Every single corpse, skeleton, or other human remains that was not properly buried under their own name, murdered and/or had unfinished business in the whole of Gotham (including the bay) gets up and claws themselves out of their dumping ground. The living watch in horror as green glowing zombies swarm the streets and start to gather at Gothams cemeteries…
There they each get a green “hello my name is…” name tag and a (actually rather professional looking) complaint form from one of the floating tables, fill it out, search for a free spot, lie down and stop glowing.
Danny (who would tell you that he is not a necromancer) is just glad that now all these shades can finally stopp bothering him about solving their problems.
Say hello to my little con artist- I mean completely legit and not at all bullshitting their way through this Lamb!
The basic premise is that instead of an innocent, sweet symbol of purity as one might expect out of a sacrificial lamb, The Lamb is… just sort of a guy?? That landed in this spot “on accident.” They don’t know what’s going on and they’re very stressed. They get the hang of it though… eventually :’)
That awkward moment when you want more people to write for wlw ships because most tags are under 10 000 fics however you yourself struggle to finish a chapter of any fanfic you think of because the voices in your head keep screaming that you're a terrible writer.
Something something- I’m very insane about these pirates- blah blah blah- they deserve to have comfort and be soft- mememememe- I’m very happy about this piece :)!!!
Fucking hell. You’re all great and lovely and whatever but fucking seriously, third time I’ve had to make this post because it’s genuinely annoying.
Stop just messaging me just so we can sext, don’t say hi and then follow up with asking if I want to use you, I don’t. I seriously don’t. You’ll know if I’m interested in sexting you, trust me. Quit using me to get off or I’m just gonna start replying with messages that will absolutely kill your hard-on, or just close my DM’s.
Please.
I’m fine with sexting, but some of you will literally message me about how you ‘don’t care about feeling good’ and ‘you just want me to use you and have a good time’ or whatever when I know all you messaged me for was your own orgasm. No foreplay. No aftercare. You’re rude. It also just makes me really tired and not want to post on here.
You wanna be a good little toy for me? You want to be my pretty, well behaved little puppy? Then listen.
If we are mutuals and message often, this is not about you.
okay okay Imagine Camelot under uther but magic is still legal juust under constant scrunity, uther dislikes it and does not trust it at all but he'd be an idiot if he didn't use it to his advantage, cue Arthur receiving training from Balinor and the existance of this weekly awkward and full of spite meeting. (does balinor truly adore arthur? maybe but maybe he did it just to spite Uther)