“Pfffbbbttt -Wild! Your Hair Is In My Mou- Aghck”

Dick and Jason's responses are the only correct ones

lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur

Something about FNAF 3 and Fazbear Frights taking place in 2023 in our current social media landscape

rainworld breakcore meme lol

god gave me feet so i could run (and instead i stood and came undone)

a drabble inspired by @breannasfluff's eldritch wild series :)

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Smoke and ash and a burning, smoldering oil, like the scent of a gas lantern fills his nostrils. Mixed in is cold, dead coals and ice and the sharp needles of pine. A moonless night in a glade should be comforting, should be familiar, but it overwhelms him, fills him through and nearly guts him in its intensity, in its animosity.

Midna laughs under his feet, where his shadow moves without his consent. “Still scared of me, farmer boy?” she hisses in his mind.

“No,” he says out loud, because it doesn’t matter if he is. Because he can’t act like it because his shadow exists under all his clothes, because her needle-like teeth could sink into him and rip his throat out before he realizes--

“Good.” Another cackle follows the statement, ghostly fingers smoothing over his neck and leaving burned, crumbling flesh in their wake. “You Hylians never know who you should actually be scared of.”

It’s a long time before he understands her words. It’s a long time before the ice-cold crackle of burning coals under his feet and the dripping weight of oil riding his back become familiar, welcome sensations. Before losing them feels like some part of his soul has been wrenched away and thrown into the ink-black sea that bore his friend.

It’s a long time before he stops expecting to feel the whisper she left behind.

It’s a long time before he feels something like it again.

The kid washes over him almost without warning. And at first, he jerks away, no longer used to the sensation of a fog rolling through and choking out his breath, of how the light of dusk is too little to see in but enough that you think you can, of dusty fingers leaving dirt in their wake and sharp teeth at his neck--

Everyone else tends to skitter away from Wild’s very being, and he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs the kid’s hand and imprints the memory of rotten bark and rain on dead leaves into his palm, into his being.

“Ain’t it funny,” he asks with a wink, “how Hylians ne’er know who ta be afraid of?”

Whispers and words churn behind him, the others wondering what he could mean, and he ignores them. Because the kid’s too-blue eyes flicker over his form before a grin breaks over his face like a piece of pottery cracking open, and the hand he holds grips him back like he’s the shadow Wild’s been looking for, too.

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read on ao3

get klok'd

Jason: People who sleep with their phone on silent or DND really don't give a damn about anybody.

Damian: If you decide to have a problem after midnight, that's between you and God.

Tim, very tired: …How do you set your phone to Dungeons and Dragons?

“Bruce isn’t my dad and I’m not part of this family” - Stephanie Brown PART 2

- When she talks to other people she sometimes says Dad. Usually to professors. Strangers and school friends.

- To her one of the reasons she doesn't call him Dad much is cause she correlates "Dad" with her bio dad and disappointment. To her and the other kids

"Bruce means dad. This does change eventually as she's around him more. Especially with some of the others calling him dad

- One of her college professors went on a rant about the rich and how they should burn and included Bruce on the list and it pissed her off cause she knows Bruce didn't really care about the money and if he didn't use it to help others he would rather not have it

- He started singling her out after he realized she was affiliated with Bruce. She kept her calm and asked him how much he donated to charity. The professor tried to claim Bruce only did it for tax purposes but he gave away way more then he would ever get back so moot point.

- One time one of her civilian friends lost their scholarship due to some technicality and Stephanie was thinking of getting a job to help and was talking to Tim about it. And by the next day it was fully paid. She thought Tim did it. But Bruce did it. He overheard them talking and got it done. Tim was so confused cause he knows he didn't and realized what Bruce did.

- Bruce wasn’t a man of many words, and she helped him realize that if he just got better at talking he would have a better relationship with his kids. She actually pushed him to therapy.

- One time she was hit hard and went down. She was out for a week. They weren’t sure if she was gonna make it. Bruce. Tim and Cass took turns sitting by her side. Bruce begged that if anyways listening to please save her.

now for a crossover no one asked for

i want them to be short buddies, you KNOW four would enjoy collecting cards and yugi loves games and they both love puzzles, they would be such good friends