#pretend city

[batmanego]

friend server has changed our nicknames to various things you might find in a haunted house or whatnot so whenever one of us has a tough time it produces really good sentences such as “keep going you can do it creepy spider” and “terrifying shadow i hope you feel better soon” and “thank you sinister glow you’re always there for me”

[sourscratched]

unsleeping misc

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - San Fransokyo

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 262

Pondering Ghosts are Dragons, and just rotating each design in my head I have for them. That is the ghosts we see in the show more than just once or twice lol. Just pondering each of them and potential types and descriptions and how the people of Amity see them, as they’re used to the dragons around, vs say someone from Outside, crossover or no, who are Not used to the maybe slightly eldritch undeath interdimensional dragons around everywhere. 

That is not normal for other people. 

To the Amity Parkers? Boxy is simply a chonky dragon with small boxy wings and covered in blue scales. To people just coming into the city, it’s like seeing a giant komodo dragon when you’re just walking home- not something you exactly want to see and something that is dangerous. 

Kitty’s and Johnny’s weekly relationship tussle? Par for the course really. But to visitors? Two giant wyverns tearing into each other, shimmering greens that could be scales, could be tendrils, and shadows lengthening and thrashing like a living beast all its own. 

And this is just the small dragonlings, not even beginning with larger ones like Pandora and Fright Knight, chill as they may be. 

Outsiders don’t understand that they’re more than just animals. Amity is used to this, but people who have no clue what’s going on? They don’t.

They call the police, the heroes, the government, for help, for answers. And that? That the GIW can use. 

[wasabidottie]

Since you asked... recently been thinking about being in a club or bar or something and you're just not into the guy hitting you up. Maybe he started getting creepy or maybe it's something different and you do that thing where you're like "There you are baby" and get close to Schlatt and stuff? I might not be explaining this great but there you go

Can i buy you a drink? | jschlatt

a/n: yesss thank you so much for this request !!! i love this trope :)) hope i did it justice

The bass of the music pulsed through the floor, vibrating up your legs as you stood near the bar. Neon lights flickered, illuminating the sea of people dancing under dim, colorful hues. The atmosphere was thick with the heat of too many bodies and the scent of spilled alcohol. You were nursing a drink, half-heartedly, more out of habit than enjoyment. You hadn't come here to get drunk or even dance—just a night out with friends who had long since disappeared into the crowd, leaving you at the bar.

That’s when he showed up.

You noticed him from the corner of your eye first. Leaning in closer than necessary, the strong scent of cologne mixed with something unidentifiable wafted toward you. He was good-looking, sure—slicked-back hair, crisp shirt unbuttoned a little too far down, exposing a chain you could bet was more for show than sentiment. But the way he looked at you, like you were something to be won, sent a chill up your spine.

He leaned in close, his voice low and smooth, dripping with intent. "You come here often?"

Classic. You smiled politely, taking a sip of your drink, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t.

"You know, you look like you could use some company. Someone to really show you a good time," he continued, his eyes scanning you in a way that made you feel exposed. The way he spoke—like this was some sort of game he was playing, and you were the prize at the end—turned your stomach.

You shifted, trying to subtly angle yourself away, but he didn’t let up. His hand slid onto the bar next to you, fingers tapping like he had all the time in the world to wait for you to cave.

"You’re too pretty to be here all alone," he said, his tone growing a little more insistent, like he could sense your discomfort and chose to ignore it. “What do you say I buy you a drink?”

You forced another tight smile, shaking your head. “No, thanks. I’m good.”

But he didn’t take the hint. He moved a step closer, his breath now warm against your ear. "C’mon, baby. Don’t be shy."

Your grip tightened on your glass. Every inch of you screamed to get away from this guy, but it was like he had some radar for women trying to escape him. He leaned in further, his shoulder brushing yours, trapping you between him and the bar. Your heart raced, not with excitement, but with the creeping anxiety of being cornered.

You scanned the room desperately for an escape. Your friends were nowhere in sight, and the crowd was too thick to easily slip away unnoticed. That’s when you saw him—a tall figure, standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, scanning the room with disinterest. He wasn’t paying attention to you, at least not yet, but he looked like your only shot.

Without thinking, you acted.

“There you are, baby!” you called out, your voice louder than usual as you pushed off from the bar, practically throwing yourself into the stranger’s space.

The guy's eyebrows shot up in surprise as you grabbed his arm and pressed yourself into his side, looking up at him with the most convincing, overly affectionate smile you could muster. You clung to him, gripping the sleeve of his jacket as though you’d known him for years.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” you added, your voice sweet but laced with an edge, your eyes darting nervously back toward the creep at the bar.

The stranger—Schlatt, as you'd come to know him later—looked down at you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. For a split second, you feared he might blow your cover, push you away, or worse, expose your little act for what it was. But then something clicked in his eyes, and his mouth curved into a smirk.

“There you are,” he said, playing along, his voice deep and rough around the edges. He slung an arm casually over your shoulders, pulling you in a little closer. “Thought you were gonna leave me hangin’.”

The creep’s face fell instantly, his bravado deflating like a balloon. He glanced between you and Schlatt, trying to gauge if this was real or not. You could almost see the calculations running through his mind, the gears turning as he tried to figure out if it was worth the effort to keep pushing.

Schlatt leaned down, his breath warm near your ear as he muttered low, so only you could hear, “You in trouble, sweetheart?”

You nodded, barely perceptibly, not wanting to break the act.

Schlatt straightened up, his expression hardening as he turned his gaze back to the creep. “Something I can help you with, buddy?”

The guy faltered, his confidence wavering. “Nah, man. Didn’t realize she was with you.”

“Yeah, well, now you know.” Schlatt’s voice was sharp, edged with something dangerous that made even you tense up. His arm tightened around your shoulders, the gesture protective without being overbearing.

The creep raised his hands in mock surrender, backing away with a fake smile. “All good, man. Didn’t mean to step on your toes.”

Schlatt didn’t respond, just watched with narrowed eyes as the guy slinked back into the crowd, finally losing interest. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted as the guy disappeared from sight.

Schlatt kept his arm around you for a moment longer, as if making sure the creep didn’t have any second thoughts about coming back. The warmth of his body next to yours was oddly reassuring, even though you were still on edge from the whole encounter. Slowly, you stepped away, exhaling in relief as you placed a bit of space between you.

"Thanks for that," you muttered, awkwardly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I didn’t mean to rope you into—"

He cut you off with a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Nah, don’t worry about it. You looked like you needed the assist."

You glanced back toward the bar where the guy had been, now completely gone. The knot in your stomach loosened, but there was still a tinge of unease lingering beneath your skin. You’d been out before, dealt with the usual drunk guys who didn’t understand boundaries, but this one had been different. Slimy. Like he enjoyed watching you squirm.

Schlatt took a step back, stuffing his hands into his pockets casually. He didn’t seem like the type to linger for long, but before he could say anything else, you blurted out, "Can I buy you a drink? You know, as a thank you?"

His eyebrows raised slightly, surprise flickering in his dark eyes before he smirked. "I’m not one to turn down free booze."

You smiled, grateful for the easy way he deflected any awkwardness. You turned back toward the bar, signaling the bartender before leaning against the counter, feeling Schlatt’s presence beside you.

"What’ll it be?" you asked, glancing up at him. He was taller than you expected, and up close, his broad shoulders and relaxed stance gave off the impression that nothing in the world could bother him.

"Whiskey. Neat."

Of course. You nodded to the bartender, ordering a whiskey for him and another drink for yourself. The bar was still busy, people pushing in on either side of you, but you felt a little more grounded now that the creep was gone and Schlatt was beside you. He didn’t say much, just observed the room with a quiet intensity, like he was always a step ahead of whatever was going on around him.

The bartender slid the drinks toward you, and you handed one to Schlatt. He took it with a nod, raising it slightly in thanks before taking a sip.

"So, do you make a habit of rescuing random girls from sleazeballs?" you asked, half-joking as you swirled the liquid in your own glass.

Schlatt chuckled, a low, rough sound that made the corners of your lips twitch upward. "Only the ones that look like they need it," he replied, glancing sideways at you. His gaze lingered for a beat longer than expected, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the edges when he smiled.

"Well, lucky me," you said, taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol burned down your throat, but it was a welcome distraction from the adrenaline still buzzing in your veins.

Schlatt looked around the club, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, then back at you. "You here with friends?"

You nodded. "Yeah, they kinda… disappeared into the dance floor about an hour ago." You laughed a little, though it sounded more tired than you intended. "They’re probably having a good time. I was just trying to avoid getting stuck out there."

He grinned. "Not much of a dancer?"

You shook your head. "Not when it’s this packed. And not when people like that guy are around."

Schlatt shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "Can’t blame you. Most of these places are just a breeding ground for idiots."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

For a moment, you just stood there, the music pounding in the background as you shared an easy silence. Schlatt didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, and for some reason, that made you feel oddly comfortable. There was something about his laid-back demeanor, the way he didn’t push for conversation but also didn’t make you feel like you needed to fill the silence, that kept you grounded.

"By the way," you said after a beat, "I never caught your name—"

"Schlatt," he interrupted, holding out his hand. His grip was firm, warm against your palm.

You smiled, offering your name in return. “Nice to meet you… Schlatt.”

“Likewise,” he said, his tone slightly teasing. “Though you could’ve just called me your boyfriend instead of dragging me into the whole ‘baby’ bit. Bit over the top, don’t you think?”

You cringed, laughing lightly. “Yeah, that was… spur of the moment. Desperate times.”

He snorted. “Could’ve fooled me. You sold it pretty well.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. “Well, thanks for playing along.”

Schlatt shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face as he took another sip of his whiskey. "Eh, wasn’t a bad gig. Could do worse than having a pretty girl cling to me for a bit."

Your face warmed at the offhand compliment, but you played it cool, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "Pretty sure you saved me more than I saved myself"

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Don’t sell yourself short. You pulled that off like a pro."

You chuckled, but before you could respond, the music shifted to a slower, bass-heavy beat. The crowd around you swayed, bodies pressing even closer together as people paired off for the slower tempo. You watched them for a moment, suddenly hyper-aware of how close Schlatt was standing.

"You, uh, wanna get out of here?" you asked, realizing how awkward it sounded the moment it left your mouth. "I mean, not like that—just, the crowd’s getting a bit much, and—"

Schlatt raised a hand, cutting off your rambling. "Relax. I know what you mean." He tilted his head toward the door. "Let’s bounce. This place is a shitshow anyway."

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the escape route. The two of you made your way through the crowd, navigating around groups of people too caught up in their own nights to notice anything else. The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, a welcome relief from the heat and noise inside the club.

Schlatt stuffed his hands back into his pockets, glancing over at you. "You good? Or do you need another hero act?"

You laughed, feeling more relaxed now that you were out of the chaotic environment. "I think I can manage from here. But I’ll keep you on speed dial just in case."

He snorted, kicking at a stray pebble on the sidewalk. "Sure thing, sweetheart. Anytime."

The street was quieter, the neon signs reflecting off the pavement as cars drove by lazily. You turned to him, feeling a sudden urge to prolong the conversation, even though you weren’t quite sure why. "So, Schlatt… what brings you to places like that?"

He gave you a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth twitching. "What, you think I don’t seem like the club type?"

You shrugged, smiling. "Maybe more of a dive bar type."

"Spot on," he said, amusement in his voice. "Honestly, I was just killing time. Buddy bailed on me last minute, and I figured I’d check it out. But not my scene. Yours?"

"Definitely not," you replied, shaking your head. "I’m more of a stay at home with a good book type."

He chuckled. "Didn’t peg you for a bookworm."

"Yeah, well, you didn’t exactly strike me as the white knight type, but here we are."

Schlatt laughed, a deep, genuine sound that caught you off guard. "Touché."

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could feel the night winding down. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, leaving you with a strange mix of exhaustion and curiosity. You didn’t want the conversation to end just yet, but you also didn’t want to seem desperate for his company.

"So," Schlatt said, breaking the silence as he rocked back on his heels. "You heading home?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of the evening settle on your shoulders. "Yeah. It’s getting late."

He glanced down the street, then back at you. "You want me to walk you? Or… you good?"

For a moment, you considered brushing off the offer, but there was something about the way he asked—like he actually gave a damn, even if he wasn’t showing it outright. You hesitated before smiling softly. "Actually… I wouldn’t mind the company."

Schlatt’s smirk softened into something more genuine. "Alright, then. Let’s go."

[nelkcats]

Phantom, the sentient Helmet

Danny wasn't running away. He no longer had a reason to run, or to really care about his injuries (he wondered if his experience at Amity had left him numb to physical injuries, but when your father shoots you 5 times a week you start to get used to it).

The truth was that Danny was a little envious of his clone. Ellie had no responsibilities and she could travel wherever she wanted; Because of his obsession, or his mentality, Danny could never be free, he always had to stick with someone to protect. He needed to protect. It just couldn't be Amity the one he protected anymore.

Then he left his hometown. He hugged his friends and said goodbye before looking for a new "purpose", preferably one that didn't hate him. And he arrived in Gotham, with an aggressive spirit that screamed that he wanted to be protected as much as he was protecting.

It was obvious that "Red Hood" didn't know the ghostly ways, so Danny debated how to help him until he noticed his helmet, and the halfa did the only thing he could think of: he possessed it.

When Jason woke up, his helmet had developed an A.I. that he was sure it didn't have before. When he tried to restart it, the A.I. moved to his motorcycle, and well, it wasn't hard to find out that it wasn't an A.I. at all, but "Phantom" refused to leave. Jason sighed and left it like that.

At the end, Phantom turned out to be very helpful, always with reliable information, and sometimes, he didn't even behave like the A.I he was supposed to be, sometimes he was just a very tired guy, spouting vaguely worrying comments. And giving life advice to Jason, ignoring everything he was doing, like killing people (bad ones), Phantom didn't really care. Once, Phantom said that he was right, that what he was doing was right.

The first time he found out what Phantom really was was because some people cornered him, and were about to shoot him before something jumped out of his helmet. Something gigantic and vaguely threatening, but Jason felt safe. When the shadows disappeared and all that was left was a boy of his own age, clearly tired, Jason wondered if it was too late to ask him to stay out of the helmet.

[yutaparadise]

texting your bf haechan ♡

．．．AND SCENE! part two of baby’s first argument!! please read part 1 first or you’ll be confused :] you don’t have to read it but it is now your recipe and not mine

warnings: hyuck is pathetic and laying it on extremely thick, (1) dick joke, there’s a grammatical error but don’t point it out or ill cry and start tweaking like this

[charlesherbertlightoller]

Bitterns in Russian cities masterpost

[ohprcr]

[original] another ensemble of new OCs 🔧🩸🐈‍⬛ a counterpart of the City Hunters. You can check out their lore here!

[batmanego]

[synonymroll648]

after fitz cools off a little bit about sophie and keefe being a thing, he should drop tidbits about keefe (mostly during trust exercises) that he thinks she might find helpful since they're dating.

the thing is, instead of just stuff like, 'keefe loves frogs, so he might appreciate a gift or trip related to them, idk' he also drops things like 'btw if you just hold his hand in your hands - specifically towards the back of his head, just behind his ears - while you're talking to him, he'll probably melt haha. also his scalp is sensitive, do with that what you will, but make sure you're gentle'.

bonus points if sophie asks keefe about why every single tidbit fitz gives is correct and he goes tomato red for the first time ever and sputters out something like 'i gave fitz the lord of the snuggles title based on personal experience - he's clingy when he's tired, ok?'

[rileys-battlecats]

girl help I started writing down oc thoughts and have started contemplating the logistics of how a city carved into the walls of a ravine would have access to fresh water

[slutpoppers]

[doinggreat]

RUBEN DIAS Manchester City - Wolverhampton Wanderers | Premier League (September 30th, 2023)

[y-rhywbeth2]

Hey, other Durge players, I'm curious: what class/es did you give your Durge and how do they tie into their backstory?

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap and the City

Soap: What’s the name of the bar I need to go to in order to get myself a grumpy old dude who won’t let anyone close but has a heart of gold and radiates top energy?

Soap: You know the one.

(Tagging Ghost too because Soap was looking right at him while saying this.)