#V: Exposed

[freefallintothevoid]

The real reason everyone makes fun of Dicks Discowing outfit is because he's the only one that can somehow pull it off

Every superhero and vigilante has has a costume like that at some point, something daring or a bit ridiculous that in hindsight that they just couldn't make work for whatever reason. Nightwing? The pretty motherfucker not only made it work, he slayed in that outfit. It looks ridiculous by itself on display in the batcave but not when Nightwing puts it on

The only reason Dick doesn't know this is because all his siblings have collectively gaslit him into thinking that it's his worst costume to date.

[edorazzi]

Due to scheduling conflicts we're celebrating Tintin Day early this month! 🥳

Someone said in tags that they could totally see Tintin needing International Rescuing at some point. What better way for the Hood to put iR's integrity on the line than revealing all to a world-famous reporter? Would the Tracys jeopardise their whole operation to save just one life?!

(Un)fortunately Tintin hasn't shown up at work since 1929, so the only sacrifice here will be an old man's dignity. Again. 🪦

[reality-detective]

‘Jane Roe’ confesses on her deathbed that she was paid to say and play the part.

They just needed a manufactured case in order to legalise abortion because it’s an incredibly lucrative business.

Child murder and sacrifice is one of the tenants of the luciferian elites. 🤔

[kleinv01]

saw the ask about al having insecurities as well. can i get crumbs of what his insecurities are so that i can babygirl albot better 🥹

://SYSTEM_MESSAGE_ANSWERED !

LMAO

for one, Al dislikes his appearance, which is the reason behind this hairstyle choice. he’s also fairly self-conscious about his voice.

trivia : Al dyed his own hair; it’s actually naturally black. the light pink color was an attempt to make him feel better about how he looks. alas, it barely helped, so he doesn't bother with it anymore, just letting it grow. (hence the black roots showing up—HAHA.) although the reason why he chose the color pink specifically isn’t known.

[mmelolabelle]

Daniel Molloy is an actual prophet and indeed only God can judge him (…probably, he might still argue)

[tridentrans]

The Witness - OCtober day 27 fear

Reo prefers to wear clothes with high collars and almost constantly wears a scarf later in his life I wonder what could have possibly inspired that

[kharonion]

Here I am and you're a rocket queen, oh, yeah / I might be too much, but honey, you're a bit obscene. — 𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽, 𝙶𝚄𝙽𝚂 𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂

[angelvings-archive]

                            heart this for a starter ( or two ) and i'll im you for muse / s 🫶🏻

[luinhealthcare]

Does Hyrule mind teaching how to assess a patient??👉👈

"You... want to learn how to assess patients?" Hyrule asked hesitantly.

Wild shrugged. "What if I want to be an EMT?"

"You also said you wanted to be a chef in the hospital."

"I can do both, you know."

Hyrule laughed. "I suppose so. Well... we'll need a patient for this to work."

Wild immediately snatched Sky, who yelped as his friend snaked a hand around his wrist. "Sky's the patient, heaven knows he needs to be looked over anyway."

"Look who's talking, Mr. I-Have-Seizures-and-Don't-Tell-Anybody," Sky grumbled as he was manhandled to sit between the other two.

"Well, everyone knows now."

Hyrule and Sky gave Wild a scalding look. Adequately apologetic, Wild shrugged sheepishly.

"Anyway," Hyrule sighed, shifting his focus to Sky. "Assessments come in different forms. You've got a primary and a secondary assessment. Primary is kind of a general overview and checking for life threatening stuff, secondary is in-depth on what the issue actually is. Make sense?"

Wild nodded.

"Great!" Hyrule continued with a smile. "Okay. Sky's our patient. Sky, you got shot once, right?"

Sky nodded, and Wild balked. "He what?!"

"It was a long time ago," Sky waved a dismissive hand.

"Okay, so that's our scenario," Hyrule said, standing. "We're dispatched for a 21-year-old male with a GSW--"

"That means gunshot wound, right?"

"Yeah. GSW, conscious patient. That's all we've got. So, you get on scene, and the very first thing you do is check for scene safety. If the scene isn't safe, we're not going in. First thing you're taught in EMS - your own safety comes first, because if you're shot you can't help the patient. It's you, your partner, then the patient."

"How often do you actually listen to that rule?" Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's not what we're learning today," Hyrule waved off easily. It was pretty common knowledge that while he would never put his partner's life at risk, he'd gotten himself into dicey situations before. But he knew how to get himself out of those situations too. "So, we determine the scene is safe. Next, is our primary assessment. The purpose of this assessment is to check for life threatening things, and an overview of major body systems. Neuro status, bleeding, and your ABCs: Airway, Breathing, Circulation.

"The situation is pretty dynamic, like sometimes you walk up and somebody's got an arterial bleed and spurting blood everywhere, your assessment stops right there and you go fix that bleed. But generally you'll have time to do the entire primary assessment."

"Okay, so neuro and ABCs?"

"Yeah. And the good thing is that most of it happens all at once, you know? You walk up to Sky and he looks at you, then boom, you've got a good neuro - he's awake, he's alert. He may not be oriented, but you can figure that out by just talking to him. And by this point you can tell if there's life threatening bleeding. Then it's ABCs - is his airway patent, or open? Is he breathing, and is he doing so normally? Is his skin warm, dry, and normal tone for him? You can literally do al these things by just walking into the room and looking at him for five seconds. The primary assessment is done really fast and, the more times you do it, basically automatically."

"What would be an example of something being wrong?" Wild askd.

Hyrule glanced at him. "When I got on scene for your crash, you were unconscious and unresponsive--in other words, you were not only unconscious, but nothing would wake you up--and your breathing was gurgling sounding because you had blood in your airway."

Glancing at Sky, Hyrule said, "Sky can give us an example of a not great primary assessment, I'm sure."

Helpfully, Sky immediately flopped off the chair he was sitting on, collapsing to the ground with a crash. Wild laughed, and footsteps rushed from upstairs into the living room.

Twilight immediately froze in the entranceway, eyes wide and fixed on Sky. "Sky, what the--guys what the hell is hap--"

Sky perked up immediately. "Oh, sorry! I'm just helping Hyrule teach Wild!"

Twilight froze a moment and then sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and grumbling under his breath.

Hyrule smiled, pointing at Twilight. "He just perfectly showed a good primary assessment looks like! He walked in and saw the patient down on the ground, tried to figure out a neuro by calling out to him, and when Sky woke up he immediately could tell he was fine. Neuro intact, not bleeding, had a patent airway because he's talking, breathing normally, and skin looks normal."

"I hate all of you," Twilight groaned, walking out of the room.

"Okay, but by skin looking normal... what does it mean when it doesn't?" Wild asked.

"Your skin can tell a story," Hyrule explained. "If you're diaphoretic, which means sweating, something is likely wrong. Though it depends on context - if your patient's sweaty but they were just exercising, it makes sense. If Sky's sweaty on the ground after being shot, he's in shock. If the skin is cool, the body isn't circulating well - that can sap the color right out of your skin - the lighter your skin tone the more notable it is, but darker skin tones can become paler too. A lot of times with darker skin tones you'll want to look at their palms or their lips, that'll help you determine it. Another color is grey - that usually means cardiac and it's bad. So skin can tell you a lot!"

"How did my skin look?" Wild questioned, curious.

"Pale," Hyrule immediately answered. "Anyway. Sky's your patient. Look him over."

"Okay," Wild blew out a breath, approaching Sky and kneeling beside him. "So he's unconscious, that's my neuro so far."

"Can you arouse him at all?"

Wild poked Sky in the neck. Sky flinched. Wild poked again and Sky giggled. Wild's eyes widened in realization, and a mischievous smile crossed his face.

"Wild, wait--"

Sky started laughing hysterically as his friend tickled him, wiggling and trying to shove him away.

"Get--off of m--Wild you jerk--"

Hyrule chuckled. "Well, we're not taught to tickle our patients, but that works."

[theborzoiarebackintown]

We started agility class today!! She seemed to have a good time and was a very good baby dog for me in a new and weird setting.

[robo-dino-puppy]

ice hunter

[fraternum-momentum]

Do you have a type when you design OCs to be attractive? Cuz obviously there's a bunch of types of attractive and in both physicality and personality, so what do you find yourself drawing when you're purposefully trying to make a character hot? I'm curious. :3c

If you want, I'll also expose myself and tell you the thing I like to make. UwU Are UwUs too cringe? I have so little human interaction. Lol. But I think they're fun.

(super old ask i never got to finish answering,, i apologize profusely huhu,,,)

i looveeeee drawing muscles, particularly the upper body, so i tend to draw them a lot and i often use my ocs to practice (nigel, loki) or just make up random designs

and personality wise, if their attidude screams dom then that's already a 10/10 for me I mean idk if its alr clear enough looking at my ocs + sona or just my stuff in general, i lean vv heavily on being a sub aidjwhe

also boobs r always a plus :3

[banthegirl11521]

V accidentally exposes Thad

for context they are sparring and they’ve cornered V that’s all you need to know.

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*Uzi Lizzy and Thad raise their weapons at V*

Uzi: prepare to lose you little shit!

V: wait before i lose this round, can i say one more thing?

Uzi: fine go ahead.

V: okay.

V: anybody who finishes me off has a crush on me!

Uzi: ugh dammit, she got us! *lowers her weapon*

Lizzy: son of a bitch. *lowers her weapon also*

Lizzy: …Thad why is your pipe still up?

Thad: *as a sweat drop and blush on his visor* uh yeah… there’s something I need to tell you guys.

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Inspired my this meme i change it a bit to fit with the scenario I had in my mind

[ferociiumarchive]

« file name: fairfield, dwight » @leadxxr

Danny wasn't unfamiliar to use carefully crafted words to get the reaction he wanted to from someone.  He used that very same tactic with Dwight too, instilling paranoia into his mind; making sure that even if he wasn't there the other could feel his presence all around him.  It had always been a game to him, until it wasn't anymore.  One, two, three unsteady steps taken on the tight rope he so often danced on, and the predator was falling for his own trap, falling in the unexpected hands of his prey.

A prey, something that Dwight hadn't been in such long time, not in Danny's eyes at least.  Time after time he could have put a stop to it, he could have left his own morbid curiosity unsatisfied and walk away; left the casket that his ribcage was still sealed shut, instead he allowed him to pry it open, to peer inside the deep void of his being and find pieces and bits of Danny that had been long lost, forgotten.  Time and time again, always letting his own guard down and allowing the survivors closer, as if there was something inside him yearning for it.  And now ?  Now it was too late to go back to the man he once was, even if he was to force the lid closed, it wouldn't never fit quite as it did, there would always be cracks letting such foreign feelings pouring out the moment his gaze would be cast upon the other.

Just like in this moment, when a little voice in the back of his head was telling him to retreat into the shadows and yet, all he could do was getting lost in the warmth of familiar brown eyes.  He moved then, hands cupping Dwight's face, claiming his mouth in a brief kiss before resting his forehead against the other's when he pulled away, eyes still closed.  " You make me feel. "  And that alone was such dangerous thing for a man so detached from humanity.  " You make me feel human, as if there are still pieces of me that are able to feel something more than the constant lust for blood. "  He pulled away then, eyes opening just so hazel hues could settle on Dwight.  An uncanny honesty reflected behind his own eyes, mixed with something else, uncertainty.  As if Danny was still fighting with himself; still doubting just how much he could say before it was too much for his own mind to accept, because once those words were out in the open, he couldn't pretend they weren't true, not to him. 

" You make me feel like I'm capable of loving you. "  He felt exposed, vulnerable even.  " And it drives me insane.  You poisoned me and I would let that happen again and again. "  He swallowed the lump in his throat.  " You are like an addiction that I can't never have enough of.  It's an high that. . .  I never felt before. "

Perhaps that was what love felt like for people like him.

[the-bloodline-embrace]

Is it possible to drink the forbidden juice (Embrace's eye lava stuff)

((This is wild considering I got this ask right after drawing this:))

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[theharellan]

what did you want to say to Mythal before her murder?

ask inspired by this post, i presume.

The words had felt so clear before she had appeared.

How quickly the sight of her had banished them from his mind. Every accusation, all the venom and bile he had nursed over the long years of her absence, gone.

Left, instead, with the vain and precious hope that this time she would listen when he begged her. As he had listened to her- time and again, he had listened, and it had cost him everything.

The Fade.

His name.

Even her.

Perhaps if he had told her, she would have stayed. Perhaps his weakness was why she no longer walked among the living.

Perhaps together, they might have...

The shadow Mythal casts looms larger than even Elgar'nan, as colossal as the Titans she had tamed within the confines of his cell. Like the Black City hangs in the Fade, she is inevitable, inescapable, more persistent a hunter than Andruil could ever hope to be.

And yet he never snarls her name. He can barely bring himself to say it.

He opens his mouth to speak, expecting his voice to ring out clearly, as it so often has over his millennia of being. To tell her what she deserves to hear, what he deserves to say. Instead, a whisper, a prayer:

"What if, instead, you left the Evanuris and remained with me? Do you not wish for freedom from this struggle?"

The echo pulls him deeper into the dredges of his regrets. The world spins again towards her demise. His mistake, his weakness, the very Pride he had taken as a mantle had failed him as surely as his Wisdom.

Setting this any time after Mythal's death means he's unable to really touch upon what he wanted to say, at least in how I write him. He wanted her to know that she was wrong, that he did not betray her, that he acted for the very reason that she had brought him here (to help the People). He also wanted to know that she had hurt him, but that he still loved her, and in joining maybe they could realise the world she had fought for. Glimpses of his argument remain but he loses his bite. Forever a lapdog. Solas will brush against the damage she did to him often (Wisdom's death, Cole's personal quest, the Well of Sorrows, disbanding/keeping the Inquisition, and also for the HoF- not Joining Ian also makes him think about Mythal) but nurses it like a wounded arm until the end of Veilguard. And since this is set in regret jail: he cannot name the ways she has hurt him, hurt the world, not there, where their embodiment has wrought the iron of his prison. He could have maybe told Felassan or Miraen what he planned to tell here before the fact. Although knowing they lack his faith in her, he might hesitate even in that. He goes over it with himself. You could maybe get it out of him post-Veilguard when he's healing, but it still wouldn't be easy. Tearing at it wouldn't alleviate his regrets, and may aggravate the new ones. I did try to get him to be more open IC ftr, I even counted some syllables before I decided the above answer was the best we'd get. But I did write them, so I'm sharing it anyway:

"I wished her to see why I left, to tell her I was no traitor- not to her cause, the cause I had been made for."

To help the People, they must be drawn up from their knees, but what hope could they ever have to rise with the yoke of divinity clapped around their necks?