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[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[buttercupshands]

(don't look down look at bonnie)

[doctorsiren]

Was trying to come up with an outfit for Phoenix for the Mia Fey Trilogy AU because it’s lame if he’s just in the same outfit as Maya

Also funky tattoos because :3 I said so

Bonus: someone on YouTube asked me if I could actually draw him as Doctor Strange, so here we go

[premamelody]

lord, give me one more chance

[suntails]

dance of dreams

[isuggestwishcraft]

i think isafrin dynamic, especially postcanon, is so funny to me because (among other things) isabeau is the notorious Gets Scared When The Horrors Appear type of dude, but also happens to be madly into a guy who, for lack of better words, can be aptly described as The Horrors

[felassan]

John Epler speaking to Eurogamer in early June -

"In Dragon Age games, BioWare games, romance is a core part," Epler said. "We wanted to give each character their own flavour, or their own style, of romance. So some characters may be a little more steamy while some characters maybe a little bit more innocent. But for each one, you can build these relationships. "And what's interesting in this game is, if you don't romance characters, they may decide to find their own romances for themselves, whether within the team or within the world itself." [source] (emphasis mine)

Companions may romance other companions (we knew this fact from elsewhere), or instead may romance other characters outwith the team, within the world itself?

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the biggest things that makes me see Leo as trans is absolutely the size of his carapace in comparison to his brothers’.

And I’m not talking about height! I’m specifically looking at his shell here, because when you compare him to the others, particularly Donnie who is nearly the same height as Leo, it’s very clear that Leo’s carapace is much longer in proportion to the rest of his body.

Like - standing side by side, even though Donnie is shorter his carapace ends noticeably higher up than Leo’s does. And I like this not only because it really helps push the idea that Leo could very likely be trans (or intersex!), but it’s also just a fun design difference between them.

(It also lends way to future scenarios of Donnie eventually getting taller than Leo, but sitting down still has Leo being the taller one haha.)

[thedragonhermit]

First of all, surprise! More Person of Interest! Wow!

Second, my brain would not let go of trying to form a PoI x Fallout AU, and for a while I didn't think I could make it work (ie: how do you get a franchise dependent on stuff like the internet and phone booths to work in one with neither), until I had an actual shower thought about it being specifically a Fallout 4 AU!

Basically it's just Fallout-y versions of the PoI main cast, with Fallout-y versions of their backstories, and following a Fallout-y version of the show's plot, but the plot of Fallout 4 is also happening at the same time with John filling the role of the Sole Survivor (except Harold got him out of Vault 111 instead of Father, and John isn't Shaun's dad lol). Oh and the Institute's surveillance of the Commonwealth is provided by the Machine, and yet Finch has ensured they don't have full access so he can use it the way he wants to: to help improve the lives of the people of the Wasteland!

[thechibilitwick]

me when i mera mera (other ver under cut)

they’re so gay i hate them.

[jasontoddspussy]

It was supposed to be like any other night.

(Ignoring the fact that it was 5;30 AM, that Dick was crashing at this safe-house even though the two had been fighting in the past couple of days, and that Jason was honest to gods just tired down to his bones and he’d like to just fucking sleep ).

He shed his layers, only really being careful with his gear (his shit was good and could withstand a lot. That didn’t mean he needed to be a jackass with it.) and placing his assortment of weapons in either cases built into the walls or on a countertop. His armor, clothes and underclothes, though? Those he kicked to the curb, uncaring about wherever they ended up.

Normally he’d take a shower, wash off the stink and grime of Gotham on his skin, but he’s 99% sure if he tried to take a shower he’d slip and crack his head open like an idiot, or he’d fall asleep in his tub and drown like an idiot.

So he decided that tonight he’d deal with some wet-wipes ala hospital, though not bothering to pop-em in the microwave, and shucking off his underwear to put on some fresh ones.

Feeling just slightly cleaner, which he deemed good enough, Jason headed into his bedroom and face-planted down onto the bed, wiggling like a worm to get under the covers. He heard grumbles coming from the left side of the bed, but Jason decided he was too tired to give a shit right now.

He’ll kick Dick off of the bed if he hogs the duvet, though.

As soon as his face hits the pillow, he’s out like a light.

–

At some point during his sleep, Jason had ended up back-to-back with Dick. It’s uncommon for them to share a bed, it’s not something they’ve done since Dick was a teenager and Jason a child. Granted, they’ve passed out in a backseat together, on a couch, ect, but he’s pretty keen on not counting that as sharing a bed.

He doesn’t really mind it, per se- It’s just that Jason’s so unused to people touching him, especially kindly or softly, intimately , that it makes him feel overwhelmed.

Jason blinks, wondering what it was that caused him to wake up. Dick’s still asleep, snoring quietly in the bed next to him as the man clutches one of Jason’s bed’s pillows. He scans his room for intruders, finds nothing.

Pang .

He frowns, gaze falling down into his lap. It’s been a while since he’s felt cramps, but it does happen occasionally. Thankfully without any bleeding.

Pang .

Although it doesn’t feel quite the same way as menstrual cramps, he doesn’t really know what else it could be. Jason glances at Dick, then quietly tries to leave the bed. This bed is currently stashed up against a wall, so Jason has to sorta wiggle to the bottom till his feet hit the floor. Good thing he’s got long legs.

Dick doesn’t stir as Jason leaves the bed, silently walking towards his bathroom. It might not help, but it’s worth a try.

He doesn’t bother turning on the lights considering the Pit gave him pretty good night vision. Jason sits on the toilet, just sorta staring into space as he waits for the pain to subside.

…

It doesn’t.

Actually, it feels like it’s getting worse. Bit by bit the pangs of pain increases in frequency, turning into more of a throb as seconds turns to minutes.

Rounding at 20 minutes of nothing, Jason decides he doesn’t need the bathroom, and so he can return to bed. Gritting his teeth he stands on wobbly legs, gripping onto the sink before he can fall onto the tiled floor.

Okay, the pain is less of a throb , now, and more of a stab stab stab . Jason carefully lowers himself to the floor, taking some deep breaths hoping that’ll help him deal with the continuous waves of pain swimming through him.

This is fine, I don’t needa walk. I’ll just crawl . He thinks, turning onto his knees and letting his forearms and thighs carry most of his weight - Not his stomach.

Jason is glad he has thick skin, or else he thinks he’d get a lot of shear as he drags himself mostly by his elbows back towards the bed. As he nears it, he stops to take a break while also contemplating how the hell he’s going to get back into the bed.

He can’t do his normal hop-in from the bottom.

Guess he’s gonna have to drag himself up onto the mattress, he can probably lift most of his torso with just his arms.

Jason manages to scoot towards the edge of the mattress, get an elbow up there and heave once before one of his knees give out and he face-palms into one of Dick’s feet. Gross.

His brother mumbles something grumpily, sitting up with his hair all over the place, staring down at Jason with a confused and mildly annoyed frown.

“What’r you doin’?” Dick asks, blinking, his gaze taking in Jason’s slumped body half on the floor and on the edge of the bed, then “on the floor?” He finishes.

“‘S nothin’. I gottit handled.” Jason mutters in reply. Dick’s eyes track over his sweaty skin, probably just as bad if not worse bed-hair, and slightly shaking frame.

“And what is “it”? And great, now the asshole’s concerned and unimpressed.

“Jus’ some intense pain. ‘s prolly just cramps.”

Dick blinks. Jason can see the way his mind catalogues what Jason’s saying, his appearance and how he probably ended up on the floor from the open bathroom door to where he’s slumped, still.

“...You’re on the floor”

“Couldn’t walk.”

“Why?”

“...”

“Jason. Why couldn’t you walk?” Dick’s awake, now, leaning towards him with that stupid frown of his.

“...It’s fine. I can crawl. It’s just a bitta pain”

……..

“Jason oh my fucking-” Dick starts, hands flying everywhere as he starts to get out of bed. Jason doesn’t bother moving.

Because he’s a jerk. Not because he can’t.

“Y’know, normal people? Sensible people? Reasonable people? When they go to the bathroom to sit on the toilet and wait for pain to pass, and when it doesn’t pass only getting worse, they tend to, you know, remember there’s other people in the house.”

Jason doesn’t reply, just watches as Dick nearly trips over his own feet janking on a pair of Jason’s sweatpants that are too long (not his fault he’s a head taller, tell that to the golden green kool-aid) and a t-shirt that might belong to Tim (he’s guessing, because it seems to fit okay, if only just slightly too small) while the man keeps scolding Jason like he’s 12 and Dick’s 18 again.

“For instance a normal fucking person would probably sit there and think “o h. oh no I can’t stand up. Oh no- Brother! Friend! Help me !” then wait for someone to come and help, but I’m willing to bet my entire heritance that you, you big dumb idiot-”

“Rude.”

“ Probably thought something like “O h. I can’t stand up. Eh, it’s fine. I’ll just crawl. ” Like an idiot!”

Dick continues, then throws a hoodie at him and a pair of wonder-woman sweatpants that Jason ever so slowly begins to pull on.

He’s not gonna try to defend himself, what would be the point when Dick (unfortunately) is spot on?

Dick would just see right through him and then he’d never shut up.

“Get dressed. We’re going to the ER. I swear to everything and everyone, Jason, if you fight me on this I will call Clark and I will have him carry you in your underwear to the hospital don’t think I won’t.”

Jason’s not an idiot. He knows there’s battles you can’t win. Sometimes, you’ll have overestimated yourself, or underestimate your opponent, and the smartest thing to do is retreat and recalculate how to go about defeating the enemy. A tactical retreat.

He keeps his mouth shut and continues working on putting clothes on.

Meanwhile, Dick ruffles through the duffle-bag where he keeps all of his fake IDs, insurance crap and what-not, and packs it into a smaller bag that Jason doesn’t know where came from.

As soon as Jason’s done putting on his clothes, Dick bends down and gets ready to heave him up so he can use Dick as support to waddle.

“Didn’t nobody ever tell ya that liftin’ heavy shit sideways is like putting two adult lions on your back, damaging it?” Jason mumbles into Dick’s cheek as his brother lifts him from the floor.

“I told you that.”

“Heed your own advice, then, Goldie.”

They make a sorry sight, surely, as they waddle slowly to the elevator that this apartment complex has (Jason’s guys are the ones doing maintenance and upkeep, so he knows shit’s up to code), riding it down to the ground floor and out the door to the parking lot, where on the opposite end of it stands the unit garage doors. Jason always picks safe-houses that have a garage so he can bring his car with him.

Dick unlocks the garage doors, puts Jason on the ground real quick so he can lift the port, then unlocks the impala, throwing open the side door so he can more or less just deposit Jason in his seat before taking the drivers place.

Normally his car’s rumble is like music to his ears, but the pain’s really making it hard for him to think anything but “wow, this shit hurts”, and he doesn’t even care that the radio is on. Normally he’d be listening to an audio book or his own music. Dick likes to fiddle with the music to put on eurobeat, of all things, whenever he’s in the car. That’s why he doesn’t let the man drive, since the driver gets to pick the music. The shotgun can shut his cakehole.

But right now Dick doesn’t even look at the radio. He pulls the impala right outta the garage, wasting no time rearing up the speed as he heads to Gotham Hospital.

Jason slumps against the window.

It takes them minutes to reach their destination, but to Jason it feels more like hours. He lets Dick pull him out of his car, grabs the bag with Jason’s ID shit, then waddles to the sliding doors of the ER.

There’s about 8 other people in various states of injury waiting in different chairs placed along the walls, with 3 people in line at the front desk. A nurse greets them when it’s their turn.

“Welcome to Gotham Emergency. What can I help you with today?” They ask. Dick puts on the ‘Grayson-Wayne’ charmy smile, which somehow works despite him looking like he just rolled out of bed.

Which. He did.

“Hi! My friend here’s having some stomach pain that’s been getting worse, to the point he felt he had to crawl along the floor because he couldn’t walk.” Dick explains, polite to the nurse, sure, but Jason can still feel the jab at his choices. If he had the strength he’d kick the man’s shin.

“Alright, please fill out these forms and then pass them back to me.” They hand Dick a clipboard with a pen attached. They waddle to the closest pair of chairs, where his brother drags Jason down with him and all but forces him to use the older man as a pillow.

He listens quietly as Dick reads out the questions and answers them, it’s basic stuff like Jason’s name, age, social security #, the reason they’re there today, descriptions of symptoms, any previously known ailments or injuries that could be relevant, other diagnoses that could be relevant or pharmaceuticals (it’s probably very common for people to come in with G.I. bleeding after taking ibuprofen) that might’ve affected them in a specific time-zone. Dick dutifully fills out each one, while his other hand is running through Jason’s hair almost soothingly. He’s pretty sure he’s seen him do this with Alfred the cat, and that’s where this habit comes from, but he’s too out of it to protest right now.

(It also feels kind of nice).

Dick leaves him in the chair as he hands the nurse receptionist back the clipboard. Jason overhears them telling him that his name will be called when there’s time. In the meantime, a nurse might come with some pain killers. So long as it’s not a needle, Jason’ll prolly be fine, he thinks. His brother re-joins him in the chair, and together they wait.

He doesn’t know how long they wait, but his name is called at some point, and a gruff elder woman with graying hair greets them as they waddle into an examination room.

She takes his BP, Temperature, RF, Oxygen levels and notes it down as they wait for the radiograph people to arrive.

“I’d like to get a scan of your abdomen. Your little friend can be in here if you’re okay with it” She gestures at Dick.

“That’s fine.” He responds. He’s pretty sure he needs someone he knows around him right now less he actually freaks out.

The radiograph arrives, and tells everyone but Jason to get out. Jason, they cover with some ‘’special’’ aprons (he doesn’t know what makes them special. sure as hell not the color, it looks like a flower threw up on them-) and he puts the portable x-ray on Jason’s abdomen. It takes maybe 5 seconds, then the machine is gone and the radiograph person’s let Dick and Dr-what’s her name back inside.

“Looks like there’s air gathered here. I’d say it could be appendicitis, but you’d be better off doing a CT for more accurate prognosis”

Jason flinches, and then Dick is there, holding his hand like he’s a child.

“..He’s claustrophobic.” The man explains, saving Jason the embarrassment. The Dr. clicks her tongue.

“We’ll try ‘n be quick. Let me see when it’s free” She says, moving towards one of the staff computers they keep in every room.

“We can get there in 10, be done in 10. Your friend can come with you, but not inside the room, but you can see him outside of it.” She consoles, and Jason just nods. He knows he can’t let his fears control him like this, but at the moment he feels incredibly small. Dick squeezes his hands.

She gets a wheel-chair from the reception, and has Dick roll him as they get to the CT-scanning-room. There’s walls with windows and a door separating the actual machine. By the wall sits a bunch of people in uniforms in front of a couple monitors. Dick keeps Jason’s gaze each step of the way as he’s stripped into a hospital gown, as he’s being injected with the (very cold) dye, and as he gets onto the board that’s going to slide him into the scanner.

It’s not a coffin. He’s not buried.

He’s not dead.

Jason doesn’t trust his eyes, so he closes them and tries thinking about other things that aren't the taste of wet mud. He thinks about flying with Superman. He thinks about hanging with Kori, Roy, Artemis and Bizarro despite him being the youngest. He thinks about neapolitan ice-cream banana splits with whipped cream, candied hazelnuts and chocolate ganache.

Before he knows it, he’s back outside and Jason’s re-taken his place in the wheelchair. Dick is rubbing his shoulders back and forth, anxiously, as they wait for the Doctor to tell them what’s up.

As if summoned, she walks back into the room, the other people who’d been sitting by the computer leaves, and she levels her calm gaze at them.

“So, turns out your appendix is about to burst. And we need to get that removed immediately, as in within now .” She tells them. Dick’s hands freeze on his shoulders.

“He’s headed to surgery?” The man asks, frowning.

“Yes. I’ve called down a nurse to help him get ready, then bring him to the OP room. You can be there until he’s sedated.”

“Alright.”

Dick wheels Jason into a different room, led by a nurse, who puts him into a different hospital gown (with socks? for some reason?), and puts him into the hospital bed that he’s going to be sedated in. The Doctor arrives, then, as Dick holds Jason’s hand while an anesthetic nurse inserts an IV to put him to sleep.

“Also, by the way, you have a tumor.” She starts. Jason blinks. “But don’t worry about that right now.” The Doctor finishes. He feels something cold go into his arm.

He looks at Dick, who looks flabbergasted, right back at him.

“Wha-?” Jason manages to utter before he passes out.

In his weird, anesthetic-fuelled dreams, Jason’s chased by a tumor.

“Don’t worry about that right now” The tumor tells him.

“Well how could I worry about something like that ” He tells the tumor.

He makes sure his middle fingers are proudly presented to really nail in the point.

It feels about as amused as Dick eating Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches.

[sammyshuno]

"I really miss Dorian...and sometimes I think that’s okay...and sometimes, I think it isn’t."

[raprockcity]

initially gonna be smthn entirely different but i gave up in favor of something more complex LOL

[intricate-ritualz]

edwin is stronger than me bc personally i wouldn’t have the heart to be in an eternal situationship. “you’re the most important person in the world to me” “we have literally forever to figure it out” WHAT DID U MEAN BT THAT..GOD JUST TELL ME NO DONT GET MY HOPES UP W THIS COSMICALLY BONDED PLATONIC(?) SOULMATES SHIT

[simminginstars]

no tears left to cry...literally

[mcytegg]

i change my mind abt wanting the sticklers involved in any lore relevant schemes can they just login together and have a fun even one singular time time . no war or betrayal just running around the tunnels full invis or skmething :')