#I’m baaaaack

[lizardsparkles]

My women 😭 a rusty and rough sketch

[zsbrainrot]

Rei is a Clingy Boyfriend and no one can convince me otherwise

[pistachi0art]

GUESSGUESSGUESS

[svrqkx]

lil myk dump

[green-crocs12]

guys i went on a week long break to texas!!! visited some friends and stuff it was rlly fun!!!

sorry for not warning you guys though so here’s a quick art dump

when you fall in love with your frenemy

[squishykitty825]

Survivor’s guilt pt.II

The air was misty and light. Sunbeams danced through the soft fog of the city. White birds flew overhead, their wings iridescent in the sunlight.

It was so… picturesque. A little too perfect.

Dick looked out over the city from his perch next to Jason’s favorite gargoyle, his leg dangling over the edge as he soaked up the sunlight. It wasn’t unusual for him to visit this spot, even during the day. This building reminded him of late night patrols with Jason and eating batburgers while cracking jokes. He could still picture the way Jason would hop to his feet after finishing his burger and smile at Dick with the brightness of the sun.

There were so many ways in which Dick had failed his Little Wing. So many ways he could have been there for him, but his anger at Bruce for replacing him had festered and boiled over, and Jason had gotten caught in the crossfire.

Not that he would admit it to anyone, but there wasn’t anything in the world Dick wouldn’t do to get Jason back. There wouldn’t be a price he wouldn’t pay to wrap his brother in his arms and protect him from anything that could hurt him.

As he watched the flock of birds, one of them landed on the gargoyle next to him. Jason’s gargoyle.

He had half a thought to shoo it away, but found himself hesitating. Dick could imagine the way Jason would sometimes try and catch the birds that would rest on his gargoyle.

“Wish you were here, Little Wing,” Dick whispered, his eyes still on the dove. “I’d do anything to have you back. The Manor isn’t the same without you.”

The dove stared back at him, its black eye reflecting the light of the sun as it tilted its head.

Dick cleared his throat, his gaze drifting back to the city below. “Bruce hasn’t been the same since you… neither of us have. You have no idea how—how angry I’ve felt since I found out. I wish there was something I could’ve done. Maybe if I hadn’t gone on that mission, if I had come back sooner I could’ve done something, anything.” Taking a deep breath, Dick clenched his jaw. “You never should have been taken from us.”

The symbolism of the bird next to him was not lost on him. Something had felt… off since he’d found himself on this rooftop.

He knew he wasn’t conscious, knew this was a dream of some sort. As to what happened prior to him falling asleep—or losing consciousness—his mind was fuzzy, his memories blurred and unfocused.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the dove, his anger with what—who it symbolized surging as he watched watching him.

“I want him back,” Dick told the bird, the deity it represented. The dove took flight, but Dick wasn’t done, so he yelled after it, angry with God for taking his baby brother, his Little Wing. “Take me instead. Let me trade places with him. Please!”

The dove flew away, and Dick watched it go, his vision blurred from the tears beginning to spill from his eyes.

Standing, Dick screamed his frustration at the sky, at God.

When his voice finally cracked and he fell silent, he could see the hazy form of a man in white robes hovering in front of him, a look of empathy on his face as he extended his hands toward Dick.

Dick started to reach for the offered hands, somehow knowing how warm and comforting the embrace would be, but he hesitated, swearing he could hear Jason calling out his name. He met the clouded gaze of the figure before him, and watched as the world around him fell away in a puff of smoke and mist.

“Batman? Nightwing?”

Dick coughed, the dust from the collapsed building having yet to settle. Lifting his head, Dick caught a glimpse of Tim Drake, dressed in the Robin suit, picking his way through the rubble of the building.

No.

None of it had been real.

It had been all in his head.

Flopping his head back onto the ground, Dick stared up at the night sky peaking through a gap in the roof, and wished his deal with God had been more than a fantastical dream.

[juristudy]

december: fireplaces, firs, foyers

[vanpalmersgf]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[dark-vader28]

7

wpsiatwin!alex x fem!reader

synopsis: all based around the song 7

warnings: alcohol, swearing (like once?)

You pulled open the door to the bar and let it swing shut behind you. You slid into a stool at the bar, slipping out of your jacket. The bartender walked over to you, cleaning a glass. You ordered the same thing you always got. Waiting patiently, you glanced around at the other faces in the bar, recognizing a few of the regulars. The same couple near the back who sat way too close to each other and spent more time making out then drinking, the same middle-aged man who drank the same beer every night there was a game playing on the tv, the same kid who was barely old enough to drink who would end the night hurling into a toilet.

The bartender set your drink down and you smiled and nodded as a thank you. You took a few sips, scanning the room again. Your eyes found a boy with short brown hair, a white t-shirt with a hoodie over it, and a bottle of beer in his hands. You glanced away, trying not to stare. You rested your elbow on the counter and rested your face in your hand. You stole another look at him and for a moment caught his eyes staring back at yours. He quickly snapped his eyes away from you and a smile started to form on your lips. A blush crept on your face and you turned your attention away.

This went on for a while, stolen inviting glances and thoughts racing through your head. He was panicked, desperately wishing he had an ounce of courage that could convince him to finally go talk to you but he was frozen, only able to make the eyes at you. He went through a few bottles of beer and you went through a few glasses of your own drink. He had his number scribbled down on a napkin, something he had never done before, hoping he’d give it to you before the end of the night. When he couldn’t bring himself to do it, he left money for his drinks and rushed out the door. You watched with sad, disappointed eyes as the doors closed behind him. You slammed the rest of your drink, feeling the alcohol burn down your throat. You thought about following him out but thought better of it.

You waited a while, running your fingertip over the rim of the glass as you stared blankly at the counter. You shook your head, clearing your mind. You paid for your drinks and fled the bar quickly. If you had stayed even a few more seconds, you might’ve caught Alex running back into the bar to come and talk to you after being eaten alive by regret. But he was left disappointed when you had vanished from the bar, nothing left in your place but a dirty glass. He trudged home, thinking of you the whole time with the napkin with his number on it crumbled in his pocket.

It was a while before you went back to that bar, too busy with the other shit in your life to enjoy a drink. You swung the bar door open, drowning in the sounds inside. A crowd cheered and booed for the teams on the tv and a smile started to creep on your lips. You had missed this place.

You started to head to the same seat you always sat in. Normally no one sat in the seats near it but this time there was someone right beside it. In that all familiar hoodie, you recognized the guy you had seen last time you were here. You slid into your seat, looking straight ahead, pretending not to notice him, as you tried to fight back the smile starting to form. You felt his eyes on you, looking shocked but all the more delighted to see you.

He offered to buy you a drink and then the two of you finally started talking, getting along easier than you had with anyone in a while. You talked about anything, everything and nothing. Talking about music, movies, stupid embarrassing stories that left you both in a fit of laughter. You often got distracted, studying all his features and listening to his voice, not his words, as he told stories. You could listen to him talk for hours.

As the night neared its end and the bar was closing up, you scribbled your number on a napkin and gave it to him. “Before you run out on me again,” you teased as he glanced at your number. And there was that stunned look of happiness is those brown doe eyes again. A smile formed on your lips and you walked backwards out the bar just so you could see that look in his eyes a moment longer. You started to walk down the street to your car but you stopped. You ran back to the bar and back to Alex. His brow furrowed and he tilted his head slightly when he saw you, opening his mouth to ask if you had forgotten something but you cupped his face with one hand and pressed your lips to his cheek. His eyes widened slightly and he felt his face go red. A grin stretched across your face and you glanced at his flustered, panicked expression for a moment before running out the bar.

He called you later that night, saying he couldn’t wait.

And he said he’d pick you up at 7 tomorrow.

[jasmine-tea-latte]

delicate - ch. 57

In which Zuko struggles to find his way back to the world of the living after nearly dying on the Day of Black Sun...

Guess what's back from the dead?!

Thank you all for your patience and words of encouragement and feedback since the previous update. Without getting into anything personal, these last few months have been a LOT both mentally and physically, personally and professionally. But I'm still here, and like our favorite Theatre Nerd, I'll always find a way to keep hanging on. Sometimes, you just need a mental break first.

No ETA on when the next update will drop, but I will say that I've had the next chapter or two plotted out for some time now, so hopefully it won't be too long. Fingers crossed!

In the meantime, enjoy...

[suicideandsins]

🚬 tumblr…. i haven’t heard that name in ages… 🚬

ah returning to the app that made my teenage years after the tiktok ban actually feels sort of nice.. kinda missed it here.

[sillylittlecandlestick]

Throwback to when Yaz couldn’t tell the difference between an egg and a rock and we thought we were going to get a discussion on the ethics of eating animals and their byproducts.

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Even if they ultimately decided not to and conveniently found another food source it would’ve been an interesting discussion and seeing who would and wouldn’t kill and eat dinosaur meat, even if it was as a last resort, would've been a good dive into who they are as people and what won't they do, even when desperate.

Like, their opinions on it would be so interesting to listen to for a few reasons;

Ben already eats live bugs and is in full survival mode.

Darius loves dinosaurs but understands the food chain.

Sammy flip-flops on her morals around killing animals for food, her own or others, when it suits her.

They could all live with burning Too to survive, and no one has criticized Ben for purposely seeking out Too and attacking him.*

And if hunting was off the table, what about scavenging from whatever’s left of a larger carnivore kills?

Are anklyosauruses off the table because of Bumpy? Even though Sammy’s character has been cemented as being the “you can love them and eat them” type via Bessie? (Though she’d never eat Bessie.)

*(Also, unrelated but it looks/sounds like Ben didn't start eating bugs until after Bumpy came back, so he fought Toro on a diet of berries and rage.)

[terrible-monkie-kid-aus]

Need this pose to be referenced in the next season of monkie kid but with Red Son doing it.

[mars-and-the-theoi]

Update (because it’s been a minute):

So….I’m coming back to Hellenic polytheism because test driving Christianity didn’t work out at all and instead sent my mental health spiraling in a way it hasn’t in YEARS. Granted it was already not great beforehand but common denominators or whatever, probably didn’t help that I already have some past religious trauma from Christianity.

I knew it was a risk, and I knew there was a chance it wouldn’t work or be the right fit but I’m glad I had the courage to try it. I just wish it didn’t send me into this free fall with my mental health but it is what it is and its been so long since it’s been like this so I guess I’m due or whatever.

I will probably be posting about getting reconnected with the gods and other similar things, but…yeah! That’s the update. And for the record, don’t worry about me, my mom is already fretting over me (affectionately ofc) and I’m working on getting insurance again so I can get meds and start seeing a therapist again. And potentially going inpatient if need be. So it’ll work out in due time.

Anyways, this is how I feel right now:

[auroramoon-draws16]

*crawls out of the ether*

IM BACK BITCH

Ahem

Assassin’s Creed x Dead by Daylight

It’s one thing to be the hunter hiding in the shadows, but how well does an assassin do being the one hunted?

Really well, actually.

Assassins are trained to hide, to be untraceable, to vanish once the blood is drawn. Funny how the things that made them formidable killers also made them excellent survivors.

I wonder what would happen if they played both roles?

The first: a Killer forced to go against their morality, to spill the blood of the innocent, to cause suffering where there once was the swift mercy of death. A puppet to another’s inhumane game. (Or perhaps the killer was a brother, an assassin who’s already distanced himself from the creed, from the brotherhood. One who wouldn’t shy away from the blood on his blade.)

The second: a Survivor forced to endure a constant hunt where they are unable to use their blade, unable to protect the innocent around them, unable to fight back with the skills they spent a lifetime (and then some) cultivating to defend themselves. They can hide, they can work with a team, but they cannot escape.

What if these two were to meet?

A brother vs a brother.

A diabolical game where there are no winners.

Idk, I just think it’d be neat.

(You can pick the Assassins btw, definitely thinking about Desmond being the survivor because, well, yeah, he’s the most emotional and deals with the most bullshit situations, but honestly it could be anyone. It would be interesting if it was Ezio or Altaïr as a survivor, mainly because I don’t think any of the Survivors are from that far back in history, so it would be interesting to see that interaction. Just do whatever is most interesting to you.)

(Maybe you can have more than one survivor? Have some bonding between Desmond and his ancestors or something?)

(Also, the new map could be something like the Abstergo lab or Alamut or Masyaf or something?)

(Oh!! also extra crossovers! Like Resident Evil and Stranger Things, man, these just write themselves ^_^)

(For the horny bitches: we got plenty to choose from ;P monster fuckers, rejoice!)

[aqpippin]

Love is a Ruthless Game (Unless You Play it Good and Right) 💛

Chapter Three

“I’ve never found you lacking, sweetheart. I thought you knew that?”

Gigi feels a bit like she’s been punched in the gut, actually, and she’s having a hard time remembering that all this is supposed to be fucking fake.

[read on ao3]