#WOO TWO IN ONE DAY

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[artharakka]

💙 XI Queen 🕊

[leonardcohenofficial]

i wrote these tags on a starsky and hutch post about the episode “bloodbath” three years ago and actually followed through for my dissertation like. wow

[stressed-sock]

kiply for day 37-38 of @dominionweeks :3

[echo-goes-mmm]

Old Friends Finale

Masterpost

Previous

Note: Charlie, the doctor, uses they/them pronouns.

Warnings: death

They tumbled into the Dark, wrestling with each other in the black.

Laith could see Nightclaw, grayscale against the infinite expanse of pure void, but it was clear after a moment that Master was completely blind.

“You stupid bitch,” he snarled. Laith dodged a wild swing of his blade; it came down a scant inch from where his head was a mere second before.

He struggled against Master’s weight pinning him down. With Nightclaw unable to see, he finally had an advantage.

Laith wiggled out of Nightclaw’s grip, his pure rage and frustration making him sloppy.

He scrambled out of reach, and Nightclaw stumbled to his feet.

“Where are you?!” Master shrieked, swinging his blade into the empty.

Nightclaw suddenly stood up straight, eyes still searching uselessly into the black. He dropped his blade arm to rest at his side.

“Darling…” he cooed, voice soft and sing-song, “I know you’re still there.”

Laith didn’t dare draw a breath as Nightclaw’s eyes passed over him.

“I’m not mad,” lied Master. “Take us back, sweetheart. I promise I won’t punish you.”

Laith said nothing.

Nightclaw suddenly cried out, not in anger, but in pain. He dropped the dagger entirely, and fell to his knees.

Laith didn’t know what happened to people when they were left in the Dark. Some sick part of him wanted to find out.

Nightclaw’s hands pressed against his head, as if some great migraine was pulsing in his brain. He gasped, eyes wide open, and against the grayscale, Laith saw black void stream from his eyes.

It flowed off his jaw and into the Dark.

Master kept screaming, even as his eyes completely turned to pitch and his mouth began to drip.

“Laith! Help me!” he called out, desperate. “Please!”

He still said nothing, frozen in horror. Dark spilled over Master's lips.

“LAITH!” 

___________________

“LAITH!” Theo screamed, but he was too late. Laith and Nightclaw were gone.

He frantically turned in circles, searching for any sign of them. They couldn’t have gone far, not with Laith’s condition.

“LAITH!”

Mateo and Beatrice finally caught up with him.

“What happened?” Mateo demanded.

“Look for them,” he ordered, “hurry!”

They flew up into the sky, scanning the city.

“There!” Beatrice called, pointing in the distance. She dived down, scooped Theo up under the arms, and they moved in a blur.

Laith sat on the concrete, hands over his mouth. He was rocking back and forth, eyes wild. There was blood spatter on his clothes, too much to only be his.

Beatrice put him on the ground and Theo raced towards Laith. She hung back, and Mateo hovered above her.

Theo put his hands on Laith’s shoulders.

“Laith, where’s Nightclaw?”

Laith didn’t seem to hear him. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His pupils swallowed up most of the vibrant purple of his eyes, pure horror and panic in his face.

“Laith!” Theo shook him by the shoulders. Laith’s eyes snapped to Theo, as if just now realizing he was there.

“Where’s Nightclaw, Laith?”

“He’s- he’s gone,” whispered Laith, trembling. “I killed him.”

Theo inhaled sharply.

“Oh god,” moaned Laith, “I killed him!”

Laith turned away, vomiting onto the street. Theo rubbed his back as he retched.

Beatrice approached, and Theo shot her a pleading look. She held up her hands, and Theo knew she understood.

“Where’s the body?” she asked, quiet.

Laith shuddered. “I left him behind. In the Dark.”

“The Dark?” she gently prodded.

“It’s… it’s where I go. When I use my powers.”

Theo remembered the dark cold Laith brought them through when they escaped Nightclaw. He wasn’t aware it was a place, but then again, he never thought about it. 

He filed away a note to ask Laith exactly how his powers worked.

“You killed Nightclaw and left him in the Dark?”

“N-no, I-” Laith scrubbed a hand over his face. “I- I took him there- and- and I got him off of me and… the Dark did the rest.”

“Go on,” Theo encouraged.

Laith shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself, clearly unwilling to say more.

Theo was suddenly very grateful that Laith was the type to value human life. He’d make the perfect assassin if he wanted to.

Theo, Beatrice, and Mateo exchanged looks. “Am I under arrest?” Laith asked wearily.

“No,” said Mateo, his voice firm. 

“It was self defense,” agreed Beatrice. “And I don't think any jury would convict you anyway.”

“Okay.”

Laith sounded so tired, and his frame was so small. Theo put a gentle hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, quiet.

Laith leaned into his leg, something Theo was sure he’d never do a mere few hours ago.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “He’s really just… gone.”

Theo empathized. Laith hadn’t said how long he was under Nightclaw’s boot, but it was long enough that he must feel directionless without him.

“You could come back with us,” suggested Mateo. “We have room.”

Laith turned to look at him, blinking slowly. “I’m not a hero,” he said slowly, as if he thought Mateo was an idiot. “ And I’m not exactly useful.”

“You don’t have to be,” assured Theo.

Laith stood up, legs shaky. “That’s not how the world works,” he protested weakly.

Beatrice and Mateo gave each other a look.

“Who cares?” she shrugged.

“I care!” Laith’s leg went out from under him, and Theo caught him under the arms.

“Do you think I can just-” he waved a hand around, wincing, “-stick around and, what, hope you don’t do something to me? That’s not how any of this works! Not out there, not in prison, not anywhere!”

Theo slung Laith’s arm around his shoulders, and he didn’t struggle despite his outburst.

Laith panted, tears dripping off his bruised jaw.

“Fine then. I guess you’ll just be our prisoner,” said Mateo, strangely nonchalant. Beatrice stepped away from him, shock on her face. Theo gaped at him, and Laith nodded as if his point was proven.

“You’ll have to get used to regular meals and healthcare, though. It’s policy for such horrible criminals like you,” continued Mateo, and Theo caught on. 

Beatrice smacked Mateo on the shoulder. Mateo winced. “Ow!” He rubbed at the spot. 

Laith tilted his head back to look at the sky. “Fuck you guys,” he said, without any bite.

Theo took that as a yes.

___________________

Charlie was thrilled to finally have a permanent roommate in the complex, but it was months before Laith fully ventured out of his corner of the base for more than a quick shower.

Theo wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment, resentment, or both.

But now, he often tinkered in Theo’s shop. Sometimes he even offered to assist if he was in a good mood.

Theo occasionally caught him reading in a corner, or cooking in the kitchen. Laith made a mean lasagna and worked wonders with just beans and rice. Things that Theo wouldn’t have guessed he cared to do.

On the other hand, he still flinched at most touches and unexpected company, and small static shocks could send him spiraling into panic.

Theo installed a humidifier and removed the carpets to minimize the zaps, and everyone made sure not to accidentally sneak up on each other. Honestly, they should have taken care of that earlier anyway.

Laith also hated surprises, preferred quiet, and was always there to help Charlie patch the team up.

It worked for them. Laith wasn’t in the field, but no one would argue he wasn’t part of the team.

___________________

“Hey,” greeted Theo, grabbing a mug from the cabinets. Laith was making some pasta. Pesto, from the looks of the sauce gently bubbling on the stove.

“Nope,” Laith shook his head, “not sharing.”

“Do I look like Charlie?”

Laith snorted.

Theo filled the mug with water and put it in the microwave. Mateo got onto him about making tea in the microwave, but honestly Theo couldn’t taste the difference that he insisted was there.

The microwave dinged, and Theo plopped in the teabag.

“I’m setting a timer for three minutes,” he warned Laith.

“Thanks.”

Laith drained the pasta, and poured the noodles into the pan of sauce. He folded the pasta into the sauce, sprinkling it with the good parm.

The timer went off.

Theo took out the teabag and dumped in two heaping teaspoons of sugar. He stirred it and took a sip. Laith grabbed a fork and started eating right out of the pan. A habit of his; to avoid cleaning more dishes. Something about wasting water, even though Theo had made a very efficient dishwasher for the kitchen.

“Hey,” said Theo, putting his mug down on the counter. “Are we friends?”

Laith stabbed some more pasta with his fork.

“What are you talking about?”

Theo shrugged. “I was just wondering.” He picked up his tea again. He tried not to be disappointed as he sipped at it.

Laith rolled his eyes. “Yeah we’re friends. You think I just stick around for the free room and board?”

Theo smiled at him. 

“Sap,” scoffed Laith.

Theo took another sip of his sugary tea, as Laith shoveled more pasta into his mouth like a starving man.

Laith had called him sentimental, naive, soft-hearted, and a sap, more times than he could count.

It was Laith-speak for love, a substitute for the ‘I-care-about-yous’. Just like how ‘don’t die’ really meant ‘please be careful’.

Laith rinsed out the pan before putting it in the dishwasher and leaving.

Theo watched him go. He finished his tea, closing his eyes.

He replayed it in his mind. “Yeah, we’re friends.”

Theo smiled to himself.

He’d always been a sucker for happy endings.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1 @loserwithsyle @cepheusgalaxy @ohwrite

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Lmfaooooo I am dying at Halsin just starting act 3 horny on main and straight up asking to be in a thruple, like, bro lmao

Everything about this interaction and the one right after if you decide to ask Astarion about it is gold 💀💀💀 his fucking Halsin impression haha

I so wonder what the others have to say if you're romancing them and get propositioned by the bear hahaha I'll bet it's great

[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 19: Coat

Word Count: 1989 Rating: General Summary: You and Din arrive for a vacation in a picturesque snowy mountain town. There's just one problem: you brought the wrong coat. You head into town in search of the perfect coat but after a long day of fruitless searching, fortunately you have an incredibly patient and attentive Mandalorian to help you through the shopping stress. Content Warnings: Reader struggles to find a coat that fits right (not specified why) so maybe a little body image issues if you squint. Author's Note: This may or may not have been inspired by me spending the past two days looking for the right coat while shopping and now being ready to drop from exhaustion (hence the later post!) but hopefully tomorrow is the day! This one is linked pretty heavily to Day 1 and Day 12. I tried to make it as inclusive as possible in terms of why finding a coat that fit was hard, I struggle myself (I'm very tall) so if that applies to you too, I feel you. It sucks. Hope you enjoyed!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

The moment when Din walked through the door holding a bag of shopping should have been the first clue that something was untoward. You knew that he enjoyed the occasional visit to the weekly market that passed through Nevarro with you but you had never known him to be one to shop for himself, certainly not without you. So, your curiosity was piqued when you noticed Din’s return with a mysterious bag, both at what he had bought and the reason for his apparently secretive shopping trip. Given thousands of attempts though, you would never have accurately guessed what Din had purchased. It was the last thing you expected to see.

“What have you got there?” You asked, getting straight to the point as you sat on the couch with Grogu on your lap.

“It’s for this little guy,” Din said, nodding towards Grogu as he removed his helmet and placed it on the table in front of you.

With his helmet out of the way, Din took the mystery item out of the shopping bag. He revealed it to be a little red coat with matching red trousers, complete with foot coverings, just small enough to fit Grogu. It appeared to be a snow suit of some kind. You were thoroughly confused. You looked up at Din questioningly. Nevarro was a warm planet with lava flats, you had never known there to be a day cold enough to necessitate such a garment. It was then that Din had told you that the vacation you were taking was, to your surprise, a cold planet. 

You had done your best to pack for the surprise trip that Din had told you would be to cold climes. Although that was difficult, since the selection of clothes you were working with was intended for climates much warmer than in the mountains of Corellia, where Din had brought you to vacation. After one afternoon of playing in the snow your coat had proved to be woefully inadequate, the material was not thick enough and it was completely sodden after a snowball fight with Grogu.

The first morning that you woke up in the snowy paradise, rather than being able to enjoy your surroundings, the first order of business was to procure you a more suitable coat that would protect you against the elements. The two of you were heading into town to shop for a new coat. You felt enormously guilty that your lack of preparedness had put a stop to all the fun you could be having. Plus, shopping when you needed something was not the most pleasant experience. You did not have the luxury of browsing the shops, selecting something for a treat that took your fancy. If you didn’t manage to find something suitable you would not be able to enjoy your time here.

Din had dressed in his beskar’gam for your excursion and despite how bad you felt, he would let you feel no such negative emotions. But despite his insistence that you needed to get this coat sorted so that you could enjoy your time here, you still felt awful. Plus, given Din's unsual appearance, you were painfully aware that he was turning a number of heads as you wandered through the streets of Doaba Guerfel. You doubted that the picturesque mountain town where you were staying for a festive winter retreat was used to many Mandalorians. You had done your best to ignore them though, and remain optimistic that you would find the perfect winter coat in one of the various clothing retailers dotted around the quaint town. 

But the day had dragged on, beyond even your worst fears. You had been searching for what felt like an eternity. Now, Grogu was getting restless and the number of stores left for you to visit was dwindling. Yet still, the perfect winter coat eluded you. Everything that was available seemed to be out of season. And any winter coats that you saw were either not made of the right material, not something that you felt comfortable in or not quite the right size for you. Din was doing his best to reassure you and ensure that you did not feel bad even though you could tell his patience was beginning to wear thin.

“One more store,” You sighed, already feeling defeated. 

“This is going to be the one, mesh’la, I can just feel it,” Din said as the two of you walked arm in arm towards the final store. You noted the way Din had used the Mando'a phrase for beautiful to refer to you and it touched you deeply. He clearly wanting to highlight that to you now, he could see that the amount of ill-fitting coats had perhaps made you slightly insecure. You felt instantly lighter as Din pushed the door and entered the small shop that appeared to be owned by a family, judging by the name on the door.

A friendly old man greeted you from behind the counter when you walked into the small store. The family-run business was quiet, a few people were shopping but it was a world away from the many hot, cramped stores that you had already visited today. This one was slightly off the main shopping street and appeared to be less of a tourist trap.

You felt slightly more optimistic, both from the vibes of the store and the way Din had assured you while approaching this store that this would be the one. He was so confident that you almost believed him. But cruelly, as you rounded the last rail of coats, still nothing was appropriate for you. You were dejected, disappointed and you felt terrible looking at the way Grogu was writhing impatiently on the seat Din had placed him on. He had brought you both here for a relaxing vacation, not to shop for coats. You were about to turn on your heel and storm out of the store, when the sound of Din’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I need to find a coat today, something warm,” Din explained, having already marched over to the counter behind which the elderly man was standing. “I have a lot of credits. It’s for my partner here,” Din gestured towards you. You felt awful that it was having to come to this, even more so that he would have to waste any more of his hard earned money on you, after he had clearly splurged on this vacation. 

“Ah… there has been quite the run on coats recently, with all the tourists at this time of year, we simply cannot meet the demand,” The old man explained, bringing up a finger to scratch his chin as though deep in thought. “However, I think I might have something in the storeroom that is just the right size.”

Din nodded slowly, then turned towards you and tilted his head as if to say, I told you so. You smiled and shook your head at him, you hadn’t even seen the coat yet and already he was so certain that it was going to be right for you. When the old shopkeeper returned with the coat in mind, you could see instantly that this was the coat for you. It appeared to be the right size, unlike most of the coats you had seen thus far today. Plus, it had a thick, fur-lined hood with equally warm lining and a waterproof material on the outside. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was the colour: bright red, Just like Grogu’s snowsuit. 

Your face lit up as the shopkeeper brought it over, your heart was pounding. All day you had been hoping to have the moment when you saw the coat and just knew it was right for you and finally, it seemed, that this might be it. You took the coat from his wrinkled hands, trembling slightly as you did so. Din had walked over to be by your side as you tried it on. 

As you slipped your arms into the coat, you felt a rush of euphoria. This was exactly the right coat for you. It fit you like a glove, you loved the material and it was the right colour so you could match with Grogu. 

“It fits you perfectly!” The old man exclaimed with glee once you had fastened it around you. 

“It does,” Din said, his helmet tilting to look you up and down. You felt your cheeks warm slightly out of embarrassment from knowing that he was gazing at you like this, but it was just another sign of how much he adored you. 

Din went to pay for the coat while you scooped Grogu up from the seat he had been sitting on, watching you try the coat on. He cooed happily and placed his little claws on the chest of your coat, as if to give his seal of approval at the fact you were now matching.

“Thank you for your business!” The old shopkeeper said with a wave as you left the store, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here!”

“Thank you for your help,” Din nodded as you stepped out of the store.

You headed back towards the cabin, Grogu in your arms, the two of you matching while the unpainted Beskar of the man beside you gleamed in the late-afternoon sunshine.

*

Later that evening, when you returned from the long walk that you had taken as the sun set over the mountainous paradise, your history with coats was weighing upon Din’s mind. After all, if it hadn’t been for you forgetting your coat to run a few errands on your homeplanet when a rainstorm hit, you never would have met Din. As you proudly hung your new red coat up on the pegs just inside the cabin, right next to Grogu’s much tinier one of the same colour, you heard Din walk into the hallway beside you. 

“It seems to be a pattern with you,” Din observed with a smirk as he leant against the wall.

You looked at him quizzically, not following where his mind was.

“I mean, you and coats,” Din elaborated. “We met for the first time because you forgot to wear one and there was a downpour. Now we spent an entire day shopping for a coat so you’d be wrapped up against the elements here.”

“You’re right,” You giggled. “I really am hopeless.”

“You are hopeless,” Din said teasingly as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Well, I love you too,” You said as you leaned in to kiss Din softly. “But maybe next time you do a bit of shopping for Grogu, you could at least include me too.”

“Oh, so this is my fault,” Din huffed, pouting slightly.

“Maybe…” You mused. “But you did fix it. Thank you for helping me get what I needed in the end.”

“You’re welcome, cyare,” Din smiled. “You know I’ll always fix anything for you.”

“I do,” You sighed, looking up at Din dreamily, feeling grateful that you had such a caring man in your life.

You leaned in to kiss him again, before he placed his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked into the main living area where Grogu was playing with the fire. 

Despite how terribly the day had begun, you had managed to turn things around with Din’s help. Now, you would be wrapped up against the elements. You could enjoy the rest of the time you had here in this idyllic mountain paradise, complete with the new red jacket to match the snowsuit Grogu had been bought by his father. It was just another story to add to the amusing history you and Din had with your apparent hopelessness at being prepared for the weather with the right coat. 

[mitchievousness]

KazuRei Week Day 1 - Growing Old

when miri is fully grown and moves away from the family home, the papas move to the countryside and become the unofficial elder gays in the little village

[pocket-notebook]

Business Casual Wear

I've fallen so deep down the beetlejuice hole that I've started reading fan-fics. It's been a wild experience. But I read one by @planet-cupcake today, and I had to make a drawing loosely based off part of it/an outfit he was put in

[seahdalune]

dawg get off the grass you’re going to get ticks

[hanakihan]

me, reading SL and wondering if there’s really gay subtext or it’s my brain reading too much into it but like

entirety of post rewind, especially bits from jin chul perspective felt like ‘you don’t remember me but I came to find you because I promised I will follow you to the end of the world’ vibe from jin woo like you have no idea the amount of same case scenarios I saw in BL media I’m dying here—

don’t get me even fucking started on jin chul remembering jin woo that’s like fucking peak gay energy—

[whydotheycallmechimney]

is it bad writing or is it not delivering on the fan expectations you've created in your head?

[jasperthejester]

if i had a nickel for every time i got covid after a vacation in july while having a byler hyperfixation id have two nickels which isnt a lot but its weird that its happened twicd

[meerlichtz]

Oh btw unpopular opinion but i don’t think the dhmis trio needs to fit a traditional family dynamic. They don’t need to be dads and a kid. Isn’t that kind of the point of the family ep? No one can tell someone what is and what isn’t a family. Sometimes a family is just a dad. Sometimes a family is three people trapped together in an eternal hell

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3333

[jadefyre]

brain feels… crunchy