#feel free to suggest something else

[attleboy]

still in a bit of an art slump take a shitpost for all the people who wanted more buttonblossom with the teeth thing (you'll get something more serious soon i swear...)

based off this

[nichecollection]

more tim drake

[theriverbeyond]

asking for COSPLAY purposes.... when you read about Ortus' Ninth House "panniers" for carrying bone around..... which one springs to mind?

[xanderindisguis]

THE EXPRWSSIONS HE HAS WHEN TALKING TO SCARAB HAS ME CRAZY the way they say so much with so little.

THIS IS YOUR SCARAB HATER??? From just a few frames he comes off as concerned in a caring way, how did we get to a point he's portrayed as an evil, abusive, narcissistic boss??

It's so clear that Orbo doesn't hate Scarab, I firmly believe he gets fed up because Scarab refuses to look outside of his own point of view and any attempt to bigger the picture with him falls on deaf ears, that he's more likely to listen under threats rather than just words he obviously doesn't care for.

(I DON'T AGREE with threatening or actually tearing his legs off, but it's to consider ORBO'S POTENTIAL POV. I feel that's more likely than him just being a huge asshole who hates him for some bs reason)

[bluebird8683]

RR is dead, Tim is not

Tim Drake stood on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise, the wind pulling at his cape like it was trying to hold him back, as though Gotham itself were begging him to reconsider. He would miss this—the only home he had ever known. The city stretched out beneath him, its ceaseless hum a bittersweet symphony, a reminder of all the people who probably wouldn’t miss him, not really. And yet, the wind seemed almost alive, whispering doubts, pleading with him to stay, even as he remained steadfast in his decision.

They’d mourn Red Robin, perhaps. Maybe even Tim Drake, for a fleeting moment. (Tam is the only one he truly feels bad about leaving behind, but she has a life outside of him, friends who care about her. She'll be ok.) But eventually, they’d move on, the way Gotham always did. Would the family even notice his absence?  A part of him whispered they might be better off without him. That they’d be happier, lighter, without the weight of someone they never seemed to truly see. 

He’d made sure of it.

Tim looked down at the blood pooling on the cracked concrete, dark and glistening under the cold moonlight. The crimson trail spidered out across the rooftop, a macabre work of art he had painted with his own blood, painstakingly collected over weeks to ensure authenticity. Almost hiding the faint scent of ozone in the air from the rainstorm earlier today, the scent of iron, or blood, hung heavy in the air. The scene in front of him is a gruesome sight- one he purposely staged to be that way, but horrid all the same. The manikin he painstakingly ensured looked exactly like him (down to not having a spleen and that paper-cut he got earlier today in the office) was one that he had grown and made explicitly for this. It never breathed in life, but he had made sure all the muscles showed all the wear and tear his muscles likely had.

He arranged it to be crumpled near the roof entrance of the building, its fingers splayed unnaturally, some twisted and broken as though his attacker had tried to torture something out of him that he refused to give. One shoulder was visibly dislocated, the other broken in such a way that his bone was sticking out of his skin. The left leg bent as if he had somehow gained a second knee. The neck bore the telltale bruising of strangulation, the skin mottled with dark purples, a haunting testament to his fabricated final moments. (Though there is bruising elsewhere on the body, the ones on his neck were the darkest.)  

The area around the manikin was a tableau of chaos: broken bits of his bo staff scattered like splinters of a shattered life, and tears in the suit—carefully slashed to match the grotesque injuries—added the final touch of authenticity along with the extra blood he had collected from himself in advance pooling and being poured from specific spots. He doubted anyone would be able to tell that he was still alive after seeing this. No one but him would ever see this as what it was, a staged exit. They might call it a tragedy (if they're feeling generous) or a lost fight. They would call it the curtain call of his life, but all it truly was is the end of Act I.

The stage was perfect. (Thinking of this all as a play had made him feel better about it, thinking of the clone as a manikin as he removed the spleen and injured it, as he put together the murder scene...) 

Tim’s gaze swept over the rooftop one last time, cataloging every detail. The smear and drops of blood around the roof, the broken bits of his bo staff lying near the body covered in wounds, the com he placed in its ear. The entire scene screamed tragedy—a hero ambushed, overpowered, and left lifeless on a cold rooftop, the final act of violence etched around his neck in a black bruise.

It had to be convincing. It had to be enough to fool Bruce, Dick, Damian, and even Barbara. Tim could imagine the triumphant sneer on Damien's face, the satisfaction of no longer sharing the Robin title in any form. And Jason… Jason might raise a beer, toasting the end of the “replacement.” The thought hurt. (Thoughts of how they viewed him always did- it's why he tries not to let his mind wander... not that he can really do that- but that's part of the reason that he's doing this.) He’d run through every possibility, refining his plan with several contingencies he can switch to at a moment's notice. That was what he did. That was who he was. (Something that Bruce trained into him.)

His fingers trembled as he adjusted the position of the manikin’s arm one last time. Not from fear or regret—those emotions had burned out weeks ago. This was the final piece of a puzzle he’d been building for months. (He left a nice little case for the detective family to follow, if they decide to investigate his demise. All the leads would turn cold though, of course.) He should feel relief, maybe even triumph, but all he felt was a bone-deep exhaustion.

“This is it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the gusts of wind.

He stepped back, letting the scene burn into his memory. For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine what would happen next. The news would break—Red Robin, dead in the line of duty. (He knew his body would be discovered in the morning- the owner of the building liked to come up for a smoke every morning before going to work.)

The family might grieve, or maybe they wouldn’t. Tim wasn’t sure anymore. Would they even miss him, or would they be better off without him?  Maybe they’d even be happier. Bruce would brood, sure, throwing himself into the case until he found just enough to close it. Damian, though, might sneer, claiming he saw it coming. Dick… Dick might actually cry. But eventually, they’d move on. They always did. After all, it had been months since any of them had really talked. How could they miss someone they never cared to know?   

But eventually, they’d move on. They’d forget. It's not like it'll change much.

Tim swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat back down where it belonged. This wasn’t about them. This was about him. A chance to finally breathe without the crushing weight of their expectations, their demands, their indifference. All this without even a courtesy "thanks." He’d spent so long loving them, sacrificing his sleep, his time, his social life for them, and all it had earned him was emptiness. Exploitation masquerading as family.

He's had enough.

He turned away from the body, moving to the edge of the rooftop. His new gear was already packed, hidden in a secure location outside Gotham. His offshore accounts were loaded, his new identity (and several back-ups) painstakingly crafted. Every system he’d set up—from the programs helping Gotham’s homeless to the automated responses at WE—would run smoothly without him. He’d made sure of it. Everything major will be fine without him. They’ll be fine without him.

Tim took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was it. The last goodbye.

He turned on the device that would hide his heartbeat from anyone with advanced hearing, stepped off the ledge and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind all he had ever known, the fractured remnants of his life, and the only city he had ever called home. 

[theswedishpajas]

Magma art dump of random gay Stanley things (Featuring me! Go figure!)

Anything that isn’t in some kind of blue or yellow is by one of my friends

[aggravatedanarchy]

Hello Kind Soul 💕

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Here's a photo of my cat to hopefully get this more traction (and so I can put this in more tags)

[yaoigovroom]

why is bez always the bottom :( pls give him a dominant part …love ur work ❤️

because i like him like that! i just draw what i want to draw :3

and honestly i'm cooking for myself. if you want to see something you can draw/write it too!

not to lay into this anon specifically but i've received more than one of this kind of message and i want to lay a boundary down... I don't draw for anyone else unless i want to. and i don't appreciate the somewhat backhanded comments i've received saying they like my work but not what i choose to draw. that's part of my work! i'm conveying my opinions and feelings on these guys that i want to see fuck nasty!!

i really appreciate the support i've received here and enjoy sharing my work with everyone! but if there's something i want to draw i'll draw it when i get to it.. if i don't want to draw it i won't.

[samitch]

Next suggestion: put her at a table having a tea party

I put her in a hat also so she wouldn't feel left out @clairebearbitch

[worldofgoo]

figure 1. basically this means that I can read the majority of really common words but the less common they get the more lost I am

figure 2. this one means that I'm theoretically like a japanese 3rd grader in terms of my literacy

first off check out my japanese proficiency. i started august of last year, apparently, using a (paid) course called wanikani, which is focused on drilling kanji using radicals + mnemonics. it also uses a SRS system if you want to look into what that entails (basically the spacing of the reviews for a given item becomes longer and longer & in this case if you get it right after 3 months of not having seen it you don't have to study it anymore)

progress has slowed over time (I work fulltime now...) but I'm still sticking with it. Actually I might as well show off my timeline too (I love charts and graphs...)

The scale of it is janky because of statistics bullshit (I did a lot of levels very quickly, and the slow ones are taking a while to actually effect my median because. they're slow) but you can see where I switched from being obsessed to kind of overwhelmed, I try to take a month per level now which means it'll take me like 3 more years to finish the course (it ends at level 60).

Uhh, other information since I've been asked this, my history with studying Japanese has been

-trying to teach myself with duolingo + online textbooks + anime, this didn't really work but I learned kana

-two semesters (intensive) in college, gave me new vocabulary but I feel like the focus was grammar which I'm sure I'll appreciate if I ever learn to speak it

-wanikani, occasionally translating memes/tweets, reading articles on nhk news easy, uhhh watching/listening to shit in japanese (very limited usefulness on its own, animelon is very good if it has shows youre interested in on it)

-all of the things here besides Wanikani are super sporadic and I would not call any of it much of a routine. but I'm at the point in the course where you need to start applying the knowledge or it starts feeling kind of useless, so my current plan is to combine interests, so I'm now (VERY SLOWLY, hopefully at least weekly progress) watching films with japanese audio and subtitles

-in the future: when reading is less agonizing, I want to translate manga. I'd also like to practice speaking (I don't feel confident to even try right now), possibly with the Tandem app, or even a tutor if it's something I can afford and fit into a schedule eventually

-end goal is going to japan and not seeming like a dipshit in the process

[pingustuffings]

Classic famsmp moment the barnacle pirates haved cummed all over yap city storage building because they were having a cumming contest.

Foolish just entered 1 minute ago.

[caravanlurker]

Quick— answer!

[pronoun-checks]

I've been struggling with my LGBTQIA+ identity lately, and I need some help. I'm genderfluid, my gender changes frequently, mainly encompassing men, women, non-binary/gender-neutral, and agender/gendervoid. I'm transmasculine, presenting androgynously. I prefer gender-neutral titles like Mx. over Mrs. or Mr. I like he/they, I have some dysphoria with feminine pronouns, so I use them less. I like neopronouns but don't use them much since most people IRL aren't familiar with them.

I'm having an identity crisis that was caused from stress from school and work. So, I'm like re-inventing my identity. I need name ideas. The individual is genderfluid, preferring gender-neutral names. I'm passionate about social justice, inclusivity, and personal growth. I have diverse identities and academic pursuits, expressing creativity, intellect, and empathy through fanfic writing. I value knowledge and aspire to be a nurse. Any name ideas?

Sure thing!

Onyx

Finley/Finlay

Neo

Jasper

Juniper

Ren/Wren

Asher/Ash/Ashe

Rowan

Jupiter

Saturn

Mars

Grey/Gray

Kit

Lee

Sunny

Sol/Solaris

Phoenix

Ray/Rae

Hayden

Caiden/Cayden/Kaiden

Aiden/Ayden

Jamie/Jaime

Jay/Jai/Jae

Sparrow

Robin

Robbie/Ronnie

River

Oakley/Oak

Arrow

Rain

Red/Redd

Salem

August

Rowan/Roe/Ro

Jo

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