#can be seen as platonic or romantic

[logan-the-artist]

logan comforting virgil after a particularly bad anxiety attack

[karoochui]

Uururggrgh i have plans that icannot share withyou right now (i have the bare bones of an idea and nothing more)

[noble-crimson]

”I don’t want anybody to feel like that…” (Part 6)

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Caine may be AI, but he’s still trying his best too, okay?? 😤✨ And Bubble is….Bubble. Not a single iota of emotion behind those shiny eyes. 😂

All that’s left is the finale piece, and it’s a big one so it may take me a while. (Also lowkey might save it for TADC’s one year anniversary 👁️👁️)

Part 5 (Kinger)

Part 4 (Zooble)

Part 3 (Gangle)

Part 2 (Ragatha)

Part 1 (Jax)

[kdrawsstuff]

My friend requested I draw this and I love it!! It was a pain, but it worked out. Sebastian and pAInter are adorable!! I am secretly pAInter’s #1 fan I swear.

Id say more but my brain hatch has like 2 flies and a penny inside.

[asleep-kat]

Love you!

[bambooswordwielder]

Au where Shen Jiu wasn't left all alone at the Qiu Household.

Where even if Qi-Ge abandoned him, there was this one younger servant who would always hide him when Qiu Jianluo was hunting him down.

A younger boy who always knew when he was injured and would bandage them despite how many curses came from Shen Jiu's mouth.

A young boy who never left Shen Jiu alone, no matter how sharp his thorns were.

A younger boy who bared a striking resemblance to him, not enough for anyone to believe they were related, but just close enough that it made even Shen Jiu look twice.

A younger boy who seemed to always know what was going to happen, telling Shen Jiu one particularly random night to pack everything he valued and to run into the night away from the Qiu Household.

Shen Jiu agreed and so he took this younger servant by the arm and dragged him away, listening to this boy not to follow the strange rogue cultivator and to instead go to the prestigious sect of Cang Qiong.

Shen Jiu reluctantly agreed and so he went there, showcasing his determination and being accepted in as he showed his prodigal skills. When the peaklord of Qing Jing met him, Shen Jiu made it loud and clear.

"I will not join without him."

The peaklord glanced at the pale and bland looking boy next to the prodigy he had just found. Why would such a prodigy risk not joining Cang Qiong just for such a person? The boy wasn't particularly strong, thin and lanky in ways even concubines wouldn't wish for, and the paleness the boy had made him look sickly than appealing to the eyes.

"Who is he?" The Peaklord asked, an eyebrow raised as he narrowed his gaze.

The prodigy named Shen Jiu narrowed his gaze in return.

"His name is A-Yuan, and he is all I need."

[lavender-menace-420]

Fun little art based off a post i saw ages ago and can barely remember. Basically the idea that Tim made a stupid doodle of Sasha pre-Not Them on a post-it and stuck it to his laptop, and he never knew why he kept it until after he found out what happened to her and realized he would never know what she actually looked like beyond that drawing :)

[rosdevw2]

here's something I don't feel like finishing

[zaanesshaardz]

that one scene from the newest episode xd

i mean, at least scar got his wish to be able to punch ppl a buncha blocks away!!!!

[maxphilippa]

overstimulation, neurodivergency, and aid.

[twisted-bunkbot772]

Edit: forgot to show the other doodles

[pastasilly]

aauughhg being pulled back into the sonic fandom holy toledo

[evelynismahnameboi]

I ran to my Tablet immediately!

Based off of this

[noble-crimson]

“I don’t want anybody to feel like that….” (Part 3)

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Ya’ll voted for Gangle, so here she is! For being a pile of ribbons and a mask, she is surprisingly tough to draw! 🙃

Part 2 (Ragatha)

Part 1 (Jax)

[logan-the-artist]

i’ve done Logan comforting Virgil, but i think Logan deserves some comfort on especially bad days too.

[dinodaweeb]

LIES, SPIES, AND HOT GUYS |

Gn!Detective!Reader x Batman

summary: as a detective you make sure you prioritize Bruce Wayne’s safety but he assures you he doesn’t need it, prick.

You never expected to find yourself at one of Gotham's most glamorous events—a gala at Wayne Manor. Awkward and out of place, you struggle to fit in among Gotham's elite.

The moment you stepped into Wayne Manor, you felt like a fish out of water. The grand chandeliers, the polished marble floors, and the glittering gowns of Gotham's elite were a far cry from the gritty crime scenes and dimly lit precincts you were used to.

Far different. The air felt too expensive to breathe.

Why had you even agreed to this?

Oh right, the Commissioner insisted on having "a few of Gotham's finest" at the event, just in case. And with your gruff demeanor and awkward social skills, you had drawn the short straw.

Awkwardly, you stood near a large ornate column, sipping a glass of water and trying to avoid eye contact with the crowd. Despite the suit and tie—or, in their case, a somewhat ill-fitting tuxedo—they felt utterly out of place. The pants felt too tight around your rear and you got this done at the shop. How could they screw that up?

Your eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, searching for anything—or anyone—out of the ordinary.

Just as you were beginning to try to relax, you spotted a group of familiar faces. The Wayne kids—Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and a few others—stood near the large windows, looking far too at ease in the luxurious setting.

Summoning a bit of courage, you approached them. After all, if they were going to be stuck here, they might as well make some polite conversation.

"Grayson, Drake," You greeted with a nod, trying to sound casual but polite.

Dick smiled brightly. "Detective! Didn't expect to see you here!"

"Yeah, well… duty calls, I wasn’t exactly invited by you but..” You muttered, feeling a bit more self-conscious than you intended. Tim gave a small nod of acknowledgment, while Damian looked as uninterested as ever.

Why do you even try at this.

Before the conversation could go further, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Detective, welcome to Wayne Manor."

You turned to see Bruce Wayne approaching, his signature charming smile firmly in place. The billionaire looked every bit the part, effortlessly exuding wealth and charisma.

His looks lived up to the legend, pretty punk.

"Mr. Wayne," You greeted, doing their best to mask their awkwardness. Which probably failed. "Thanks for having me.”

"Of course. I always appreciate Gotham's finest keeping an eye on things," Bruce replied, his tone friendly yet distant. There was a glint in his eyes, something that set you on edge. Before they could respond, Bruce offered another smile, then excused himself, moving on to mingle with other guests.

You watched him go, your brows furrowing. Something about Bruce seemed… off. But before you could dwell on it, your attention snapped back to the task at hand: scanning the room for any potential threats.

As the evening wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. You kept a close eye on Bruce from across the room, noting how the billionaire seemed to glide through the crowd effortlessly, charming everyone he spoke to. But that nagging feeling in the back of your mind wouldn't go away.

And then it happened.

A loud crash echoed through the grand hall, followed by the panicked screams of guests. The doors burst open, and a group of armed robbers stormed in, weapons raised. Chaos erupted as people dove for cover, and the orchestra’s music was abruptly silenced.

"Everyone down! Now!" one of the robbers shouted, firing a warning shot into the ceiling.

Instinctively, you reached for their gun, but the crowd's panic made it impossible to get a clear shot. People were scrambling, pushing, and shouting. In the confusion, you caught sight of Bruce Wayne, who had been near the doors moments before. Now, he was nowhere to be seen.

Damn it!

You pushed through the crowd, your focus entirely on finding Bruce. If something happened to Gotham's golden boy on your watch, you would never forgive yourself.

Thankfully, you managed to slip away from the main hall, only to find Bruce backing into a nearby room, the door clicking shut just as you reached it. They shoved the door open and rushed inside, finding Bruce standing calmly by the window, looking far too composed for someone who was supposed to be terrified.

His fingers twitched when he heard the door open though, so maybe he was alarmed. You couldn’t blame him, it was a scary situation for anyone.

"Mr. Wayne, are you alright?" You panted, closing the door behind them and locking it.

Bruce turned to face them, an almost amused expression on his face. "I’m fine, Detective."

"Good. Stay here," You ordered, pulling out their gun and moving to stand between Bruce and the door. "I’ll handle this."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "That won’t be necessary."

You frowned. "What do you mean it won’t be necessary? There are armed robbers out there! You need to stay put, or you could get hurt."

"I assure you, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself," Bruce said, his tone calm and almost… teasing.

The detective’s frustration flared. Here you were, trying to protect this man, and he was acting like it was no big deal. "Look, I get that you’re used to getting your way, but right now, you need to let me do my job!"

Bruce’s eyes narrowed slightly, the playful glint fading. "And what if I told you that I could handle this situation better than you think?"

You were about to snap back, but the words died in their throat as they realized what Bruce was implying. "You’re not seriously thinking about playing hero, are you? This is my duty.”

Marching up to him, you poked your finger repeatedly into his chest.

“I’m here to protect you, Mr. Wayne.”

Before Bruce could respond, a loud bang echoed from the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the door. With precision, you pulled Bruce by the waist and forced him behind you. You stiffened, turning their full attention to the door. "Stay behind me."

"Detective—"

"I said stay behind me!" You hissed, cutting Bruce off as you aimed your gun at the door. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins.

The door burst open, and you were ready to fire, but the figure that entered the room made them hesitate. It was Nightwing.

"Hold your fire!" Nightwing ordered, raising his hands as he stepped inside.

You lowered their weapon, exhaling a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?"

Nightwing glanced at Bruce, then back at you. A cheeky glint in his eyes. "I’m here to get him out of here.”

"Wait, you know him?" You asked, confused.

Nightwing’s lips curled into a half-smile. "You could say that."

Bruce stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Thank you for your concern, Detective, but I’ll be safe with him."

You opened their mouth to argue, but the calm, assured look in Bruce’s eyes stopped them. For some reason, you believed him—despite how absurd it all seemed.

But did you seriously suck that much at your job that he felt safer with masked vigilante than a GCPD officer? You felt your pride shatter.

With a bitter taste in your mouth and the slightest pout on your lips, you nodded. Giving Bruce a pat on the back.

Nightwing took Bruce by the arm, guiding him toward the door. "Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe."

You watched them go, their mind racing. None of this made sense. Why would Nightwing, of all people, be protecting Bruce Wayne? And why did Bruce seem so… unconcerned?

As the door closed behind them, You finally allowed yourself to breathe. The realization hit you like a freight train: Batman was out there, hunting these criminals, and Bruce Wayne was likely his next target.

"Idiot," You muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "Of course, Batman would want to protect him."

Then you felt your heart sink.

“Or harm him.”

But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Bruce Wayne than met the eye. Something you couldn’t quite put you're finger on.

As you exited the room, ready to join the fight outside, you couldn’t help but wonder: Just who exactly was Bruce Wayne? And why did they feel like they were in way over their head?

One thing was for sure: you were going to find out.

And when you did, you had a feeling it would change everything.

Red Hood stopped your inner monologue. “Yo, Hey, Dude— C’mon. Snap out of it.”

You blinked, your eyes reaching up.

“Now, are you going to stand there looking like a rookie, or are you going to help me with these goons?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, turning to see Red Hood leaning casually against the doorframe, his helmet tilted slightly as if amused by your daze. You cursed inwardly—first Nightwing, now Red Hood. How many of Gotham’s vigilantes were going to show up tonight?

“You’re here too?” you asked, exasperated.

“Yeah, and lucky for you. Looks like you could use the backup,”

Red Hood quipped, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. “Now, are we gonna take these guys down, or do you need a minute to process whatever conspiracy theories you’re cooking up?”

You shot him a glare but nodded. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Red Hood grinned beneath his helmet, drawing his guns. “Hell yeah.”

a/n: guys, asks r open :3 I wanna write more for my boysss 🫶😔 (no cursed shit plz)