#Does this make sense? Probably not!

[mvndrvke]

@moltolavoro gets a starter!

Icarus had fallen, and so the legend goes. But the fall is the only thing that seems to matter. The destination isn't quite as important.

But to the god of the sea, it is. Poseidon can sympathize with Icarus, and the sea is more welcoming than the sky. Cold water soothes Apollo's scorn, and perhaps for a short time, Icarus can feel peace and reassurance in the water that caught him when Apollo turned his back.

The naiads do what they can. They bring Icarus to shore when they've healed him as much as they're able, and Poseidon decides to sit on the shore with Icarus until he awakes. He glances over when he hears him stir.

"Move slowly," he warns. "Just breathe first."

[solavirtus]

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑺...

( kentaro sakaguchi , genderfluid , any ) — as the demons pour out of the sea DAEVA AKA MANAH makes their way to the shore, an eleven hundred and sixty-six-year-old creature who appears thirty-five. here with their feet planted on cynefin’s soil, it is images of a stone cold face, when they smile, it twists something ugly in your chest, an uneasiness you cannot name, pristine suit, cufflinks to match, an image out of a book, not a thread out of place, a vanishing spirit, flickering out of your sight so quickly that you are not sure if it was a real or a mirage, nightmares plaguing your dreams, a curious gaze twisting the knife of memories, just to see how you squirm, that flood the minds they touch. some may even say that they are proper and calm, but it matters little that they are untied by a sorcerer’s contract — they remain unabashedly fiendish and deceptive. beware, for demons are never truly kind. ╱ kira, twenty5, she/her, gmt+3.

BIOGRAPHY ( cw horror imagery, torture, manipulation, death, nothing nice )

you come into existence before the beginning of time. before the word common era was fabricated. a time so long ago, humans can never manage to wrap their slight minds around it.

they think monsters are created. you know them to be wrong. you are not born either. you do not have a father, a mother, or a god. for you are god.

there is no incidence. no single creator you will ever bow to. you are the source, and the source is you. if you used to be someone before - you have chosen a long time ago not to remember. you have also forgotten this choice already made.

you create yourself into this shape. a shape that shifts in perpetuity. the only constant is its change. you create yourself at every epoch, at every success, at every failure, at every cusp of time.

all you know is a hunger that will never be sated. a craving that you have carved into yourself, a hole in the place where there never was a soul. you know humans attempt to find comfort in their terrors, that the devil makes evil happen, that there must be a reason for their suffering. you know there is none. you have simply come into existence, and your existence alone is there to prove them wrong.

you are the anti-matter to the matter. darkness to the light of life.

you are the drop of poison in a well in a starved village, the source of life that drowns them from inside. you promise to quench their thirst, you promise them paradise. you only ask for a price. you seek what they find most worthy, a forced sacrifice that carves into their minute souls. they begin to revere you. and once they do, you hold the water out to them in your palms, and let them drink from your rotten hands. how it trickles down their chins disgusts you. they cling to you, looking up from where they are praying on their knees. once they have enough, once all of them have had enough, it begins to burn them from within. you relish in their cries. you find yourself another well to poison.

you are the whispers that fall upon powerful ears. you sit on the arm of a thrown, leg thrown over a royal mantle, a greedy hand moving up and down on the skin you are wearing. you lazily lean down upon the shoulders of a nation. you pretend to listen. you boast of their successes, imitate adoration and reverence, then murmur words that have never been true. you are the voice that causes kings to incite wars, the end of bloodlines for decades to come.

you are the seeds of doubt fed to weak minds. you are the charming, beautiful, or handsome figure who possibly could not mean any harm. you come as a father, as a mother, a lover, a friend, or a god. whoever they need the most. you appear in their dreams as a mirage, you hold them close when they need to be held. you give them promises that you will keep. promises that by the time they are fulfilled, the people who wished for them are no longer the same. you know how to orchestrate their nightmares now, where it pains them the most, where to twist your daggers to hear them shriek.

a contract is sacred. your existence itself is sacrilege. you weave the ones you make with care, picking those that will yield you the most power. for a contract to be made, you ask for their most prized possession. power for power. something to hold above their heads before they can achieve what they wish through you. more often than not, it's a secret, revealing their soft belly, where it would hurt the most, what keeps them up at night. you tell them this is a fair deal. everything has to come with a cost. of course, this does not apply to you.

when you come into this reality in the woods of cynefin, you have a goal in mind. one none of these humans know. one they will never know.

once again, when you walk through what these people call ancient halls, you want to scoff. instead, you shift into what's most needed, a professor, a demure, kind-looking creature. one people feel more at ease dropping their guards around. you give them carefully constructed smiles, as well as a backstory, just detailed enough to be believable.

a khemia professor without khemia, one without a bond, you are a master of lies, know how to hide the truths whenever and however needed. you lie in waiting now, taste the sorrows of the city and its habitants, look for its weaknesses.

it is not the time to strike yet, and you have never been the one to play with your cards out in the open.

you used to wonder if your hunger would be satiated. by now, you know it will not. this is simply who you are. you want to play regardless. the outcome of this game does not matter, you will play, as long as it keeps being interesting enough for your attention.

[technically-human]

Oh no, he's meeting all of Eggman's standards!

A continuation to this.

[dailyheavymedic]

day 55

TWO strawpages requests cause I thought it was funny they were next to each other, someone just really wanted them to cuddle

[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[smallsinger5901]

yes the footwashing scene is shipping bait thinly disguised as biblical imagery but theres a bit i cant stop thinking about as a metaphor for Light’s whole. Deal. As kira

this. This bit right here where he dries L’s hair off. on the surface, it seems like a nice gesture- something kind, the sort of thing you do just to be nice, and fair, not expecting a reward.

but look:

The only reason Light cared was because L’s hair was dripping water onto his foot. What I take from this scene is that Light only cares to do anything particularly benevolent when it’s directly affecting him, be that L’s hair dripping water on him, or his need to feel like a God. His superiority complex makes him appear kind, but he would have no interest in helping others if it weren’t serving him in some way.

Idk I just think its interesting :))

[digitalmyyth]

Hey wait a minute—

[outer-andromeda]

Usually I try to better clean up and color these... But I REALLY wanted to share 'em as soon as possible cuz I really like how they look already, sue me :')))

Some story time under the cut for those of you who want context >:000

((EDIT - Small TWs for some negative talk and mentions of grief. Also spoilers for the ending on Chapter 4 :00)

As mentioned in a previous post, Gabby and Doey's relationship is... Very strained after the events of the fourth chapter.

Doey joined the group (Gabby, Kissy and Ava) eventually while they were venturing as subtly as possible to avoid running into Huggy. It was a surprise, obviously - they all thought he was six feet underground since the aftermath of him crashing down. They were all relieved to know he was still alive, but something was different. He wasn't as jovial as his usual self was... He was just... Off. Quiet. Monotone.

(Which is understandable since the guy is literally GRIEVING the loss of the kids of the Safe Haven y'know- and he feels immense guilt for what happened)

At some point, they get separated - Kissy and Ava stick together, while Doey and Gabby venture on their own way, both groups hoping to join each other again eventually. Doey and Gabby still have that quiet dynamic going on, because the human guy doesn't want to make things any worse than they already are. So he tries to be the cheerful one. For both his and Doey's sakes. He tries as hard as he can. But it falls flat. And Gabby, despite himself, grows more and more irritated by Doey's unusual calmness. Something's obviously going on and he won't say anything about it.

Something happens that puts them in a dangerous situation, and everything spills out. Gabby wants to talk, he wants answers. Doey is trying to ignore it, but he's being pushed. And suddenly his anger blooms back out. And he lashes out on Gabby. Shouts all the words he hadn't gotten out. How he was never any good for the kids. How he could've done so much more. How if it wasn't for him, "they'd still be breathing and standing right now". How Gabby can't understand. And Gabby... Takes it. He stands there, listening to every single thing he says. Silently.

He's not afraid. And Doey notices. It's unnerving. It catches him completely off guard. It's like something is starting to break inside of him. Something he's not sure he wants to let shatter much more...

And then Gabby hugs him. And the thing in Doey's core is completely obliterated. And the tears are finally, finally let loose. And his shoulders finally relax to wrap themselves around the short man.

They talk after some VERY good comforting words from Gabby. They find Kissy and Ava after some searching, and they're back on track.

And from then on, their relationship changes back slowly to the small friendship they had formed in the past, plus more. They both understand and trust each other, and Doey feels relief from having someone he can confide in and let himself relax with. And just... Be a kid. Even if just for a bit. All three kids need that so badly, and Gabby tries his best to give that to them. To Doey. Because he, out of anyone, deserves a break the most.

[gabelew]

I drew the first image of Link and Bazz drinking and chilling together and then it spiraled

What can I say, I just really like watching these two interact, and I think Bazz is weirdly uniquely qualified to relate to at least some of Link's internal drama.

[batbabydamian]

A Quick Guide to Damian’s Furry/Feathered/Scaled Companions

LEFT: R:SOB #1 Cover RIGHT: R:SOB #6

GOLIATH THE BAT DRAGON

Introduced in: ROBIN: SON OF BATMAN (2015) #1

DAMIAN'S BABY AND BEASTY BESTIE!! On a mission during the Year of Blood, Damian kills the family of bat dragons guarding his objective. Goliath, despite being the youngest and last of his kind, forgives Damian. Goliath goes on to become one of Damian's most loyal companions, even featuring beside him in Batman Beyond (2016) #10, #11, #43-#47!

LEFT: B&R #13 RIGHT: B&R #4

TITUS THE DOG

Introduced in: BATMAN AND ROBIN (2011) #2

A Great Dane gifted to Damian from Bruce as an effort in fatherhood. Funny enough, Damian finds him a nuisance at first and briefly refers to him as "Dog". Titus is a good boy that follows Damian's every step, even joining Bruce on his mission to resurrect Damian!

LEFT: Batman Inc #1 RIGHT: Batman Inc #7

BAT-COW THE COW

Introduced in: BATMAN INCORPORATED (2012) #1

Bat-Cow, branded with a star signifying which cattle were contaminated, was saved from a slaughterhouse to run some tests (which they do find of a mind control variety). Damian declares himself a vegetarian, and calls her Bat-Cow! She also sorta has a running gag of literally standing in the face of danger to save the day.

LEFT: Batman Inc #6 RIGHT: Batman Inc #7

ALFRED THE CAT

Introduced in: BATMAN INCORPORATED (2012) #6

Considered a "hopeless case" by the animal shelter, Alfred gifts him to Damian. The cat is a bold lil guy, which Damian takes an immediate liking to, and names him Alfred (likely because tuxedo cat = butler lol). After hours of chicken, playtime, and scratches, Damian and Alfred become friends! He makes his first appearance alongside Damian’s first appearance as Batman in BATMAN (1940) #666

LEFT: Batman: Li'l Gotham #2/#1 RIGHT: Batman: Li'l Gotham #23/#12

*JERRY THE TURKEY

Introduced in: BATMAN LI'L GOTHAM (2012) #2 (Digital) #1 (Printed)

The Penguin unleashes an army of turkeys at the Gotham Thanksgiving parade which Damian turns into his own li'l turkey march by playing the trumpet. He ends up bringing one of them back for Thanksgiving dinner (as a friend), and Jerry becomes a fairly regular appearance in the world of Li'l Gotham!

*WIGGLES THE DRAGON

Introduced in: NIGHTWING (2016) #42

A sort of filler issue where Damian has been kidnapped for his blood by the "Crimson Kabuki" in Tokyo, and Dick goes through a series of boss battles to save him. The dragon's blood has been the group's main source of power, so it ends up teaming with the duo, and returns home with them.

Wiggles was originally named by a fan, "Shanootnoot" on Twitter!

*Goliath, Titus, Bat-Cow, and Alfred the cat have been Damian's main canon cast of furry companions, but SUPER-PETS SPECIAL: BITEDENTITY CRISIS (2024) may have just added Jerry and Wiggles!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue.

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[adamsrcnan]

it's actually so important to me how jerejean are slowly getting used to each other's touch without it ever being a huge and dramatic thing. like the way jeremy is constantly tugging at jean's hands to stop him from hurting himself. or the way jean is always grabbing jeremy's chin to get him to listen/to make a point. the way jeremy hugs jean in tsc. the way jean effortlessly takes jeremy's weight to help him off the court after he injures himself and it's not a big deal to have him pressed so close that way. the way jeremy folds his hand over jean's fingers and squeezes when he hands him back the nickel in the car after picking him up from rhemann's house. the way jean immediately latches onto jeremy's wrist so he doesn't lose him in the crowd on 4th of july and then feels comfortable enough to tap out his list against jeremy's wrist. the way jean literally ghosts his mouth over jeremy's cheek leaning down to talk into his ear during the fireworks. the way jean feels comfortable enough to lean over jeremy on the bed in the hotel before the banquet. the way jean lends a hand to lift jeremy up off the floor after their first night sleeping in the new apartment. and the way jeremy did the same for jean when he asked to go for a run in tsc. i just feel like nora is beautifully setting them up in a way that when they do eventually cross that line into sexual intimacy it'll be not easier, but perhaps less daunting. because for jean especially if he starts to spiral or panic he could tell himself it's just jeremy. he knows his weight pressed into his side as he's held him up, he knows the feel of jeremy's hands in his or on his wrist, hell he even knows his scent. it doesn't have to be scary because it's just jeremy and jean knows him. he's familiar. he's gentle. he's safe.

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Todd doesn’t talk much in the beginning but I think one random night Todd would go on a sudden 35 minute rant while doing Latin homework about how poetic it is that the Latin word for love is amor cause it sounds like armor, and love makes you feel safe, and Neil would sit there and listen, occasionally adding in comments if it seems like Todd is winding down to get him started up again, and after that Neil tries to get Todd to go on rants whenever he can so he can just sit and listen to Todd go on, sometimes it works and sometimes, especially when they are out and Todd feels anxious, it doesn’t, but every time he does talk on for long bouts of time, Neil just thinks ‘love makes you feel safe’

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i don’t think there’s a better example of leftist antisemitism than the time i was explaining antisemitism i had personally experienced and was told “i’m sorry that upset you but also it makes sense to say that. you should read theory”

[abstractfrog]

SILVER BLAZE PART THREE - happy jonkday everyone. one of these days i'll draw a scene that doesn't take place at night