#Or have 'em mixed up

[ant1quar1an]

Bats?!

Snakes?

Winged horrors?

Western boys??

What do you not have??? Fae??

~💖

I do have Fae, actually!

I'm usually a bit more careful with fae, though, because I know that there's another pretty popular blog with them (which I haven't checked out) and I want to make sure i don't seem like I'm copying!!

You can absolutely feel free to ask about them

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[shrimpyjackal]

OMG IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR SWAP AU ITS AMAZING!! SHSJJSJS

one little quick question for it: who are dev’s friends in this au? It is Jasmine and Winn or are they just the mean friends, basically just Hazel’s partners in crime? Or it would be trev because him and Dev’s friendship is one sided so in this au it wouldn’t be?

I love your art btw it’s so good 😭😭 make sure to take breaks when you need it and stay safe, healthy, and hydrated!!

i was taking so long only `cause.... I coudn `t choose what route to take, I had to get a consultation with my friend

Our gold girlie thinks that "Everyone is my friend, don `t be silly!" but in reality no they `re not girl you can `t talk to them without your tablet/phone in front of your face-

But if we dive a bit fron Haze `s explanation

do any of yall remember "I WISH BEV WAS IN LOVE WITH ME!" from The best of luck? Our boy Trev is here to fill that gap instead of Bev

Haze thinks that Bev is her bestie- ...ofc she isn t, Hazel is a gem for talk shows, but outside of them she and Bev are not talking a t a l l

Hazel will never admit that she loves Jasmine s clarinet skills, she thinks that liking something many others like too is "unoriginal"

She envies Winn, because "They can wear such comfy clothes! A-and do activities! " in short: yes, Jasmine and Winn will be Devin`s friends

[plu-mo]

peakoh update doots yayge

i made a self indulgent character out of Elosie hoo hoo ha haacringe cringe cringe someone beat me to death cringe-

the concept is that she’s nene’s boring boring roommate. buuut she covers the rent when nene falls short- so nene really cant boot her. (especially when certain missions take longer than expected to complete)

i will probably never draw this eloise alt again- but the doodle sheet was fun lol

[stubz]

"Bye Mister Max!"

"Bye Emira, have a nice day!" Smiles the human waving to the leaving youngling.

"Okay! How many do we have left? 1...2....3...hm. Only 5, small group." She sighs looking at the clock. Only 30 minutes to go till closing.

"So what do you kids want to--oh, Anthony! Your dads here!"

The human child ran to their parent, giving them a hug and babbling about what they did today.

"Alright, now only 4 left...wait where's Anwred?" Max mutters. He observes the room, 3 of the little ones were playing with the magnets on the carpet. Anthony and his dad were by the cubbies. Kim was cleaning up...where was Anwred???

"Oh hey buddy! What's your name?" asks Anthony's dad.

'Oh, there's Anwred.' Max thought.

The little youngling was peering up at the human parent. His little fur all messed up, likely from his afternoon nap, his little twin tails swished curiously on the floor, cheeks moving as they--

"What's in your mouth?!" yelled Max and Anthony's dad.

Max grabbed Anwred and forced open his little mouth while Anthony's dad helped hold him. After some hisses and wrangling, Max managed to yank out a plastic wrap from someone's snack.

"Anwred...we do not eat garbage. This will make you sick and hurt your tummy, do you understand?" Huffed a tired Max. Anwred stared up at him and the human sighed knowing there was not a single thought in the toddlers head.

"...guess it don't matter what species they are, little buggers will try to eat anything they're not supposed to." laughed Anthony's dad.

"Tell me about it. Kim, we're gonna have to go over trash with the kids again!" he calls out.

"So uh what is he?"

"Uh...he's mixed but I do know his mom is Wilko."

"Wilko huh? How old?"

"He's turning 3 in December."

"Aw, he's just a little pup then!"

"Ha, yeah."

"Are we doing a party for Anwred Mister Max?" asks Anthony.

"I don't know, we'll have to ask his parents."

"...wait he's a kid?" asks Anthony's dad.

"OH...Yeah...to be fair he isn't wearing clothes and isn't talking yet so...you new then?"

"Uh yeah, I just joined here with Anthony's sister...I just realized you put your hand in his mouth...and he has fangs, like shark teeth..."

"Yep. The teeth aren't that sharp yet. Like taking something from a human child."

"...I...I don't..."

"If you actually think about all the stuff you've experienced with your own kids and compare it to this then you'd realize it ain't that different."

"...y'know what, your right. I once had to get stitches from when Anth here threw a rock at me thinking it was the same as a tennis ball."

"There you go."

[rangersoup]

So here’s a thought. I see a lot of posts and stuff that are like “here’s how you should write injuries” “here’s how to accurately write characters taking care of each other’s injuries”. I think we need some “here’s how a character with no medical training would probably take care of these injuries inappropriately and the issues that would ensue and how you can use their inexperience and ineffectiveness to really spice things up”.

[starry-sophrosyne]

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ELDETTE. I NEED YOU TO UNDESTAND. The temptation that ate away at me yesterday to write something about them?.. (literally only got overwritten bc i was dead tired- /srs)

Doomed yaoi but it's not concurrent, and it's not redeemable. Doomed yaoi but it once was the silly dreams of two teenage boys almost flunking college, spending their time up on the rooftops with their heads in each other's laps; Their legs hanging off of the sides of buildings, talking about their hopes for the future in what are now distant conversations. Doomed yaoi that, after going down separate paths in the past, eventually reconverged with one having gone astray, down a path of irreversible toxicity. Doomed yaoi that eventually ends in a conversation, minutes before a world that's inflicted nothing but hurt and pain on certain people falls apart.

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"You can still change, Leo. Do the same thing they did. Leave it all behind, go somewhere else? Start a new life for yourself, in a place where no one will find you? You still have time."

"... Are you stupid?"

"!.."

"I'm not a good person Tox. Me being "hurt" doesn't change anything, it doesn't atone for what I've done or make my situation remorseful to others. If I continue the cycle of inflicting pain onto others and it's not unintentional*, then my reasoning doesn't matter. I am plain evil; no different from a person who's not hurt, and all the same as anyone else."

* "... I don't even remember if it wasn't before."

"..."

"I can't change, nor can I ever be accepted somewhere else. My past would catch up with me eventually, and besides, old habits die hard."

"Maybe you think that because you don't believe you deserve a second chance, but even though you hurt people..."

"... See what I mean? You can't think of a redeeming quality for me either."

"..."

"I've told so other people this same thing, about being a lost cause. Manipulated, controlled them with it. Do you really believe that I don't think it applies to myself too?"

"... Leo, I-"

"I'm not the person I was back in college, Ztar. You know that better than anybody. Now, go. I don't want to see your face ever again."

"..."

[zerguette]

Echidna ocs:] Plus, the last three Guardians before Knuckles (and Claws)

Iam latino and these fellas have basically latino ancient cultures, like omg dude thats exactly what You need for Ari/Dreads to get hyperfixated on the longassdead echidna culture

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

as serious as i am about liking western classical music beyond performing it today i was truly the most unserious about it when i was young. my piano teacher let me pick out a plastic bust of a composer as a reward for completing another level of keyboard theory or whatever and i picked one of mendelssohn simply because i thought he looked cute 😭

[transmechanicus]

Checking out Black Veil Brides again after a long period of not listening, this fucks even harder than i remember, how in the teeth of god did i ever let em leave my music radar

[suckinitup]

steeples my evil little fingers. guess what im still thinking about. anyway i think mark spends several actual days in the Tube and the trickster keeps trying to keep him bugs and he’s starving and getting more and more pissed off. hangry even. but the only food the trickster gives him (every day on schedule dinner bell and everything. probably on schedule. its not like mark has a clock) is a fucking pile of meal worms. mark kills them, because he’s learned the hard way that constant wriggling unsettles him more than the lonely stillness, and ag LEAST it gives him soemthing to do. but he refuses to eat them. are you fucking crazy he’s not going to eat bugs. So he snaps one day when the trickster appears with that fucking bell and snarls something angry anout being starved and those are bugs. thats lizard food. Humans eat meat and he’s a human. The trickster freezes, smile still in place, and slowly tilts its head. “Meat?” it echoes, and mark realizes his mistake but he is so fucking hungry that he doesnt understand the potential ramifications yet. The trickster turns around and walks away without dumping the meal worms and mark figures he fucked up and wont get “fed” today. He doesnt want to eat those fucking worms. he wont. except he needs to live to safe ashe, so he’ll do what he fucking has to.

the trickster rings the dinner bell an hour later. his hands are full of meat. Raw. ground, but by a machine—like its been shredded by claws. There is no skin, no fur, no feathers. Nothing he can use to identify where this came from. The trickster cheers, “Dinner!” and the meat disappears from his hands and reappears on the ground on mark’s side of the glass. mark snarls again, scared but reacting to the fear eith anger, “no! I meant- cooked food! Beef or chicken or fish! *cooked!* or— fuck the meat, what about vegetables? tomatoes??” and he has to be specific here because his stomach is roiling with hunger snd an active imagination and the blood on the trickster’s hands reminds him of his wife’s heart in ashe’s.

the trickster leaves. mark doesnt touch anything. he’s so fucking hungry. he’s so angry.

when the trickster comes by the next day (more meat in its bare hands, still bleeding) he tries again. it tilts his head, stares at him, and smiles wider. “Say please.”

this is before, i think, a lot of the really horrific nightmares and shit. no time loop deaths. biggest horror is the trickster’s existence. mark is still angry and prideful and he wont eat the bugs because he wont play along with whatever sick game the trickster is playing. refuses to act the lizard. refuses to be a pet. stays silent, grinding his teeth (later he has to check that they arent cracked), and doenst say please.

the trickster laughs. Rings the bell. gives him the bloody meat. leaves.

and mark is fucking angry and he is so fucking hungry and he has to live for ashe. he’s getting weaker by the day. the trickster is gone for hours and he knows itll be gone for at least two dozen more. its disappeared for a full day at least once so maybe even longer.

…hes so hungry. its not bugs. he doesnt know what it is but it isnt bugs. he can even make it a person meal, kind of, when he grabs the raw meat in his bare hands and electrocutes it to cook it. horrible fucking idea btw because then its charred in most areas and undercooked in others but its something his brain will let him recognize as food.

he eats.

[the-moon-pal]

Hey guys Guess who got gifted an oc in artfight and now is a little obsessed with em

[drowninginthoughts27]

At work thinking about jegulus as parents dyeing Easter eggs together with their kids!!!

[deus-ex-mona]

ok yk what. now that i’ve had some time to process nghy canon, considering the current pacing of gen retcon, i think their next step is as ✨clear as day✨

i really like seeing them happy together, but i truly do think that they should divorce and either live the rest of their lives as single besties; partners in hero/heroine-isms, but better off as just friends, or go their separate ways for a bit and get back together when they’re a little older and wiser, staying together for good this time around, as each other’s first and last boyfriend/girlfriend

[synthshenanigans]

Man its hard to have a second favorite when they're all insanely good augh

[housecantori]

Hitting myself with a big stick every time i want to say something about Veilguard bc it doesnt matter it wasnt good enough to talk about and it only pisses me off