#blurbo

[spaceshipben]

split custody or something

Im tryin’ to render again because it’s been.. 2 years i think. I used to render like almost all the time, I’m still trying to learn/relearn idkkk….

[somethingblu3]

i JUST LOVE everything about Matt Murdock. He's my little guy.

[averytiredart1st]

I’ve been obsessed with that moment when Rambley gets pissed about only Lloyd getting a limited edition throwback plush. It’s been my vocal stim for a while.

[boo-its-stress]

So I had a silly little idea about what if Danny was ghost king but he didn’t actually have to be in charge because he is baby. You don’t put a baby in charge you put an adult in charge until baby is ready. Vlad would be the most qualified. But he’s Vlad. So. It needs to be somebody else. Batman. I’m talking about Bruce Wayne. Death touched and not ready to rule the infinite realms in his stead. I’m full of big thoughts on this but instead of organizing them and sharing them I wrote a little Blurbo.

Bruce was on the bat computer writing incident reports on the night’s patrol. It was a quiet night and it looked like everyone might get at least 4 hours of sleep tonight. Well, quiet on the streets of Gotham. The cave was very much not quiet as Tim seemed to have had the stupendous idea to intentionally rile Damian up. Idle hands may be the devil’s playthings but apparently an Idle Tim was more likely to lose all sense of self preservation. He wasn’t too worried yet, he could hear Dick trying to keep the peace which had about 50/50 odds of working.

The sudden silence was the absolute worst thing he could be hearing right now. He spun around in that chair as fast as bathumanly possible and stood up. Prepared to deal with an attempted fratricide. But what he saw froze him in his tracks, though not quite as literally as everything else. Damian was frozen mid leap towards an equally frozen Tim who's laughing face was in the midst of shifting towards regret while Dick was reaching out to catch him. He was instantly on guard for whoever had done this, it would be an unlikely coincidence for him to be the only one (or even one of many) left unfrozen if this was a global event that had nothing to do with him. No this was likely a deliberate act but the question remained if the intent was hostile or not. Not that it really mattered because they froze his boys and he would not be relaxing until that was undone.

He felt a presence above him and threw a batarang even as he was turning to face them. And the batarang passed straight through a floating blue humanoid. A being who radiated an aura of power that was only somewhat ruined by the pendulum clock in their chest and a total lack of concern for the weaponry thrown their way. There was a beat of tense silence before they shifted into the form of a child and gave the impression of raising an eyebrow despite not having any above the unsettling wholly red eyes “Did I catch you at a bad time Bruce? I can come back.” And just like that his guard was up even further. An intruder in the batcave with this kind of power and he knew his name? That could not mean anything remotely good. He was mentally preparing alternative methods of attack should this turn to violence, as most forms of physical attack would be useless depending on what form of phasal shifting that just was.

“Oh there’s no need for any of that Bruce. I’m just here to congratulate you on your ascendancy to Kinghood.” That left him wrongfooted and before he could even muster up a response and begin with any proper Questioning, the being continued. “Well, King Regent at least. The rightful ghost king is still a child and you possess the familial relation necessary to stand in until they’re ready to ascend the throne. Should you choose to refuse this position you have 30 days to find a suitable replacement and contact the high council of the infinite realms with this information.” And just as suddenly as the… Ghost? Just as the possible ghost had appeared, they were gone.

All at once life returned to the world and there was an audible thump as one Robin collided with another. But it was Dick who screamed. For if one were to view things from his perspective, Bruce had teleported from across the room and he thought he was immune to the Batman jump scares now! With Dick and Tim briefly caught up in their own individual terrors it was Damian who noticed something was wrong. He shoved Tim aside with contempt, rising to his feet and dusting himself off as if he felt especially dirty after the physical contact he himself had initiated. “Father? What is it?”

Bruce let out the slightest huff of relief at seeing his boys in motion once more, most wouldn’t notice it at all, but the collection of current and former robins were not most people. They were all at attention, waiting to be told and willing to resort to trickery if he wasn’t in a sharing mood. “Something was in the bat cave.” All three stiffened, knowing this was serious. He returned to the computer to begin a profile on the (man? Ghost? clock?) and also to avoid looking his children in the eye. No need to give away how badly this had shaken him. “They were capable of freezing time selectively. And froze all of you while we spoke. Possibly everyone else. Oracle, is it still 1:27 outside the batcave?”

He could hear rapid fire typing before she replied. “Matches up with the time in Gotham and there’s no noticeable time delay between here and anywhere else on Earth. I’ll have to get back to you on if we fell out of alignment with other planets, but I can tell you there’s no gaps in the footage in the batcave either, it… it looks like you teleported.”

Well that was not comforting news in the slightest. Whoever this was, they were incredibly powerful. Possibly capable of stopping all of time with (hopefully) no consequences. Looks like he might actually have to take what was said seriously. For such a powerful entity would have little reason to lie about such a thing. But could he really? He might have had a few close calls with death but he was still living? His heart was still beating? How could a living man be the reigning king of ghosts? Even as a regent? And regent to who exactly? A child? Is that by human or ghost standards? Bruce seemingly didn’t qualify as a child but would Dick? The ghost had said familial relation which was incredibly vague and unhelpful. Did his adopted children count or was it only Damian? Could it possibly be some distant cousin? He didn’t know and unfortunately he had no leads to speak of. How was he even supposed to contact this High Council of the Infinite Realms? He got the sinking suspicion that was the point. That he wasn’t being given a choice in the matter.

His eldest broke him out of his thoughts with a hand on his shoulder, reading what he’d written before locking eyes with him. “And what exactly did he want to talk about B?”

He couldn’t help the slight downturn of his lips as he answered, “Apparently I’ve been named the Regent King of Ghosts.”

And with the widening of Dick’s eyes and a muffled curse from Tim as he missed a step and collided with a table he couldn’t help thinking he was right. The intruder hadn’t brought anything good.

When he later called Constantine asking if he knew how to contact The High Council of the Infinite Realms and the man promptly swore before hanging up? He was absolutely sure he had found himself tangled up in something that was bound to cause him at least one headache in the near future.

When he found the first green sticky note that appeared between one blink and the next he was ready to have words with whoever put him in this position. He sincerely hoped the King he was playing regent for wasn’t Jason.

[jay-faraway]

[Why not post this sketch I made]

Gangle!! I love her :D

[awkward-fink]

Me: eats pineapple

Also me: is allergic to pineapple

[written-with-wisteria]

YVTFYTVYTVVVYGBYVFYDSAAWAWZR3. TRCFTCTYVVUYBYUBHINIJNJOIMOIKM,,L,PLL

THEM ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[las-almas-border-patrol]

The water fell hot and steamy down onto his shoulders, running down the vastness of his back, gathering to run down further only to drop down his thighs and legs, gathering around his feet before being drained away. Only a few suds were still decorating sun kissed skin, most of it already cleaned. But Rudy didn’t move, his body nearly unnaturally still underneath the spray of water, not making any kind of move to clean the rest of himself.

His forehead is firmly pressed against the tiled wall of his shower, Rudy’s eyes were firmly closed, his lips parted to let the deeply groaning sounds and sighs escape him. His hands were desperately clawing at the wall, trying to find purchase, to hold himself up against the storm. His thighs are trembling, the muscles in his abdomen twitching visibly. Another moan escapes his lungs and with another pulse of white-hot fire dancing from his toes up his spine, he throws his head back, letting the hot and nearly steaming water rain right down onto his face, pinpricks of pleasure-pain hitting him over and over again. But even this, normally relaxing and calming to him, does not help. He is helpless in front of the emotions, of the feelings that well deep in his gut, coiling inside his chest like a burning rope constricting his heart, his soul.

‘Was he enough? Was he still good enough to do his job? Was he a burden now?’

He pounded against the wall, biting his lips to fight the loud mewl wanting to fall from his lips, his Body shaking, seeking and waiting for Something to help. But he had to stay silent, had to be quiet. 'Not another sound, Rudy'. His right leg trembled even more, even without putting any kind of pressure or weight on it, pain shooting through his lower leg and curling around his knee, biting into muscles and ligaments alike. Rudy twitched, his head falling forwards again, mouth open, teeth biting deep into the flesh of his arm to keep the sounds of pain inside.

No one should hear this. No one should know this.

No one could know… There was so much to do, so many people to look after.

[tortured-poets11]

[daddymaster21]

I thought I was immune to the “vampires are hot” movement, but as it turns out, I was very wrong.

This man has a chokehold on me.

[niraff14]

#6 Floral Fantasy - Auraugust 2023

Il Mheg was rather beautiful at night, the flowers seeming to just glow with even more vibrancy than they did during the day. It was easy to sit among the vast fields and just get lost for awhile. Letting the cool night air sway and shift the petals before it swept across your skin.

There was only one real danger in Il Mheg, and no it was not the Fae, well not most of them. There was one in particular that if they caught wind of you being in the area, it could trigger a calamity if you had forgotten to greet them upon arrival.

"Such a heartless thing our sapling is! Cold and cruel and heartless! Here they come to lounge about the flowers and do they even so much as whisper our name? No! Our adorable sapling has much to do if they wish to set things right. They will cheer us up again!" Feo Ul's voice could be heard on the wind.

Yesuntei just sighed and flopped onto her back to stare up at the night sky.

[spaceshipben]

guy

[muddiedlove]

okay okay for my poc girls, gays, and theys.. is it just me or when you find out one of your favs doesn’t date poc ppl irl does it ruin the fantasy or??? like i feel like once i find that out the crush kinda just … dissipates 🤷🏾‍♀️

[360iris]

me abt my blurbos

[agirlwithmagicpals]

New rebooted au sketch dump

[jay-faraway]

Trying out more artstyles ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Drew Walden in the W.W.W artstyle (with some additional features lol)

Pat Pat :]