#red-throat

[mushbeast]

starry loons

[finifugue]

something about red bull being where world champions go to kill and ferrari being where world champions go to die

[shima-draws]

Sanji: Honestly, I can't believe you! You have someone as pretty as Boa Hancock obsessing over you and you don't even--

Luffy: Sanji's prettier though

Sanji: I

Sanji: What??

Luffy: I guess Hancock looks nice. For a girl anyway. But Sanji's way, way prettier than she is

Sanji: *squeaks* O-oh

[makethatelevenrings]

I know everyone headcanon Jason as loving Pride & Prejudice and Shakespeare but I feel as though once he’s resurrected, he finds solace in the Gothic. Dracula, Dorian Grey, Jekyll & Hyde, Wuthering Heights, and especially *especially* Frankenstein.

He’s trying to come to terms with this new body, this resurrection of body but torture of the mind, his loneliness and feelings of being outcast and unloved by his “Creator” (aka father).

He has a tattered copy of Frankenstein with sticky notes and highlighter and pen smeared across the pages sitting on his nightstand.

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 3

Part 2

Tim reached up to rub at his temples and groaned. This was getting him nowhere. Normally he enjoyed going down the research rabbit-hole but this was ridiculous! Paranormal sciences were a bad joke. Most of it was conjecture, hearsay and unprovable theories with just enough scientific sounding jargon peppered in to confuse a layperson. Peer-review was practically non-existent, not to mention a proper scientific method. Francis Bacon would be rolling in his grave!

The slight hiss of the elevator doors opening interrupted his thoughts.

“Hey Replacement, you missed dinner!” Jason called, sauntering over with a loaded plate in hand. He set down a sandwich next to Tim’s elbow. “Alfie says he’s cutting off your coffee supply until you get some damn sleep. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna start prepping the knock-out gas soon!” he quipped, leaning his hip against the Batcomputer’s console. “Research on the League giving you trouble?”

“I wish.” Tim sighed, reaching for the sandwich, “The Assassins have actually been pretty quiet recently. I found some leads on suspicious political donations in Italy, but nothing I can tie to them directly. Talia’s in Paris as far as I can tell, working at an investment firm for God knows what reason. Probably money laundering related. And the ones holed up in Nanda Parbat have been quiet as murderous little church mice.”

“Ra’s isn’t up to anything? Colour me shocked.” Jason drawled sardonically, “You sure he’s not cooking up a new batch of demon spawn in that mountain of his?”

Tim shook his head. “You know Bruce destroyed his cloning labs after the last… incident. And I’ve found no records of the League procuring the necessary materials or equipment to restart production.” he wrinkled his nose, “Of course it’s possible that they used a shell company we haven’t come across yet, but I believe the odds are pretty low.”

“So what’s got your panties in a bunch then?”

Tim’s mouth twisted in a frown. “Ghosts.”

“Ah.”

Jason stared off into space and Tim took a bite of his sandwich. Egg-salad, score! The Cave was silent for a while, only disturbed by the noise of the actual bats heading out for their nightly hunt.

“I can’t tell you for sure if ghosts are real or not. I don’t remember anything from when I was… dead.” Jason said haltingly, and Tim stilled. “But we’ve seen people come back under pretty weird circumstances. So why not ghosts?” Jason shrugged.

Tim chewed and swallowed before replying. “Because it’s one thing for the physical body to be restored, but some kind of nebulous ‘spirit’ lingering? Why don’t we see ghosts all the time then? Why don’t people come back? Why not…” Tim broke off.

“Your Dad?”

Tim nodded and dropped the remains of the sandwich back on the plate. It suddenly looked as appetising as cardboard.

“I don’t know, birdie. We still don’t know why I came back.” Jason snorted “Maybe the universe just has a sick sense of humour.”

Tim’s lips curled up in a mirthless smile. “Maybe the universe missed your terrible puns. Some of those still haunt me.”

Jason barked out a surprised laugh. “That was terrible!”

“The universe clearly made a grave mistake.”

“Stop it, I can feel my brain cells dying!” Jason groaned and gave Tim a light punch to the shoulder.

“Well we can’t have that, you have so few already!” Tim snarked, then quickly leaned to the side to evade Jason’s attempted noogie. Jason huffed and stepped back, crossing his arms.

“All right mister teenage genius. What have you dug up about ghosts then?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “There’s obviously tons of folklore from all over the world. Pretty much every mythology has stories about the spirits or souls of the dead returning to haunt the living. But if there’s a scientific basis to all this then it’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Even the supposed leaders in the field are hopelessly biased.” He pulled up some documents on the screen. “Take these for example. The Doctors Fenton are supposed experts in the field of ‘Ecto-Biology’ as they call it, but their research papers would never fly with a proper scientific journal. A lot of it comes across as blatantly xenophobic towards the entities they are supposedly studying and their research methods seem geared towards confirming what they view as foregone conclusions. And most of their peers operate on the same track.”

Jason hummed thoughtfully as he skimmed one of the articles in question. “Do you think there’s anything to this, or is it all just a hoax?”

Tim snorted. “If there is, they haven’t offered any conclusive proof. Though they certainly seem to have made it work for them. The Fentons have a series of patents for weapons and defenses against these supposed ‘ecto-entities’ and it looks like there’s plenty of people gullible enough to buy them. I haven’t taken a closer look at their products yet, but a lot of it looks like something out of a pulp sci-fi movie.” He pulled up the image of what looked like a bazooka with green glowing parts. Jason whistled.

“So, con artists or mad scientists?”

“Could be both. Their financial records are all over the place and they’ve had some large transactions with what I’m pretty sure are shell companies in recent years. They live and operate out of a small city in Illinois.” Tim said, pulling up the relevant documents on screen.

“Amity Park?” Jason read aloud.

“Supposedly it’s ‘The Most Haunted City in America’. Seems on brand, doesn’t it?”

“It probably helps them stay in business. It looks like they have kids?” Jason pointed at the tax returns. Tim typed some search queries into the system.

“Two. One in high school, one just started her first semester at Metropolis University. With a full scholarship to boot.” He spent a few more minutes hacking into the university’s systems. “Here we go, Jasmine Fenton. Looks like she’s going for a psychology degree. And… hm…” Tim trailed off. Jason quickly realised what had caught his attention.

“‘The Damaging Effects of Envy Towards Metahumans? That’s a hell of a topic for a freshman-year essay.” Jason remarked.

“Yes. I wonder…” Tim drummed his fingers on the keyboard. “She might have some insight into her parents’ research.”

“And at a cursory glance, she didn’t drink whatever Kool-Aid her parents were serving.” Jason finished for him. “You wanna go pump her for information?”

“I might as well. If nothing else, maybe we can shut down a couple of mad scientists before they become a problem.” Tim stood up and stretched. “Time for a field trip!”

Part 4

[theatre-mqn]

“Why should I trust you?”

“You probably shouldn’t. But you always do anyway.”

The time loop au fuckers have me in a chokehold

(Little detail: every killing blow from past loops leaves a scar. Hence the… jagged mess around her throat. Execution by beheading is not pretty.)

[birdblues]

Red-billed Toucan

[synthwavecryptid]

Vampire Dutch can be feral sometimes. As a treat.

LA CREATURA 👹

[barklikeagod]

the red marks on the side of his throat from benson choking him…

[literallywtflol]

Strength is a Virtue (DRABBLE)

Synopsis: Jason Todd?? With ALL that MUSCLE?? GENTLE?? Are we really talking about the same person?

Warnings: Dom!Jason, he's mean, sub!AFAB!reader, strength play, breath play, and size kink if thou squinteth

Don't know who made you think Jason was such a soft, little angel, but you were going to curse them once you figured it out.

Jason Todd isn't some angel-- not when he's got you pinned to the bed, both of your wrists in only one of his large hands. Your legs following the pattern, with one of his muscled thighs between the two of yours.

Jason Todd isn't an angel, when his grip on your wrists is strong enough to bruise. You whimper at the pain but he only coos at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Thought you were my strong little girl."

"Does it hurt?" You'd nod. "Good. I want your wrists fucking marked f'me."

Jason Todd couldn't ever be an angel, not when he's moved his other hand to wrap around your throat, and begins grinding his thigh into your cunt.

Jason Todd would've been the farthest thing from an angel, when he manhandles you-- flipping you over, and spanking you, before leaning into your ear.

"Whimper for me more, will you? Wanna hear how much it hurts."

"My pathetic little baby," he'd coo in your ear, "always talking a big game. I'm going as gentle as I can," he'd nearly mock

"Oh, please," he'd repeat after you, mimicking your desperate tone. "'Please' what, baby? Want me to use you? Yeah, you do."

Jason Todd would render you the second farthest thing from an angel, when he's got you in his lap, muscled forearm choking you oh so good.

"Come on, baby, beg for it. Beg for me to destroy you," he'd usher.

"So small," he'd playfully tease, mimicking your whimpering voice. "So fragile. I just wanna break you-- throw you around like a needy bitch."

No, but, seriously. Who the hell told you this guy was an angel?

[itsyouch]

ah yes, I would rather draw agent Maine then Washington

funny story, I didn't add the E in his name so I went back to edit the main drawing. IM NOT GONNA FIX ALL THOSE PICTURES

[llutik]

her firstborn

..so ugh you know how once there's been only cat and robb in her scary and not very promising newly married life... and how robb was her whole world

and how he really is her whole world in death???

[cosmicpoutine]

slit open like a skittles package

uncensored under the cut, but please beware i don't fuck around, it's very graphic.

[anna-scribbles]

so what if I was so proud of him that I cried. so what.

(chapter 13 of drowning (in plain sight) by @buggachat)

[vintagewildlife]

Red-throated loon By: Arthur A. Allen From: The Book of Bird Life 1961

[puppyeared]

Pokeymon

@ask-willowleafeon @ask-shiny-umbreon