#Biting my brain

[the-ipre]

ughhhhhhh ive gotta turn in my essay but the brain evils have returned to convince me its the worst thing ever written

[haunted-xander]

chomps you affectionately

[eastgaysian]

[rin-may-1103]

Just a Bite.

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Danny stared out at the busy street from behind his dumpster.

or well, not his dumpster, but it might as well be his considering how many nights he's spent sitting behind it like some rabid raccoon.

Two months ago, he would have been sleeping in his own bed. His glow-in-the-dark stars vaguely lighting up his room in soft luminescent colors. The sound of Jazz snoring in her sleep just a room over, his parents still milling around in the basement.

he would have just finished fighting the box ghost and collapsed onto his bed, the sound of his home lulling him to sleep.

Oh, how things can change in a blink of an eye.

No, instead of sleeping on his bed with his cartoon ghost sheets and NASA poster covered room, he's out here in some random dirty city, sleeping behind dumpsters.

dirty, grimy, rusty dumpsters.

"did you hear?" some lady dressed in a light blue summer dress asked, turning to look at her friend as they started to walk past. "Mr. Wayne donated another lump sum to that charity." she huffed, shaking her head like she had just said the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard.

her friend stopped in the middle of the alley opening, her graying hair splaying in an ark as she twisted to face the other women. "my word! again? what the hell is that man thinking?"

the woman huffed, then smirked in amusement. "it's like he's shouting for the world to hear how desperate he is for attention. he thinks if he donates enough money to those scoudrails they'll love him or something. With how he's acting lately, it's like he wants all the street rats to barge into his home asking for money, food, and clothes."

her friend clicked her tongue in disgust, "I'd believe it. he has so many kids now, it's like he's running an orphanage. someone, anyone really, with black hair and some tragic story could walk right in and not even be noticed. they'd blend right in with the others."

"I heard it's genetic, his father was the same way before he met Martha. Bruce's blood son, Damian I believe, acts just like his father. the boy's been spotted taking stray cats and dogs inside. It wouldn't surprise me if the paper posted about him convincing his father for another sibling at some point."

the women then turned and started to walk away, their conversation slowly bleeding into the surrounding city ruckus.

Danny leaned back, resting his head against the crumbling brick behind him.

walk right in and not be noticed? wouldn't that be grand. He had heard of Mr. wayne and his gaggle of black-haired children. What were their names again? he could have sworn Sam told him before, in one of her rants about rich society.

Richard Grayson was the first, Danny remembered because Tucker had been making none stop dick jokes for a few hours. Danny didn't understand why the man would willingly go by Dick, but then again, who was he to question someone's name when he fights ghosts like Skulker and Technis on a daily basis?

Next was... Jason? Sam had mentioned there was a whole conspiracy theory of how his death was a cover-up. how all the unsolved crime community swore it was Bruce who killed the kid, that or the kid had some terminal illness that Bruce didn't want the media to know about.

thennnnnn-

Danny glanced around, trying to dig through his memories of Sam's rant. Dick: the orphaned circus act taken in the night his parents died. he's romanie? maybe, Danny wasn't too sure on that one. Jason: taken off the streets, one of his parents was out of the picture and the other one died of a drug overdose.

and then there was..... Tim! Right, Tim, the one who was Mr. Wayne's neighbor before his mother died and his dad went into a coma, then died later on. right, right. he was the known tech genius, the one who took over the company while Mr. Wayne stepped back for a while.

there were others? like, four others? Damian, the lady said he was the blood son sooo, that would imply he was the only bio kid.

who else was there? hmmmm.

well, either way, Danny's tired brain agreed with the women. someone, anyone, who looked vaguely like the other kids could walk right into the house and no one would notice.

it was a bad idea. a terrible one really. but. Danny was hungry.

he's been sleeping behind dumpsters for a few weeks now, he hadn't had anything good to eat in forever, and he was tired. (not as exhausted as he was back home, but still tired. who would have guessed he'd sleep more while homeless?)

he wasn't going to steal from people, his core wouldn't allow him to. and well, he's pretty sure Dan would have stolen already, so there was no way Danny was going to. not unless his life was at risk, and well? it wasn't right now, so no stealing.

but this? walking right into a house and blatantly taking food? right in front of them?

it wouldn't be stealing if he just flat-out didn't try to hide it. they'd be able to stop him and send him away. heck, he doubted he'd even make it past the front gate before they turned him away.

...

was he really going to do this?

...

yes, yes he was.

standing up, Danny started making his way out of the alleyway and over to the tall building with Wayne's name on it. It was a good place to start, maybe he could even find one of the kids and walk with them. or, even better, he could find Mr. Wayne and walk with him. he liked that better than following some kid around.

suddenly, a car honked right next to him, the window rolling down to reveal a tired and disheveled man behind the wheel. glancing up, Danny made eye contact with the taxi driver.

the man yawned and gestured for him to get in, already speaking before Danny could decline. "Mr. Wayne! Your father," yawn, "Father already paid for me to take you home. just hop in."

Danny blinked then glanced around, looking to see if the Wayne the man was talking about was around. nope. turning back, Danny spotted a green sticky note on the back seat.

well, alright then. guess he was getting into the taxi and doing this after all. Clockwork obviously approved if he messed with the timing of things.

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[homeofwyrm]

Part 2/2 (If I misspelled something, please don't tell me I can't read and will NOT learn)

Finally had some free time to finish this and now the brain worm is fed.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Skin Picking

AJ’s Brain

[thywheelof-fate]

what if our hands accidentally brushed against each other during our weekly evil meeting and I act cool but then later I crawl back to my sewers and vomit out of anxiety and scrape my knees bloody as I pray against the altar of my father and swear, I swear, I don't love you, I don't even like you, and that my last actions on this planet will be to ensure that we die by the same blade, in the same motion, only after everyone else

and then I go back to you the next day and I'm like "hey :) feeling totally normal :) I only want to kill you the normal amount :)"

[cosmic-seer]

I was possessed.

@dipplinduo

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

pov ur bestie saw that ur hand was within Grabbing Range and LUNGED at that opportunity (breaking u out of ur Bad Thoughts Spiral and grounding u with how silly he is)

[obsob]

sending emails but sniffling and whimpering after typing each word

[very-small-giant]

teeth and claws

[thefrsers]

requested by Anon: Athena's outfits in 7.04

[soap-ify]

nsfw , minors dni.

thinking about soap who literally can't keep his mouth of you

notes fem!reader. this man is a menace. a silly thing even.

johnny has always been very touchy with you throughout your relationship with him — his strong arms were always hugging you or just holding you beside him gently, his legs literally wrapped around you all the time in a snuggly manner whenever you’d be sleeping with him.

but sometimes, it was as if he didn’t have his mouth on you in the next five minutes, he’d die.

you don’t know if it’s some oral fixation thing or if he’s secretly some silly creature, but he always needs to be doing something to you with his mouth.

kisses are one thing. he adores giving you kisses, holding your face in his mildly rough hands as he smothers your face up wifh lots of kisses until you were a flustered mess.

but this man bites too. you’d be sitting besides him, watching a movie one minute and then the other minute you’ll feel him biting your shoulder, or your arm, or your hand and even your cheek! it’s always gentle though, he’d never want to hurt you. it’s just his way of marking you as his or something like that, you supposed. and you never really questioned it, even though these random acts could be startling at times.

sometimes you’d be laying on your back, reading a book while johnny would sneakily make his way on top of you and lift your shirt up gently, before literally biting your tummy! weird creature. his teeth would gently nip on the softness of your belly, causing you to either accidentally smack him with your book or just burst into giggles — mostly booth.

his excuse is that you are just so adorable that he can’t but want to devour you.

another thing he loves doing with his mouth is sucking your skin — either the plush of your thighs or the softness of your neck. it would always result in your skin being peppered with lots of hickeys, and johnny would always admire his artwork and sometimes even take pictures.

but his most favourite thing? it was having you on your back while he wss comfortably in between your legs, hands gripping your thighs gently to keep them spread apart while his mouth attacked your poor clit, all swollen and overstimulated after all the orgasms he had pulled out of you while he continued to happily suck on your clit, sometimes switching to lapping your leaking cum up before resuming to gently suck and nip on your sensitive clit.

he was literally obsessed with it. your hips were twitching and trying to squirm away, your cheeks all warm and the air feeling too moist while eyes were all glossy from the pleasure, wet squelching and slurping sounds filling the air. obscene.

“j-johnny—! s’too much, c-can’t come anymore…” you would whine, though begin to feel the familiar tight knots building up in your stomach once more.

“just one more, lass. cannae get enough of yer clit, such a bonnie wee thing…” he moaned against your soaking cunt while your slick covered up his chin, his stubble glistening, blue eyes lazily half-open, fixed at your face before he went back to feasting on you.

[sorrydetka]

BTW “no, look at me, i love you. you’re all i bloody think about. dream about. you’re in my gut, in my throat. i’m drowning in you, summers. i’m drowning in you.” “i know you’ll never love me. i know i’m a monster but you treat me like a man.” “but i want you to know i did save you. not when it counted, of course, but after that. every night after that. i’d see it all again. [..] every night I save you.” “you know you got a willing slave […] i follow you like a man possessed.” “i wanted to give you what you deserve, and i got it. they put the spark in me and now all it does is burn.” “why does a man do what he mustn't? for her. to be hers. to be the kind of man who would never... to be a kind of man. and she shall look on him with forgiveness, and everybody will forgive and love. he will be loved. so everything’s ok, right? can we rest now? buffy, can we rest?” “i’ve done things with you i can’t spell, but i’ve never been that close.. to anyone, least of all you. until last night. all i did last night was hold you and watch you sleep. it was the best night of my life." “i’m not asking you for anything: when i say i love you, it's not because i want you, or because i can't have you. it has nothing to do with me. i love what you are. what you do. how you try. i’ve seen your kindness, and your strength. i’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and i understand, with perfect clarity, exactly what you are.” IF YOURE EVEN LISTENING. IF YOU EVEN CARE.