#I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING

[extrashortshorts]

Hehe, cow

[diminuel]

The adventures of Captain No Brows continue *lol*

Some people have mentioned that Doflamingo might become interested in his mysterious savior. ;3

(Potentially set at some point after this comic.)

Next!

[cattnipt]

Fucked up looking dog you got there

[fangsofwhite]

Gods I haven't drawn these goobers in forever.

[sleepylapa]

charles: do you want to come over to my house and try what my maman made?

max: sure, what your mom made?

charles: me

max: ...

max: finally

[flyingfish-in-a-boat]

"bring back grid girls" except they're not grid girls they're grid boys and instead of boys plural it's just one boy and it's lucky strike Jenson Button

[nothomegal]

Basically, my "Pyramid Head x Reader" in a nutshell hahshsh.

[saydraws]

Tintin just wants to hug ~the soft tiddys~🥺🥺💞

[aspiringtrashpanda]

The resemblance is uncanny.

I've always thought that Dia is the embodiment of :D and today's prompt (pumpkin carving) for Obey Me! Month provided a perfect opportunity.

[kenobifitz]

rafael x sonny text posts part 4

more? yes more, i can't stop myself

[junedidoo]

POV: You're a disciple from one of the other peaks bringing in an order to An Ding Peak

My first post and it's my attempt at drawing sqh from the hit novel svsss by mxtx. I cannot believe a rat man (affectionate) is making me socialise /j

I'm still new to all of this blogging stuff, but do expect to see MORE mxtx stuff (maybe) I, uh, forgot about his arm cover (I also forgot what it was called) TT

[diminuel]

"Do you want to go on a date?"

"Did you seriously let yourself be captured just to ask me out, Dragon?"

"Yes?"

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I'm sleepy and didn't know what to draw. Browsing through my reference folder led to this. >w<

I assume that Dragon would maaaaaaybe be a bit more careful considering he's probably already a wanted criminal by this point. But he is Luffy's dad, so maybe not.

Not that I know what "this point" is. My doodles are random and don't follow any consistent timeline. The only thing I seem to stick to is no hook = pre separation, hook = post separation. *lol*

[kittyfrisk9]

Idea Dp x dc - Amnesia/2

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Note two: This takes place before Danny went into a coma and woke up with amnesia, I'm not sure if it counts as a flashback.

Dead On Main.

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The fall was the least of his worries when silence spread across the area, making every second feel like an eternity. But now wasn't the time to panic, because experience had taught him this only symbolized danger.

He had to find Danny! When he tried to move, he let out a groan of pain, realizing his right arm was dislocated. Eh, what a problem.

"Nightwing, respond, are you okay?!"

His mind, finally lucid, could hear Barbara's concern. He smiled, stood up, and put his good hand on the earpiece; he needed to communicate that he was okay.

"I'm fine, Oracle. It was just a minor mishap. I need to find... Danny!" As he spoke, the panoramic view showed him the man's location, and it was clear he wasn't in good shape.

Not at all.

Nightwing rushed to the boy's side. Oracle, from the other end, was asking what was happening, but Dick didn't have time to respond. Especially when he saw, horrified, how blood was pouring from Danny's head. Oh no!

"Danny, Danny! Can you hear me?" He struggled not to shake the man, knowing that moving him in his condition would be fatal. "Oracle, I need you to call an ambulance. Danny is not okay."

"Understood, I'll send an ambulance." Barbara understood the gravity of the situation.

While waiting, Dick made sure to place the boy in a safe position, though it was somewhat difficult considering his injured arm. The essential thing here was to keep Danny's head, neck, and spine aligned.

In the process, he heard a moan from Danny.

"Danny! Can you hear me?" Dick asked, leaning close. Danny's breathing was dangerously slow. "Don't move, okay? I'm here with you."

Danny's eyes slowly opened, filled with confusion and pain. "It hurts..." Ignoring his order, the boy tried to move, but Nightwing stopped him.

"I know, buddy. But I need you to stay awake and calm, okay? Do you remember what day it is today?"

Danny blinked, trying to focus. "Wednesday... I think." No, today is not Wednesday. His hands were trembling, and his heart was beating in an almost painful way; the boy's disorientation scared him a lot.

He has to stay calm.

"Good, very good," Dick replied, keeping his tone firm but reassuring. "Just stay with me, help is on the way." As he spoke, he constantly looked around, hoping to see the ambulance lights.

He began to lose his composure when the light in Danny's eyes started to fade.

"Danny, please, hold on a little longer, you're going to be okay." He pleaded with a trembling voice, though he knew that statement was more a form of self-convincing to try and keep his sanity.

He can't lose his younger brother's boyfriend! Everyone knows how much good Danny has done for Jason, for the family, for everyone. If they lose him... he doesn't want to think about that.

"How do you know my name?" With the weakest sound Dick had ever heard, Danny asked.

There was silence. Dick didn't know what to answer. However, his evasion seemed to clarify something in Danny's mind; the gears started turning. "Dick?" What a bad time to discover his secret identity.

Once again, Nightwing said nothing, but Danny understood everything.

"Jason too?"

He nodded, and Danny's eyes widened. Despite his deplorable state, the boy began to smile. Dick was sure that if Danny had more strength, he would laugh. "I should have guessed."

Subsequently, Danny began to close his eyes and, before Dick could panic, the boy looked at him and said, "Relax, I won't die." Then, silence filled the area. Nevertheless, for some strange reason that Dick couldn't explain, he felt that Danny's declaration wasn't a lie.

He laughed; indeed, hope is the last thing to be lost. What a bittersweet feeling. Suddenly, the communications began to sound.

"We've captured the Joker," Red Robin reported. "He is currently being held by the police and will be sent to Arkham. B, something seems wrong with him, much more than usual." Tim shared his suspicions.

"Understood, Red Robin. Maintain vigilance and notify me if there are any changes. We'll investigate it in the cave, the others report," Batman ordered.

A bad feeling approached.

"The bombs are deactivated," Spoiler transmitted, joy evident in her voice.

In contrast, Dick didn't feel ready for what was to come next. Before disaster struck, Signal confirmed, "The hostages are safe."

He swallowed hard, aware that the question he feared most was coming. Guilt began to surface, questioning every decision he had made up to that moment. What could he have done differently?

"And Danny?" Asked Red Hood, his younger brother, the younger brother he had once again failed.

He turned to look at Danny: shallow breathing, pale, pulse worryingly slow. Unease lodged in his heart, wondering how he would tell his younger brother that his boyfriend was about to die. No! He shook his head. He has to remember Danny's promise; he's weak, but still alive.

"Oracle has already called an ambulance," he commented. He knows this won't ease Jason's anxiety, but at least it will help alleviate the tension, more or less. He's not sure. Hesitant, he continued adding, "help is on the way-" he was brutally interrupted by Jason's demands.

"How is Danny?!" This is no game. He understands that evading the issue will only make things worse, but he simply doesn't know how to tell his little brother the state of his boyfriend.

The memories of Jason being happy...

The silence seemed to drive the aforementioned crazy. "Nightwing!"

"He's not well!" Dick spat out, pressured to confess. "Danny, he lost consciousness a few moments ago, has a head wound, is bleeding. I'm sorry, Jason, I'm sorry."

Silence. Jason didn't respond. Nightwing bowed his head. Probably, it was only seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, his brother asked, "Where are you?"

"What?"

"Where are you? Where are you both? Where is Danny? I need to go to him, tell me." The urgency in his voice. Dick was sure his brother was clenching his fists, desperate to be by his boyfriend's side. How sweet, Dick wholeheartedly wishes Danny survives.

On his side, Jason lost patience at his older brother's continued silences. Ignoring Bruce's rule and throwing the code names to the wind, Jason exclaimed, "Damn it, Dick, talk!"

At that moment, Oracle responded. "Enough, Hood. I've sent you Nightwing's location, the ambulance will arrive in fifteen minutes. Don't worry, Danny will be fine."

Nightwing was surprised. Wait, fifteen minutes? Why is the ambulance taking so long? He called for help at least thirty minutes ago! Oh no, Dick looked at Danny and, consequently, at the wound on his head, the bleeding wound on his head. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

They're taking too long!

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

[sidneysussex]

“And you don’t… care?” Tarquin asks.

“Care about what?” The question, simple as it is, suddenly makes him every inch the Viper and not Ashur, the man Tarquin has come to know. And trust. And… more.

Tarquin gestures helplessly—at himself, at everything. He can’t bring himself to say any of it out loud.

“Care about what?” the Viper asks again, hard-edged. “You’re a good man doing good things for a good reason. I care about that. What else matters?”

He’s missed the whole point. Who Tarquin is. What Tarquin is. What Tarquin wants.

Dark eyes meet and hold Tarquin’s from between the hat and the mask. The Viper—no, Ashur—takes Tarquin’s hand in both of his, warm and soft and solid. “What else matters?”

And—oh. Maybe.

Maybe he hasn’t missed the point. At all.

[addynosketchpad]

nickel and woody boil dr pepper, throw antidepressants and antipsychotics in, mix it with glass cleaner, and then drink it. as neurodivergent teenage boys do

and then balloony made them go in time out for playing with cleaning supplies :(

[grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics]

(ID: screenshot of ao3 tag reading "I don't know what I'm doing" /end ID)

same, tbh