#but it came to me in a vision

[carpathiians]

hehe

[vesperiian]

I AM KENOUGH 😁😁

(ref and different vers under cut)

[bongwateriero]

I’LL RIP YOUR FACE OFF AND WIPE MY ASS WITH IT

FRANK IERO // HOKUS POKUS - ICP

[bundlofcigars]

*Nikola Orsinov voice*: This is the skin of a killer Bella, and this one would look lovely on you!

[humbledbybees]

Angel and devil on my shoulder but it's just

[seconds-over-first]

hehehehehehehegegege

new pfp

Soap’s in the fawkin soup

[ftmshepard]

what i felt compelled to draw after @evapillar and i watched season 2. I have only just gotten my first drawing tablet ever.

[ex-vespidae]

if sectonia was a domestic cat i think she'd be an oriental shorthair cause they have the long faces and they kinda just look long and thin, they just have the vibe if you get me

taranza would probably be a british shorthair i mean like small and round fella you get me do you get the vision

[metaphoricallyrose]

Support group

[hellfire--cult]

did you say.... steve one shot... and long? 👀

i did yes, i am writing a steve one shot, and yes, it's gonna be i am suspecting 7k+

[i-bit-the-dust-it-was-yummy]

[ukulelekatie]

archive of our olympics

[sarcastic-clapping]

[lonelyzarquon]

[phantomrose96]

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

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