#i... kinda refuse

[msue0027]

In bbc merlin you hear all the time about the Old Religion - which implies existence of the New Religion. Only recently i worked out what it's ought to be.

It's Christianity.

[demonicsuffrage]

It's a pretty sweet headcanon that Bruce has photos of his kids that he keeps with him at all times, in his trusty bat-wallet in the trusty bat-utility belt, but the story of how he got those photos is probably even better

Like, baby robin Dick was swinging around one day, and flipped right into Bruce's arms who was anxiously waiting to catch him(new parents smh). Alfred took the picture sneakily, because it's hard getting the hyperactive child acrobat to ever stay still

Jason's photo is the one that they took at the courthouse when Jason was officially adopted. He has a gap tooth and is smiling widely at the camera, adoption certificate proudly displayed in his hands

Tim's photo is one that Bruce found in tim's old camera while going through it, and one rare Tim selfie popped up, bowl cut and all. He's holding up a victory sign while discreetly trying to pose in front of Batman and Robin

Cass' photo is one that Alfred clicked, she's fast asleep next to Bruce on the sofa, tired after patrol, their expressions and postures identical, biological child both in and out of the costume

Duke's photo is one that he had before being adopted into the Waynes, when his parents had taken a photo of him shaking hands with Bruce Wayne, for a fundraiser photo-op that Bruce was doing. Duke looked so excited and happy in it, that Bruce demanded a copy for himself

Damian's photo is the one which him and Bruce took for a 'Bring your kid to work day' very soon after Talia dropped him off at Gotham. His and Bruce's relationship is still a little rocky, but the way Damian was subtly trying his best to copy Bruce's stance in the photo made it's place in Bruce's wallet permanent

[starlumi]

messin around w different ways to draw fundy... v versatile Lad

(plus cwil to ig..)

[remxedmoon]

yeah i don’t really know how we got here either.

hey uh. something occurred???? so yesterday i decided to try and resprite ralsei for funsies and i got really carried away. there’s 16 of these now. my friends are actively on their way to grab and shake me like orange juice. i have no self control.

this was partially a style test? i’ve got to get to the isat redraw sprites at some point (i promise i haven’t completely dropped the project) and i didn’t really like how Derivative the old mockups were? i wanted to figure out my pixel art style! and i think these helped! so that’s a win in my books. anyways go my sprites. there’s two because i didn’t have room for chara.

[dottysdokis]

i'm not seeing any posts about it here yet, but they solved the silas birchtree riddle on reddit and there's some pretty juicy lore! first, entering "paranoid" backwards nets this conspiracy board:

then, from the black letters in the corners of some of the pages people pieced together the code "connect the dots", backwards again, gets a whopping 12 page chapter about the ciphertology cult! it's...something.

so in summary, bill puppeted a guy's corpse, became a cult leader, seemingly married over a hundred people, mass-possessed his followers, tried to get them to build his portal. his lone dissenter was a spinster who made anti-bill chick tracts and started a fire. a waco-style shootout ensued, killing silas' already-rotting corpse a second time in a disturbingly detailed manner. at some point he made some of his followers drink the kool-aid too.

entering the lady's name, emmaline butternubbins, into the computer finally gets you the reward for solving all the riddles: hd wallpapers of various graphics from the book of bill. but frankly this is more interesting and fucked up to me.

(alt text under cut, wip)

[Image 1: A cluttered conspiracy board centered on Bill Cipher. Red string and pins connect various newspaper clippings, photos, drawings and pamphlets.]

[Image 2: A history-book style chapter page. Header "LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS."

"Have you ever heard of Orchard Lake, Kansas? Chances are you haven't. It was erased from every map, book, and historical record, and the US Government's official position on it is "stop calling us or we'll send a drone to your house." (I learned this the hard way.) But if you drive to the exact latitude and longitude of you'll see bullet casings, faded billboards, and bow ties strewn across the desert sands.

That's because Orchard Lake had another name before it was wiped off the record: BillVille.

CHAPTER 3: BillVille

The First Cult In History That Was Right

FIG A: A tumbillweced

As a historian of esoteric religions, I thought I'd discovered the strangest sects America had yct to offer (see "Chapter 3: Kevin's Gate") but that all changed when I found the following items tucked away in an old trunk in an estate sale on the out- skirts of Bootstrap, Missouri."]

[lotus-pear]

the day i picked up dazai or smth idk i've never read it

[magicpiano]

Bruce Wayne had a child that was somehow kidnapped right out of the hospital just hours after being born. He of them ever stopped looking despite how cold the trail had grown.

Years later there is some rouge attack and a civilian child was injured and taken to the hospital. Bruce does a DNA test on the blood found at the scene and concludes that the child is actually his long lost kid.

Dani was planning to sneak out of the hospital the moment the doctors stopped looking at her. Then Bruce Wayne of all people comes in and claims that she is his long lost child. She knows that this is very impossible because she is a clone, but Bruce won't listen to her and she really doesn't want to explain the clone thing to a "normal" stranger.

This does brings up a lot of questions about how Danny ended up living with the Fentons though.

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Love how it's now "pathologizing" to put a name to your illnesses and disabilities and to connect them to your behaviors in any way. This is definitely a great change we've made in neurodivergent circles, absolutely no risk of taking away people's ability to advocate for themselves or discuss their conditions or find people like them. There will be no negative effect whatsoever from telling people that publicly naming their experiences as anything other than vague symptoms is somehow toxic, I'm sure.

[withlovemark]

“green eyed monster”

synopsis -> “Hii, can I request smut with kinda jealous Mark? pls🤍” [requested]

an: posting this separately bcs i got carried away and i realized i have a weakness for jealous! mark (spare me pls im ovulating)

warnings: jealousyyy!!! crude language, use of slut and whore, oral (f receiving), fingering, spanking, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight exhibitionism, he cums in your mouth, mark is trying to make a point

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mark knew it wasn’t your fault. you were naturally captivating and after gushing about you for months, of course the boys completely loved you.

but right now, you were sitting way too close to jeno, your skirt riding a little too high on your thigh, laughing a little too loudly over some stupid joke haechan said.

if it was any other situation, mark would’ve been the first to throw his head back in laughter. instead, he’s stuck, frozen in place, standing across the room, watching it all go down.

jaemin whispers something in your ear, making you blush and that was your boyfriend’s final straw, every ounce of self restraint he had breaking in a second.

striding across the room, hand instantly in yours, he practically dragged you out of the boys’ dressing room. you send a quick wave to the startled boys, feet hurriedly following your boyfriend’s large footsteps and into the empty dressing room right next door.

“is everything okay?,” you asked, voice laced with concern as you looked your boyfriend up and down, completely oblivious to the green eyed monster sitting on his shoulders.

he scoffs, dropping your hand, “you looked like you were having fun,” he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall.

“the boys are really funny, now i know why you’re always laughing with them,” not entirely sure why you felt like you were suddenly defending yourself.

“really funny, huh?,”

“mark, what’s wrong?,”

“what did jaemin say?,” he rolls his eyes as you finally catch on to the change of his behavior.

“oh my god, are you jealous?,” you try to hide your smirk. your boyfriend has sworn before that he’s not the jealous type, so to say you were enjoying this was an understatement.

“nu-uh, you don’t get to turn this around, you think it’s okay for me to watch my girl blush over another man?,”

“well, what jaemin said was really sweet,” you decide to push his buttons further. loving the way his voice dropped an octave deeper, the way he was currently biting his lips, eyebrows furrowed, the way his biceps were currently protruding under his shirt as he crossed his arms.

“say his fucking name again, i swear to god,” he curses, eyes darkening and you know now how much trouble you were in but you refuse to back down.

“yeah? what are you gonna do about it?,” you rile him up, challenging him.

in a second, he closes the distance, completely trapping you against the wall. his leg finds it’s way in the space between yours, skirt hitching up as his thigh presses into your cunt. you fight back the moan daring to leave your lips at the pressure of his weight.

his hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you really want to play this game? huh?,” he snarls, anger radiating off of his usual calm aura.

he gives you a chance to back out, a chance to calm him down.

you don’t.

“i don’t understand what the big deal is,” you say, continuing to stand your ground, excitement pooling in your panties at your boyfriend’s sudden change in behavior.

“the big deal is you’re mine,” he pronunciates every word sharply, making sure you get it through your head as his hand found its way under your panties, your skirt giving him easier access. he brutally attacks your pussy, fingers sliding up and down your folds, circling your clit.

a dark laugh escapes from his chest, “you fucking slut,” never losing eye contact, “you’re fucking enjoying this aren’t you?,” he grunts as he shoves two digits in your hole with absolutely no warning, “little whore, got this wet for another guy?,” his eyebrows furrow, betrayal flashing in his eyes as you try to keep your eyes open. every thrust of his finger making it harder to do so.

“n-no mark, only for you,” you manage to slip out in between choked breaths, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders.

“you like when i’m mad?,” your pussy confirms his realization, tightening around his digits and mark can’t help but scoff.

“d-don’t stop,” you beg, whining. he was curling his fingers right where you needed him the most and it felt so so so good. the added dirty talk turning you on so much more than you would like to admit.

“i should stop,” mark says but he doesn’t – loving the way you are currently falling apart with just his fingers, “what makes you think you deserve to cum?”

you furiously shake your head no, afraid he would deny you the orgasm you were desperately chasing “p-please don’t stop markie,” you rut your hips against his fingers, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach “i’ll do a-anything you want,” you cry out.

“anything, huh?,” his gaze darkens and all you can do is nod.

“okay, baby,” a devilish smirk appears on his lips, “why don’t you give them a show? let all the boys know this pussy is mine,” he grunts, landing a slap on your core, making you jump.

in one swift motion, your boyfriend was on his knees, head under your skirt as he removes the cotton barrier, quickly shoving your panties in his pocket and replacing it with the warmth of his tongue, immediately lapping around your sensitive bud.

“oh my god, mark!” you moan out, so loudly, eyes rolling back. it was undeniable that the boys in that other room could definitely hear you. you feel your boyfriend’s lips twitch into a smile against your heated core before his tongue continues sucking your clit, licking and blowing, fingers finding their place back in your hole, hitting that spot that only had room for his name.

you pull up your skirt, wanting to see him as you gripped his hair tightly, trying to ground yourself. mark looks up at you with his big brown eyes, a glint of playfulness twinkling in them and the sight of your boyfriend on his knees was enough to send you crashing down, “i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming,” you whine, your voice raising in pitch each time until all you had left was a breathy moan, jaw going slack as you lost the ability to speak, your orgasm completely washing over you.

mark doesn’t stop there.

turning you around and bending you over the couch. he lands a slap on your ass, loud and red, making you whine in both pleasure and pain as you battle the feeling of getting lost in your orgasm and reality.

“oh c’mon, i know you can be louder than that,” he whispers in your ear, before slapping the other cheek, so hard you were sure his handprint left a mark making you cry out in please, wanting more, your ass nudging at the bulge in his pants.

“tsk, tsk, so fucking desperate, what do you want?” he darkly chuckles, large hands gripping your ass.

“y-your cock,” you managed to whisper.

“louder baby, they won’t hear you like that,” he grips your hair back, arching you towards him as he whispers in your ear, fingers harshly rubbing your clit but it wasn’t enough. you needed him. and you needed him now.

“your cock, mark! i want your cock, please!,” you plead, tears brimming in your eyes at the hold he had on you, desperation laced in every whimper.

“good girl,” he smirks, before shoving you back down, the sound of his zipper following and without any further warning, he roughly slams into you, making your back arch, a guttural moan escaping past your lips.

your boyfriend’s pace was relentless and unforgiving. slamming into you with a thrust so powerful you swore it was going to break your back. but god, it felt so good. the curve of his dick follows the curve of your pussy, hitting your spot every single time without any complications. you can already feel your second orgasm coming to a close, it was ridiculous how much his dick was perfectly made for you. almost like he was designed for you.

“you think anyone else can fuck you this good,” he growls as if he can read your mind, “think any one of them can make you cum like i do,” his hand make it’s way to your abused clit once again, rubbing harsh circles and you can’t help but roll your eyes backwards, voice muffled by the couch below you as incoherent noises slipped past your lips. your second orgasm taking over your entire body. heat traveling all the way down to your toes as your fingers gripped the edge of the couch.

but mark wasn’t done proving his point.

he turns you around, as he hovers above you. he completely discards your skirt, throwing it somewhere across the room, as he harshly pulls down your shirt and bra, letting your breasts hit the cold air before he latches on to your sensitive nipples, biting and sucking. your body responding to every little touch he left behind. mind still reeling from your previous orgasms.

he wasn’t giving you time to breathe or process anything that just happened as he brought your legs up to your shoulders, sliding in smoothly, juices making it easy for him to thrust in and out.

this new angle has him hitting you even deeper, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. his pace was slow, steady. loving the way he could see the tip of his cock move inside you.

“think they can make love to you this sweetly, baby?” he says before his lips connect with yours, swallowing every moan you give him. mark didn’t want the boy’s to hear these ones. these sweet, angelic moans that were only reserved for his ears.

“give me one more, baby,” he whispers against your lips as his tongue continues to work its magic in yours. hands roaming all over you, sending warmth throughout every fiber of your being.

you were past the point of no return, so cock drunk you don’t even realize you were cumming again until you were gripping his back, leaving scratches behind.

your boyfriend grunts against your lips, his own release hitting him like a truck. he pulls out, quickly forcing your mouth open as he pumped himself down your throat. you forced yourself to swallow his hot release, groans of pleasure coming from him, eyes rolling back, before laying down right next to you, somehow fitting in this tiny couch.

he turns to you, gently tapping your cheek once, pulling you back down with him, your eyes fluttering open, “you okay?,” he asks sweetly as you hum happily, curling into him like a cat, a satisfied grin on your face, still caught in between your daze and the feeling of your boyfriend’s skin right next to you.

“by the way,” you croak out, clearing your throat, trying to find your voice, “jaemin said you and me were perfect for each other, that’s why i was blushing,” you look up at him with those innocent eyes, not missing the way his eyes widened in embarrassment.

“oh my god, baby…” he says. realization hitting him in the face as the blush crept up to his neck, you were so fucking dirty. but then his previous actions catches up to him, the way he roughly manhandled you, the words he called you replaying in his mind and the fact that he secretly enjoyed every single second of it.

what does that say about him?

[hypewinter]

Danny can no longer Go Ghost. Oh his powers work perfectly fine, but whenever he tries to transform, it seems as if the universe itself is screaming and begging him to not transform

So he goes to Clockwork who explains that Phantom has simply grown too powerful and that Danny simply needs to empower someone to act in his stead like an avatar

Unfortunately, Danny can't really choose anyone he knows. Tucker is not responsible with powers and the less is said about an empowered Sam, the better

It'd be absolutely hilarious if the avatar gets selected via a tournament arc. I imagine it wasn't Danny's idea but he was taking too long since he didn't want to burden anyone with this responsibility leading to the Observants deciding they'll take care of it. Cue all of Earth's heroes being summoned to an arena and told to fight until a victor is crowned. Really? This again? They all collectively groan. Meanwhile Danny is blissfully unaware of what's going on as he's back at the Clocktower trying to figure out the best candidate (the Observants thought they'd gain favor if they just surprised him with a new avatar).

I'm not honestly too sure how the tournament itself would turn out. Maybe the heroes would go along with it until they could figure out just what the reason for the tournament is this time. Maybe they would immediately jump to revolt. Punch first, ask questions later and all that. I could go either way to be honest.

All I really want is for the heroes to bust down the door and confront Danny about this whole tournament, ready to take down another crazy in power, only for this painful sleep deprived child to blink up at them, "What tournament?"

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes

[khanjarangel]

FINEEE i'll draw your stupid greek mythology people

[purarupu]

mashle rkgk

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Had this Headcannon that when Multi-Lingual Dick and Jason get drunk they start singing Ballads in Spanish. Yeah some classical shit like Vicente Fernandez but also the most wild Selena you've ever heard.

[zillychu]

Consider for a moment: A slow-burn identity reveal “no one knows” AU with an emphasis on ghosts being taken seriously as an actual, world-changing threat.

Ghosts are treated as an exceedingly dangerous, but unavoidable force of nature. They can come and go without warning, through naturally occurring spontaneous portals. They're territorial, driven only by obsession and hunger for the living. Particularly powerful ghosts are on par with natural disasters.

Life goes on because there's simply no other option. All major buildings have varying levels of ghost shields, some stronger than others. Just about everyone has some form of personal shield, weapon, or general deterrent. For the most part, humanity takes this apocalypse in stride, barely keeping it all together because there's just enough safety to keep them all sane.

Which is why the rumors of Phantom being able to fully mimic a human body incites panic in Amity.

Phantom was already a nightmare as it was–one of the most powerful and intelligent ghosts on record. His territorial fights with other ghosts for haunting (hunting) grounds in Amity have made global news several times already. Powerful ghosts could appear more human–but to think he was transforming down to a cellular level? Hiding among them? Bypassing ghost shields and alarms? Picking them off one by one?

The focus is mostly with Lancer's class, and how the school deals with this new threat on top of everything else. Everyone is a suspect, no one is safe, and Danny Fenton in particular gets slowly more and more exhausted, apathetic, and… unnerving.

The stress, the lack of sleep, the fighting, no one to turn to, not even his best friends or family–it takes a toll on him. Starving himself doesn't help, but he refuses to do more than take small bites from the ambient life energy and emotion of the living around him. Nothing that won't actually do lasting harm. He begins to slip up more and more, which Sam and Tucker begin to notice but haven't quite connected the dots yet.

But, well. What else can Danny do when Pariah Dark comes knocking on Amity’s doorstep, and his whole class is in the line of fire?

[bruciemilf]

Maybe it’s just me sobbing over Neal Illustrator’s hauntingly gorgeous animatic of Just a Man, but do you think Odysseus is tormented by nightly hallucinations of baby Astyanax?

He’s not crying, he’s not screaming. He’s just giggling. A lot.

Bright, rosy cheeked, blonde like the sands on Aphrodite’s beaches, (Bright enough to be remembered, not bright enough to save him) chunky tiny arms reaching out, to be hugged and cuddled and played with.

Sometimes, in the worst times, Odysseus feels him crawl on his chest, laughing cheek nestled on his beard, seeking a warmth dead things can’t have. He thinks of Telemachus, how he would’ve wept.

His men do hear the sobbing, the screams, begging for an atonement that will never come. They just learn to overlook it.