#But oh well! Better safe than sorry

[thewirewitch]

Y'all guess what

Finally working on an online shop!

So far, I'm going to only sell printed stuff through Threadless, but I do plan on opening another shop someday where I'll sell actual physical items myself!

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

[everlicious-enby]

WOW this took forever. maybe not my best work but!! it’s also maybe the biggest piece i’ve ever finished so i am choosing to be proud of myself!!!

Song is The Well by the Crane Wives

[daily-xisuma]

[047] Applied my version of Doom's partial invisibility fuzz effect and an accidental offshoot I created in the process, heehee :-)

[ethanscrocs]

my favorite problematic disabled rep ❤️

[zentriii]

jiang cheng going from holding wei wuxian back often to being the one held back when they see the piles of bodies n wang lingjiao insults his mom… no one fucking touch me

[ironfloret]

mimikyu is a somewhat bunny-like ghost-type, right...?

[simplych4i]

@a-scary-lack-of-common-sense made this poem and I couldn't help myself. There's something so wonderful about it, I just kept rereading it. Had to make something of it.

[gaylordthethird]

My friend mentioned how kinda weird and varied the foods I eat are and I've been thinking and put together a list. So-

The foods I eat with arfid, but they get progressively less common as a safe food

Bread (seedy not plain) (or naan or rolls)

Potatoes (chips, mashed, baked, cubed)

Chicken

Rice (white/jasmine)

Sausage Rolls

This one specific Muesli bar

Hawaiian Pizza (sorry 😔)

Garlic Bread

Chips (crisps, salt and vinegar or plain)

Dark Chocolate

Lettuce

Peanut butter Jam Sandwiches (crunchy pb only)

Apple and Mango puree

Mangoes

Butter Chicken curry

Mango Chicken Curry

Cucumber

Capsicum (bell pepper)

Hot sauce

Pomegranate

[meta-knight-is-bisexual]

SCOPOPHOBIA WARNING BELOW

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okay hi dog man fandom i drew this while waiting for my scarlet shedder to arrive in the mail cause i was really excited <<33 has literally no connection to the new book but dw about it

anyways do you ever think dog man might like to be called greg (again)

[tariah23]

That “things I’m not afraid to admit as a black person,” trend going around needs to die off like, immediately bro.

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[asbestos-11]

@b1adie i saw that post abt wanting dh in that dress. hope i did it justice^^

[moonlitkilljoy]

@giftober 2022 | day 23: full body

Gotham (2014) Season 3, Episode 17 "The Primal Riddle"

[navybrat817]

When you get into a WIP, but find something a bit too similar.

My muse:

And... we move on to the next. 😂

[mixed-up-metaphors]

doodles be upon ye