#get this out of my SIGHT

[crowholtz]

Cursed message my DM/partner sent me

[amiibo-king]

tumblr thinks that bc i like posts abt last legacy that must mean i also want to see touchstarved posts and is now recommending them to me. just bc theyre made by the same dev team. sorry tumblr but the only reason i put up with that dev team was for felix. i hated them and their writing orherwise

[xeaf]

You shakily held your hand up to your face, eyes widening in shock as you stared at your hand that was stained in crimson red.

All of a sudden, your knees gave out below you, causing you to fall onto the muddied floor. You took small breaths, trying your best to calm yourself down from the throbbing headache and the searing pain that came from the side of your stomach.

You had barely even managed to hear the low crunch of the gravel come closer and closer towards you due to the intense rainfall.

"Get up", someone said but you didn't bother looking up. You didn't need to to know who it was, anyways.

"I said, get up.", the person said once more, their tone becoming sterner as if they were giving you an order.

You finally looked up at the person from your position. Standing there, in front of you, was muichiro. His dampened hair kissed his neck and forehead and his uniform was soaked, causing it to cling onto his skin uncomfortably.

"You can't.. order me to.", you croaked out, internally cursing yourself at how ridiculous you sounded in front of him.

"I don't think I'm asking you for much.", he said, still staring down at you sitting in a small pool of your own blood.

You roll your eyes at his words and chose to believe your own lousy excuse that the rain drowned out his voice. (change this)

Maybe.. ignoring him will make him shut up.

"I can't believe how weak you are.", he said, causing your head to turn to his direction.

"You're the weak one.", you retorted back and gave him a weak glare.

"I don't see myself injured nor sitting down in a pool of my own blood."

[pheebswashere]

"you made 100 posts here's a badge" oh. so we're just rewarding mediocrity now.

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[vergina-spva]

Crying at this ad I just saw at tumblr dot com (the app) 🤣

Sir, you are on the hating musk rat website... you really think this is the best place to try to get people investing real money in Tesla-money?

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Commission for @chipper-smol featuring Ophiuchus being... gifted to?? taunted?? by the Universe. With a little plush Loop :) Time to commit self-care, loser.

And now. I shall buy two (<- has already bought one beforehand)

[zenruu]

if you're still boiling a character as complex as alistair down to anything along the lines of: himbo, idiot, soft baby without an idea of his own, haha funny cheese man i'm straight up burning your house down with lasers and sending you directly to hell.

if you genuinely believe that man is stupid, all you're doing is admitting that you yourself cannot see beyond the incredibly transparent veil he wants to put over your eyes.

what he is is insecure, and he wants you to think he's stupid so that he doesn't have to live up to expectations he fears he won't meet. shortly after meeting him you can call him out on using humor to deflect and make himself smaller and he ADMITS IT.

he repeatedly shows you just how intelligent he is and how aware of the ways of the world he is. his history knowledge, his understanding of the chantry and its control of templars and mages that goes far beyond nearly anyone else we as the player speak with, his emotional intelligence when it comes to understanding others' intentions and needs... and this is just a thoughtless little post with quick examples i conjured up in five minutes! i'm not even doing a deep dive here! how do so many people miss all of this?

this is not advanced reading of subtext, it's incredibly simple and i'm completely unsure how people don't understand this about him.

he's such a great character for so many reasons - his flaws being some of those reasons - but a lack of intelligence is simply not one of those flaws no matter how you spin it.

[heynhay]

KL ML 😋

[cozybells]

today? them. tomorrow? also them probably.

[ganondoodle]

saw a picture of some flowers and had this idea, was supposed to be just a throw away idea but well, tried to make it presentable on a whim bc the flowers looked nice

(totk rewritten "botw2" enviroment concept for an area in the underground)

(here without the .. partial and rough UI)

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[acevity]

gangle hugs :D

[paperglader]

they really put alicent in bridgerton blue on the reunion and genuinely expected me to think that she didn’t in fact march all the way to dragonstone to get wifed up? bfr

[dreamyluigi]

compiled a bunch of scrapped doodles of that fucking green guy. uh... what's his name.. whatever who cares