JkKnight98

This blog will is SFW , but I am 21+ and will not rp or engage in NSFW subjects on this blog. I want my readers and fellow community members to enjoy their time here and feel safe. ✨Remember to drink water and eat something 🍉random scrollers.

[jkknight98]

My Coven🧙‍♀️✨

Welcome to my cozy cottage, are you tired? Would you like to rest, drink some tea and read a story perhaps, for I have plenty to offer for your interest. I could also whip up a new story for those with curious ideas in their minds, twist the fates for new situations to occur, or whisper the words to transport yourself into the story. I am but a humble witch ready to assist though who come my way.

Now my friends, what can I do for you?

Remember to drink water and eat something before you leave. Oh but be aware of which bottle you drink from, not everyone wants to see things on the small side.

Owner of The Dastardly Potion *TM*

What I will write for:

-DSMP Characters (pure fictionalized versions with no relation to their irl selves)

Soft vore themes/ implications

Angst/ fearplay/ trauma

Other Characters should I know them, but this is unlikely (dig back enough and you might find old ego stories)

What I will not write for:

Nsfw related asks : although I am an adult, this blog is purely for SFW subjects. The furthest I will go is hinting at the potential, but nothing more. 

Animal related asks (I.e random animal eating tiny character *insert*) it’s just something I’m not comfortable doing.

Update:

Due to a potentially dangerous situation I must make it clear that while I am ok with minors viewing my stories on this blog, I need to state some boundaries for my personal safety.

Do not ask to Rp with me, while I did in the past I will no longer even if the subject is safe for work.

Do not follow me on my after hours blog, l know that some people view hard vore as nsfw so I’m going ahead and asking now to not follow unless you are of age.

Keep interactions appropriate, I am happy to talk about my au’s and having requests sent in, I will not respond to any subject that shouldn’t be discussed.

I grew up when the internet was still shiny & new and was once a minor in places I shouldn’t …I really need any minor to understand that it can be a scary place. You need to protect yourselves and understand that some places are just not for you and there won’t be adult to keep the place safe, and others will try to take advantage of you. Please stay safe out there.

Due to some of the issues with Dream at the current moment, I will be marking any stories of mine that have him in them with a *. I do not agree with any of the choices that he is making plus the risk of the allegations being true, I will no longer be writing stories with him in it. I will not delete my stories as I worked hard on them, but do not assume I am defending anything by them still being visible.

I will also be putting a % on stories with Wilbur, I do not support or agree with his actions but my stories are fruits of my effort and I will not be removing them due to the disgusting behavior he has displayed

*I am no longer taking requests at this time and will probably move away from the DSMP/ MC community. I am going to move on to different fandoms/my own stories*

Dark content section

Jkknight After hours: stories for more of a darker taste.

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jkknight-after-hours/693974129823596544?source=share

My Stories

DC Universe

Bite-sized Bats 1

The opening to my newest universe

Dsmp Stories

Friends in the Walls

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Meeting the Neighbors, A good day

Time Out

Tommy learns his lesson (not really)

Favor Cashed

Technoblade to the rescue 

Cocktail Garnish

A nice Rum & Reader

Protection?%

Protector or Owner?

Prison within the Vault*

Prison visits never go well

G/T Prompt challenge%

This is why we don’t eat sand

Headcannon for Dsmp*

Is what it is

Red Consolation

First time writing for Eret, feeling stressed.

Gift for Altobug83 in MCYT GT Exchange

Beware, for there be unaliving here

The house always wins*%

Card game ends in loss

Fear less, Forget, and Forgive

Will this ease the angst I caused (for now)

Never Leave Me*

XD stealing a George (and Minty I blame you for the rick roll reference) 

3rd times not the charm, neither is the 5th*%

Tommy should have been true to his scaley self, would have eased some heartache 

Block out the sound

Tommy and Tubbo need to block out the alarms, Ranboo is happy to provide

Glattly Apparitions

Who would want to see their nightmare after waking up, why you of course

Cell upgrade*

Dream really should have been specific on what he wanted, but Sam was happy to comply in his own way.

Friendly bet

T-reader just wanted to cheer up their friend, and they do..just not how they expected

Thawing Icy Wounds

First step towards reconciliation maybe? Its up to a old piglin and a damaged boy

Unintended Deal%

Wilbur is not having a fun for once, but Slime is enjoying themselves

Is this really a Upgrade?*

Dream is getting a little too comfortable being eaten by Sam, so the warden decides to fix that.

Feast at MCC

Cyan coyote and Red Rabbit Reader, can’t make a better predator & prey matchup

My Awesomdude Headcannons

Sam is more monster (mob) in this, beware those who prefer softness, you won’t find it here 

Rain Fall

You can’t leave Ranboo out in the rain, can you?? Time for a potion friends.

Beating the house pt 1*%

Dream, Tommy, Wilbur, & Quackity... Oh my

How a knight writes

Pretty much how I put my weird ideas to a screen

Didn’t you know the cake was a Lie

Readers should’t steal sweets, or else Niki could make you into one

MCYT G/T Summer Gift Exchange “Vacation” for Aperson03 %

Museums aren’t that boring now, are they?

Exile in flesh*

A small gift for a talented artist, at poor Tommy's expense

Tidal waves* %

Mer Tommy gets a better family than human Dream

Wilbur’s Pov*%

How Wilbur feels when his brother turns out to be a Naga

Scaled Sanctuary*

Naga Dadnoblade adopts a wild Tommy

Coastal Waves*%

Found family? nah it's found pod here!

Shared Au with Plant: Familial Forest %

He always wanted a big brother and got a big family instead.

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 (made by Plant), Chapter 3

History made (FF au side story)*

Dream steals a witch instead of a princess

Submitted stories (written by lovely other people)

Tommy’s sweet tooth by Potion Anon

Anon list

-Potion Anon

-Sock Anon

- :) Anon

The self proclaimed *Children:

Thatoneteadrinker666 (Minty Marshmellow)

Justaweirdogremlin (Duckling)

The self proclaimed *Sibling:

Razor-dragon

*edited to prevent future misconceptions

[jkknight98]

Fair warning for vore creators and haters🙄

Hello everyone! I’ve been away from tumblr and the writing world for a little while and woke up to two lovely messages this morning from two users called antivore and a random string of numbers. It annoyed me enough to make this post just in case any of my fellow writers or artists get similar messages.

If this is your hobby, passion, or any other form of enjoyment; you’re fine to enjoy it. Those who use soft vore as a means to get comfort from the character of your choice, how is it different from any platonic or romance fic. Hard vore fans are just one step removed from horror fans and gore hounds.

Even those who view vore as sexual fantasy, you know what the good thing about that is? Vore is not real, it’s a kink that cannot hurt anyone because shrink technology/ giants are not real. It’s different yes, but it’s better than a lot of other fantasies out there.

I see nothing wrong with writing vore fiction/ creating vore art. It brought me a lot of happy memories and I got to connect with so many different people that I would genuinely call friends if we met in person. I got to improve my writing skills and see some awesome art skills. I wouldn’t change that time of my life for the world.

Don’t let a troll who wastes their time sending you hate messages get you down.

Also to add here:

I’m not going to get into the minor discussion too much here other than this. I can type until my fingers bleed that minors need to stay away from the sexual side of the vore community and be careful of who they interact with because not everybody has their best interests at heart. But I know they will do what they want to do because children do what they think is best because they’re impulsive and don’t think ahead.

If you’re an adult that willingly interact with a minor in a way that continues to feed your personal fantasy and take advantage of them. You’re just as bad as the people sending these hate messages and need to take a serious look at yourself.

~ trigger warning for the next section ~

Now on to the accounts that messaged me because I know those weren’t your main and anyone else who thinks sending hate is “fun”

Does it really make you feel good to tell someone how they should kill themselves? All it did to me was make me put my phone down and roll over to sleep ten more minutes. I couldn’t give a flying fuck what your wannabe keyboard warrior says to me, I’m too old and spent to care. I worry about you uncreative rage trolls messaging people I made genuine happy memories with and sending this waste of 101010s to them.

Go outside and touch grass. Do something more productive in your life because telling people to kill themselves just tells me you don’t contribute anything productive in your sad little life.

[jkknight98]

Helloooo This is the first time I've asked a question, so I'm nervous 😭😭😭I liked the headcanons about Sam being addicted to having little ones inside him. Could you do a story about that? But instead of Dream, it's the reader, maybe after Dream escapes and the reader becomes his replacement.?? (I really like your blogs!!Excuse my writing, English is not my language.💔💔)

I’m glad you liked my blog but I’ve had to step away from writing due to job and school responsibilities.😭

But you would be right that my version of Sam would absolutely take advantage of any other prisoner to satisfy that newfound urge. But he would be even more unwilling to let them leave his possession at all due to Dreams escape, so the reader would be confined inside him 24/7. He would even go so far to say that the reader somehow escaped as well, acting extremely angry at the “fact” another prisoner escaped him. All the while the reader is tightly packed in the lower stomach, unable to let the outside world know what truly happened to them inside their new cell.

[jkknight98]

Happy 8/8 everyone. I felt a little festive and after a long day at work I actually felt good enough to write a small story.

It’s not specific to any character and are just represented by letters. So you can do the mental jumble to insert whatever character you would like.

(B) is the predator and is more male leaning

(A) is the prey and has no specific gender.

(E) has no specification.

I hope you guys enjoy it!

8/8/25 Short

Why did he ever agree to this? Sure the idea crossed his mind a few times when the two of them were alone or after their smaller friend (A) had teased them about feeling their stomach rumble when he had tucked them into his shirt pocket.

But here he was, holding his hand protectively over said stomach that felt almost electrical to the touch as his mind tried to reason through what he had just done.

~

“Hey (B) do you know what day it is?!” He had almost jumped when he had heard the little borrower’s voice, the papers in his hands almost crumpling from his jolt. He watched the smaller creature bounce in excitement as it waited for his answers but he really had no clue.

“It’s August 8th…. That’s not your birthday is it?”

That was clearly the wrong answer as the small hand flew up to slap themselves in the forehead,” you big dummy, you think having a bigger brain would make you smarter!” The smaller ran over and jumped into their lap, using the button as hand-holds as they clambered upwards, stopping right over their stomach. “It’s vore day and I’d rather be in your stomach than anyone else’s.”

This is what caused (B) to drop their papers, yes he knew that vore day was one of those more niche holidays celebrated by both large and small folk alike, but that didn’t mean that he did. Hell, (A) was the first small folk friend he had ever made, but not once did he think about swallowing them…..not seriously anyway.

“Why me, you know I haven’t done anything like this before, wouldn’t you want someone more experienced to celebrate this with?”

The borrower seemed to just huff in annoyance as they climbed higher until they were sitting on his left shoulder,” That’s why I wanted you dummy, when I asked (E) about it and they told me you were a vore virgin I knew I wanted to be your first!”

The vore virgin comment kinda irked (B) a little bit but he had to agree that if he ever wanted to try, (A) seemed the most trustworthy to not put some weird graffiti on his internal organs or something worse. That still didn’t take away from his nervousness though…

“How would we even do this (A), do I just shove you in or do I let you do it yourself??”

This just made the borrower give out a loud cackling laughter, leaving over so far that they slid off his shoulder, only to laugh harder when he caught them in his hands. “ I’m sorry to laugh (B), but your face looked so worried!”

They slowly began to calm down as they stood, reaching their hands upwards until he lifted them high enough to touch his nose,” It will be easier on the both of us to let me take the majority of the control in this, at least until you start to swallow.”

Swallow … the word sent a shiver up his spine, could he really do it? Could he really let his friend willingly crawl into his mouth and swallow them?

“It will be fine (B), you don’t need to look so stressed, just open up for me and I’ll do the rest!” The borrower’s hands were gentle as they snaked themselves between his lips, each one slowly pushing the lips apart as he let them open his mouth until he was looking more at the ceiling as his lower jaw was level with his hands.

The hands were so warm…(B) couldn’t help but twitch their tongue when the tiny hands touched it, he couldn’t really get what (A) tasted like yet… a little salty from their sweat maybe? But it wasn’t like the stories he read where small folk had wildly strong flavors. He was so wrapped up in his musing that he flinched hard when it was almost like (A)’s voice was in his own mind,”You have some really good dental hygiene (B), not a single cavity in sight, but I’m going to roll on your tongue a bit so be ready!”

(B) didn’t get a chance to make any form of acknowledgement before he felt the borrower roll their whole body around, actively stimulating his saliva to start pooling in his mouth. He huffed through his nose as his cheeks flushed, it felt so weird… but not so bad as he unconsciously moved his tongue to match the rolling.

He couldn’t help the gag when the borrower brushed their hands over the backside of his tongue, he wasn’t ready for that sensation yet. “Sorry (B), you're just going to need to push through the feeling and keep swallowing. I’ll count to ten and you swallow as hard as you can ok, it will make things easier.”

Count to ten… he can do that, it’s just going under for surgery. He gently closed his mouth and his eyes, slowly tilting backwards as he mentally counted alongside his friend.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10

*gurlk*

~

It was much harder than (B) ever imagined. He had felt how his body shifted to allow (A) passage, his airway and lungs felt tight as the warm body slid past them. He even swore the wriggling lump pressed towards his heart as it thudded out of its normal rhythm, but now he can feel the tiny hands pressing back at him. He couldn’t hear a word they were saying to him from inside, but from the slow strokes that were giving him goosebumps, they were clearly enjoying themselves.

“Happy 8/8 (A).”

And he guesses that he was too.

[jkknight98]

The favourite Pokémon of my partner and I. I haven’t had the motivation to write but some water colour has always been another hobby of mine.

[aru]

Tumblr Code.

[geekishchic]

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

always reblog tumblr identification

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

good god this just crossed my dash in the year of our lord 2023

[jeremysknoxes]

I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES??? IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024??

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Let’s take it to 4 million, folks!

[alt-menu]

almost there!

[sociallyodd260]

TO 4 MILLION!!!!!!!!!

[snarky-wallflower]

THE ORIGINAL SHOELACES POST?? ON MY DASH IN 2024??

[nerugiganon]

shoelaces. on your dash. in 2025.

[jkknight98]

I’m still waiting for this moment

[jkknight98]

A sneak peak to something new I’m working on~

Warnings for hints of death and implied non-consensual touching and further r@pe.

Totally not dead, just old, tired, and busy all the time

Odysseus couldn’t believe he had made it this far. He had lost all five hundred of the men he had called his brothers to some of the worst fates possible, fought monsters that would haunt his dreams till his dying days, and dealt with immortals who saw him as nothing more than a plaything. The most recent was the goddess Calypso, who sought to keep him with her as a lover; she was worse than Circe and her transformative magic. While the witch dropped her seduction act when he showed no interest in her as a woman, Calypso wouldn’t take no for an answer and held her goddess status over his head.

In the nights he would wake up screaming from the nightmares, remembering the heat of the Cyclop's breath washing over him and the feeling of seawater trying to drown him, she would be there trying to comfort him. It wouldn't take long for the warm hands that rubbed over his shoulders in a mocking attempt to comfort his pain to slide further down his body as he was forcefully pulled back into the warm embrace.

He was so close to ending it all, standing at the tallest cliff edge and looking out into the raging sea below, completely ignoring the calls of Calypso behind him. He could almost hear the calls of his former crewmates calling out to him with their own shared agony, screaming their hatred to the man who left them to be devoured, drowned, and destroyed. He was amazed that his skin wasn’t painted crimson for all the deaths he had caused. The touch on his back was too much as he began to cry, his voice growing higher in pitch and volume, and warm rivulets running down his face. He was so desperate to end all the pain that he looked to the sky. Before he could scream to the thunderclouds for Zues to strike him down, an owl crossed through his vision. The bird looked golden in color and he swore that it was staring back at him, reminding him of a certain someone... and the wordless scream transformed into a name he never thought he would say again.

“Athena!!!!!!!”

#=#

“Wake up… Odysseus…. Wake up….” The melodic voice of Calypso did have the same infecting cheeriness that he was sick of hearing but almost sounded remorseful. He was more confused when he felt warm droplets hit his skin and opened his eyes to meet tear-filled ones. The goddess stood over him with her arms wrapped around herself and looked like she had been crying long before she came to wake him

[liminalweirdo]

guys, in regards to reading comprehension, if it's something you struggle with — read the whole thing. If it's something you don't struggle with, yes you do — read the whole thing.

don't respond or comment or whatever before you have read the whole thing.

The number of times I've gotten responses from people who clearly didn't read beyond the first few sentences of what I wrote is genuinely staggering. Think about it: if you don't have time to read someone else's thoughts, why should anyone take time to read yours? Communication is a two-way street.

Take your time reading. It's okay if you have to take time. You don't need to be 100% ready with a response right away, ever, in real life convos or online. You are allowed to take the time you need to absorb information and develop a response. Anyone who says otherwise is an asshole.

If you have a physical copy of something, highlighting or underlining is extremely helpful. There's even studies that show that you take in more information if you're holding a pen in your hand, as if to take notes. Also, TAKE NOTES! It's fun and extremely helpful.

If you don't have a physical copy, try highlighting with your mouse or your keyboard as you read. It makes you slow down and absorb what you're reading. Highlight a sentence at a time, and move forward sentence to sentence. There are even programs that allow you to do this with any running text. It's usually called focus mode.

TL;DR read the whole text before you respond to something, for the love of spiders georg

[erinlace-deactivated20200503]

[bone-and-brawn]

[official-lucifers-child]

no no that’s a bop, i love it

[flightyfinch]

“Woman!” cried I, somewhat tearsome,

“Who are you to stand so fearsome

With your wavy locks of auburn hair and eyes of emerald green?”

Quoth the woman, “I’m Jolene”

[undeadbanjos]

A little background as to why the Markiplier fandom is panicking about The Edge of Sleep.

So YEARS ago. Mark was in a podcast called The Edge of Sleep, which was adapted into a TV series... Which was never released

Until

Mark made a movie adaptation of a video game, Iron Lung. He's put all his energy into this film, directing, producing, editing, even starring in it. the movie is done, and he's working to get it released in theaters.

We, the public don't know why, but we know that some doors have been locked on the release of Iron Lung, however some big wigs somewhere have promised that if his popularity alone can put Edge of Sleep in the TOP TEN a lot of doors will open for Iron Lung. He wasn't allowed to even say where it would premiere, nor was it advertised AT ALL

So now, Edge of Sleep has shadow dropped on Amazon Prime in the US. Three days BEFORE they even told Mark it would air. In order to get this man's work out in theaters this thing has to get to the top ten by word of mouth alone.

So. Watch Edge of Sleep! It's an apocalyptic horror. There are some mild gore warnings (blood, knife mutilation, brain dissection, self harm). Even if you can play it in the background and let it run just so it gets views thatd be helpful.

Stick it to the Hollywood Bigwigs! Show them YouTubers can have an audience! Open some doors for creative people trying to show their work to a bigger audience!

[thedurvin]

[randomencounters]

Encounter: first-draft Alien

“Raar, I’m gonna getcha!”

[jkknight98]

Bite-Sized Bats 1

So after who knows how long it's been, I'm finally making a comeback to writing again and it's for a new fandom, the DC universe! I hope everyone enjoys this first part of a series I am doing with Batman and Superman at its center. Of course, do not share this to the main fandom tag, and if you send me hate messages, do get a better hobby.

Warnings: Soft vore, implied character death, injuries, strong language.

Life in Gotham was never easy; the local populace was constantly infighting between the rich and lower class; villains and heroes caused property damage almost daily; and even the city atmosphere had an air of despair hanging around it. It was rare that a new building would stay pristine before it quickly ‘broke in’ as the city accepted it, robbery being the most common form. The normal citizen would always need to walk with both eyes and ears open, or else they would be robbed, killed, or used in a hostage situation by one of the many villain groups. Life in Gotham was tough, but somehow people managed to do it.

The other aspect of Gotham life that didn't help keep things easy was the secondary caste system that labeled everyone as either Predator, Standard, or Prey. A predator was a metahuman with enhanced senses and instincts like that of their categorization; they were a predator wearing a human mask, with mannerisms that caused the other casts to be wary of their very presence. They also have a dangerous ability to produce a strong pheromone when they enter a hunting state, having a major impact on prey castes and only affecting standards if the predator is especially strong or ravenous. It wasn’t uncommon that before the modernization of society, predators would actively hunt the other two groups for both sustenance and sport; now it happens rarely due to the work of the Gotham police. One would be a fool to think that it still didn’t happen behind closed doors and paid off hands, however. A predator takes full control of the prey or weakened standard when they shrink them down, especially in the case they decide to swallow them. This is done as a means to gain sustenance in an especially cruel manner, or in some worse situations, a predator has full control over their digestive system to create a living prison.

A prey is a metahuman that is almost indistinguishable from the Standard but is heavily influenced by a predator's pheromones, forcing them to become frantic and compress in size to hide/escape from the threat. This may have been advantageous when there were hiding places in the outdoors, but it would have almost become a death sentence if the city wasn’t so cluttered. Prey have also grown to be as difficult or unappealing to consume as possible, their anatomy changing to look as similar to predators as possible or to have a more lanky appearance to hide the hidden muscular system in their body. These metahumans are built to move and escape from any potential predation, so they excel in more athletic and sport-related career fields to keep their skills fresh, but it was too easy for a predatory manager to decide to thin his team and write it off as,’ They decided to pursue a different career path’.

The standard is, as the name itself states, they’re a human that can’t produce a predator's pheromones or be as easily influenced by them as a prey is. They sit in the middle ground as they usually can’t compete with the hyper-competitiveness of the predator while also lacking the physical abilities to compete with prey, leaving them to balance between the two sides without being attacked by either, almost acting as the mediator between the two. This wasn’t always the case as there would forever be bad blood between the two, and even a standard human could find themselves being shrunk or faced with the savagery of a cornered prey. 

But there is a glimmer of hope when a Predator decides to act against their nature and becomes the silent hero of Gotham, becoming both a symbol of hope for all three casts and an annoyance for those who seek the old ways or pure chaos.

~

Bruce sighed as he adjusted the black tie at his neck, both loosening and tightening it as his mind continued to wander. This event was supposed to act as a memorial for the passing of his parents as well as a means to raise funds to end the predator-on-prey violence charity he started ages ago, but he can’t help but think back to that fateful night down crime alley...

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh as he ran about the alleyway with his arms spread wide and spinning about; he wanted to be just like the superhero in the movies. He looked back at his parents with a hopeful smile. "Do you think I could be a hero too, even if I’m a prey?”

He remembered the look his parents shared before his father leaned down and ruffled his hair with a soft smile: "Well, we may not be like the superheroes on screen, but we are heroes to our fellow prey. By being at the top of the social ladder as we are, we beat out those predators and stand as a shining example for our people.”

His father was smiling so brightly when he finished that statement, it made Bruce’s heart sore with happiness... But a subtle smell caught his nose and caused both him and his parents to freeze. Bruce couldn’t even open his mouth before he was pulled behind his father and into the protective grasp of his mother, but it didn’t stop the smell from growing stronger. It was an almost heavy smell, full of musk and a sour smell of breath, which sent his hair to stand on end... This was the smell of a predator.

“Damn Wayne Family... stupid prey not knowing their place... even with all your money... I’ll show you where you belong on the food chain.” Stepping out of the shadows was a disheveled man; his clothes and physical appearance likened him to a coyote, a lurking predator that excelled in the city's darkened alleyways. He bared his teeth in a predatory smile that oozed hatred while the air started to grow thick with a sickly sweet smell.

Bruce’s father tried to pull out a handheld air purifier (a handy device that attempted to ward off a predator's pheromones), but the man tackled him to the ground before he could. His mother couldn’t help but scream at the sight before her, unfortunately causing her to breathe in deeply, which she realized as she turned and shoved Bruce toward the entrance as her body started to convulse. "Brucie... Run baby... and don’t stop til you get home!”

Bruce froze as his eyes traveled over his mother’s shoulder to see the man standing up with his shrunken father in his hands, squeezing him tightly as he laughed loudly, ”How do you like that Wayne, being put in your rightful place… I’m going to do that to your bitchy wife and bratty son too~” He lifted his father upwards and opened his mouth wide, Bruce turned and started to run as fast as he could. He stumbled slightly as his own body started to shake from his own exposure to the pheromones, feeling tears roll down his face and he fell and scraped his knees, staining the pants he and his mother worked so hard to pick out to match his father's.

He turned at the sound of his mother’s scream and cried harder at the sight, his mother's pearl necklace had been ripped from her neck and the white orbs were sent flying across the alleyway all while she was rapidly shrinking like his father. The Predator was standing over her form cackling as he watched her shrink, saying something that Bruce forced himself to block out as he got back to his feet and ran out of the alleyway, trying to blink away tears as his mother's screams grew fainter. He stumbled again as his body tried to stop the shrinking, but his training was done in a safe setting with a predator his family trusted, but this was real and the effect much stronger.

“Oooh Wayne Bratt…..Where did you go??”

Bruce froze at the crooning voice of the predator, he needed to hide because he couldn’t run anymore at his now tiny size. He looked for the best hiding space he could and dove into an opening formed by a collapsed building, hoping to find safety in the rubble and trash. He burrowed his way deeper into the debris and dirt hoping to hide his terrified scent and hide anything that would stand out, especially his crisp white button-down that Alfred worked so hard to iron. He made his way to a wall and curled tightly against it, using the small opening made by a water-wilted box to keep an eye out for his hunter… just when he thought he could relax and think he could think of a plan to get home… the voice came again.

“Are you here Bratt, this is the closest place a prey could get to at your size, you think I won’t smell you out, all you rich trash smell the same..” He couldn’t see the man yet but he could feel the small tremor of the man’s steps…. Almost as if he was in the dinosaur movie his father sometimes watched that had the T-rex and its booming steps….he wondered if this is how that goat felt. A shadow fell over his box and Bruce just closed his eyes to accept what was coming… he couldn’t fight or run anymore…but at least he would be with his parents.

But something else happened.

“Damn Bats…Rats with wings!!” The shadow moved away as a flurry of squeaks filled the air and the man left the building,” Damn kid probably isn’t here…” The muttering grew fainter as the man moved on, leaving Bruce in total disbelief…

It wasn't until a few hours later that a worried Alfred went to leave the manor to search for the missing Waynes and he stumbled upon a very disheveled Bruce just outside the manor grounds. The boy somehow managed to make it back though he looked like he'd been drugged through hell, and when he got the sob-filled story from the boy, the older man couldn’t help but think he did. Alfred knelt and pulled the boy to his chest, ignoring the smell of filth, and had to stop a protective growl at the scent of a predator on his young master.

“Come on Master Bruce, let's get you a bath drawn and I’ll set you up in your parent's room for the night.”

He tried to pull his arms away, but when the boy's arms tightened around his neck, Alfred sighed and resigned himself to lift the young master into his arms. He slowly began to walk back towards the manor as he listened to the boy's muffled sobbing, he liked working for the Waynes, even with the fact he was also a predator. He would take his own time to grieve the loss later but for now, he needed to focus on the boy he also viewed as a surrogate son, the young master will need a lot of help for this trama but he would see to it that all of Thomas’s and Martha’s work would not be in vain. 

His eyes were drawn upwards as a group of bats darted around overhead as they chased the midnight insects, he was oddly drawn to them.

~

“You’re going to wear out the fabric of that tie, Master Bruce, are you trying to start a fire with it, That really would put on a show for those stuck-up predators out there.” Bruce jumped slightly when Alfred appeared behind him in the mirror, the older man smiling softly up at him as he moved around him, gentle hands reaching up to fix the tie to perfection.

“You are truly a skilled man Alfred; I would never have defeated that horrible thing.” Bruce couldn’t help but crack the joke as the older man huffed in disappointment, but enjoyed the comforting feeling of the man’s warm hands as they brushed away any wrinkled or speck of dust he must have missed when he pulled on the suit. “I’ll be fine Alfred, I’ll deal with those predators trying to intimidate me into making deals or threaten to eat me with the hors d’oeuvres we will be serving tonight... What do you think I would go best with?”

Alfred could only huff as he turned away to check his attire for any blemishes,” For the bullheaded attitude like to take up with me and the villains you face... You would pair best with a toasted crostini with whipped goat cheese and pesto while you act as the sliced tenderloin, but you will not be on the menu tonight, Master Bruce.” The elder gentleman then turned to leave the room, pausing just enough to slightly ruffle the younger man's hair before he fully left, his voice echoing in the halls as he directed other staff to their roles for the night.

Bruce huffed as he tried to smooth his hair, ”What kind of butler ruffles his master’s hair.”

[fallcaesar]

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

“MUST BRING PRESENTS TO GOOD CHILDREN”

“Yes good”

“AND EAT THE BAD ONES”

“Wait no”

“EAT THEM”

“sasha no”

[tolkientrash]

@burstofhope the Christmas tiger is watching

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

She is making a list

It is not easy with her paws but she is making it

[iguanamouth]

shes almost here

[miscriont]

Okay fine this is the ONE Christmas thing I will reblog before Thanksgiving BUT THAT’S IT

[craptaztic]

SASHA’S BACK ON MY DASH!

[mace-from-outerspace]

Y’all better behave, you have two months

[aseriouscomedian]

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

[pisshandkerchief-deactivated202]

Sasha the Christmas tiger my absolute beloved

[kyraneko]

Ah, a splendid specimen of the Yule Cat.

Scientific name Felis navidad, of course.

[jkknight98]

Hey, I know we haven't talked in a bit, but I wanted to know if you have gotten into hermitcraft yet *smiley face* Not tryna force you or anything, but I hope you're doing okay. :D

I have dabbled a bit into hermitcraft, fan of Grian and Scar in the one soulmate video. But definitely not enough to do anything with.

I have been doing the best I can, I'm about to graduate with my master's next month so I have been very stressed and away from Tumblr.

But it is good to hear from you and I hope your doing good as well!

[asmoluniversefan]

I hope you do well! I believe in you, I know I need to do writing myself, but just was wondering. I believe in you! :D

[jkknight98]

I appreciate the belief and I wouldn't mind writing for them once I get out of my block of just writing academic papers

[jkknight98]

Hey, I know we haven't talked in a bit, but I wanted to know if you have gotten into hermitcraft yet *smiley face* Not tryna force you or anything, but I hope you're doing okay. :D

I have dabbled a bit into hermitcraft, fan of Grian and Scar in the one soulmate video. But definitely not enough to do anything with.

I have been doing the best I can, I'm about to graduate with my master's next month so I have been very stressed and away from Tumblr.

But it is good to hear from you and I hope your doing good as well!

[jkknight98]

Can wwe get some headcanons about the beating the house au?

Okay so I haven't been here for so long and I'm starting to lose interest in the DSMP community but I can provide the ideas I had in mind for this story and where I wanted it to continue if I went back to it.

Headcanons:

-It follows the same universe as the House always wins and Unintended Deal as Quackity references back to Wilbur being a pain to swallow. The Second part would also happen before Unintended Deal.

-The shrinking potion is a modded-in feature that could be traded with witches if you threw any type of spider eye, any mushroom, or rotten flesh at them. There was only a small chance this would result in the witch trading or them attacking the player so it was a hard item to collect as to craft it you would need items from the banned End.

I had planned for the second part to involve Quackity and Wilbur having a major fight with one another while Tommy got jostled around and had a mild panic attack because everything would be too loud and everyone speaking over him while he screamed within.

For some reason, Tommy would be released and while the two were still fighting, Dream would come in and take him to be "played " with.

This would lead Quackity and Wilbur to form an uneasy alliance to get Tommy back and scare Dream off

It would end with Tommy being both relieved and Pissed at both of them but would turn to Wilbur in the end for comfort, but not without making a joke about the two kissings again.

The story ends with Tommy being stored by Wilbur before the man picks up a guitar and softly sings until the boy falls asleep.

This is probably where the au would have naturally ended.

[sexioto]

[crilbyte-deactivated20240607]

Oh shit. No. Shit. Thank you

[villianext-deactivated20190407]

Just gonna reblog this out of gratitude because I actually did forget…

[novacaineandabelle]

Fffffffff let me get right on that. 

and then reblog for the next forgetful son of a bitch

[blondiez-b-deactivated20171118]

I’m so great full for everyone that is reblogging this. I totally forgot to take mine

[optimysticals]

I think that there is some sort of unspoken fairy godparent thing where you see this, realize that you forgot your meds, and rebagel it because if you forgot someone else must have. And in our turn we all take care of each other, even if we don’t know it.