#and it won’t be me trust

[matcha-lemonade-enthusiast]

and this mf?? yeah yeah need himmmm

like omg??? brown with beautiful teeth, a nursing degree and deep mommy issues??? yeahhhhh my dream man fr. a man who yearns, is a man who earns 🙂‍↕️😘

[everwalldigan]

Bruce being a toxic boy mom when it comes to nightwing will never not be funny as fuck he is literally the biggest nightwing defender one bad word against him and the next day he’ll show up at ur house

Bonus:

[potato-lord-but-not]

tma sonas for my gf and I because ummmm uhhh

[itsnotmourn]

OH MY GOD ITS CARMEN AND RICHARD

[rainbowpopeworld]

Me when I’m trying to convince someone to watch Good Omens for the first time

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[butterflyscribbles]

Not dead btw💜

Battling a full time job and burnout at the moment. I know I’ve kinda disappeared across most social media but I’m so tired I often just forget to check it. Stay tuned and happy holidays everyone🎄❄️✨

[saturnsconstellation]

For everyone writing a marauders band!AU please check out royalsugarband on Instagram.

The lead singer (Sirius) and the bassist (Remus) are basically in love. And the one behind the camera is James 100%

[teecupangel]

Imagine if, during brotherhood, when Lucy started focusing more on getting the apple and less on keeping desmond safe, desmond's eagle vision started seeing her as an enemy. And he is sitting in the sanctuary and is messing with his eagle vision and does a double take when he realizes lucy is red

It starts off as red footprints leading to the villa.

Desmond found it during one of the few short breaks he was allowed to have. He figured he’d check the villa while he could still be hidden by the darkness of night and just… move around.

One of the things he missed from when they were in that hideout in Rome had been learning to move the same way as Ezio did.

Well…

Mostly, it felt like Ezio but, sometimes, before he could even understand what was happening, he would jump or move like Altaïr.

If he let his instinct takeover, it was like…

It would switch to whoever would have the better move that Desmond needed right now.

Not once did it felt like he was moving on his own.

That was why when his Eagle Vision activated on its own while he was just walking by the fountain, he knew that it was Altaïr’s habit and not Ezio’s.

Ezio used his Eagle Vision when there was a need to. Even if it was just a poke in his mind that he needed to, he would use it.

Altaïr used it regularly. Every three seconds or even less if he was feeling more paranoid than usual.

Altaïr used it like it was his real vision.

He used it like he was ready to be attacked at every given moment.

And now…

There were footprints glowing in red where everyone believed they were safe.

Desmond was immediately on alert, fearing the worst.

Templars.

Abstergo had found them.

He hurriedly followed the footsteps and it led him to Mario’s study. There were many footsteps all around the study but they all led to the hidden entrance.

There was no time to analyze the movements of the footprints. He followed the path quietly, his movements feeling more like fusion of Altaïr and Ezio making their way towards their target.

The Hidden Blade wrapped around his arm felt both light and heavy at the same time, his mind clearer than it had ever been.

He has his mission.

He has his targets.

He knew what to do.

But he stopped dead in his track, his heart beating louder and louder that it drowned out Shaun’s complains of him appearing ‘out of nowhere’ and to make a sound or something next time.

The grounds were littered with red footprints and Desmond finally had an answer to the silent question he had upstairs.

“It looked like only one pair of footprints but why was is moving all over?”

Seeing the footprints here and the locations of all their equipment, Desmond realized that the owner of these red footprints had been helping in moving and setting up the equipment they used.

And now…

“Desmond, are you okay?”

A familiar voice.

The woman who saved him from Abstergo and brought him to the Brotherhood.

The woman now shrouded in that sickening red glow in his Vision.

Can he truly believe his Vision?

Hell…

Seeing the dim blue glow of both Shaun and Rebecca, Desmond was reminded that he was still an outsider.

The three of them were close, members of the Brotherhood.

Even if Desmond was to tell them of the red glow he saw…

Why would he even believe that these two, more white than blue, would even believe his words over hers?

It would be easy to destroy any of his accusations.

‘Desmond has been in the Animus for too long.’

‘It’s the Bleeding Effect. Who knows? Maybe he’s seeing me as someone less. Someone like Lucrezia Borgia?’

Worst case scenario, they might sedate him and push him into the Animus under the excuse of ‘this is for your own safety’.

Desmond couldn’t even be sure if this paranoia was his or Altaïr’s.

Hell, at this point, it could the both of them and Ezio’s as well.

What he did know was…

“It’s nothing.” Desmond blinked.

The world burst into colors once more.

And Lucy Stillman stared at him with the same concerned expression she always had.

Was she truly concerned?

Was she acting?

Desmond couldn’t be sure.

What he did know was…

He needed to figure out if Lucy was red because she had her own agenda that would be detrimental for him.

Or…

If she had turned her back from the Brotherhood and was a Templar sent to keep Desmond-

Ah.

Ezio’s memories.

That was what she was after, wasn’t it?

The Apple.

Like how Vidic desired the map from Altaïr’s memories.

Well…

He would play along for now.

He’d make a plan while he lets Ezio’s memories play out.

It’s alright.

Now that he knew he was alone.

He had all the time in the world to plan.

.

(I will say that if this was an actual fic, I would suggest naming this Red Shoes as reference to the fairy tale the Red Shoes)

The red footprint is based on the one you can find in AC Brotherhood as explained in the trivia section of Eagle Vision wiki.

[malenjoyer]

I'm so glad you're back!! I'm so sorry about the assholes stealing your art, please don't let it discourage you

Thank you! I’m mostly okay now. I’ve healed enough of my mental block with dc to start feeling ok with making more stuff for my favorite characters… 🙏🏼 I even started a dick Grayson piece today!!

I mostly keep the pinned post up because his friends seemed really hurt from being lied to for months under the impersonation and I just don’t want it to happen again

[chellodello]

I tried to make a comic about how even after getting together Zim will sometimes get so overwhelmed with paranoia that he’ll be betrayed that he destroys as much evidence of his existence in Dib’s life as possible. He doesn’t want to do this, but he can’t help it, it’s how he’s encoded. Irken’s aren’t designed for love, aren’t programed to accept peace. Sharks have to keep moving, to keep consuming, or they’ll die. Zim’s sort of like that.

Anyway here’s the only panels from that that I liked before I scrapped it.

[winn-wynn]

Percy: I can make them better

Oliver and Marcus: I can make him worst

[spikershoyo]

hey hey…mutuals who haven’t, have you watched monkey man (2024)? I think u should go watch monkey man (2024), monkey man (2024) is really neat, I think the people who I follow and follow me back also known as mutuals should go watch monkey man (2024)…if it’s not in theaters and u don’t wanna buy/rent it, go to fmovies…it’s an illegal website and it’s pretty good…go try it…u should watch monkey man (2024)…please I’m begging u

[mochis-hideout]

Welcome Home Circus AU!!! 🎪

To read more, look at undercut ⬇️

Wally: Wally is the ringmaster and in charge of this whole circus, though he isn’t exactly the model image, he tries. Though his voice is monotone, it is still motivating to the performers and audience alike.

Barnaby: Barnaby’s the clown and he sure enjoy making that known. Whether that’s with an irritating clown horn or a banana peel, the others need to keep their eyes peeled.

Julie: Julie is the juggler, of course adding her own kick to it. Her own kick being juggling bowling balls or other wacky items.

Sally: Sally’s the circus acrobat and she takes her job quite seriously. She spends most of her time in her personal tent practicing, she must be perfect after all.

Eddie: Eddie’s the circus strong man, and a helpful fella at that. Whenever he’s not performing, he’s either helping others or training for the next show so he’ll always be ready for whatever life throws at him.

Frank: Frank’s the animal trainer, or in this case butterfly trainer. He’s very skilled at what he does too, and he makes sure he’s taken seriously, no matter how silly it may seem to others.

Howdy: Howdy is a magician, performing acts during intermissions to keep guests entertained. When he’s not performing or practicing, he’s helping Wally run the circus, at least finically.

And finally,

Poppy: Poppy is the tightrope walker, dazzling the audience with her flashy feathers. Though she seems pretty confident on stage, in reality, the poor gal’s got a terrible fear of heights…

Anyways that’s it for now! :]

[ahalliance]

im calling it now the whole saving the eggs if x team wins thing is a lie made up to cause interpersonal conflict and chaos among the islanders in order to isolate them and fuck up their close knit relationships back home . like they’re going to finish these two weeks n the quirky eye of sauron from 1948 is going to be like ‘oopsies ^-^ i may have lied ^-^ my bad guys ^-^’ and the islanders are gonna have to pick up the pieces of their shattered relationships

[dykedvonte]

My post about Anya is making like a little ruckus on Twitter and I think it’s crazy how many people like have a problem with it.

Like you don’t have to agree with how I characterize Anya and her actions but it’s more like, why are you focused on only one aspect of her character? Why are you removing nuance from the situation? I don’t see it as giving Curly the benefit of the doubt when it comes to doing better for Anya, but as exploring his character and hers relationship with a the very little authentic facts we get about them. In truth, there’s a lot more I wish Curly did, even if it wasn’t pragmatic but I realize the issue there.

The first psychological horror game in a while that’s real intricate in its storytelling and makes you need to really need to address the morality of intentions and its already getting torn asunder smh 😔