#blowing them up in my brain

[romagiago]

Teehee just oc x cannon things

[aitadjcrazytimes]

[lobotomy-lady]

the most batshit insane traumatizing thing happened at work today & I won't know if people are dead bc of my inability to talk a man down from a mass murder until the news reports start coming out lollll

edit: it's all good there was nothing about a shootout on the news 🙏

[theopteryx]

[pepperpixel]

“put me on a pedestal and i’ll only disappoint you

tell me i’m exceptional, and i promise to exploit you

gimme all your money, and i’ll make some origami honey!

i think you’re a joke!!! …but i don’t find you very

fuuuuuuu~nyyy”

More tagr art!!! Assorted stuff this time! Featuring some cute chibi stuff. Some solo gaz’s, a lil uhhh. Comic of an altercation.. and a very belated Halloween pic I started drawing last Halloween and didnt finish lol. Also featuring lyrics from pedestrian at best cuz that song rllly rlly fits my ver of tak lol.

[spaceratprodigy]

💋 Cybill and Iris 💋

@grimreapersbutt — it is mandatory Looking At Them hours btw

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[yoku-yukihime]

"The end of our gripping drama is finally upon us... Isn't it?"

"Stare into the eyes of wrath itself. A bottomless, burning pit of malice that calls your name. Were you watching, Chang'e? Did you gaze down upon me for all those millennia watching my suffering? I hope you did. I hope you saw me tear HIM apart limb from sorry limb.

Look at you, what a pathetic display. You are the goddess of the moon itself, yet you stand here gawking in fear. I can feel it, you're terrified of me aren't you? You're immortal, you can't die...

But how true is that really? You know what I am capable of, don't you?

Hmph. I've entertained a fraction of your eternity for now. The time is finally upon us. This began with me, and it shall end with me. My accursed enemy, Chang'e... I hope you are prepared to feel the anger of four thousand years."

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Straight up had a dream last night that DC revealed that Bart and Kon were dating and it was in the WILDEST FUCKING WAY.

K, so picture this: Clark needs someone to fly around disguised as him for a plan. So Clark goes through the options in his head: Bruce can't fly, MM is off world, Jon is too much of a twink to be believable, Kara is blonde, Kon is.... Perfect! With a person in mind who would be perfect for his plan, Clark flies off to find Kon.

Cut to Judy Garrick zipping around the Garrick's house. Joan is quietly scrapbooking at the kitchen table and Judy is bored out of her mind. Judy asks Joan if there is anything she can do because she is so unbelievably bored.

Joan responds, very calmly, that she can hear "your brother's boyfriend touching down in the backyard, so why don't you go ask him?"

Judy's face jumps from emotion to emotion as three things are revealed at once. 1) Joan considers Bart to be a son and thus, Judy's brother, 2) Judy's new brother is not straight and 3) Bart has a boyfriend who is in the backyard.

So Judy immediately runs to the backyard and is stunned to bump into Clark (who was there looking for Kon) and then the dream continued on with the two of them hunting down Bart&Kon (who were just at school being normal goddammit!!!) but the entire time Judy is secretly out for blood because she thinks that Joan was referring to Clark and that this adult man is trying to date her new little brother and Judy keeps trying to kill him but it doesn't work because Clark is Kryptonian (and oblivious to the attempted homicides).

Anyway, wild dream all around.

[whatudottu]

More of this fucker, because whenever I want to draw him his proportions change: why are you so difficult to draw Blinkous Galadrigal!

I am physically incapable of drawing a character with four arms without also giving them extra pectorals I do not care that this fucks with Blinky's carving I am upsetti spaghetti!

[fujobritta]

girl trobed doodles

[evidenceof]

saw you were taking winnix prompts! how about [ knuckles ] ? :)

my god, poe. im so sorry this took so goddamn long. the brain refused to brain. still, i hope this moment after The Market Garden Bridge Incident is to your liking!!

one hell of a way to die “You look like shit.”  Dick squints through the flecks of debris, still puffed up in the air and floating down around them. In the monotony of gray dust, he finally spots a familiar smudge of pink lips turned towards him, laughing. “Thanks Nix.” And Dick’s laughing too. Their backs are coated with gravel and Dutch dirt; both of them with their bellies on the ground, laughing across the obliterated bridge. Operation Market Garden is a failure. But Nix is alive beside him—these days, that’s all Dick can find himself wanting.

At the second of detonation, Nix had grabbed Dick’s hand like a prayer, desperate and unmistakable. In the aftermath, that same hand was still wrapped around his. Lying down like this with the remains of the bridge raining down on them like first snow, Nix’s muffled laughter still ringing close by, makes it very difficult for Dick to stand. But he tries.

“C’mon Nix. Sink’ll want us. Gotta get cleaned up.” But Nix can't seem to move and for a moment Dick feels something constrict in his chest. “You hurt, Lew?”

There’s a beat and Nix grips Dick’s hand tighter before he lets go. “Never felt better, Captain Winters.” Whatever knot is tangled inside Dick unravels. He stands, offering his hand back to Nix who doesn’t take it and makes it up on his own. “No showers here though.”

“When are there ever?” The air is thick and it takes some effort to see beyond the tip of his nose but Dick feels Nix beside him anyway. “Just need to wipe all this off.” 

They walk through a throng of bleeding men on stretchers and stalled jeeps, and down an incline by the main road. Being this far along into the Allied advance, Dick finds that the destruction around them has become mundane. Today it’s a bridge, tomorrow it’s a village. Dick slides down the grass, stretching his legs to face the horizon and Nix does the same. Their ODs a dusty and stark white against the green. Dick's waited for this too to become commonplace—Nix finding a place beside him; the idea of becoming a habit to someone like Lewis Nixon.

Dick unwraps a clean bandage, soaking it with water from his canteen. When he uses it to scrub his face, behind the ears, along his neck, he feels Nix watching, still leaning against the grassy incline, unmoving. “Settling for a rugged look?” Dick grins still wiping his nape.

“Gonna take me a bit of effort to do all that.” Nix says it annoyed and sheepish. “Fucked up the hands. You’re gonna have to pour the Vat down my throat from now on.” 

Dick’s eye twitches, ignoring the voice in his head, chastising him for the oversight. He crouches closer until he sees the blood bright against Nix’s skin. When he breathes out, it rattles. Dick wills his own hands steady, slipping his fingers under Nix’s palm, lifting the hand closer into view. The gashes on the back of both his hands aren’t deep; the blood not fully fresh, already crusting over the knuckles and joints of Nix’s fingers. “I can call a medic.” 

“Just douse it with sulfa.” Nix says wincing, peering at the growing concern on Dick’s face. “They’re useless right now but consider this my ricochet on the ankle.”

Dick presses his finger on the side of the gash making sure that the flesh wounds were the extent of it. He leaves Nix’s hands to rest on his palm. His other hand fishes out a sulfa pack that he tears open with his teeth.

“You have a spare bandage?” He asks before he finally looks up at Nix who’s staring at him in muted panic. “Lew, what? You hiding a wound somewhere else?” Dick paws on his torso until Nix wiggles away.

“No, no for chrissakes, Dick. Just my hands. I’m fine. Quit looking at me like I’m dying.” Nix shakes his head, trying to dislodge whatever thought was skirting through his mind. “Bandage’s in my leg pocket.” Dick frowns at him when he plucks out the bandage. The length of it unfurls and he covers the gashes, looping the cloth around Nix’s palms. The adrenaline from the initial panic has all but petered out, and Dick feels his heart ramming against his chest every time he touches Nix’s fingers a second too long. Neither of them speak until both hands are secured.

“I’ll clean you up.” Dick doesn’t know why he offers, only that it seemed more proper that both of them show up with clean faces in front of Sink. 

“Dick c’mon, regiment won’t care.” Nix whines but Dick is already washing off the debris from the his own damp bandage and soaking it again in clean water. “I’ll do it late—“ Dick presses the cloth on Nix’s jaw and he goes still. 

“Just shut up for a second, Lew.” Dick isn’t proud of the way it comes out choked, but he feels a little out of focus being this close. He drags the cloth gently on Nix’s jaw, willing himself to go father down his neck when he catches the thump of Nix’s pulse against his index finger. Dick soaks the cloth again and wraps it between two of his fingers, wiping down on the rest of the skin on Nix’s neck and the soft skin behind his earlobes. Dick wonders if they’re both just breathing very loud or if everything else has gone deathly quiet. He presses the cloth on Nix’s forehead and tries to concentrate on the task when he sees Nix close his eyes and feels him lean into his touch. With the damp cloth wrapped around his index finger, Dick traces down the bridge of Nix’s nose. 

He presses his thumb on the stubble underneath Nix’s bottom lip and braces himself, trying to remove as much of the debris there without getting distracted. But Nix’s lips are so pink, no matter what the circumstance, in a way that has always felt like a personal affront to Dick’s sanity. Now he feels stuck, all but paralyzed when his thumb brushes against Nix’s lips. It feels like forever and a day.

It’s Nix who moves first. His stubble grazes Dick’s knuckles when he shifts his head slowly. The prickly sensation of it is chased down by soft lips trailing closely behind. Nix stops and rests them on Dick’s bare ring finger where he presses down a kiss on the knuckle above. It feels as soft as a bullet, as reverent as worship.

“Thanks,” is what Nix mumbles on Dick’s fingers before he pulls away smiling. “Glad to be alive.” And Dick stares at the back of his hand until he remembers to breathe, until he can hear the army jeeps rumbling around them and the tired grousing of soldiers on the road far ahead. Until the world refocuses around him with Nix at the center. Dick looks at him like it’s a question. One that Nix answers when he doesn’t turn away.

“So am I.”

my winnix kiss prompt drabbles

[how-to-humaning-401]

ori blind forest... ori will of wisps... pritty games... made me cry...

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

putting the nasty in dynasty 🙄

[hiraethminds]

Dead end gas station job, late night shift, caffeine on an empty stomach, insane old people who want to regale their life stories to me, legs hurt, I am the main character of life

[the-kipsabian]

a quick hot guide for people that struggle commenting on fics aka things authors love to hear and youre just over thinking it and its actually really simple to leave comments on stuff!!

key smash/emoji spam/reaction image/etc (it conveys emotions way more than you might think)

drop a line you really liked

say how much you love a ship/character and how happy you are that theres content about them

ALL CAPS ANYTHING

"i liked/loved/enjoyed/whatever it!" its better to say the most basic thing than saying nothing tbh; writers appreciate hearing anything over nothing 💜

"thank you for writing this" its short, sweet, and very powerful

think what kind of feedback you'd personally like to receive on a piece of art you made. try to translate that want into comments you leave for other people too

you dont have to be critical or constructive or anything, even if the author asks for that stuff in their notes. they'll get it from someone else, you just do you

i feel like people make leaving comments too hard on themselves, so really just make it simple. if you really dont come up with anything, just say thank you. youre there reading for some reason, tell the author what it is. fic comments dont need to be book analysis essays (tho those are. incredibly appreciated as well if you want to write one!!), writers publishing their works for free online appreciate any kind of feedback regardless if you consider it good or well written. a comment is a comment

bottom line is, leave comments on fics and other written works. its whats keeping this game alive

[starswirly]

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