#did I read the manga? no

[angiemaxime]

two pretty best friends

[brainrotlesbian]

Tongues and Teeth

CW: cannibalism, body horror, gore

The sound of the battle raging overhead was muted and far away; the sewers really were a good place to hide. But that’s not why Hide was there. He heard the frantic muttering from a distance. It was him; he had to go investigate. As he approached the source of the muttering, he heard the scuttling of thousands of tiny insect legs, and he shuddered.

“Ken?” he whispered harshly, unsure of what he planned to do upon seeing his friend again. “Ken, where are you?”

He heard a harsh growling beyond a corner, and more scuttling. Then he heard the muttering again.

“Gotta… gotta protect them.” The voice was that of Kaneki, but… not, at the same time. It sounded like two or more people were speaking at the same time, the second voice scratchy and discordant. “Can’t let them… know…”

“Ken?” Hide rounded the corner, stopping when he saw his friend. Or, someone who used to be his friend. He silently took in the sight of this twisted, tortured man, unsure if he had been noticed.

Every movement Kaneki made caused loud cracking to echo down the sewer, his metamorphosed lower half resembling that of a giant centipede. A scythe-shaped carapace protruded from his face, covering his eyes, partially shrouded by snow-white hair. What happened to him?

“… Ken?” He reached for him, slowly.

He started, turning to face Hide, and froze.

“N—no. Get… get away from me!” Kaneki batted his hand away, backing away frantically while panting and breathing heavily. “You can’t be here!”

“I’m here to help,” he said, raising his arms to show non-aggression. “I know how to help you, if you’ll let me.”

Kaneki let out a wail, his nails tearing through the skin on his chest and arms as he curled in on himself. “No! No, no, you can’t… I can’t protect you… you need to leave!”

Hide lowered his gaze. “That shouldn’t be your responsibility,” he said. “I can take care of myself.” He grasped Kaneki’s hands in his own. “I’m here for you, Ken.”

“No, you can’t! Pl—please, just go. It’s better for both of us.”

He sighed, letting his hands go. “I know you’re a ghoul now, Ken,” he said. “And I don’t know how that happened, but… I’m here to help.” He held out his hands, palms up. “Whatever it takes.”

Kaneki blinked, his left eye changing so the sclera turned black and his iris was blood red. A ghoul eye, but Hide wasn’t surprised. He’d known almost the entire time. Kaneki seemed to study him, gauging his response, but Hide wasn’t scared.

“I know what you need,” Hide whispered. “You need… me. You need my body; my flesh. You can take it. I want— I need to help you.”

He stares for a moment, his lips slightly agape, and his eyes hungry. Starved, even. He moved quickly, grabbing Hide’s waist and pulling him into a kiss. Both young men closed their eyes, quickly allowing themselves to melt into the intimacy of being so close. But Kaneki was starved, and Hide had given permission…

He started small, biting into Hide’s bottom lip, relishing in the taste as blood began trickling into his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself after he’d gotten that first taste. Hide stifled a pained cry as he took another bite, tearing at his flesh and ripping a chunk out of his chin. Kaneki continued kissing and biting, tearing away at the skin and muscles. It hurt like hell, but as long as it would help him, it was ok with Hide.

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Clarity hit Kaneki suddenly, while he was in the middle of… eating? It didn’t taste like a ghoul. No, this one was delicious, and familiar, somehow. He blinked, feeling the blood dripping from his chin and hands, then looked down. Hide, in his arms, eyes half-open, and his face mutilated—completely torn apart. His breathing was raspy, but even. He didn’t say anything, although looking down to the bloody mess of sinew and muscle that used to be his throat, he probably couldn’t anymore. He dropped him in shock, the taste of his flesh still fresh on his tongue.

“… what… happened?” he groaned, staring in horror as Hide lay on the sewer floor, lifeless except for his slow breathing.

Hide… had found him? Had seen him like this? Had… had… not run? And had obviously suffered the consequences. The world tilted, until he placed his palm against the wall to stabilize himself.

“Hide?” He knelt next to him, slipping his hands under his shoulders. “Oh my god… Hide, what have I done?!”

Hide’s eyes opened, looking softly into Kaneki’s face. There was no hatred, no malice. Only a little pain. His hand reached up to touch Kaneki’s cheek, his thumb softly stroking his skin. He wasn’t mad?

“Hide, I’m… so sorry,” he whispered, cradling his head gently. “I’ll… I can fix this.”

He shook his head sadly. There was no “fixing it.” What had happened was irreversible. And they both had to live with that. Kaneki lowered his head in defeat. Everything he had done to protect the ones he loved, and he was the one to hurt Hide like this.

He was a failure.

[originalartblog]

Someone's last crush didn't live up to the hype 😬

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[doodlefox2]

good girl

[corkinavoid]

Thank you, @aceinacorner, for this gem:

You are the inspiration for

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 3]

[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]

Duke narrows his eyes.

He swears Tim was not in the Cave just five seconds ago, and yet, in the brief moment when Duke wasn't looking, he just materialized out of motherfucking aether. Smelling like Chinese food and holding a chicken skewer that looks so good that Duke's mouth waters.

"Can I have a piece?" He asks, the divine smell of food overriding the urge to ask 'where did you get it' or 'how did you get here'.

Tim nods, smiles, and hands Duke the whole skewer before going for the elevator.

Is it Duke's hallucination, or is he really humming something as he goes?.. Actually, that doesn't matter. The chicken tastes even better than it smells, and Duke is perfectly willing to keep his mouth shut in exchange for food.

You don't talk with your mouth full, after all.

~☆~

Cass watches Tim over the table. She hasn't heard him coming into the dinner room - no steps in the hall, no rustle of clothing or breathing. It's like the boy has somehow appeared right in front of the door out of nowhere before entering.

What's more, he seems obviously not hungry, picking at his food with an absent, if a bit dreamy, expression. Granted, Tim always picks at his food, but Cass can see the difference between 'Tim's mind is busy with a new case and therefore too distracted to eat' and 'Tim already had dinner elsewhere and is too full to eat now'.

The bags under his eyes are also not as dark as they usually are. Come to think of it, Cass hasn't seen him in a bad mood for a few weeks now, which shouldn't really be that strange, but it's Tim. The smallest of inconveniences can put him in a bad mood.

Tim notices her looking and raises an eyebrow.

Cass blinks and goes back to her plate. Whatever is keeping her brother happy, it deserves her full approval.

~☆~

Jason is... not so sure as to what is happening.

He did notice that Tim was really chill lately, but this is going a bit overboard.

"Did you spike it with arsenic, Replacement?" He asks, suspiciously looking the offered cup of coffee over without taking it. Tim - surprisingly, actually - doesn't react to the nickname in the slightest, instead giving Jason a deadpan look. Then, he brings the cup up to his mouth, takes a sip, and hands it back again.

Okay, well, that proves no arsenic, at least. It's still very weird. Tim doesn't just buy coffee for people, and he especially doesn't buy coffee for Jason.

"Am I going to owe you something for it, or what?" He asks, slowly reaching for the cup. Tim sighs.

"No. It's just a drink - my boyfriend loves it, and I think you'd like it as well," he explains with a shrug, and Jason is honestly too befuddled to ask about anything. Including the boyfriend part.

No, but since when does Timbers have a boyfriend? He sure hadn't mentioned anything about it to any of the others.

The drink turns out to be not coffee but something else, tangy and thick, and when Jason takes the lid off, it's green like Mountain Dew.

It does taste great, though, and later Jason considers asking Tim for another one. He hadn't had anything better in ages.

~☆~

Damian strikes through the last one of the training holograms, breathing heavily. And yet, just as the 'simulation complete' message pops up in the air, he hears a step behind him.

He turns around faster than a lightning, and-

Finds Timothy's neck at the tip of his katana, with his hands up in surrender.

"What are you doing here?" Damian sneers, lowering his weapon, and Tim swallows. Not because of surprise or fear, though, he clearly had some half chewed up food in his mouth.

"Inaccurate drop off," he says, looking Damian straight in the eyes, "I was aiming for the main floor."

He smells of Indian food and spices, and Damian almost sneezes.

"What do you mean 'aiming'?" He demands, but Drake just waves him off, heading towards the elevator up.

"No worries, I'll do better next time," he shoots a smile over his shoulder, "See you on patrol!" And with that, the elevator doors close after him, leaving Damian alone.

Drake has always been strange, but this is too much even for him.

Not that it's Damian's business. He huffs and starts the simulation over again.

~☆~

If Dick didn't witness it with his own two eyes, he would have never believed it. Alas, he did, and even though the swirling green vortex has already disappeared like it was never there, Tim, whom the strange portal just spat out on the floor of the Cave, is still here.

"What the fuck was that?" He nearly yells, and Tim looks up, a face of perfect innocence.

"What was what?" He returns the question, and Dick can't find the words to explain, so he just wildly gestures to the place where the portal has been less than five seconds ago. Tim blinks, "Oh, that. That was my date."

Dick chokes on his breath.

"Your date?" He parrots, hoarse and breathless, and Tim nods, like there's not a single thing wrong with anything that has just happened. "Since when do you go on dates? Wait, I thought you were engaged, you said it was cheating to date anyone else, even if you didn't know the spouse, you said-" he cuts himself off, feeling his own face slowly falling and his stomach sinking down in horror. "No. No, don't tell me."

But the shit-eating grin on Tim's face is already proof enough.

Dick clears his throat. Takes a deep breath.

Seeing that Tim is still in one piece, and, well, that he did just casually come out of a magic portal in the middle of the Cave, it's probably safe to say that it's not the first time.

And, judging by the mirth in Tim's grin, it's also safe to say he's been rather enjoying it.

Dick releases one long, loud breath and forces a smile on his face as well.

"So, how is it?" He asks, trying in vain to sound light-hearted, not suspicious. Tim's smile gets wider, and there's a glint of excitement in his eyes now, which Dick considers a good thing, all in all.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

~☆~

Bonus Scene (that somehow turned out longer than I planned)

~☆~

"Where's Tim?" Bruce asks when all the rest of his kids are already seated around the table for breakfast.

"At Danny's, probably," Steph shrugs before digging into the waffles on her plate. Bruce frowns.

"Danny's?" He asks. He hasn't heard that name before. Is that a friend of Tim's?

"Drake's paramour," Damian clarifies, not bothering to look up from his own food, and Bruce's mind comes to a screeching halt. He blinks stupidly, looking around the table and sincerely hoping it is some sort of a prank, but Cass smiles and nods, and Dick has an expression of pure exhaustion on his face, and Duke is huffing a snort of laughter at him for it.

"Since when-" Bruce starts, but he is suddenly cut off by a glowing circle that appears just a few feet away from them all.

It grows quickly, morphing into a vortex, a green and ominous tear in reality big enough for a person to walk through, hanging in the air a few inches over the ground. The space around it feels staticky somehow, and the color is too bright to look at directly, and it definitely doesn't belong to their dining room. But before Bruce is able to say another word or do anything at all, Tim steps out of it, his hair and clothes ruffled.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters upon seeing them all, and turns around, sticking his head into the vortex just as it starts to close. The vortex pauses.

Bruce is almost too stunned to move.

His kids don't share the sentiment, though, most of them not paying the portal any attention at all. Bruce would have reprimanded them for the poor awareness of their surroundings if he didn't notice how Damian simply glanced up at it before going back to his food.

They saw the portal. They just didn't deem it dangerous. For some reason.

Tim's face comes back out, and he turns to Bruce. His expression looks different than before: a bit smug, a little mischievous, and just a tad bit nervous.

Then, another head pops up through the surface of the portal. A boy - or at least they look like a boy - with snow white hair that floats in the air and bright, almost neon blue eyes. His skin is far too pale for him to be human, and- he has freckles that look like constellations.

For some reason, that's the part that makes Bruce finally resign to the fact that this is just how his life is. With breakfasts interrupted by green portals and otherworldly boyfriends - because who else might it be, really - before he even had his morning coffee.

"Hi!" Said otherworldly boyfriend grins and waves his hand. "I'm Danny, Tim's fiance," he introduces himself, and Bruce conjures the last scraps of his scattered mind to smile and nod back.

"Good morning, Danny. I'm Bruce." He has no idea what else to say; it seems like a bit late for shovel talk, but a bit early for welcoming speech.

"Would Young Master Danny care to join us for breakfast?" Alfred's calm, but still slightly amused voice comes from the door. Bruce turns to look at the butler with a sense of exasperation - is he really the last one to learn anything in this house? - but the man seems... well, not surprised, at least not on the surface. But his grip on the pitcher of orange juice is just a little too tense for him to have been in the know all along.

Danny turns to him and smiles nicely - his teeth are also way too sharp for a human - before shaking his head, "No, sorry, I was just dropping Tim off."

"For God's sake," Tim rolls his eyes, "Just put on some pants and come out, I refuse to suffer through this alone."

Dick chokes on his toast. Steph gasps, her eyes snapping between Tim and Danny in delight. Cass snorts and kicks her under the table. Damian groans.

"Spare me from the details of your personal life, Drake. Need I remind you that I am thirteen," he narrows his eyes.

The constellations on Danny's cheeks shine just a bit brighter, and Bruce has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but his guess is along the lines of embarrassment. Especially when the boy completes it with rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You mean to tell me that, at thirteen years old, you don't know what sex is?" Tim deadpans, running a hand through his hair in a useless effort to smooth it and taking his seat at the table. Dick's coughing fit comes back with renewed force.

"We didn't-" Danny starts, still kind of hovering midway through the portal, but Damian pays him little attention.

"I do. Yet, I prefer my mind free of the knowledge when it applies to you."

"I want all the details, though," Steph pipes up, looking at Danny from her seat, "Can you, like, sprout tentacles or something, because I know for a fact Tim likes that kind of-"

"Steph!" Tim yells at her, face red, and then turns to Danny, who suddenly has a very interested, if a bit mischievous, look on his face, "Don't you dare."

"Yeah, okay," Danny snorts and disappears back in the portal. Bruce half-expects it to close after him, but the vortex stays.

Which probably means the boy - the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, Eyes of the Universe - is going to be right back.

After he puts on some pants, supposedly.

Bruce watches Tim rub his face in frustration while Steph giggles and elbows him in the side, and sighs. This is so not how he expected this morning to be.

[tizzymcwizzy]

did a quick redraw of this adrinette pencil sketch i did about 3 years ago! there's some mistakes in the new one, but i think the improvement is there :)

[angelnet23]

falin from dungeon meshi doodle

[katabay]

WOW this has been ROUGH in the Life Events category of things, but. slowly crawling out of that. hopefully

this was the opening scene for a something I started writing after watching the Manben inverview with Nishi Keiko and thinking back to all the classic shoujo manga I stayed up reading back in the day, like damn that's so true Urasawa Naoki

it's partially a love letter to all the greats of the genre that I read, and also to the late night teleseryses that captivated me over the years lmao. it'd be nice to find the time to tackle it properly as a comic, but I'm having fun working on it recreationally :)

✨but since it's recreational, some character info✨

the first character seen is lawrence 'law' valenciano (late 30s), the one with the glasses is cris volante (mid-later 20s). law works at a karinderya, cris is an extremely broke university student.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta / tip jar!

[gojonanami]

they are actually so cute and I’m happy he’s finally at peace with his one and only

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Danse Macabre

[Commission]

[elvyn]

Redraw of old art

[twinksintrees]

this bastard doesn’t deserve bram’s cunty look someone get him back in his ugly ass rat bastard outfit

[old-skyguy]

The silly stupid alien show about ghosts that steal your cock and balls just pulled the most gut wrenching, poignant shit possible and portrayed it so artistically and meaningfully what is even life.

This was MASTERFULLY done. The visual and environmental storytelling, the subtle foreshadowing, and inject those motifs into my fucking BLOOD.

Ho. Ly shit. Good fucking lord.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

Okay serious question why are there so many people complaining about how popular labru is as a ship or that’s it’s a reach with no canon basis when the entirety of chapter 76 exists? Like??????

[cooplagoop]

Guys I can't believe this

Melon was a diversity hire in the manga 😭