home!

[bending-sickle]

Duke - What's a skeletons favorite snack?

ETA: wait shit this is the original account

[the-sky-queen]

You guys. The sheer CHARACTER ARC Surge is gonna go through in the mind control au. >:)

[top-shelf-tender]

{{How fucked up would it be for Alastor to wish Husk a Happy Independence Day? LOL}}

[simonthesprunki]

yall hear me out.

im a ✨THERIAN✨

I love therians svm <333