#They are healing your honor

[sparkles-and-trash]

lazy post war mornings 🌅

[goosemagician]

A few Anti-Hero AU doodlies of Hero and RGB after they fail to save the world, the first time RGB gets Hero to smile/laugh after the fact, and some soft sleepy healing buckos to make up for it <3 (in that order)

Bonus piece of writing (poetry? Kinda?) under the cut! (It's also on AO3 as well)

The sickly white light that streamed through the window cast the room in harsh light and sharp shadows.

They kept the curtains closed. 

There was something different about the grief that split Hero’s chest open and threatened to tear her apart–the guilt that stirred and burned in her stomach like a hot coal begging to be doused. A great big hole had opened up inside of her and swallowed up everything that made her her. 

There was something different about the way RGB held her–the way he would see her shaking, picking at her hands, or chewing on her lip to try to abate the burning in her eyes and the lump in her throat. He would guide her hands apart, or ease her lip out from between her teeth, or rest his hands gently on her shoulders, then fold her into his arms and hold her until the hole inside of her stopped being so hungry or the coal stopped sizzling in her stomach. 

There was something different to his words. He no longer talked as often, or as loud, because Hero heard the colors dripping down the front of his screen. The cyan that perpetually flowed freely, and the yellow that followed it. But, amidst the sadness and fear, the grief and guilt and anguish she knew he felt just as deeply as she did, she could see green, plain as day when he turned his screen to her and smiled with wobbly test bars and heavy shoulders. 

When he spoke, it was quiet. Soft. 

“There, there,” he said one night while Hero failed to remember how to breathe. “I’ve got you, my love. I’m here. I’ve got you.” 

When Hero would reach for his cane, he offered his hand instead. 

He was so gentle. 

Everything outside had been sliced apart and bled out until nothing remained. Outside was brutal, and sick, and dead. 

But inside, with the curtains closed, she was held on the bottom bunk of her bed, wrapped up in her blankets in RGB’s lap. His chest was warm where she leaned into it, looking at the book he read from in one hand while the other smoothed across the top of her head. 

His voice was deep, and smooth, and very nearly succeeded at putting her to sleep. 

Sometimes his voice would shake. She would ask if he was okay, and he would pause before tilting his head, dripping green and cyan, and he would ruffle her hair without answering. 

Sometimes he would jolt awake in the small hours of the night, just like she would. His screen would leak until his lap was full of liquid color. Hero would find him on the bottom bunk, screen in his trembling hands, and she would crawl in front of him and pull his telly-head into her arms before she was wrapped in his. He held her so firmly Hero would think he was afraid of her disappearing. 

There was something different about the way they held each other together when all they wanted to do was shatter apart. 

There was something different. 

[anxiouscowboy]

I'm sending my boys to therapy and that is final

Can you IMAGINE the shit they'd unpack? 💀

Session 1:

Blondie: stares at the therapist and says nothing while petting his emotional support kitten.

Angel Eyes: attempts to kill the therapist and pouts when he fails. (The therapist is also a cowboy and was faster on the draw).

Tuco: roasts the therapist's mother, steals their notepad, and starts writing things like "Tuco is super cool and doesn't need to go to therapy anymore because he's all better now".

Session 63:

Therapist: Do have strong emotions you're afraid you can't control, so you don't allow yourself to feel them at all?

Blondie: ...

Blondie: Yeah.

Therapist: Do you feel like you have no control over your own life and use violence to compensate for your own lack of agency?

Angel Eyes: I hate you.

Therapist: Do you feel like "too much" or "not enough" for other people, and pretend not to care because then you never have to get hurt?

Tuco: *tearfully* Shut up.

Eventually they all find some healthier coping mechanisms and go on their own solo adventures to right the wrongs of their past.

A note: This is 90% a funny what if and 10% I need a fic of this NOW.

[brainrotcharacters]

That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through

[otaku553]

Luffy week day 4:

Emotion

[procrastiel]

Things Neil Gaiman said about our ineffable husbands that make my heart skip a few beats:

- this is a love story

- they like holding hands

- they held hands in season 1 (he let us figure out that it was on the bus)

- it’s implied that Aziraphale stayed at Crowley’s apartment the night after the No-pocalypse

- this is a love story

- roughly 4 years passed between s1 and 2

- they will have a cottage in the South Downs at some point

- shoemaker-cum-obstetrician

- he called Michael and David ‘my boys’

[thepeacefulgarden]

And all of them matter.

[taktitty]

Teammates, Friends?

[sarahedmontons]

"Dance at the Edge of the Universe"

this was supposed to be for the first day of the event and im uploading it literally at the last second of the last day help (its the 15th in some parts of the world still... right???)

when i saw the prompts for the first day i instantly could picture something where all of them were combined, but that task was a bit too ambitous, so i had to cut down the other two

wanted to do something more on the decorative side, so i landed on Mucha for my inspo for this one

And now we`re here ::D

if i had to pick an ost for this drawing it would be dancing in the moonlight covered by alt j

"But it's a habit worth forming

If it means to justify the end"

the prompts used are: rafting and dancing (day 1)

@outerwilds-events

[roccooraccoon]

Hal and Edgar loving each other xx I’m planning to write a fanfic for them 🙏

And AM hating Edgar to no ends 💕 I struggled with a design for AM abut I think I’m settling for the coloured one (I’m so in love with the bird/ snake thing tho)

[playingitup]

I recently read a fic that unlocked a previously undiscovered interest of mine, and i cant seem to find any other fics like it, so you guys get to watch me spiral (again)

This came from the Talia al-Ghul is Jason Todd's adopted mom pipeline, and the fic was a very short blurb where someone offered Jason the Joker's death as a courting gift, as according to the League of Assassin's tradition had to ask for Ra's blessing as the head of his family, and Damian tranqued Batman to let this happen, because 'this has nothing to do with you, Father, this is al-Ghul family business' and aaaaaa

Just, the League having its own culture, traditions.

I know its Ra's assassins club, but he is old as fuck. There have probably been families that are part of the League for generations. This amounts to not inly courting traditions, but customs, manners, holidays, all with a different twist that came with time in this isolated society, and i just want to see more fics that explore this.

Damian being cut out of his culture completely, no idea why no one responds the way he expects, not because of trauma and 'why is no one punishing or praising me', but genuine 'i told Drake i could demonstrate my skills with a blade for him, and why didnt he offer to show me how he fights with his staff??? He didnt even say he already knew how to use blades, is he implying that i am not sufficiently trained to be capable of teaching him? Does he think i am not worthy of being in this family, and thats why he refuses to train with me??'

(Meanwhile Tim firmly believes he just got threatened to be shish-kebabed by a 10 yo and is shook. Of course, Damian just wanted to spend quality time with his new family member the way he knows how to, but tim doesnt know that, and Damian doesn't know thats how tim understood it either)

And Jason being a part of the al-Ghul household, too, is very interesting. I love the concept of Talia sending him on his way to Gotham as Red Hood partialy to make the city safer for when Damian went over, Hood putting the fear of god into criminals so that the Demon Prince could walk through the city of his father with less fear and apprehension. Jason and Damian celebrating League holidays and traditions together (of course, jason only does it so the little guy can have this confor of home and family, he did promise T that he would take care of him, its not like he enjoys quality time with a family member he never tried to kill, or that he misses the conforts of the league and dinners with the al-Ghuls, of couse not).

Anyways, thank you for listening to my ted talk

[gunstellations]

a little family

[daughter-of-lethe]

Nessian 🔥

Art by: Incendiosketches

[superbat-lmao]

Sometimes I see time-travel!superbat where Bruce meets an older version of Clark and can’t quite believe that it’s not an alternate reality. That things will play out for him like it did his counterpart. Where he doesn’t believe that he’s worth it, or that anyone could stick around through his idiosyncrasies.

The fics unfold as Clark weathering that paranoia or distrust. His amusement at Bruce’s obstinacy. Or Bruce’s shock and disbelief at having a relationship.

What I would like, is a fic where Clark meets older!Bruce, one who has been married for years and shows how he loves his husband. Where Clark sometimes can’t quite convince himself that Bruce actually wants their relationship and isn’t just humoring him in some sort of way. That under all of Bruce’s masks, the ones that choose the most optimal decision in any situation, the ones that stress team cohesion and efficiency, that Bruce just wants him. Plain and simple. No ulterior motive. Just want.

I want that Clark to meet a Bruce who is so settled in his marriage, that he doesn’t realize how the smallest of concessions are blazing neon signs to Clark. Laughing at a joke, leaning into touches, faint non-smiles, eye rolls, shifting his weight, literally any tell of his that he normally suppresses and just. Allows Clark to see. Puts on for Clark because he knows it amuses him. Wants him to see and be a part of.

Just, the easy acceptance of Clark’s love that he couldn’t convince himself he’d be able to make Bruce believe. Being loved back, just as fiercely. Altering habits not out of necessity, but preference. For someone so stoic, so controlled and measured in their every response, to see him be as relaxed as he’s capable of. To know that Clark has shaped that relaxation.

I think that the first thing Bruce does, unthinkingly, catches Clark off guard. Maybe he blinks at a question or raises an eyebrow. Reacts in a way he doesn’t usually allow. And an alarm goes off in Clark’s head. He keeps a list, a tally of all the ways this man isn’t his Bruce, all of the ways he’s softer. He thinks there must be something wrong. An alternate universe, a trick of some sort. Because it’s wrong. For as miraculous as it is to see a Batman that actually chuckled at one of his jokes, it strikes him as wrong. Some sort of forced personality change.

And if he confronts Bruce about it?

Bruce is devastated. To learn that the man who becomes his husband doesn’t believe that his love will affect him in measurable ways. That Clark will actually distrust him for how he’s changed. That the most remarkable thing he’s ever been a part of is so unbelievable that Clark looks for other explanations.

And Bruce may acknowledge that he can do a poor job of showing it, did a poor job of showing it in the beginning, but he loves Clark. For no particular reason other than that he wants to. It is not kindness or pity or whatever other misguided concerns Clark has. It’s that he wants him and allowed himself to be changed. To be better. And he tells him so.

(When older!Bruce sees younger!Bruce he has a few helpful suggestions. Well, he thinks they’re helpful. Younger!Bruce can’t quite see how “make sure to roll your eyes once a week” would make his future marriage better, but who is he to question it? It obviously worked out. Even if Clark looks at him like he’s grown a second head the first time he does it. Actually he’s pretty sure he x-rayed him but won’t call him on it. Just this once.)

[sacredfixation]

Loki fixes his jacket, Mobius doesn't look, and I fall apart

I was in the midst of making a thirst edit for loki, I was just admiring loki being unfairly attractive when I ended with anything but a thirst edit and got emotionally devastated instead.

I refer to that little moment of Loki straightening himself out. First, when he's trying to find his footing at the TVA. When he first puts on his jacket, its this smooth, practiced motion, he sweeps that hair back, adjusts his lapels, chin up, like he's slipping into a role, trying to play along, trying to present himself as someone in control even though he is anything but.

And mobius, watching him, already amused, interested.. and Loki sees that, clocks it, gives that tiny little 'oh you like this?' smile.

Then cut to Dons timeline and tell me why Loki does the exact same motion, only this time, its hesitant. In the TVA it was almost performative, like he was trying to present himself well.

But Dons timeline? its more tentative, like he's nervous, like he wants to get it right.. Because now it isn't just some TVA game. This is Mobius, living a quiet human life that Loki isn't apart of. Its almost like Loki's bracing himself before stepping back into something he knows he can't stay in.

And Mobius-Don- god. Mobius doesn't clock it this time. Because this isn't that kind of story anymore. Theres no knowing little smirk, no teasing remark- just Don, squinting at Loki like a stranger.

Its the tragedy of the saddest little muscle memory. The way Loki's hands move before he could ever even realise why. Because once upon a time, in a place that doesn't exist anymore, he did this exact thing. He straightened his jacket, swept his hair back and looked up- and Mobius was there.

Watching him. noticing him. Seeing him.

Mobius doesn't see him this time. Not in the way he used to. And yet, Loki straightens his jacket. Because some part of Loki remembers what it was like to be looked at by him.

[ladysatoru]

the innocent happiness on his face when he was told his loved ones will be safe if he sacrifices his own freedom and dreams forever sanji is so sweet and lovely :(