#[IC] Lashing Out

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[deadwooddross]

If like 10 more people wanted to hang out in my sticker tier on patreon to get some sticky guys for a bit, my rent would be, how you say…secured

I also have like a year of stickies planned out so far, the current selection is Lots of Imps, more manticores, some aliens…just kinda going through little bestiary creatures I like I suppose

This is me sticking out my long cartoon leg in fishnets on the side of the road, but also here’s a sneaky peeky of one of the manticores I accidentally made too big for my envelopes, and a 👽

[arom-antix]

Happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend, trophy husband of Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov!

[t00s1lly]

Gabriel is actually so cute in the Simion flashbacks and the doctors are insane for not seeing that

Like, he's just a little guy. A baby. He's literally just chilling there on the back of Maddy's head, he's not hurting anyone. At least he wasn't, until they started treating him like a guinea pig

[raptorprowl]

@5mind from here

"Sounds good to me. Maybe somebody above our weight class will handle it."

Direlash hoped, at least. Would have been nice if a speedster or a space cop sorted it out and left promptly after the job was done. But knowing how things played out, it was liable that the Raptor of Wrath would have to participate after all.

"Think you can use those ice powers to cordon off damaged areas? I got my own methods."

Cans of spray paint. Direlash was going to mark which way people needed to go, so he didn't have to herd them himself. Waving his arms, shouting as loud as he could. Stuff like that.

[siixkiing]

@6em4k {☯}

“Come on, Wukong - you’re simple, not memorable.” Oh yeah, they both are.

"You know what, I don't feel bad about my score on your's now. In fact, I'm glad I don't remember ANYTHING about you."

[wisteria-html]

I think you reach out to people first because you see the best in them and want to connect with that part of them.

🐦

Yeah I think you’re right. It’s interesting, I’ll say out loud that I’m putting myself first and will wait for the other person to open the door and try to connect and then I’ll immediately turn around and do the opposite. Sometimes it works and sometimes it hurts me deeply, but I’m trying to figure out if it’s a self-sacrificing harmful behavior I should talk to my therapist about or just one of the things that makes me who I am, you know?

[livef1sh]

Now, honestly... how are you holding up?

Not necessarily by a thread. About 2 or 3, maybe 4 on a good day. Which is more threads than I used to have, so that's something at least.

I could say "better than ever," which definitely wouldn't be a lie. It's not a very high bar to achieve.

[rawesomesauce]

amerie and harper are both horrible people and i'm tired of pretending they're not

[darkness-sees-all]

i know you want to help. i know how cruel & serious this is but...theres another way. theres another way to 'save' him- & this way isnt it

just...consider it? consider stepping back, consider going home. please, dark. i care about you. alot of people do

-> Darkheart carefully placed down the food you gave them before standing up at their full height. There was a certain.... Emptiness to their voice, a touch of sadness...? "If they cared.... If mother cared... Then someone would've come for me. But no one has."

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@maximummuses from [x]

He picked the nearest roof top for now. Just to get his bearings. A quick tap to the black domino and his lenses did a quick overlay of his Gotham over the one he was currently in. Okay... not too different... Crime Alley here apparently lumped in a couple of the neighbouring streets rather than just Park Row. And the Monarch Theatre here was larger; probably looked incredible inside if this one wasn't as dilapidated as the one back home. Tim hummed to himself before abruptly freezing in place.

Ice ran down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He was being watched. Tim was very well acquainted with the feeling, it kept him alive when he was on patrol and stealthing through a mission. The problem was the instinctual fear coursing through him because that was associated with exactly one person. One gloved hand lingered by his bo currently strapped to his thigh, right next to an old scar, currently aching with phantom pain as memories started to swirl in his mind's eye. Slowly, he turned around.

That... wasn't what he was expecting to see. Shape was just off enough that Tim was pretty sure that it wasn't Bruce under that cowl. The guns were also a big giveaway. It wasn't a surefire thing, for all he knew, this was a world where Bruce didn't have a problem with guns. But the menace of the stalking walk, like a predator narrowing in-

-why is he here and how?! Blocking the quicker blows and having to let the more punishing one's through. Bo staff to the side of the face. Let the punch to his stomach go through because blocking that knife is way more important-

Tim gulped. "Hi Jason." He did his best to sound as level and calm as possible despite the way he could feel his fingers trembling. "Are you open to talking first? I'd really rather not fight you when you're like this."

[fatestouch]

How attractive are you from 1-100?

"Damn, Jamie, that's way higher than ours!"

"I can't tell if the score is good or not, though..."

[byanyan]

"your flaw is that you aren't kind enough to yourself. every living being deserves grace and dignity, and that includes you."

[ from lcy ! who def said it in mandarin and his baby sis wendy translated sdfsdkf LMAO ]

point out a flaw of byan'sㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤof all their many, many flaws which one could choose from to point out, that is not one they're expecting to hear, and it stops byan in their tracks. startled, they blink owlishly at wendy, then shift their gaze back to chényǔ.

ㅤㅤ" what? "ㅤvoice heated, if also carrying a hint of alarm, an anger flares inside their chest before they even really know why.

because it makes them sound pathetic, they think; makes them sound weak.

more than likely, however, it's because it hits too close to home. it's because he's right, and because him saying such a thing means he's noticed it. means he's seen right through them. means that they've been perceived on a deep and accurate level, a concept they find terrifying — they hide their insecurities beneath their bravado as a form of protection, after all. someone taking note of such a thing is dangerous.

ㅤ—and yet... even as a weakness has been pinpointed and displayed out in the open... he's being nice about it instead of using it to tear them down. what the fuck. nothing about this is right. nothing about this is okay. caught off guard by the remark and uncertain of how to react to it as they are, their fight or flight instincts are beginning to kick in.

ㅤㅤ" that's the stupidest fuckin' thing i've ever heard. "ㅤthe teen snaps out through bared teeth with more force than they intend, and they do it almost too quickly. aware in the next second that they surely sound suspiciously defensive, a warmth flushes their cheeks and they curl their hands into tight fists.ㅤ" have you met me? i'm perfect an' i fuckin' know it. everyone else knows i know it, too — 'cept you, apparently. tch. 'yOu ArEn'T kInD eNoUgH tO yOuRsElF,' what kinda weakass bullshit... "

[raptorprowl]

How does it feel being Maverick Clan’s attack dog and their shepherd at the same time? To be idolized for these things?

Direlash's eyes widened behind his visor. What was this punk saying-- that he could be ordered around to do ultraviolence? But at the same time he had to round everyone up and keep them out of danger? It was getting harder to dispute how far his reputation had gone by now. But...

"It's $%#&ed up. Like you're gonna be if you don't take a hike and set the volume to zero!"

[rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter]

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[steel-winter-rose]

JAIME LANNISTER:

cont from [x]

“The son of the lion, you speak as if I should trust you so easily.” There was a bite in her words, as harsh and as cold as the winds of her home, even after everything she was still a she-wolf, albeit now a mother wolf as well. One who nearly lost her life when birthing the son that remained within her arms, which protectively embraced the small pup that she’d called Jon. There was a storm within her gray eyes, burning with anger, heartache, sorrow...word reached them of the Prince’s death; Lyanna had yet to even fully process it nor grieve. “Was it not your fathers army who assisted in such brutality, who allowed such unthinkable violence upon two innocent children, of their mother?” The wolf and the lion were near the same age, they’d briefly met prior and the Lannister boy always seemed of good heart, logically she knew he was not to blame for the actions of his father, but her temper was fierce and untamed, she was speaking from hurt, from anger. 

 “I am no Lady Stark, that title would now belong to my good sister.” There was still uncertainty in her eyes, in posture and words, only when he speaks of Rhaegar does her expression soften, an ache felt within her chest at the memory now; he was dead because of her. “Robert would kill him.” She whispers, looking down to the slumbering babe, he looked so peaceful despite coming into this world in a time of war, he was peace, his mothers peace. “He cannot return to King’s Landing now, they wish to eliminate the Targaryen line, and any with it’s blood.” Brow lifts while staring at the young man now, a moment or two of silence falling between them. “And what if to give us this protection you seek to, it meant to stand against your own father?”

@notenoughmuses​