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[bigshotautos]

THOUGHT GAINED: REGICIDE

[cutter-kirby]

I adore Caleb’s expression here. “die faster. bitch.”

[wodania]

the white wolf and the black bastard

[starry-bi-sky]

thomas wayne au excerpts - things that could've been part of a grander fic except there's no grander fic

thomas wayne au - an au i made last year where danny is literally just. thomas wayne. his full name was Daniel Thomas Fenton and he started going by Thomas Nightingale after he was disowned. because of course. here is a link to the first post if anyone wants to see a more in depth view of the au (its also the start of me using the ‘danny fenton is not the ghost king’ au lmao

additional info: bruce is the result of a failed cloning attempt from vlad - vlad used a combination of danny's dna and an unnamed girl (Martha's) to make him to try and balance out the ectoplasm use. this resulted in a slightly liminal but otherwise completely human and stable baby boy. Bruce is, by all accounts, Danny's biological son. Danny named him Bruce

Danny was 24 when he died, he took in Bruce when he was 16. He is, so far, a single father in this au. (But if I WERE to add martha she wouldn't be sam or a DP character but rather a separate character on her own.)

Essentially they would go as:

Martha, 19: water does terrifying things to corpses

Danny, 19, half ghost: *heart eyes* really? tell me more they're morticia and gomez your honor

---- Like starlight -----

Bruce's father could light up a room. He was like a sun, his gravitational field could just pull you in, and before you knew it you'd be orbiting around him like one of his many planets.

He's seen it in action before, in the rare moments Thomas Wayne would allow him to accompany him to the socialite events he went to; the fundraisers; the charities. Bruce, as tall as his father's waist, would cling to his leg and watch as people drifted towards him and his star-blinding smile.

It's fitting that his father's favorite thing in the world were stars, he fit right in with them.

As an adult, Bruce has tried copious amount of times to mimic him. To try and capture a fraction of that light, that charm, in his own act - but here's the thing. Thomas Wayne wasn't made of starlight only in front of the cameras, he was made of starlight outside of it as well.

(So when older socialites laugh and tell him he's so much like his father, Bruce just thinks they are liars. They've only ever seen the Thomas Wayne his father showed them, Bruce is nothing like his father.)

In the manor, whatever room he stepped into seemed to brighten, and maybe it was just Bruce's own child-memory fuzzing it to raise his father onto a pedestal, but he stands by it. His father was a solar system, his very own galaxy. Bruce was just the lucky planet that was close enough to orbit him.

--------- arrival time ------

Ancients, ancients, what the fuck convinced Danny to ever go to Gotham of all places? Crime Capitol of the world? He's not sure, but he's been wandering around the country for the last few months, swapping between flying late at night as Phantom, and taking the busses and trains when he had the money, and was too exhausted to fly.

And of course, what convinced him to come here with his kid no less, who was just at the cusp of turning a year old? Whose curiosity of the world was growing greater by the day? Who wanted to look around and explore, and was growing tired of being held at all hours of the day by his father.

But he was going to be held, at least for as long as they were in Gotham for. He didn't trust the stuff on the sidewalks, and he didn't trust the people walking on it. Bruce was tiny, and Danny would lose his mind if he lost him in a crowd.

In his arms, Bruce whined and wriggled, pushing at his shoulders in the signature way he did when he wanted to be let down. Danny tightened his hold, and adjusted his place on his hip.

"I know, bumblebee." Danny muttered, resting his chin on Bruce's small head. His hair was still thin, but it was dark and soft, and tickled his throat a little. "But not yet, I need to find somewhere for us to stay first."

He needed to find somewhere for them to stay, permanently. He couldn't keep living like this, and he couldn't let Bruce grow up like this either. Constantly moving, homeless, unsure of when he was going to eat next? It wasn't good for him. But he needed to find a city he liked, and after that? He wasn't sure. Where did he start?

But Bruce doesn't like his answer, he whines at him, louder, and his wriggling increases. He wants down, he wants to move. They were in a new place again, he wanted to explore. He's too little to fully understand what his dad's saying. "Dada." He said, his voice thick with the accent of a child first learning to speak.

"I know," Danny repeats, stressing the word as his eyes flitted about. There was a park nearby -- maybe he and Bruce could stop there for a bit. Bruce could move around, and Danny could figure out his next move.

It was getting dark, he didn't want to be out in Gotham when it was dark. Shuffling, he moved the inside of his jacket to wrap around Bruce better. It was getting cold, too. Last winter with Bruce had been hellish - Bruce's liminality meant that Danny's immunity to the cold hadn't been passed down to him. Danny had spent all winter terrified that Bruce was going to get sick and die. He didn't want to go through that stress again, especially now that Bruce would be moving.

He hoped they could find new living arrangements soon.

---- dniwer eht klolc - clockwork's conversation ---

Laughing quietly as Bruce ran out of the room, Danny turned his attention back to the mirror, his fingers curled around the knot of his tie. They'd been planning this outing for weeks since the movie was first announced, and Danny wasn't going to let anything ruin tonight.

Humming under his breath, his hands fell from his tie and he steps back. They were leaving in half an hour, at best, but experience from the last six years has taught Danny that he wants to be ready before then.

In his reflection, the clock behind him stops ticking, and a wave of nothing washes over him, a subtle shift he's gotten used to that was the sensation of time stopping. Ticking, soft and coming from all four sides of the room, filled his ears.

Danny's smile drops. And behind him, Clockwork swirled into existence like a blackhole reversing its pull. "Don't go out tonight, Thomas." He says, his voice stern.

That wasn't happening.

He reaches up to push back a loose strand of hair out of his face. "Does something happen to Bruce, Clockwork?" He asks, his voice deceptively calm. That would be the only reason he would postpone tonight. If it endangered Bruce, then he would just have to break the news to him that they'd have to go tomorrow.

In the reflection, Clockwork's lips thinned, pressing together tersely. He looked tense, the grip on his staff was tight, tighter than Danny's seen it before in recent years. And it worried him a little.

Clockwork is silent for a few seconds, hesitant, before he finally speaks. "No, Bruce will be fine." He says, and uncharacteristic of him, he shuffles, "But--"

Ah, good then. Danny's smile returns briefly across his face. Then it could be something Danny can handle. "But nothing then, Clockwork." He says, interrupting the Ancient firmly. He leans back slightly to look over himself again in the mirror, before going to undo his tie. He's changed his mind about it.

"Boo has been looking forward to our movie all week, I'm not crushing his hopes by changing my mind last minute." In just a few seconds the tie was off his neck and tossed onto bed behind him. And Danny was reaching over the dresser beside him to grab a pearl necklace, he normally didn't wear it, it belonged to Mrs. Wayne and he inherited it after she and Mr. Wayne passed away last year. It wouldn't hurt to wear it for a special occasion like this.

Clockwork's lips tightened, and his shoulders tensed up. "Thomas," He says lowly, "Please."

...Clockwork never said please. Danny's never heard him say please in the last ten years he's known him. This... must have been pretty serious -- but, his core tugged at him. He couldn't cancel without finding the reason why. Bruce was so important to him, Danny couldn't break his heart with this without learning why. He wouldn't allow it, and neither would his core.

He hooks the necklace around his neck and turns to face Clockwork, frowning deeply. "Does something happen tonight?" If he knew the reason -- he just needed to know the reason.

Clockwork stares at him, and something that Danny can't catch appears across his face. "...I cannot tell you." He says after a long moment, his voice quiet.

That... is not the answer Danny wants. He won't cancel.

He frowns. "If something happens tonight..." He says slowly -- Clockwork said that Bruce is unharmed. That must mean Danny was able to handle it. He allows himself to smile reassuringly, and he steps forward to clap a hand on Clockwork's shoulder. "Then I will handle it, alright? I promise."

He gets no response back. Clockwork's expression unreadable as he nods silently - Danny's anxiety curls in his gut. He's being so unlike himself. But he shakes Clockwork's shoulder gently and steps around him, leaving the room.

After a minute, he feels time return to normal.

[aroaceleovaldez]

listen I know everybody makes Orpheus and Eurydice quest aus of Nico bringing Jason back BUT we already did Orpheus and Eurydice in canon like at least three times (Nico bringing Percy to the Styx, Nico bringing back Hazel, and Piper in general is Orpheus as an Argonaut) AND we are missing the much simpler canon-established method.

Remember the whole soul-trade thing Nico was doing in BoTL that got dropped completely? Even though it was like the entire subplot with Minos?

The requirement is a soul that has cheated death for a soul that has died. Now, quickly ignoring the convenient emperors running around who very much cheated death and the entire main conflict in TOA is Apollo trying to get rid of them. There are a ton of escaped souls from the whole Doors of Death/Thanatos getting captured thing. They're just kind of around. A lot of them were in the Giant Army but not all of them and a good number of them are random mortals and they're just. Somewhere.

So that's two loose plot threads: Nico is 100% fully aware of a completely Underworld-Legal method for bringing people back from the dead and there's an absolute ton of random souls-who-cheated-death running around who knows where completely unaddressed. Also, we know from BoO that Nico has changed his stance since BoTL and is now completely down for some murder.

Now, is there a very compelling plot within there about Nico and his sense of Underworld justice/Nico's morals and how he views the situation (insert the "That word ['please'] didn’t make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice." quote from BoO of Nico killing Bryce while he's begging for mercy here.) vs Jason's own sense of justice/morals and the knowledge that Nico 100% actually murdered somebody to bring him back. THAT'S FASCINATING. It's a good conflict for a story and it ties up loose threads! We don't need to invent new mechanics the worldbuilding writes the plot all on it's own.

[helcef]

Keegs

Couldn’t decide between versions so here’s all of them

[smoke-and-silver]

The other ghouls forget to warn Phantom that the Sisters of Sin have a funny way of welcoming new summons and when Mountain and Rain find him tied to a pillar surrounded by the nuns with one of them riding him hard they exchange a brief "Didn't you tell him?" "I thought you did."

Phantom nearly sobs as another orgasm is wrenched out of him, clearly overstimulated, and only has a moment to recover before another nun is climbing onto him.

[vidkun]

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[ivymarquis]

Kinktober Day 1

Am I late? Yes. Should that surprise anyone? No. I'll try to catch up

Pairing| Ghost x F!Reader Word Count| 1.3k Kinks| Collaring + Pegging Content/Warnings| Collaring, pegging, strap on, F!dom, spit, heavy feels

The power this man willingly hands over to her is addictive.

He’s no shrinking violet at an impressive 6’4 and 270lbs. She can’t physically force him to do anything he doesn’t already want to do. And yet he’s so eager to give her everything. 

All she wants is for him to be able to relax into her grip and let go.

“I have a present for you,” she tells him as they return to her flat after an evening out. The buzz she’s earned is wearing off, the pair of them more interested in watching the game than their pints. 

She knows he already likely knows what it is. He’d been so excited when she’d wrapped the fabric measurer around his neck to get a gauge of what size she’d need to order.

He doesn’t comment but watches keenly as she moves further into the flat, fishing out the box. The packaging is lovely- the box is nice and sleek, though still a good size given what it contains.

The smell of leather is tangible as he removes the lid. Warmth and affection coil in her gut at the way his eyes widen ever so slightly at what is inside. 

He’d known what it was before she’d handed it to him. He’s not surprised by the gift, but clearly now that he’s seeing it he’s pleased with the finished product presented to him. 

The collar is custom made- thick, heavy leather with sturdy hardware. A solid buckle ensures the collar will stay in place until it’s removed by her, and the sturdy D ring gives her a designated tie off spot when she wants to restrain him. 

He’s quiet and contemplative as she gestures for him to kneel at her feet.

He sits like a statue as she wraps the collar around his neck, and it does not escape her notice how he shivers at the bite of her nails against the skin- he doesn’t twitch or flinch away from the contact. If anything, as the smell of freshly oiled leather fills the space, he relaxes into her hold.

That’s all she wants. The way he’ll relax against her, the tension melting from his shoulders.

He’s ‘on’ all the time. At work he has an image to maintain- the dauntless Lieutenant Ghost who’s defied death more times than anyone has a right to. At home he still struggles with setting Ghost aside and just being Simon. Even then there’s always an edge lurking under the surface. A threat that could arrive at any moment and force Ghost to reappear.

Loving Simon means loving all of him, and that means learning to embrace the quirks and idiosyncrasies that accompany a man who is slowly learning to separate himself from the shield he’s crafted to protect himself.

Much like how when he dons the mask he becomes the reserved, taciturn lieutenant- as soon as the leather of his collar slides through the clasp of the buckle it’s like a switch flips and Simon can finally relax.

He’s putty in her hands, absolutely trusting and vulnerable and exposed.

The leather is soft, molding to the girth of his neck well. Sliding the excess through the keeper she slips two fingers between the collar and his neck, giving a slight tug to ensure a proper fit.

His trust is not something that she takes lightly, and strives to prove that she is worthy of it.

All she wants is for him to relax, to let go, and let someone else (preferably her) worry about the finer details for just a while.

And she gets her wish in the best way possible with him on his back.

It was a learning curve for the both of them- fumbling, sloppy attempts eventually letting them get their feet underneath themselves.

But oh the look of bliss on his face when she’d learned how to rock her hips just right to get the strap on to rub against his prostate? The sound that escapes him when she does?

He’d been so embarrassed, face flushed red and eyes glassy.

She’d soothed him, leaning forward to pepper his face in kisses. “It’s okay, baby- I got you. Relax for me. I just want you to feel good.”

But God he just looks so pretty taking her strap. Thighs pulled up and splayed open, giving her as much room to work as she needs. She wants to see them twitching.

He’s a big boy all over, his erection straining neglected and untouched as her hips cant against his.

Her hands can’t quite settle- roaming from teasing his nipples to dragging her nails lightly down his abdomen. Grabbing his hips for better leverage before trailing up and down his leg. She takes note of each reaction, what seems to ramp him up most and focusing on that deliberately before letting her hands wander on purpose- the sharp, spoiled look of why’d you stop written across his face making her bark out a laugh.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop being mean,” Well that wasn’t entirely true- but rather than being content to just let him enjoy the ride she shifts her focus to actively trying to get him to finish.

She raises a hand to his mouth, palm facing him. He doesn’t need the verbal instruction to know what she wants, spitting onto her hand on cue.

That same hand wraps around the length of him, finally paying attention to that one part of his body she’d been deliberately ignoring.

Her hips thrust in at the same moment she takes him in hand, knocking a sharp grunt out of him.

“I wanna hear it, baby. You sound so pretty taking my cock.” He moans at that, a sound that has her belly twisting into delicious knots.

She knows now the pace he likes- the right amount of force from her hips, the right pressure of her hand wrapped around his cock. She uses that knowledge to make him sing for her. Low, rumbled moans she can almost feel as much as she can hear with each wet thrust.

“Right there? You like that?” she teases like the answer isn’t abundantly clear.

“Yes,” he hisses back at her, “Fu-fuck. Don’t stop!”

So she doesn’t. He’s been dribbling precum long before she’s touched him. He’s making a mess of himself now and from how his thighs have tensed and started twitching he can’t be that far off.

All she wants to see is that glazed, fucked out look on his face that he gets after she’s finished with him. She’s getting her kicks when her clit knocks against the strap on just right, but her pleasure isn’t at the forefront of her mind and not what she’s worrying about at the moment.

“Come on baby, show me- I wanna see you cum.” It takes a few more thrusts of her hips and strokes of her hand before he’s there, biting out Fuck- please- fucking hell. But he’s there and she gets everything she wants with that star gazing look on his face, like she’s hung the moon just for him.

It’s a different kind of vulnerability- the trust he’d given her to allow them both to try something- in particular something that left him as the more vulnerable party. Now that trust has morphed into the firm security that she will not lead him astray and will not do him wrong.

It’s a faith she hopes to never compromise. It is heavy and important and sacred and if anything happened to it?

It would break her just as much as it would him.

She hates taking the collar off of him. She’s the one who puts it on him, who flips the switch that tells him he can relax. So naturally when she takes it off it feels like she’s the one who’s flipping the switch again. That he needs to be ‘on’ and ready for anything once again.

She will- eventually. She has to. But for now she contents herself with soothing him through the come down of hormones flooding him, reassuring with words and touches before parting to help clean up.

But for now, the collar stays on just a little while longer.

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

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[thisteaistoosweet]

Cahara but if he was a contestant of the termina festival.

(Made for an enlightened cahara au)

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Points at you. 10 and/or 11 for starstruck?

Two starstruck asks,,,,,,joy of joys,,

Part of an ask game linked here.

#10. What's an au you have for them?

Since them meeting at all is technically an AU i have 3 different ways that they do meet up. There's the one where Juniper ends up with the agency/adjacent to and ends up working with Reggie (have written a fic with this). The next one is Juniper surviving but basically going stealth and living as normal of a life as he can and ending up meeting Reggie through chance (most recent fic I've written). And then there's my personal favourite where Reginald "You're lucky my tracking skills are still up to snuff" Crane keeping himself busy after Phoenix was MIA and finding Juniper still alive (fic I want to write but haven't started mainly because it may end up multi chapter).

In terms of more AU canon bending taking them and putting them in a completely unrelated situation...I have a guilty pleasure Warrior Cats AU for IEYTD in general. Both JJ and Reggie have perfect warrior cats suffixes in their names already (Juniper and Crane) so they're called Junipersong (charcoal bengal) and Craneflight (tabby Norwegian forest cat). It's very silly but the amount of scenes I have in my mind for it...good lord...

#11. How was their first kiss like?

Augh my friend Imp wrote an absolutely excellent fic about it (tragically in the realm of unfinished Google docs) and I'm shaking their hand about it so hard. Basically Juniper kissing Reggie but he like wasn't ready/fully expecting it and Juniper absolutely panicking because he thinks he's misread every interaction between them both since they got closer. The second one is much sweeter though,,

[bigshotautos]

ENLARGE YOURSELF

[cinnamon-phrog]

So bandwagons, amiright?

[apoligies to any poor soul who encounters this in their fandom/interest tag(s), this is the first and only time I will add this many 'proper' tags I just wanna make more friends!!!]

[alexgalaxyboo]

A British a Scottish and an Austrian man walk into a Great Gatsby themed New Year's Eve party.

Aka, Ghost, Soap and König in the latest chapter of Gasoline In Your Heart, by the wonderful @whispermask.

[gh0stgarbage]

One reason I like tumblr over Twitter is that ALL memes on Twitter last a week at best aside from some reaction memes. Tumblr ALWAYS has some sort of long form memes, the Destiel meme being two years old and still relevant among many other, older ones

[boos-day]

Fashion is fake. The rules are made up. Wear what makes you feel like you!

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