#but other outsiders are fair game

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 97

Hear me out. You listening? Reading? Good. 

 Cryptid batfam, but they’re very ecto-contaminated. I mean, in some continuities they straight up have a lazarus pit in the batcave. At least five of them have died before! Everyone in Gotham is ecto-contaminated in some way or the other- there’s a reason normal poisons don’t really work or how they’re not lead poisoned despite Gotham canonically being half made in its entirety with lead mixed in. Now everyone is variously ecto-contaminated, some more than others. But the batclan, who have a lazarus pit? Who have died and returned or been born from those waters? 

Liminal. Hella liminal. That pit is exposed, there’s nothing stopping the ecto energy! There’s already another lazarus pit under Gotham itself! And curses! And several pits of hell and temples to gods! Batman canonically had a portal opened on top of him by Barbatos- hell he was the portal. Sound familiar? 

Now imagine you are a normal goon. You might have a bit of eye-shine, but that’s nothing new here in Gotham. You’re a henchman, you do the job, get paid, hope you don’t die, and go home to pay your bills. Batman? No idea what that is, you think it’s some sort of hazing. Robin? Yeah right. But you swear that light was on over there, you know you put those boxes up in the proper way, so how did it fall? That window didn’t have a crack on it, and you can feel eyes on you. And it’s not the way you’re used to, like a mugger or something, no this is something worse. 

 This is something actively hunting you, and you can’t tell where it is. 

[msookyspooky]

Random thought:

Bo could have piercings and tattoos under his clothes to match that random gothic ring he wears and his taste in Metal music like Dried up, Tied up and Dead to the World by Marilyn Manson in the gas station scene.

So I repeat with emphasis:

HE COULD HAVE NIPPLE PIERCINGS AND A FUCKING BACK TAT AND WE WOULDN'T KNOW. He wears nothing but long sleeves, never takes his shirt off in the movie even when injured, and there is a decade gap between the Sugar Mill shutting down/murders slowly starting and the movie but also a decade or more gap between Bo being a teen and him being 27 or so when the Sugar Mill shuts down then 37 when the movie starts.

We literally have no idea about anything about him but yallternative Bo with his southern charms and possibly alt music taste and style is taking over my brain like rabies.

[evening-rose-309]

Aren't we all House stans?

He's an acquired taste to be sure.

(— for real I wanna know where the secret House Stan Discord server is, y'all be so elusive and mysterious —)

[rohirric-hunter]

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[last-flight-of-fancy]

‘i like sr too but we have a bad rep bc of all this reaching!’ my dude nomura literally made the series because he wanted a story people could talk about and speculate. stop blaming people for having fun doing exactly that.

[one-idiot-one-braincell]

love hate relationship with ponytown, on one hand gun? blaster? i get to be myself, make skins based on myself and talk to people, but on the other, i get to talk to people, i have people judge my skins, i compare myself to others, and also the amount of drama is so tiring...

[odessastone]

When the OW characters use each other's first names in-game, you know it's gonna be something either sweet or heart-wrenchingly sad

[abyssembraced]

Can you fight God?

"Fightingsteth a god soundes like a losing battle. Why wouldst I fight one, when I couldst simplye joineth them instead?"

"Unlesse, of course, I amst already alliedest to a much stronger deitye. Rouxls is always on the winning side, aftere alle!"

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Correct.

They'd happily fight anyone looking to challenge them, but they find it unlikely that they'd lose the battle.

[tariah23]

The fact that ppl still listen to akademiks…

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Asparagus is the type of dad who sits calmly by as his son and daughter are absolute full energy running around the house, just going about his own business and casually dodging them while they play and argue (so long as there isn’t any breaking of anything, it’s all good).

And when another cat marvels at how he can possibly stand it, he "Hmm? Come again?"s and pulls a cotton bud out of his ear.

[ectoplasmer]

having another moment where i’m staring at kaiba with the platonic hammer in hand. thinking

[esterigermaine]

Old people are hilarious. They tell us young people need to learn "actually useful" skills, work hard, and not be glued to a smartphone 24/7 if they want decent pay.

The second I put my IT skills and college degree in use to get more money, flexible hours, and smartphone privileges they throw a fit saying they deserve it more since they are older.

Like, isn't this what you told me to do if I wanted more than $15 an hour?

[caeca-iustitia]

Chaos.

A creature that many are fascinated with.

A beautiful, pale being with flowing white locks that part about a face that is almost too perfect to sully with your mortal eyes. A pair of plump lips painted black hide behind them fangs of almost unrivalled sharpness and brilliance.

3 golden irises stare at you from within inky-black sclera framed by equally as dark lashes. The face that inhabits them seems amused or almost fond; it is off-putting to look at for too long.

Your eyes can't help but fall to its body; a slender affair covered by a leotard as black as the night. It lacks sleeves or anything covering long, pale legs. Instead, that job is taken up by a pair of thigh-high stockings with the heel and toe cut out. Its 4 arms are encased in a pair of silky, opera-length fingerless gloves.

To cover what little skin remains, it wears a sheer loincloth that almost seems to fade out of existence at ankle height to prevent it from catching on anything or causing unnessecary destruction.

The lower hands always sit above the navel cupped in a serene pose whilst the upper pair hold a sharp-ended glaive in one hand and hover a leather-bound grimoire over the other. These hands are overtaken by a void-like corruption which has them ending in long, sharp claws.

A silver halo floats unsupported behind its head; emitting a pale, holy glow that only serves to make its already white hair shine brightly. This combined with the large, feathery black wings only adds to the delusion that this thing is an angel.

A single red crystal ring sits on the middle finger of the lower right hand; it glows and swirls with the power of a long-dead God. A pair of matching red crystal earrings dangle from the lobes of long, elf-like ears. They are accompanied on the left side by dangling silver chains.

It is tall. Awe-inspiringly, bone-chillingly tall. You can't see its face from the ground and the only features you can make out are the three glowing eyes and its shining halo. One could be forgiven for thinking it is an angel or even a God. It certainly looks the part and the mellifluous voice that comes from its mouth makes your blood run cold and your mouth dry up.

"Do not be afraid," It says with a tone of eerie calm in its voice; the triumvirate of eyelids drooping as its expression fades into one of amused adoration, "You have yet to outlive your usefulness." 

It is then that you realise this is no angel; it is a demon wearing an angel's face. You are the only one who seems to notice that behind that saccharine smile and the gentle tone of its words, darkness lurks. It is then that this creature looks into your eyes and your breath catches; it knows what you can see and it is unashamed of it. 

Despite knowing what it hides, you cannot help but fall under its intoxicating spell once more and tumble down the inexorable path towards the destruction of your very being. 

It laughs. 

It has won.

[cinnabeat]

watching people speculate abt the ending of kh3 from when it came out and talking about the significance of yozora and the verum rex trailer and theyre fumbling through ffxv knowledge and its physically hurting me how much theyre getting wrong

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon wants to marry you.

This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.

So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.

He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.

When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.

Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.

Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.

But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.

"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.

"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.

The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.

Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.

He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.

"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."

"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.

His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.

Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.

Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.

But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.

He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.

"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."

"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."

You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.

"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."

Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.

[kdinjenzen]

As someone who's spent half her life in the Gaming and Entertainment industries, let me tell you how FUCKED everything is.

For context, I'm a 34 year old trans woman who spent the last SEVENTEEN YEARS of my life in these industries. So half my life has been in this.

I'm currently 9 months out of work after being laid off from a huge well known company due to them "selling off half the company's outside studios so the core company could invest in NFTs and Blockchain."

Unemployment has fully run out for me at this point and I'm struggling.

This is not new. I'm not the only one. And what's more is that it's been happening to gaming and entertainment studios for years and it continues to get worse.

Day after day, week after week, month after month I've seen studios both big and small laying off workers and then announcing "AI! NFTS! BLOCKCHAIN!" shit constantly.

These companies have posted record profits and then have used those profits to... cut their staff and pay their execs more.

All the while they pretend to still be "FOR THE FANS" and as more of the workers unionize and try to band together shun those workers saying "HOW COULD YOU!? THE FANS WANT THEIR CONTENT!" as if the content is worth people's lives and livelihood.

The biggest thing we, as workers, are fighting for is FAIR PAY and to not have our works or voices used for AI!

And these studios keep saying NO, and then making it impossible for us to work or live.

The studio heads have purposely stonewalled talks and contact deals because they KNOW we are all underpaid and want to WAIT US OUT until we are SO POOR we HAVE to make a deal.

So if you continue to see my post (and posts from others like me) saying "Hey, I'm still out for work, if you have some spare money I'd really appreciate it" - please consider helping us out.

We want to get back to work and they won't let us without us selling away our souls.