#cain.

[tamedstray]

think luna should kill and resurrect cain. as a treat.

Cain enthusiastically hands Luna his rifle, while Vigor props up behind her and helps her aim. ❝Always practice kindness and mercy. Aim for the head.❞

[reddevilmcnt]

muse: cain [ demon, a king of hell, has a wolf form. ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front pls! plot: soulmates as a horror concept. trigger warning for heavier themes, extreme kinks, non/dubcon, violence, monsters, etc.

There was no force more ruinous than the moment you locked eyes with your soulmate. It wasn’t destiny----- it was a curse.

"You think I wanted this?" His voice, steady as a steel blade, hid a storm of barely suppressed fury. Beneath the pristine facade of his tailored suit and neatly knotted tie, seething rage pressed against the scarred shell of his battle-hardened form, desperate to break free. He was no stranger to torment----- his life was built on it, forged in the fires of violence and hell. Chaos wasn’t just a means of survival; it was his essence, the fuel that kept his twisted existence burning.

As such, he wasn’t shoving them away out of some unspoken kindness, or a flicker of empathy. No, those feelings were as foreign to him as sunlight in a storm. Empathy was a shadow of a concept, dulled to near extinction in his fractured psyche. This was practicality, a calculated effort to escape the cruel machinations of the fates that had bound them together. This bond wasn’t romantic, wasn’t beautiful. It was a knife to the gut.

Love? That was a word for mortals, for fools who thrived on fragility. He knew lust, the raw, immediate satisfaction of flesh and need. But love? Love was a sickness, a plague that stripped creatures like him of their power, dragging them into the grotesque mediocrity of human longing. He couldn’t afford it. Wouldn’t allow it.

"I am the last thing in existence that could ever make you happy," he spat, words jagged and venomous. "I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for you. And yet, here you are, carving yourself into my thoughts, tearing apart everything I’ve ever known, everything that made sense!"

[wrecksme]

open to : fems .

                   “      i'm      here      'cause      ...      'cause      i      miss      you     .      i      miss      us     .     ”

[kneesbruised]

◝ ' closed for @begsfor :

                   ❝    don't    know    why    you    bother    even    asking    me   ,    if    you're    just    gonna    believe    the    bullshit    they    post ,    anyway   .    ❞

[mg549]

art fight attack for @scrambled-greggs!

[bizarrebazaar13]

what if your doppelgänger wasn’t evil it was just a person. what if your doppelgänger wasn’t trying to replace you it was just trying to learn to be a person and you were the best model it had. what if your doppelgänger looked at you with your eyes and said with your voice that it just wanted to be loved. what then.

[bebs-art-gallery]

Art by Essi Välimäki

[animentality]

[reddevilmcnt]

muse: cain [ a demon king of hell, has a werewolf monster form ] open to: m only pls! muses of color to the front. open to your muse being some form of religious or having abilities. plot: cain becomes obsessed with a mortal who unknowingly carries the image and soul of his long-lost love. corruption and seduction follow.

The Demon King loomed in the rain-soaked chaos, shadows blurring against him as if drawn to his presence. There was no way they didn’t feel it too, that intoxicating pull and quiet call from the darkness inside him reaching for the darkness he sensed deep within them. Familiar in a way that gnarled his ruined heart, bitter and black, and yet fully capable of recognizing theirs as if it had once beaten alongside his own. But he had long since lost touch with the mortal realm, though this one felt so achingly familiar to what he once held dear that the yearning spread like a great inferno beneath his flesh. "I'm sorry," his voice rolled, a silken-smooth murmur, though it cost him everything to keep the hunger from it------- the hunger for what he had lost, for the way their entire being roused his slumbering monster. His blood roared, heat curling low and ravenous. Nonetheless, Cain forced himself to hang in the space between restraint and ruin. Rain hammered harder, soaking their hair, the scent of damp Earth and city air heavy between them. With a dignified grace, he tilted his umbrella above their head, blocking them from the violent downpour while his piercing gaze remained fixed------- searching, burning with the intensity of old memories. Of desire. Of grief. "I didn’t mean to frighten you," he added, voice tenderly radiating heat. "I find myself…lost in more ways than one. Do you know this city well enough to guide a stranger through the storm?" Though his tones remained steady, the frosted blue of his eyes pulsed with an ancient, infernal power. He wasn't lost; he'd found something, or someone, and the revelation set him ablaze.

[ochibrochi]

america's sweetheart olympian 🥇

[kneesbruised]

◝ ' closed for @fairyridden :

                   ❝    are    you    seriously    upset    right    now    ?    i    mean    ―    what    did    you    expect    ?    i    can't    just    drop    everything    for    you   .    ❞

[fleshia]

“ perverts “ — filet crochet by me

[ultimate-marysue]

It's raining nonstop where I am so I'm just picturing the Batfam during a flood.

Red Robin uploads a TikTok from the safety of a roof saying "watch him go!" As Red Hood keeps trying to drive his bike against the current. A big wave comes by and he's slowly dragged downhill. The caption reads "don't drive during floods".

Batman and Robin are on the ground helping civilians out of cars when the intensity doubles and in minutes Damian goes from wading knee deep in the water to swimming. The emergency batfloaties get triggered and he floats away as Bruce fails to grab him by half an inch. "Robin serenely drifting in the current" becomes a meme.

Someone takes a picture of a very flustered spoiler trying to squeeze the water out of her cape. The second she lets go the weight of the water makes her fall ass over backwards. Black Bat ends up giving her her waterproof cape.

Signal makes mirages of sharks in the water to scare the shit out of any criminals. Oracle uploads the recordings with Benny hill as background music. Bludhaven escapes the worst of the storm and Nightwing sends pictures to the group chat patting the barely wet concrete just to rub it in. He still slips on a puddle and eats shit, Barbara sends that to the group chat.

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

multilingual batkids. they learn each others languages so they can mix and match. for example:

tim in french: have you figured out how we’re gonna tell b we’re not going to that gala yet?

damian in arabic: no i thought that was thomas’ job?

duke french: me? no jason said he’d do something

jason in arabic: hey don’t drag me into this!

dick in romani: i’m gonna kill him i really i am

steph in russian: who are we killing?

dick in english: ah! nobody! wait i didn’t know you spoke romani

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason in english: wait my greek is rusty say it again slowly

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason: …. you motherfucker

cass signing: nice drawing

damian in chinese: thank you

dick yelling at bruce about something he did

jason in spanish: what language is he speaking right now?

tim also in spanish: uh all of them i think

jason: does bruce even know-

tim: no he doesn’t

[fallen-jpg]

it's december so time to stare at my art output for the year!!!

picked out some stuff that i'm ok with. wish i had more art to show but im trying to let it go since i was gone for 4 months this year. here's hoping for more drawing time next year