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wallowaffles · 11 months
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@somerandomdudelmao series has occupied so much of my mind that I dusted off my brand new tablet and started drawing.
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Hunger
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Okay hear me out!
We have all talked about how Jason gets pit rage because of the Lazarus waters being gross ecto, or how his obssession is the Joker and needing to kill him and a bunch of other things,
Yes?
With me so far?
Okay!
Let me give that a twist,
That Pit Rage Jason feels is hunger, specifically a ghosts hunger.
Jason came back from the dead not fully, he's a starving ghost with a malnourished proto-core, until he properly eats it will stay weak and hungry.
How does the Joker fit in all this?
Easy, With the lack of good ecto for Jason to feed and stabilize from the next best option is his murderer.
Consuming that who killed you is very nourishing for a new ghost.
So Jason getting angry with the bats and others when they tell him not to kill the Joker or actively prevent him from even getting near him is like putting all his favourite foods right in front of him and then taking it away from him,
Each time getting worse for Jason, only getting hungrier and hungrier each time it happens.
How would you feel if you were starving and people kept offering you food and then pulling it away before you could eat it?
Confused?
Desperate?
Anger?
It doesn't count as cannibalism if you're not the same
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Jason biting the bars of his holding cell like a dog
Dick: "Is it just me or where his teeth always that sharp?"
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Oracle: "I lost sight of the Joker!"
Jason hunched over with glowing green eyes while drooling: "No worries he's nearby I can smell him."
Other Bats listening on the comms: " ...What the hell do you mean smell ! Are you drooling ?!"
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Bats: "Wow Jason sure is getting creative trying to get the Joker!"
Jason:
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Check tags for some funny extras
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Just an Idea
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burythecarnival · 1 year
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she's a ten but, like a cat, she sleeps for seventeen hours a day & when she is awake, she needs your undivided attention.
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parttimesarah · 6 months
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I made these two little protective dudes.
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Use them to protect that which you love most.
For example
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currently-haunted · 2 years
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This is dedicated to all fics with "Danny visits the Watchtower for the first time not knowing it's in space" scene
And as a bonus John Constantine in background
Also under the cut just Danny in awe
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cookiescribble · 9 months
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Don’t Let Yourself Fade Away (Spencer Reid x GN!Reader)
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A/N: Hello there! This one’s a little sad, but it was healing to write. Seeing Spence get shut down sometimes when he gets so animated and excited about the most random topics breaks my neurodivergent heart, so here’s to not only him, but anyone else who feels shut out when they talk about their true passions in life <3 - Mod Ghost
p.s. thank you to everyone 🥺❤️
“The average lifespan of a human is about 73.5 years, and your ears never truly stop growing in that time so if you think about it…” Spence trailed off, just as he was about to finish his sentence. 
“...What were you about to say, sweetheart?” I ask, having been quiet up until now as I listened to him speak. I could tell just by looking at him that he’d gone somewhere deep in that big head of his, and I have no idea what caused it. He suddenly had this glazed over look to his eye and it hurt my heart to look at it. Whatever it was, I wanted to gently pull him back to me.
“Hmm? Oh, nothing, it’s uh, not important. Are you hungry?” He asked as he started to stand off the couch in his apartment where we were both sitting, but stopped when I grabbed his wrist so he could look back at me with those big eyes that looked like they belonged on a puppy and not my boyfriend. 
“It’s not nothing, Spence, why’d you stop talking?” I gently tugged on his arm, trying to get him to sit back down with me.
Spencer looked confused, as if it somehow made less sense for me to ask why he stopped talking than for him to go quiet mid thought. He stood there silently for a moment before sitting back next to me, sheepishly piping up again, “I’ve calculated the amount of time it takes for others to either become disinterested in what I have to say and stop listening or cut me off completely, which is about anywhere from 25 seconds to a minute, so I decided that instead of letting that happen, I would cut myself off at a somewhat natural point in that time frame so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore…Neither would anyone else, so there’s statistically at least one ‘plus side’ to it..” He looked away from me halfway through the sentence, like he was suddenly scared of making eye contact with me. 
The more he spoke, I felt an ache growing in my chest until the entirety of my core was filled with a raw and harrowing anguish. Who on Earth could look at him and ever tell him that he wasn’t interesting or that they didn’t want to hear what he had to say? I always look forward to talking to him, no matter what he says. The sound of his voice is so comforting to me and one of my worst fears is never hearing it again. 
“Oh, Spencer…I…I don’t even know what to say…who made you think like that?” I brush his hair back behind his ear as I speak, moving closer to him so our knees are brushing together.
“Well, at work, sometimes…sometimes, I can get a bit too carried away and I end up just rambling while everyone’s trying to catch the unsub…but even on the jet, if I get too caught up in a topic, I end up blabbering and then whoever I’m talking to loudly says ‘WOW, that’s interesting!’ and walks away, or it’s ‘I’m so glad I asked!’ before the same outcome occurs. Or the worst one is when they just walk away without saying anything,” he momentarily stops, staring off into space as if recalling a memory. “That one hurts the most.”
My brow furrows and I feel tears leak from my own eyes as I see some streaking their way down his face, pulling him toward me until he starts to fold himself into my arms and lets me rub his back gently.
“I don’t care who says or does those things to you…no matter what, I’m always going to want to listen to you speak. I’ll hang on to every one of your words as I wait for the next, because everything you say is always so interesting to me. I love watching your eyes crinkle up when you smile, and hearing how fast you talk when you get really excited. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your voice, so don’t let yourself fade away because some of the people in your life don’t appreciate you the same way that I do.” I whisper close to his ear, brushing his hair away from his face with my hand that wasn’t rubbing his back. 
He woefully nodded, sniffling pitifully and slowly breaking down as I held him. It was as if something deep inside of his soul broke loose, and he was finally setting it free. He was letting himself feel it, and hopefully start to heal from it at the very least. I’ve been in a similar position to him before, and I would never want to make him feel that way if I could help it. Spence continued to cry for a while longer, and I held him until he sat up enough to look at me. 
“Did you really mean what you said…? About my voice and my smile…?” His voice cracked as he spoke, and I smiled reassuringly as I leaned forward to press a kiss to his temple. 
“Every last word,” I murmured close to his ear, running my hand through his hair again as he closed his eyes. 
He sat still and quietly for a moment, as if he were soaking in everything that we’d said. The only noise in the room was the sound of our breathing until he broke the silence with a soft mutter of “thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for? Telling the truth?” 
Spence only laughed, rolling his eyes at me as if I was telling a joke. 
It was nice to see him smile, though, so I let it go. 
“Now, about that food…” he changed the subject, and for whatever reason, I let him. I think I just wanted to let him be himself, even if it was just for a little while. 
“You asked if I was hungry because you were hungry??” I asked with a dramatic gasp, standing up and pulling him to stand with me. “I never knew you were the type of man to have ulterior motives.” I teased, walking with him to the kitchen. 
“I don’t think that’s usually used in the context of food, my love.” he let out a giggle, a goofy smile spreading across his face as we looked through his fridge together. 
Just hearing him laugh was like music to my ears, and I would give anything in the world to keep hearing it for every day of my life.
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ghoulysaphomet · 4 months
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First digital drawing (does it count?) Of 2024 lol
I cant remember the last time I drew something digitally tbh.
Again, design inspired by Zillychu's firecore au! I am an avid long haired fan so.. ya
Program used: ibispaint x
Total time: approx 1 hour
Device: samsung phone
Time lapse V
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bludoby · 1 year
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An idea about SBI living in kind of a mansion
They are known by the entire town just next to them but none of the habitants actually know who (or what) they actually are. They only have rumors circulating around (some says that they are maybe cursed as well)
It’s only a few years later, after the strange family’s arrival that a group of teens/young adults decide to get to know them, which was a harder task than what it should normally be
i’ll name it Ghosty Bois Family AU for now
Ko-Fi || Carrd
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ghosty-bees · 6 months
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did you know a group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope?
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something about metamorphosis
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Ghost in the graveyard au
inspired by this song.
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Nightmare is a little ghost that lives in the cemetery just outside of town. tends too stay in the older part which has been basically turned into a forest. he can't leave the cemetery nor can most people see him other than just glimpses out of the corner of their eyes. Enough though that he is a bit of a local legend. since he isn't from this au no one really knows who he is or was. he's haunted the cemetery for several centuries.
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eventually Dust ends up finding Him. Dust can see Nightmare easily, he would hang out in the graveyard because it is very quiet and quite peaceful. the forest area is also very pretty.
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For Dust it's almost like having his brother back And for nightmare he gets an older brother figure and friend.
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The rest of the gang's there too. Killer has his priorities. The gang was each offered this place too live if they promised too try and be better. (also Blue had promised too get supplies to horrortale). So now Horror, Dust, and Killer live in this house in a small (ish) town in an au where monsters where never sent underground and things where pretty peaceful. a regular surface au would still have humans getting used too monsters. And with a group such as the gang that might not end well for either party. they also get therapy so yay :D plus Killer discovers the wonders of mariokart.
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marclef · 6 months
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please, tell me i'm not the only one who's made this connection.
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my friends and i made this realization the other night and i had to draw it.
and, a bonus boy.
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jell-o101 · 7 months
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Ok I’m noticing a pattern here from the Luigi bean sprout post and the fuse-less bomb omb post. Now, without spoilers. Can y’all tell me
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Who is THIS and should I be afraid?
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ghostgirlvii · 5 months
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I GOT MY BOY!!! <3 <3 It was a pain in the ass to finish the raid, but OMG SO WORTH IT! Thanks to @yumethefrostypanda and @invadermiz!! We struggled but it was fun XD
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Imagine being a baby
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Me and my new son............putting him in a wet cardboard box outside.............
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emlynphoenix · 1 year
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It was written in the stars.
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sharptoothed-gaze · 2 months
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My ass has just rushed to the Bbh stream. I gotta know what wet cat state this dead bitch has been left in.
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