#but me too stink

[eddiesghxst]

i think eddie was the type of person that knocks out the second he gets back home from school and wakes up like 8 hours later in the middle of the night with a stupid amount of energy

[choccy-milky]

scenes from my fic but make it ghibli 🌟

[deadsetobsessions]

There’s a child wandering the streets of Crime Alley. Unfortunately, this is nothing new for the area, riddled with crime and homelessness as it is. However, Red Hood and Nightwing are vigilantes and helping lost looking children is firmly in their job description. Plus, Crime Alley is Red Hood’s. He protects what’s his. With a single shared look, the brothers swung down to the child clad in just a white dress and some thin flats completely unsuitable for Gotham’s worsening weather. Hell it’s be unsuitable for the general poor weather.

“Hey, kiddo.”

The girl’s head swung to lock gazes with the duo, eyes blinking blue- and green? Red Hood allowed his brother- he worked so hard to beat down the pit madness in order for Nightwing to even remain near- to take the lead.

“Oh. There you are.” She said, turning to face them fully. The kid’s face filled with relief.

Nightwing blinked.

“You were looking for us?” His soft voice saved for children firmed into something more serious, more concerned.

“Mmhm. I was looking for Red Hood, but you’re a good bonus.”

“And why were you looking for me, kid?” Red Hood interjects. He knows Dickolas is clocking the same things he is: the kid’s white whispy hair, pale face, and… Lazarus green eyes? It’s more solid now, that she’s looking at Jason.

Dick straightened, eyes going heavy as he looks at this wisp of a girl. He’s fiercely protective of Jason and they’re both equally wary of the League of Assassins. Still, the two of them couldn’t help but let their guard down a bit because this was still a child they’re talking to.

“Because… um. Did you know you’ve died?”

Hood stiffened, hand going towards his guns. Granted, they’re rubber bullets, but the kid clocks that immediately. She threw her hands up in the universal gesture of “I’m unarmed and mean no harm.”

“I- well, to put it frankly, you kind of… stink?”

“What.”

“Ugh, I’m totally messing this up!”

“Why don’t you start again?” Dick said, shifting into a subtler fighting stance. He kept his voice light, but Jason saw the way his hands inched towards the scrims sticks. Distantly, Jason thought it was hilarious that this tiny kid could evoke that kind of response. Looking into Lazarus green eyes though, he couldn’t find the humor anywhere. The worst thing, though, is that the pit quieted. The rage the bubbled incessantly underneath his skin calmed. Jason did not like feeling bereft of the rage, not when he didn’t know why it was gone. He had just gained control of it, minimally, and to have that control be unnecessary left the vigilantes off kilter.

“Right, okay, sorry. Um, did you, uh, die and wake up surrounded by glowing green stuff?”

Before Jason could reply ‘yes, and why the hell do you know that?’, the kid continued with, “Because me too!”

She did jazz hands as Jason’s and Dick’s brains short circuited. Jason thought he even heard a little “yay!”

“What.” Jason sputtered out. His stomach and heart clenched as he thought about how young the kid looked. Fuck.

“Yeah. So, anyways-”

“Don’t speed past that like you didn’t say what you just said!” Dick interrupted, hand tugging at his hair in distress. His body language slipped from battle ready to extremely distressed. “You died?”

“You were- you were dipped in the Lazarus pits?!” Jason felt the need to address that specific point.

“I mean, it’s not that important? The important thing is- wait, what’s a Lazarus pit?”

Jason froze again. She didn’t know what they were?

“It’s… the glowing green stuff.” Dick answered her.

“Oh. Is that what you were dipped in?” She tilted her head at Jason. He nodded, wariness climbing. “Oh. Well, I mean, that’s not we call it. But the stuff you were dipped in, it’s rank. Contaminated.”

Jason thinks back to the burning, drowning green. The agony he felt as it slipped into his mouth and nose and his very being.

“It was bubbling.” He said. The girl grimaced. Jason had no idea why he was being so honest with this kid.

“Gross. Anyways, I can, like, help you with that?”

“With what?” Dick asked, eyes darting from the girl to Jason.

The girl groaned. “Okay, so I guess you guys are kind of new. Uh, the contaminated green stuff,” she points at Jason’s chest. “That’s making you angry, right? Leaving you in the backseat of your head as your body breaks whatever got you angry to begin with and you have no control over it?”

“…The pit madness.” Jason mumbled, feeling numb. “Yeah.”

“…Right. I can help you clear that out,” she pauses, fidgeting. “If… If you help me talk to Batman? It’s kind of… urgent.”

“Batman?”

“Why?”

“Uh. There’s kind of… a whole mad scientist thing going on and like… experimentation and dissections… you know?” The kid waved her arms around, distressed.

Dick and Jason unfortunately did know.

“Cave?” Jason grumbled.

“Cave.”

“Okay, we’ll bring you to the cave. Then you tell us everything.”

“Really?”

She looked up at them hopefully, and Jason could see the moment Dickolas melted. Not that Jason could say anything, since he was already taking off his jacket and bundling the kid in it.

“Um.”

“Who the hell let you walk around Gotham like that?” He scowled down at her, not that she could see it with the red helmet in the way. Dick looked at him carefully, eyes roving over the oddly relaxed state his little wing was in.

The kid shrugged. Jason sighs.

“What’s your name?” Dick asked. Scooping her up, the blue and black clad raised his free arm to grapple away. Jason follows him, heading towards the motorcycles they’ve got parked nearby.

“Dani. With an I.”

“Nice to meet you, Dani. I’m Nightwing. This is my… this is Red Hood.”

“Okay. Cool.”



[keii]

no sense of personal space

[novasintheroom]

The first time Vash calls you ‘baby,’ it’s too soft to hear.

He does it when you aren’t looking, too distracted by the notebook in your lap. You’re looking beautiful in the morning sunlight, and, he doesn’t know, it just hits him to call you it.

It’s a whisper. A hint of a word. It rolls in his mouth like a marble, smooth and warm. He’s afraid to spit it out. Instead, his lips meet twice, a formation of what he wants to say: Baby.

You don’t see it. Definitely don’t hear it. He clears his throat and goes on to ask what he meant to: “Do you want jerky or a granola bar for breakfast?" To that, you respond with a hum and an answer, missing the way he grimaces at his own cowardice.

[sasoxichomoshi]

he's a hero. he's a gentleman. he's also a little guy.

i invited a frend to an art trade and they asked me to draw clementine for them but like i didnt know the game so he explained it to me and it went like this

frend: so there's this game that you play as a stray cat

me: cool

frend: there's also a revolutionary robot girl fighting cops and status quo

me: KEEP TALKING

anyways clementine did nothing wrong. ever.

[sewerzombie]

NO reason for sweat to smell as good as it does. NO reason.

[honkshoo-zzz]

sweaty texan man seduces pompous frenchman

[some-pers0n]

Hate it so much when the mental issues bleed out into the rest of the body. It'd be one thing y'know if I only had to worry about my brain being weird but instead it's gonna create other issues. Like why's my brain being scared of some random, completely fabricated hypothetical situation mean that now I'm afflicted with the symptoms of pneumonia

[k9punkout]

in reference to this poll that urak won

[sergle]

FALLS TO MY HANDS AND KNEES ALL MY PRE-OP VITAMINS SMELL LIKE BUTT AND ASS

[burningfunobject]

I hate heimerdinger

Idc abt jayce hate or caitlyn hate. We are losing focus of the true enemy

THIS RAT FACE BASTARD

I hate everything about him

The way he walks, the way he's so fuckuing incompetent, the way he's just casually classist, the way he's so oblivious to the world around him, the way he goes on and on about being a scientist and then does jackshit, the way he starts mourning viktor before he's even dead, the way he slurped that fucking tea made me violent, the way a like 17 year old had to teach him that poor people deserve to feel happy too, the way he allowed zaun to get like that in the first place, the way he's like 300 and acts like a literal child, his dumb ahh mustache, he looks like one of those old trolls dolls, his eyes creep me out, hus ears too, the way he's literally the worst character INCLUDING Marcus and fin and hoskel

GOD I HATE HIM

I hate the fact I'm supposed to feel bad for him when something goes wrong because of his FUCKING INCOMPETENCE. Like omg you didn't do your job properly for like 200 years and you get kicked out that is sooooooo sad

Ekko is the only good thing about seeing him

Pretty sure he just got rid of his poro like where tf did it go??

I want to kick him, hard

Watch him go flying

Hope he suffers with the weird orb hextech thingy

Not ekko tho

Ekko is great

[ducktracy]

Here's an animatic-to-final of some boards from Dr. Smart Science! To say this one put hair on my chest as an artist is QUITE the understatement. I could not be more proud of our crew and how this one came out. How cool is it that we get to make cartoons as crazy and just plain fun!! I don't take it for granted one bit.

[rainbow-wolf120]

Season 2 is looking great so far

And this is real I’m Ubisoft

Original image by the talented @katiekatdragon27 <3

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: Cincy Bookstore Crawl Haul!

I have spent the past thirty (30) hours whirlwinding through ten (10!!!) indie bookstores in the Greater Cincinnati Area, and I had such a great time!! I told myself I was allowed to purchase Up To One (1) book at every store, which I actually mostly stuck to--I did get two used books at the Friends of the Public Library (INVISIBLE MAN and BLACK LEOPARD, RED WOLF), because those were each $3 (so I figured it hardly counted), and two at Downbound (beloved), but one is a gift so it also doesn't really count thanks :)

Please witness: The Haul, plus bookmarks from every store (except the Friends of the Public Library and iNK).

[lucaanis]

this being quiet thing is harder than i thought