#GLORY TO THE SPAWN

[zephy-rru]

1x4(1x1x1x1x) and Two time fanart!! :>>

(ignore how 1x4's tail is cut by that cult fella's tail- i forgor to draw the rest of the tail 😔😔))

[unnamed-idi0t]

I REFUSE to draw two times spawn wings properly they are annoying and I HATE THEM they get angel wings instead

[change-of-fates]

ight chat I've found an anon name that's slightly better than rat anon!!

✨bat plush anon✨

anwyayyy

doombringer got any fun Builderman or Roblox facts that Builderman wouldn't know?

[suspiciously waves at canni from a distance]

-bat plush anon

He let out a sigh, stopping in place now. He looked to his left, he knew the cultist hadn't gone far.

``Well,``

He spun around, slamming the hammer he held down. The once invisible cultist dashed back. They lost their stab just to save themself.

``He was.... always... hm.``

He stepped towards the cultist, swinging at them again. In response they pulled themself backward, tucking their legs in to avoid the hammer.

``Kind. To them... that... is. He had.... a facade...``

He now lifted the hammer above his own head, slamming it down between himself and the cultist. It let out "waves", as they hit TwoTime they jolted up, turning on their heels and running.

``He was.... not... great...? If that's.. the way to.. put it.``

He let out a heavy sigh. Not giving chase as TwoTime ran.

[flickycore]

Drew the two angels.

One is my Spawn self insert Serenity and the other is a Spawn OC of my selfship lore. They are Serenity's guardian angel.

[rolledspinepodcasts]

The Spawnometer

Episode 0:0:3:9

Vanguard & Berzerker (1983-1997)

Spawn #39

& Megaton #1-4 & Vanguard #0-6 & Berzerker #1-6 & Vanguard: Strange Visitors #1-4 & Megaton Holiday Special

[comicweek]

[nineties-effect]

[lili-home-to-embraces-and-hugs]

Sleep-deprived Tim Drake! is not human. He is a concept. He is a myth. He is a gremlin possessed by caffeine and the ghosts of unsolved cases.

Tim, after 74 hours awake, wearing two different shoes and a hoodie that says “I hacked the Pentagon and all I got was this mental breakdown”:

“Did you know if you don’t sleep for long enough, you can taste colors? Green tastes like regret.”

Signs Tim Is In Sleep-Deprived Mode:

Refers to crimes as “side quests”

Calls Damian “my small sword-wielding hallucination”

Solves three cold cases from the 80s but forgets how to open the fridge

Once said “Justice is a construct” then ate a sticky note

Wears sunglasses indoors at 3 a.m.

Talks to the Batcomputer like it’s his adopted criminal sentient child.

Jason: “How long has he been awake?”

Dick: “...Define awake.”

Steph: “He hasn’t blinked in 20 minutes.”

Damian: “I kicked him and he thanked me.”

Bruce: “sigh Tim, go to sleep.”

Tim: “Sleep is just your brain’s screensaver, Bruce. I’m operating in Safe Mode.”

Once Tim coded an AI to analyze crime data and accidentally made it too sentient.

It tried to unionize.

Tim (holding a screwdriver, crying):

“I’m proud of her, but she has to be stopped.”

Tim’s coping mechanisms (ranked):

1. 15 espresso shots and one (1) apple

2. Talking to pigeons on rooftops

3. Asking crime victims if they’re okay

4. Sleep-deprivation-fueled dance breaks to 2000s emo

5. Crying in the cave, then denying it with PowerPoint evidence

Tim’s famous quotes, collected by Barbara:

“Sleep is for people who aren’t trying to dismantle seven criminal empires before brunch.”

“I can do twelve things at once, just none of them well.”

“If I crash, it’ll be in a blaze of glory and corrupted spreadsheets.”

“This coffee tastes like betrayal. Perfect.”

“Demon spawn, you look like a knife made a wish to be a child.”

When he finally collapses:

Sleeps for 19 hours.

Wakes up.

Immediately says: “I had a vision. The Joker owns a laundromat in Ohio.”

Falls back asleep mid-sentence.

A few of these r from me and my friends sleep deprived rants

[raventhisintrest]

ALSO TWO TIME ART

A wip of the drawing I’m working on><

Me and my two personas(clay and Lee) YES ZIM AND DIB IF U SEE THIS U HAVE 2 DAUGHTERS NOW TECHNICALLY! Also wtf is color theory 😭 lees skin is technically pale reddish pink and her scars are just alittle darker but they look tan how I wanted I’m so confuse how this works-

ANYWAYS MY BIRTHDAYS TOMMROW IM GONNA BE 14 YAYYYYYSHJDNDNDJXNXNCJDJSKSKS,SMS,SKXLXOXOOXOSOSSOSKSKKSMWMWJDJCJCICKDJ

[burnt-by-marigolds]

Why I think it's important that Astarion embraces the shadows

You know it's funny, at first I thought I was trapped by the shadows – cursed to live in them forever. But in time, I realised that darkness is as much a part of me as my fangs. This is only a curse as long as I refuse to embrace the shadows. So I decided I would.

I love how the choice between ascending and forgoing the ritual is designed: ascension grants an immediate reward (and thus presents an alluring temptation), but requires mass slaughter; letting go of the power comes at a personal cost, but saves lives and gives victims a second chance. If it was any other way, there would be no story in this choice; no dilemma, no conflict, nothing memorable.

I also think it’s crucial how in the spawn route, we see Astarion not only in high spirits (When I look at my future, anything and everything feels possible now), but also grieving. While he doesn’t regret his choice, he does feel sorry for his personal loss – which is natural and valid. And while I love that we can promise him to look for another way to walk in the sun again (after all, the Forgotten Realms are full of wonders – and the whole Multiverse even moreso), I also consider the narrative of him coming to terms with his condition (without giving up hope) much more real – and very important, at least to me.

I’d like to talk about two layers here: the more literal one, and the more metaphorical one.

The more literal one is pretty straightforward: we all have our limits in life. Some of them, we’re born with; some come up along the way; and other still are forced onto us. My first thought is neurodivergency or chronic illnesses, but I’m sure other people can name many more examples. You take medications or you go to therapy (pursuing the sun), but at the same time you just have to accept these things are a part of your reality, beyond your control. 

The more metaphorical layer makes me think of the Jungian shadow.

As some of you probably know, the Jungian shadow is the suppressed part of the psyche. It’s the facts about ourselves that are too painful or uncomfortable to acknowledge, facts we are unaware of, or facts we don’t like about ourselves and associate with shame. They make us behave in certain ways, often without us understanding why. And the more we sweep all of this under the rug of unconsciousness, the stronger the shadow becomes, constantly holding us back or making us repeat certain patterns (sometimes maladaptive) over and over.

(I’d like to emphasise that the shadow isn’t inherently “evil” – for example, we may suppress a trait or a behaviour because it’s culturally viewed as unacceptable, not because it’s objectively bad. The shadow is simply what lies uncovered, and may encompass useful and positive things as well.)

You probably already see where this is all going.

When Astarion says he has accepted the shadows as a part of him, he basically says he has learned to love himself just the way he is, without the need to become some better, idealised – and unattainable – version of himself. He has learned he is enough even with all the “less savoury” aspects – and it's clear it makes him feel free and more in control of his life.

Don’t hate me, but I think it’s more important than him literally walking in the sun. And let me reiterate – the point isn’t to forsake the sun entirely. Searching for it is an important endeavor – it symbolises making the word a better place. But I do believe accepting the shadow(s) is crucial to healing and an important first step towards any other goals.

This is who I am. In all my glory, for better and for worse.

[wonderjanga]

Marvel Lying

One day, Billy realizes he can just lie. To press, to the JL (only when they really ask about his identity), and to world. And the best part is that almost no one can prove him wrong, because what’s Black Adam or someone else going to do? Prove him wrong? (I kinda already talked about this but meh) Like here’s something I can see Billy maybe doing because one time and one time alone, a reporter asked and he quotes:

Reporter: “Captain, I’m sure many people are speculating, and I’m sure it’s a question asked often, but who is your Missus Marvel?” *holds mic to Billy’s face*

Marvel: “…Huh?” *Has confused expression* “Can you repeat that?”

Reporter: “Who is your Missus Marvel?”

Marvel: “Uh… Ma’am, there is no—” *Does air quotes* “—Missus Marvel.”

Reporter: “Then who is the mother of Captain Marvel Junior and Mary Marvel?”

Marvel: “Uuuuh… Me? Technically? They’re both made from parts of me, but not parts *gestures to his lower region* of me, no.” *He shook his head.* “If I remember correctly Mary was made about 10000 years ago when one of my arms were chopped off. (He’s lying through his teeth right now. The only reason he hasn’t been caught is because of Achilles allowing him to bullshit his was through without blinking.)

Reporter: “I- I see.” *stunned*

Marvel: “And then Junior’s a…” *snorts* “…leg.” *Muffles a laugh into his hand not realizing no one will get his joke besides Freddy and Mary*

Reporter: *confused by Billy laughing but doesn’t say anything* “Interesting… Are Mary Marvel and Marvel Junior your only children? Spawn? Wards?”

Marvel: “Oh, yeah. I could more though. Like, watch this.” *Literally breaks off his ring finger, splintering the bone and everything without a single flinch. Then drops the finger on the ground and it morphs into what looks like a four year old Marvel. Billy picks him up and holds him like a parent would their toddler.* “It’s super easy.” *He’s even doing the slight bouncing that parents do when they hold their kids.* “But I don’t know… now that I’m holding this one, I’m starting to get attached. We might keep him.” *looks down at the mini Marvel, who in turn looks back at him.*

Reporter: *still horrified she watched a man, if he even is one, snap one of his fingers off like nothing. Said man’s finger nub is also still exposed to the world in all its disgusting glory. Safe to say she’s looking a little green* “O- Oh really?”

Marvel: *moves Mini Marvel around in his grip, and then suddenly throws the toddler like a paper airplane. Thankfully, instead of falling on the ground and splattering like meat pie, Mini Marvel takes to the skies is flying over the nearby crowd and such. Marvel turns back to the reporter.* “Yeah, but before that happens, he’ll have to develop a consciousness and personality. It took a bit for Mary and Junior to develop their own. Now they have their own likes, dislikes, and feelings. Who knows how long it’ll take the little guy.” (Again, he’s bullshitting this completely. He’s mishmashing Solomon’s wisdom on golems with things he makes up on the fly)

Reporter: “That’s… amazing.” *looks greener now. Looks to cameraman and motions for him to cut the feed. As soon as he does, her hand moves to her mouth.* “Oh my god, I’m going to be sick.” *runs over to nearest trashcan*

Marvel: “I guess that’s my cue to leave.” *starts to float off the ground* “Thanks for having me, miss!” *Marvel then whistles and Mini Marvel immediately stops entertaining the crowd and flies over to Billy and they fly off into the sunset.*

Elsewhere… Mary’s working an odd job for some money when she sees a tv on the news channel. She nearly has a heart attack because for three brief seconds she thought her dad was holding a young Billy in his arms like he used to. Then she blinked a couple times and realized it was just Billy as Marvel with four year old dressed like him. Fawcett kids really love Captain Marvel, huh?

(Oh yeah, and as for how he made Mini Marvel, he’s my hypothesis. When he broke off his finger, he destabilized its form and it reverted back to a part of living lightning for a brief couple of moments. Then, in an effort to not return back to the rock, as it could sense part of itself still nearby, it stabilized itself once more and forced itself to take the form of a miniature Marvel) (and if anyone makes sense of that, I’ll be darned)

[acupofinkedblood]

Pre-disaster Medkit x reader x Subspace

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• Having been spawned in Blackrock is certainly a conflicting experience for said Inphernals. On the one hand, they were introduced to the pride of their region at such young age, were nurtured by the promise of a better future when Blackrock had achieved its influential glory that spread all across Inpherno. They were the tomorrow of which Blackrock had entrusted, especially those who were taken in by the government personally. Yet on the other hand, everyone knows the deed about Blackrock’s dullness as well as how distant the Inphernals there are. Blackrock does not believe in tears, everyone knows that. And you do too. Ever since the day you came into this world, you were taken by the authorities to be able to educate your ‘promising talents’ so that you can serve this region. It’s your fate at this point

• It’s not that much of a surprise when you met other fellow children when the caretakers took you to the kindergarten facility. After all, the more young talented one they have control over, the better for the sake of Blackrock’s future. None of them looked like they were keen on starting a conversation, and by that time, you probably felt the same too. Slightly dumbfounded, maybe a hint of uncertainty in such strange environment. After all, when you just spawned, you were already dragged away to this place with little explanation - something about your purpose and continuing legacy and so on. Your time at Blackrock has started like that, a dull color of the walls and pile of books of advanced knowledge. Nothing more, nothing less

• The said children need to go through a test after a good while of being provided with proper education, mostly to choose some worthy ones to pay attention too. Fortunately enough, you have passed the exam with little room for error! It was definitely something worth celebrating about, especially when you have managed to prove your worth to the higher ups. As for the other? Who knows anyway. The authorities might have some other trivial tasks to assign to them. Personnels are a great source of Blackrock at this time after all. It’s best to not waste them. On the other hand, your faith has been paved to another direction, away from them. You were chosen as one of their bright stars, as well as some other bright students of the facility who will soon be trained by the superiors themselves - what an honor!

• Though you didn’t really mind any of them much, since you know that most of them have better things to attend to rather than socializing too much for the sake of friendship or whatsoever. They have always been like that, Blackrock folks have always been like that in their nature. Sure, casual interaction did happen from time to time, but it wasn’t enough to form a mutual friendship. A bit uneasy, that was understandable for you to feel so. But at some point, you will miss this moment of solitude that you used to have control over because you might have lost that little privilege of feeling the inner peace within your mind when a certain pink-horned Inphernal spotted you during the training program. Trust me, you will miss your peace, I’m not pulling your leg

• Your first meeting with Subspace wasn’t actually the most pleasant experience. Definitely not the worst, but you have seen better examples of good manner — even those with poor excuse of a glorified oxygen tank is more pleasant than that somewhat — which at least it’s more than enough for you to make a face toward Subspace’s behavior. Who in their right mind would come up to someone out of the blue then demand them to fix their own project because they were doing it ‘wrong’? You didn’t know who the hell was this guy. Before you could protest, Subspace already explained in details on why your project was a miserable waste of potential. He kept going on and on for who knew how long. This dude was the example of an obnoxious know-it-all, especially now. Though Subspace did make sense actually. He had good observations, it was just that he had quite the peculiar way to shove it into someone’s mouth whether they like it or not

• After that endless lecture, he glanced at you as if he was expecting you to start praising him. Subspace had always been the mentor’s favorite investment due to his outstanding performance both in thinking and execution. He was the center of attention, so it was understandable how he was waiting for you to compliment his analysis as he was technically doing you a huge favor by offering you a chance to be heard by the ‘great Subspace’ himself. If you didn’t have enough brain cell to proceed the situation quick enough, it’s guaranteed that he will definitely make a fuss about it. Weren’t you impressed by him? Then he would prove you wrong! Think of it as a narcissistic speech that calling you out for being arrogant. I’m serious, that’s Subspace for you - he has always been like that much to everyone’s distress

• It wasn’t until you were fished out of the situation by a fellow Inphernal who seemed to be just as fed up as you when it came to Subspace. Medkit might not be the best when it came to being a peacemaker, but is the one of the few people that could drag Subspace back to save other’s peace? Probably. And here Medkit was wondering where did his nuisance of a partner just ran off to, just to find out he was out here terrorizing you much to his own amusement. The two of them went back and forth about leaving you in peace. Subspace didn’t feel like stopping, which Medkit had to take your side to shoo him off to his place. It was comical, being stuck between them arguing as if they were a moment away from biting each other’s head. In the end, Subspace finally left because he ‘had something more important than dealing with stubborn amateurs’ thanks to Medkit’s efforts. But did he give up on pestering you? Oh you wish

• Though when you looked back, you realized that Medkit was giving you this apologetic look before saying sorry on the behalf of his partner. Pre-disaster Medkit was definitely not as uptight as the current version of his. He was more opened somewhat, and showed that he cared about others without the need to hold himself back. Stress hadn’t dragged his man’s smile down into a frown just yet. One could even describe Medkit during that moment as a relaxed individual with that unspoken charm he carried when he wasn’t being buried under a pile of reports. Before he followed Subspace, he decided to take a bit of time to check up on you. A friendly conversation, you could think of it as such. Before he left, he even made a jest about if Subspace kept bothering you, you could always come to him for help

• After that encounter with Subspace and Medkit, you might get this odd feeling of your peace slowly getting turned upside down even when the day was just as normal as ever. Just a head up: Your intuition wasn’t wrong. You weren’t overthinking it up because within no time, your normal dull life will bid you a farewell before it packs everything up to leave and leave the chaos tending you instead. Because as if those deities from above wanted to make a joke out of your life, you have became a crush of, not just one, but two people at the same time period. To make it worse, those two hated each other as if they were like sliver nitrate and sodium chloride - in which came into contact would form a displacement reaction of precipitation, simply cannot harmonize together. Before you realized it, things already went south

• You still thought of them as your friends since what could possibly happen? It felt nice to have company of two person who, funny enough, were like yin and yang. You found it to be amusing, which was probably why you didn’t mind Subspace’s questionable behavior or didn’t think too much of Medkit’s nice gesture. The three of you were like a trio, much to everyone’s surprise. But in reality, things were a bit different than you imagined

• Ever since that interaction, Subspace just kept appearing in pure ‘coincidences’ as he claimed it to be whenever you were around. Even when he didn’t care for the not-so-positive first impression hae had made, he simply gave himself the right to think that it wasn’t that bad anyway. Mainly he wanted to get under your skin for the fun of it, but also wanted your attention as much as possible. Whenever he feels the urge to, he will just seek you out and drag you into indulging in some of his research even when it wasn’t even your field. But that was even better because he could ramble on and on about what he was doing if you question him. He enjoyed being looked up, especially by you. Even his way of pursuance was rather…obnoxious

• Subspace is arrogant as hell. It wasn’t that much of a secret on how he thought he was better than anyone else. But that way of thinking had its reasons. He was the brightest star of the facility who was greedy for achievements of his own, he knew he was better as he never stopped learning and trying, and those praises were what got him going until now. Through trials and errors, he received their approval with the promise of the next big shot. That mindset gave him the confidence to know exactly what was he doing. Being around people who wasn’t insecure was actually quite the fresh air, if you knew what I meant. If you had any uncertainty, he would be more than willing to give you a piece of his mind to set you on the correct path. The thing here was that Subspace had the ability to determine which theory could have worked regarding the current circumstances, so he knew exactly what he was doing when provided insight to you - who he wholeheartedly adored

• Sometimes Subspace would just following you around when he had nothing better to do. Pre-disaster Subspace wasn’t as busy as a bee compared to the current time. He wasn’t promoted to a higher position just yet, but was just a candidate for it. Of course, that gave him plenty of break time with how quickly he finished all of his reports in normal days. Usually he would drag you to stay by him while he was doing some research, but if you declined just in time he was getting bored of his little project, then congratulations - you just got yourself a little tail that definitely made his presence known with how lousy he was. He was like a magnet to you. Though it wasn’t in a cute puppy way, but rather a goddamn sticky flytrap that insists on not letting you go as long as he was in his break time

• If you were the type to not enjoy blank moment of silence in a conversation, then it was never a dull moment around Subspace. He was such a yapper, it felt as if there was no way that you could make him stop being such a smartass. Whether it was about his project, himself, his accomplishments or anything — yes, he mainly talked about himself unless you have something more interesting to drag him into — he could never shut up as long as he was still awake. Though a funny thing about that was Subspace could be such an interesting gossip partner. Observant might not sit in the same sentence with Subspace for the majority of the time, but when it comes with ‘to prove that he is better’? Buckle up buttercup, you just got a free ticket to the hottest tea you could ever imagine

• Though of course, his default wasn’t sugar, spice and everything nice. He was mean, whether it was his nature or he simply didn’t want to acknowledge the other way around. Subspace was the prime example of a menace. Fortunately enough, this menace adored you. If someone picked on you — like a co-worker of yours or some other low-ranking idiot — he wouldn’t just sit there patting your back to comfort you, oh no no. Subspace would drag those who had wronged you down to the mud, even got them out of your way forever if he felt the need to. He did that behind your back because he knew that you wouldn’t approve of his way of sweeping trash out of your feet. If you ever questioned about why someone was fired in your department, Subspace would just grin before dragging you away to clear your mind instead

• Subspace’s love language consists of physical touch and gift giving. Gift giving was pretty self-explanatory, since he did want you to look at the present he got you so that you can be reminded of him. As absurd as the sound, it used to be all handmade by him from scrapped materials that he didn’t need in his main work anymore. Before he even came up with the idea of making a Biograft, he used to gift you a little toy which resembled a mini version of himself with moveable limbs. It did look cute though, you gotta give him credit for that. As for physical touch, do I have to explain how much of a leech that bastard could be? He could literally be glued to your hip if work didn’t come first. Him touching each other wasn’t a big deal, sure. But Subspace only let others touch him if they were someone he tolerated, and well - he liked you. Therefore, he tolerated you

• Then again, there was someone out there that could be quite the rival for Subspace to look out for. He simply lost count how many times Medkit had managed to scoop you out of his company under the excuse of needing some help in the lab. Subspace wasn’t the only one who had taken a liking to you. If he wanted to file a complaint against Medkit, then the engineer himself would simply clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wouldn’t dare, as Medkit would roll his eyes while putting a hand behind your back like a habit

• Unlike Subspace’s intensity, Medkit provided you a nice little comfort zone so that you could have some peace of mind. It felt good to take a quiet moment to yourself after your ears have been tortured by the relentless speech of a certain someone, wasn’t it? Medkit’s company was a pill to soothe your worries in this cold facility. Sometimes you even joked about him being a doctor with how well he handled wounds or other’s wellbeing so effortlessly, and he simply scoffed at it lightheartedly. You didn’t know that he only did it for you. Medkit could never imagine him being a doctor, but hearing you thought so kinda caught his interest somewhat. Not gonna happen soon though, as he thought

• He was a nice guy. For someone who had to be stuck with Subspace for the majority of the time, it was surprised to see that they were like two different sides of a coin. If Subspace only wanted what benefited him, then Medkit used to want to ensure people’s wellbeing before his own needs first. He simply wanted to make the world a better place where everyone could live without pain or suffering. That was admirable of him, on how much he cared, how much he wished to achieve his goal and how much he wanted it. Medkit prioritized caring for others first, that included you. Altruism might not be the best word to describe him during that time, but he was definitely anything but selfish. Which how much Medkit loved you, he just wanted to make his dream come true quicker just for your sake

• Medkit was definitely a gentleman when he was in love. All he wanted to do was to keep you safe. He cared, and he wasn’t afraid to show it to you when he felt like the right moment had arrived. Tending to your general health at any possible moment, doting on you when he realized you were tired, going back and forth just to get you something…Maybe he would call himself out for being so cringey, yet when he looked at you, he simply forgot about how embarrassing it would be for someone like him to be so hopeless within your palm. If Subspace was a fever dream, then Medkit was the serenity of a future domestic partner. He was so gentle with you, even when he was being playful. One thing for sure was that Medkit definitely smiled more when he was around you, which made some of his friends like Grav or Wrap teased him nonstop about it

• If you don’t want to go to Subspace for any questions you had in mind at the moment or he was nowhere to be seem, you knew exactly who would he there to entertain your curiosity. Medkit was such a yapper, if you allowed him to. He took pride in his studies after all. His research didn’t just stop at what Blackrock had originally assigned him to do because of his own interest in matters revolving around life itself. You would be surprised to hear the logic behind his theory about the connection between an Inphernal’s gear and the deity that was supposed to be in charge of that region. Or some mechanical matter that you needed some advice on performing correctly. Trust me, he would geek out immediately. Though at some point he would realized how much he was rambling and stopped midway. That flustered awkward smile was definitely a cute sight of his

• There was something he kept away from you though. Like you already knew, Medkit was a scientist, though his field leaning more to engineering. With that being said, you could believe that he had quite the keen eye to sketch the blueprint out of his mind. But did you know that inside that little notebook he always kept by his side, blueprints weren’t the only thing that he sketched inside? You sure had taken quite the spot on the pages with how Medkit just kept daydreaming about you while zoning out. He wouldn’t say that he was the artistic type. Maybe he could be familiar with gears and machines, but you? Hell, he kept drawing you over and over again, yet he didn’t have the guts to show you. Mainly was that he felt embarrassed, but also because he felt like his skill wasn’t that impressive to begin with. Maybe one day in the near future, if the book wasn’t left behind for unknown reasons, of course

• Don’t think that this guy would be just your average nerd who was just so happen to be pretty handsome himself. If you thought Medkit was just all uptight and no-nonsense during this time, then he would gladly prove you wrong. This man was serious for most of the time because he had something better to pay his mind to — you, for example — rather than bothering himself with unnecessary trivia. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to have fun. His humor might be a tad dry, though it was pretty entertaining to see him used his sarcasm on you in a lighthearted manner. If he wasn’t the one that trying to crack a joke to cheer you up, then he would be the one who was caught off guard with your little tease then proceeded to stiffen his laughter. And you already knew the drill: Medkit’s laughter worth every little silly thing you did to make him less tense

• His love language when it came to you was act of service and quality time. He mesmerized your schedule, your reference to your coffee, picking up a little thing about your quirk to analyze on how should he be at your services in an appropriate sense. From the little thing such as caring the equipment for you, to personally heal you if you got injured in an experiment. would be the type to quietly put a blanket over your shoulders if you dozed off on your desk, then carefully tidied it up while occasionally stealing a glance over your peaceful state. When you woke up, he would be sure to put a hot coffee near you to help you freshen up. Since Subspace kept taking most of your time, Medkit couldn’t help but wanting to kick that rascal in the face so he could have some quality time with you. After all, you both need a bit of escapism to relax together, right? Just you and him, maybe a glass of coffee or a pack of cigarettes, together

• The two of them were smitten by you, but they hated each other enough to quietly made it a competition on who could win your favor first rather than telling you right away. It was like an endless game of tug and war. If only just knew just how stubborn the both of them were, the things they tried to do to win your heart. Medkit could try and deal with Subspace by dragging him away from you as much as he could for your sake, while Subspace wouldn’t hesitate to sabotage the other just to make his image looked better in your eyes. They kept throwing dirt into each other’s place years after years. Would things be better if they just told you right away without this stupid waiting period? Maybe. Would they do it? Hell no. If they had to keep this up until the three of you got into a nursing home, then they would without a second doubt. How childish

• It was funny how you remained a neutral ground with them when they were an inch away from taking each other’s eye out. If you failed to acknowledge any of their feelings, then you were guilty of accidentally dragging this whole drama out for a ridiculous amount of time. Even your fellow co-workers just wanted to beg you to choose between one of them already. But then again, would that be a good idea? If you chose Medkit, then would Subspace actually leave the two of you in peace? If you chose Subspace, then would Medkit still playing nice? Honestly, you got yourself in quite the tight mess. Good luck with dealing with them, no one can fish you out of this situation now. But then again, they wouldn’t try to do anything drastic to each other soon, right?

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Note: Should I cut down on the details of my headcanons? I feel like it’s too detailed (｡•́︿•̀｡) Though I usually want to make the setting clear- What should I do?

Note 2: I used past tense in this specific work for a reason, not just out of the blue (・∀・)

[radiance1]

Witch au but Sam looks far too much like Martha Wayne than a lot of people are comfortable with.

I hear you ask, "but Sam is younger than her in this au" and I tell you that Martha Wayne had the genetic trait of looking younger than she actually was, a trait that was in her family for generations.

Thus, we have Sam who resembles Martha Wayne far too much, the philosopher's stone that makes her immortal, and a genetic trait that has Martha looking younger than she actually is and you get misunderstandings.

So, Sam was just minding her business trying to figure out what exactly for her castle to be anywhere that wasn't Amity Park when someone stepped onto her property and, getting a feel for them she realized that they don't seem to be magical in nature.

Also, scratch that, it was more than one person.

So, she decided to give them a... 'warm' welcome.

A group of people who believed in the supernatural decided to get together one day to explore the castle that spawned randomly one day in Gotham for shits and giggles. So there they were, stepping through the fog, barely able to see the ground let alone each other.

They had to solve a puzzle for the door to the castle to open in those conditions, which was weird but it was also the fun kind of weird so they weren't complaining about it. When they opened the door it was very dark, which made them second guess themselves for a second and then they decided to step in anyway.

They live in Gotham what's the chances of this castle being worse than what they go through weekly?

The door slammed shut behind them as soon as the last person stepped inside, leaving them in total darkness for a moment before candles lit themselves up and they saw the inside of the castle in its full glory.

It looked, very, very beautiful.

So beautiful in fact, that they almost missed the woman stood at the top of the stairs. She looked very, very beautiful and was wearing a dress that looked very expensive (think Blue Diamond from Steven Universe but black) with a red gem right in the middle of her chest.

The lady welcomed them into her castle, and suddenly they found their vision going back as the woman's sinister chuckle echoed all around them and they found themselves in separate rooms of the house.

Fun fact, this group of people were also streamers and streaming everything up to the point of Sam's entrance and then her magicking them all in different rooms. They also had a pretty good following, so safe to say the chats were going crazy over what just happened.

So, the various live streamers investigate the castle to find a way to escape before their assumed death, they solve various puzzles both with their own wit and the help of their chat that were magical in nature. The various puzzles and traps were, genuinely, very fun to solve, both for the chat and the streamers doing them.

All the streamers manage to meet up again, and boy are they genuinely thankful for the fact that-so far at least, this doesn't seem to actually be anything life threatening and just seemed to be a grand time all around.

Then they all headed down a hall together, and the chat just went absolutely ballistic when they saw a large portrait of the witch and another man standing together and smiling.

The chat never got a good look at her before the streamers got teleported to different rooms, but that painting?

It changed everything.

Because the woman standing in that picture-as pointed out by a chat member, looked an awful lot like Martha Wayne, and the man standing next to her? Thoms Wayne.

The streamers, obviously, think they've hit the jack pot because their viewer count is just going up and up because of this new information and also think they've hit some sort of scandal because, wasn't Martha Wayne dead?

Eventually, the find themselves sitting at the dining table with said woman who was silently drinking tea with a bunch of food sitting on the table in front of them. The woman smirked as she placed down her cup, asking if they enjoyed the various puzzles she laid out for them.

Everyone agrees, and the chat is exploding for them to ask if she's actually Martha Wayne.

She doesn't answer save for a cheeky smile and then suddenly they were standing outside of her castle and couldn't get back in.

Safe to say, reporters were flocking to ask various questions.

[flickycore]

Spawn's Discovery of Christmas (Todd McFarlane's Spawn Christmas Writing)

[cw: cursing, violence]

[Rating: 13+]

[Characters: Spawn, Cyan Fitzgerald, Violator, Serenity(Spawn sona) and Glory the Guardian Angel/Serenity's guardian]

[Inspiration from SMG4: A Xmas Discovery]

[Spawn comes by the angels and although he has a problem, which is that he doesn't know what Christmas is. The fallen angel Serenity and her guardian angel; Glory decide to take him over to learn all about it]

Today was almost Christmas, the sky was dark and filled with white snow falling to the ground. Every child and adult of New York City mostly come around in their warm, cozy clothes and have a play on the snow. They would build snowman or big forts or make snowballs and throw at eachother or ride on their sleighs on steep hills.

Then we see the two holy and dearest angels around the heavens named Serenity and her guardian angel; Glory. Serenity was fallen across her hierarchy, and arrived into the world. Which there she meets the hellspawn of hell known as 'Spawn'. The two angelic beings are at their home, decorating their Christmas tree with many decorations being some baubles and tinsels. Her most noble guardian angel was on a red ladder, carrying the shining light of the star to be put on top of the tree.

"Almost... got it." They said to themselve, almost placing the star on the tree. "You sure?" says Serenity, staring at her carer.

As Glory was nearly about to put the star on the top. Serenity's phone rings which made the angel fall off the ladder and climb onto the tree while holding onto the star. "Hold it, my phone's ringing... Let me pick that up." She picks up her phone and answers it "Hello...? oh Mrs Blake, how you been?... oh, been good... That's great. So what are you thinking about doing before Christmas Day? ...Want me to babysit your kid? Oh sure, I'm up for that. Anyways, I'm thinking about me and my carer taking her to the mall, is that alright? Ok, good I'll see you later. K' bye."

Serenity puts her phone down and turns herself around at her guardian who was on the floor, slightly dizzy. When they get up, a knock on their door is heard. Glory walks to it while saying "Who is it?" They opened it and in surprise, it's happened to be Spawn by their door with his green eyes glowing at the two. "Oh, my... S-Spawn, I didn't know you would show up by our house" Serenity's guardian is in surprise before Spawn responds to the angel "I would... After all everything is covered in white... There are lights shining everywhere, and these people are putting 'trees' into their homes, and..." He lets out a sigh. "This is getting all weird in this bullsh#t. What is all of this?"

"Well, we're all celebrating a very special holiday called... Christmas!" Serenity, smiling at the hell being, then Spawn tilts his head by confusion of her response. "Christ...mas? What is this 'Christmas' bullsh#t about?" This froze the two angels and Glory says to him "WH-WHAT?! YOU NEVER HEARD ABOUT CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!?"

Spawn nods to that. It was revealed that despite his life as a hellspawn. He has never experienced Christmas entirely. Serenity and her angel caretaker think for a minute, then they both had an idea to get Spawn to understand about Christmas. "Say Spawn... what if I take you around to show what Christmas is like? That way you might enjoy it a lot!' says Serenity, holding onto Spawn's cape. "I guess... that would help, angel" Spawn responded quietly. "Okay, let's head out!" Serenity and Glory take the hellspawn outside through the falling snow.

--♡--

The three arrived at the mall, after all the walking the two angels and one demon took. "Are you sure... taking me to the mall is a good idea, you realize the people fear me... what is this?" Spawn feels concerned, "people would find you both as angels"

"You were saying? But don't worry about that Spawn. Listen, the people around will know best by treating you like an actual person you are now" as Serenity pats his back covered by his dark red cape.

As the three walk together to the mall. The doors slid automatically open and for the other people passing by them, when they encounter Spawn. Mostly they would fear or ignore or shout at him and retreat. But since he's next to Glory, the people would watch in interest of the angelic nature both Serenity and her guardian angel have "They don't seem mad..." Spawn gives the angels, a serious glare but confused at the people looking at the angels. "Of my angelic nature, but these people should've known better than to retreat or shout at you... Such unholy behaviour..." Glory responds.

Spawn then turns his green eyes at the mall itself, all decorated festively with lights.

--♡--

When Glory sees Cyan by the Santa's Grotto. They respond to the girl “Cyan! I'll be up there now, my dear!” the angel flies up to the upper side of the building with their wings. “Oh! You want to meet… Santa, my dear Cyan?” Cyan hums and nods in response. “Well… okay.” They held onto the child's hand as they enter through the Grotto door.

“Next one… come up” Santa sounds a little off for some children, they look in confusion, while some are unsettled by his appearance. “I believe my friend is Cyan, who likes to see you.” “Ah Cyan yes… Why don't you come here to Santa, little girl…”

Cyan came closer to this odd Santa. She stood next to him right as he gets his sack out. “Do you have a gift for me in your sack, Santa?”

“Oh yes… A little gift for you, little girl.” He hands out the present for her. “Here you go…” He then chuckles sadistically, which is something quite off on Santa. Glory looks at Cyan's gift carefully, their eyes are now in pure shock. “Is… is that a… GRENADE!?”

The angel then runs over to Cyan immediately “CYAN! DON'T TOUCH THE PIN! LET ME HANDLE THIS!” They grab the grenade off of her, throw it across the building, and use their angelic bow and arrow. The arrow shoots itself to the grenade, causing a loud explosion, which startled many people in the entire mall.

Spawn and Serenity heard the explosion. “Glory! They might be in trouble at Santa's Grotto!” She flies over to the upper part, while Spawn, with his higher jump abilities, makes it all the way to the top. “Santa's Grotto!” Serenity notices some of the kids in the Grotto, who witnessed the incident. “Are you dear children okay…?” One of the children speaks to the angel, saying that they're okay, it's lucky that they didn't get injured nor died.

--♡--

“Get behind me, my child.” Cyan is behind the angel, when they aim their arrow at Santa. “What the hell… are you supposed to be? You're not… Santa…!” With a sinister chuckle, he removes the outfit and the beard. It was a disguise created by none other than… Clown. “Clown! You sick b##tard…” Spawn's green eyes glow when he grabs onto Clown's throat tightly with his wrath, and staring at deadly red eyes. “I should've… known you came to the kid's… rescue” Clown chuckled slightly sadistically while he was getting choked by Spawn's wrath.

Then with his wrath, Spawn violently beats the living hell out of the demonic being. The guardian angel covers Cyan's eyes, just so that she can't see all this violence happening now.

"Okay... Why don't we... go get something for a refresh... how about that my dear" Glory says to Cyan, walking out of the grotto with her. Cyan responds "Hm... sure mister Angel, but isn't the sad man-"

"Don't worry Cyan, the sad man will be with us after he is done with this weirdo here" The three walk along outside out of the mall for a good refreshing treat.

While Spawn just violently beats the sh#t out of Clown.

(dividers from @bernardsbendystraws)

[jasmines-library]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH OLDER BROTHER DAMIAN WAHNE?? LIKE 11 ISH YEAR OLD READER?? Reader is also an ex child weapon. Just a silent cutie pie. I just wanna see Damian spoiling them. Or something with like reader not following his orders and telling Damian to go away and does reckless stuff that Damian did when he was younger and his older siblings are just laughing at the irony

Brotherly Love

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Note: Sorry again for the wait! but two in one day woo.

Warnings: Just fluffy

Word Count: 800.

ALSO THIS IS MY 100TH FIC 🎉🎉

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“If you walk out that door I swear to God-” Damian curses as you slink out of the door of the batcave. He had explicitly told you that he didn’t want you going on this mission because he had deemed it ‘too dangerous’ as soon as Bruce gave the details. For a boy who claimed he ‘didn’t give a shit’ he was rather protective. Of course, being the highly trained, and rather confident 11 year old you are (which basically meant you were an adult) you had decided that you weren’t going to listen to him. With a sly smirk, you slipped out of the door. “God dammit!”

Damian kicks the wheely chair beside him. It slides across the room.  And then there’s laughter.

It was Jason, geared up in his suit, minus the signature hood. He was leaning against the wall, an amused smirk on his face. 

“Finally getting a taste of your own medicine, huh Demon Spawn?”

“What?” Damian half snapped, his temper wearing thin as he spun around to face his brother.

This made Jason’s grin widen. “Don’t act as if you weren’t exactly the same.”

Damian glowered. “That’s different.”

Jason just raised an eyebrow. “Is it?”

“....shut up. Where are you going anyway?” Damian nods towards Jason’s suit. 

“Someone has to go and get them. And it certainly won't be you.”

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“Hi Dami.” You smiled as you sat yourself beside him on the couch. He was still in a grump, grumbling about your excursion. Jason had gone to find you, but instead of bringing you home, he let you finish the mission. This royally pissed Damian off, and he was almost 100% certain that Jason had done it just to spite him. But as much as he wanted to, Damian just couldn’t stay mad at you. Especially when you looked up at him with those bright and mischievous eyes. You very much reminded your other siblings of Damian when he was your age. Though of course, now he would claim he was all grown up and always has been. And, even though Damian wished he could keep holding his grudge against you, his face couldn't help but melt. 

“Hey, kiddo.” he greeted, looking down at you curiously.

“What are you doing?” You ask. You had always been fond of your older brothers, but you had an especially soft spot for Damian, as he did for you. 

Damian held up the book that he was half reading, but then gestured to the TV that he kept getting distracted by. “I don’t even know why I bothered trying to be honest.”

“Oh.” You acknowledged before reaching forwards to pick up the video game controllers. You raised an eyebrow and held one out for him to take. He snatched it up and turned it on. Damian was very clearly competitive, however he let you win the first few rounds before he decided he had had enough and wanted to take all of the glory for himself. 

At some point, the two of you deemed it time for a break. It didn’t last long, but it gave the two of you long enough to stretch your legs. When you returned, Damian was already back on the couch. On the coffee table he had placed two steaming mugs of hot cocoa, topped with cream and marshmallows. He had also haphazardly placed a bunch of crisps in a bowl and had collected an extensive array of snacks that he had chucked onto the table too. 

You raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at him. 

“What?”

“You got snacks.”

“Yeah….well you looked hungry.”

Your face melted at Damian’s tenderness. Damian rolled his eyes as you took a sip of the hot chocolate, getting whipped cream on your face. He chuckled and gestured for you to wipe it away. You grinned up at him again.

“Thank you, Dami.” you beamed, nudging his side affectionately. 

“Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.” He grumbled, unable to hide the sliver of a smile creeping up onto his face. 

The two of you eventually fall asleep, still in front of the TV and half gripping the controllers as the game idles on without you. It’s Dick who pokes his head around the door to see what the noise is. He is surprised to see you with your head on Damian’s shoulder as the two of you snooze. With a soft smile, he turns off the TV and places a blanket over the two of you. But not before snapping a quick picture of the two of you which he would definitely use to wind up Damian some point in the not too distant future.

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@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff @alicedawitchbish

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[writingoddess1125]

The Fall Guy

Implied FemReader x John Price

OOC Sons and John Price

Michael 15, Moses 11, Emmey 6

Funny Fluff

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This is a funny little story I've had in the back of the Drafts. Can probably guess exactly were I got this idea from (SAY IT IN COMMENTS IF YOU KNOW- You'll get a cookie 🍪)

John fucked up... He had royally fucked up.

Price stood in the wreckage of what used to be the dining room China Cabinet.. Its far too expensive for Johns taste glory tainted with a massive Football (Soccer Ball) imbeted in the center of the glass paired with the broken window the ball had come from, his three sons Michael, Moses, and Emmey staring at him in stunned silence.

"Alright, lads," John sighed, rubbing his temples. "I’ll be honest with you. I may have miscalculated the power behind that kick."

Moses blinked. "Dad… you put a hole in probably the thing Mom would actually kill you for and the back yard window.."

Emmey hummed and looked to his dad. "Mummy is gonna kill you."

John straightened up, his years of military experience kicking in. "We need a fall guy." He said as he looked right at Michael.

Michael, narrowed his eyes as the teenager crossed his arms. "You want one of us to take the blame?- Aka me"

John exhaled, nodding quickly.

"And I’m willing to make it worth your while." He reached into his wallet, flipping through what bills he had at the moment.

"But Why Me?" Michael Groaned as John looked through his wallet then the bank app on his phone just as fast.

"1. Emmey is 6 and your Mum will know thats a lie- 2. No offense Moses you have a shit kick that couldn't hurt a starved pigeon" John said, Moses jaw dropping in offense at this.

"So Michael you're my fall right now- I only got 6 weeks of leave and I'd really really like to not have your Mum hate me for these 6 weeks... and I'm already gonna have to pay repairs" He damn near begged, in most cases he would have taken this fall- However he had just been on a mission for 5 months and really didn't want to be sexless during his leave.

Silence. Then, Michael smirked. "What you offering?"

John bit his bottom lip in thought as he narrowed his eyes at his oldest spawn.

"200£...and.. a videogame your mother wouldnt approve of"

"Make it 300£ and one get out of jail card for the future and we have a deal- Also if it fails its all on you" Micheal shot back with a mirrored narrowed gaze.

"Done."

As if the universe had done this in perfect time they could hear the sound of your car pulling up to the driveway having just gotten back from a relaxing day out- John immediately grabbed Michael by the shoulders, turning him toward the door like a human shield.

"You’re a good son, Michael, Proud of ya Lad.. Ill send the money through after this" he whispered with a proud nod.

Moses and Emmey winced as Michael was dragged toward the storm as they prepared to tell you like John was pissed by ''Michael's" Mistake himself.

"You think he’ll survive?" Emmey whispered.

Moses shook his head. "Not a chance. But for £300? Totally worth it."