#this was not supposed to be this hard dammit!!!!

[chrollohearttags]

fuck man, i thought my mind was made up but I’m sitting here crying 😭 makeup running and everything. Y’all need to cut it out!!

[fuumiku]

Laios: Dog stan, raised by dogs, attempts to dog behavior at his boyfriend Lycion: Only is in it for the wolfman swag, no dog society rizz, doesn’t understand and doesn’t care

Nothing as fierce as wolf girls when they have creative differences… Can the divide between wolf roleplayer and wolf cosplayer be breached?! Truly the height of narrative themes that laicion offers us

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[deus-ex-mona]

man. this song reminds me of physiology class

[lloydfrontera]

i know why they do it i understand how adaptations work i get it but the webtoon keeps skipping scenes that show what a good boss lloyd is and im sooooo normal about i promise i'm not on the verge of ripping someone apart i swear

[jrueships]

the mayor of turkey trying to get people to vote alpey for Allstar 😭😭

[smilingmxsk]

Margaret comes flying out of the empty exhibit room, as did a hellhound come barreling through to pin her. Of fucking course the target had back up. Sometime during their confrontation, this mutt grabbed her and threw her through the doors to allow the well-dressed woman to escape.

The sight of a monstrous hound sends the crowd into a frightful hysteria, pushing and shoving past one another to vacate the building in a haste. At the very least, people were out of her way, and she could do what she needed to do. But now the countdown was ticking. She needed to have her target eliminated before authorities arrived on the scene of this mess.

The fixer fights against the hellhound's fangs, her bat the only thing keeping her upper body intact at this time. It takes her a moment, but the minute she's able to plant both of her feet under its chest, she's shoving it off herself to regain her footing. The respite doesn’t last long before it's on her heels yet again.

She swings her bat to keep the hellhound at bay while also searching for her target's whereabouts once more. The woman was no longer in the doorway, but Margaret can hear the loud buzzing of emergency exit having been opened. Likely her target on the run. Two more hellhounds join the altercation from the emptied room, now encircling the fixer. This wasn't good. She was sure she could handle these fuckers, but the fixer knew that she couldn't get stuck fending them off. She reaches inside her cardigan, searching for a particular tool and swinging her bat, nailing one in the head with a solid TINK and barely missing another. Before long, she pulls out a circular object with a pin. It's no normal grenade, but not a normal explosive either.

"I'm about sick of you mutts." Margaret snarls under her breath, then tapping her bat onto the wooden floor. "Come an' get it y' lil shits!!" Purposeful provocation. And when they attack, she dodges between two, wrangles the last, and grapples onto it for dear life. These hellhounds were nothing to sniff at, afterall. They were MASSIVE. Bigger than Great Danes, and packed with muscle like tigers. So when Margaret hops on one and curls an arm around its neck, she struggles as it bucks and shakes as she's fighting to pull the pin and force the spherical device into this beast's maw; shoved to the back of its throat and forcing it to swallow. Once secured, she's launching herself off the damned thing just as it goes barreling through a sculpture. The process wasn't without its wounds of course. The Fixer's arm is cut up from the beast's teeth, though she's not finished with these beasts quite yet.

"And while we're at it... just for good measure."

Rising up from the floor on one knee, Margaret thrusts her hands out before her, and the hounds, having just turned toward her, halt in their tracks. They look between one another; confused, conflicted. Exhanges that quickly turn sour, and the demon hounds are snarling and turning against one another. It's an illusion she's placed, making them believe each of them are 'herself'. Enough time for her to book it out the emergency exit before the salt bomb detonates within the hellhound's gut.

[niishi]

Also I truly think norton blew up his coworkers on purpose once he found the meteor ore in the mine he brought them to.

[basicallyrybread]

Who's the superior internet fatherly figure in your opinion:

Philza or Technodad?

damnnnn first ask and its a hard one 😭

it would have to be technodad for me. Don't get me wrong, I love both and really enjoy the jokes and such that come from Philza but as a genuine fatherly figure, its gonna be technodad 100% :)

[sesshy380]

I don't know who I am more frustrated with atm.

The person that made the Evil Knievel ship leap of Atem and (Yami) Bakura after only reading the first chapter, putting my brain in that 'Now how would that work...' situation (FYI: Lots of wine was involved for the initial ice-breaker).

Or those two knuckleheads constantly putting themselves in very tempting situations that force me to write the 'what if...' full on smut version just so I can get it out of my system and write the actual 'slow burn' version.

[blizzardz]

Is it too early

[ourlordapollo]

Finally got around to making a tamaya for my late grandma and it's so janky 💀 I know she wouldn't mind, especially knowing that Shinto and Buddhist practice is so inaccessible over here but like. I don't have a mirror. I have, among some things I was able to round up at our Asian market, an old, sun-faded omamori, and a picture of us when we met Steam Powered Giraffe. All of it laid out on a Japanese bandana I bought in L.A. I feel like any serious Shinto person who encountered it would be horrified 🤣 I wasn't even able to get a shelf

It's really the Steam Powered Giraffe thing that's getting me lmao it looks like we all died in a horrible cosplay accident

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny Fenton is so damn sick of rich fruit loops. It’s worse now, since he’s one of them.

It’s not Vlad that he’s with, thank the Ancients, but Danny isn’t sure that this is better.

Because he’s Timothy Drake, a baby, and he’s been reincarnated after the Ancient of Reincarnation accidentally drank too much wine.

He’s going to kick their ass so hard when he gets back.

Danny huffs. He rolls over, ignoring the silent manor. Sure, he’s read the comics. Sure, he laughed and imagined being adopted by Batman- come on, Danny had black hair and blue eyes even back then, he was totally adoption bait- when his parents gave him reason to lose trust in their love. But that’s it, that’s all he thought it was. A day dream, a wish for a universe that didn’t exist.

Danny hadn’t understood the reality of the whole Infinite Realms thing, a place he was now the King of. Batman? Real. Danny? Reincarnated. Hotel? Trivago.

Like, this wasn’t what he meant, dammit.

And now he’s stuck as Timothy Drake, and Ancients, he was starting to see parallels.

——

Danny tried photography. He really did. He wanted to at least stick to the source material. But that’s not who he is. Even with the shiny new brain that memorized, catalogued, and put together clues at the snap of his fingers, but Danny’s never been one to take photos. It’s a respectable art, for sure, but Danny preferred to live in the moment instead of capturing it to remember forever. It’s just-

He watched the Graysons fall. He watched Dick Grayson turn into Robin. And Danny can’t and won’t ever betray his Obsession like that, ever again. He can’t let Jason die for his “story” to begin. That’s not how Danny works.

He’s there to protect.

Danny hasn’t ever been just Tim. Danny was also Tim and the Ghost King without a haunt. But now? Gotham is his haunt. He, in lieu of an actual city spirit, is Gotham. He’s also a Drake. And Drakes were meant to hoard.

Batman and Robin? They are his.

He claimed them, as a Drake. But that claim is weak. So he claimed them as their city, and that is a claim that will never be able to be challenged.

Danny’ll be damned before he allows some lanky starved clown beat the life out of one of his Robins. So, for the first time in his nine years on this planet, Tim-Danny goes ghost and flies.

“Who- who. Are you?” Robin slurred from his place in Danny’s hold. He is broken, yes. But not dead. Danny infuses some of his vitality, his ecto, into Jason’s injuries to help them heal.

“Gotham.” Danny replied, layering his ghostly voice with those of the city.

“Goth’m?”

“Gotham. Sleep, little bird. Your city has got you.”

When Robin, Jason, settled with a sense of trust that tugs at Danny’s core, Danny carried him to Batman, whose eyes were wild and manic. He glared menacingly at the green and white ghost in front of him, who was holding his broken and beaten son-

Well, it’d be menacing if Danny hadn’t watched him eat bricks and mortar, crashing into a building while using his grappling gun.

“You-”

“I am Gotham.” Danny cut him off. Despite his wary nature and natural paranoia, Batman settled at his city’s gaze rested on him. Danny knew that Batman recognized his city. Batman’s head bowed, but his eyes stayed on Robin. “You were supposed to take care of Robin.”

“I- I know.” And that voice was all Bruce Wayne the Dad instead of Batman the Vigilante. Danny gently placed Robin in Batman’s arms, taking in the tremors as he held his son close.

“Go back, Bruce. And make sure Jason knows how much you love him.”

He laughed as Bruce whipped his head upwards. “I am your city. You are mine as much as I am yours. I’ve known of you before you were born.”

Technically? Not untrue. But Bruce will chalk it up to weird magic shit. It’s not like it’s a secret that Gotham’s kind of curse. Besides, this way, Danny will be able to help out more often. And Bruce won’t be able to connect Tim Drake to the “Spirit of Gotham.”

“Return, my knight. This is not your city. I can not protect you as well as I can in Gotham.”

“Thank you… Gotham.”

Danny sighed. He wondered when he’ll have to field questions from a John Constantine. He’s pretty sure Bruce will call in magical help, even if it was his own city he was investigating.

Batman’s lucky Danny liked him enough to allow it.

[living-carto0n]

ngl if my fucking phone doesn't stop being a pissbitch and just fucking work, I'm going to go full off grid and try to forget technology even exists...

[bet-on-me-13]

Trigons Backup Plan

So! Trigon knew from the moment his Daughter was taken in by the Monks of Azarath that it would be difficult to turn her to his will. He wasn't stupid, he knew just how hard it would be to make his daughter turn on everything she has ever known in her (very short) life.

He can't really blame her, even he believed that indiscriminate mass murder was wrong until his mid-200's, he just needs to wait for her to grow out of it.

But until then he still needs a way into the DC Universe. And if his daughter wouldn't help, then he could always just make a 2nd one.

So, he searches and eventually finds a Couple of Scientists who seem to be good targets. They are researching Magic and Ghosts, so he makes a Demonic Pact with them. He will give them the secrets needed to complete their Research, and in exchange all he asks is that they help him bare a child.

They agree, and Danny Fenton is born.

Danny was supposed to become a Hellmouth when he turned 16, unlocking his Demonic Powers and opening the way for Trigon to enter the DC Universe so he could conquer it.

Instead he managed to get himself killed at 14. Then he managed to come back to life as a Halfa, he got himself adopted by Clockwork, and he usurped the Throne of the Infinite Realms in the span of 1 year, therefore putting himself on the same level as his Father on the cosmic scale.

So there goes his Backup Plan.

Dammit.

...

Meanwhile Raven is panicking. She had been messing around with her Friends when they asked about the Spells she could do, and she off-handedly mentioned that she could cast Family Tracking Spells.

One thing led to another, and they all wanted to know if they had secret family. Then they asked if she wanted to try as well, and for some reason she agreed.

And long story short, she has a little brother somehow. A little brother who is only a few weeks away from turning 16, who doesn't know the Azarathian Spells she learned to prevent his own transformation into a Hellmouth.

Oh shit...