#he's just LAYING THERE

[spirityy]

It's been a hot second. I have not posted my art on tumblr so long oof. But here I am with a shiro drawing since I love him so much and I had to draw his clone because SERIOUSLY I LOVE HIS CLONE VERSION. I have procastinated on this drawing for MONTHS just cause of the damn background oml.

[redwidow616]

I sometimes wonder if percy thinks that I'm playing with him for me and not for him

[one-winged-dreams]

I have GOT to progress the fucking story with Arivian so I can take gay ass screencaps like this instead of Artaz looking extremely uncomfortable to be this close to an Incarnate snoot.

[seroothincs]

Having to come up with "creative ways" to meet their quotas?

So they just have Louie pretend to be dead?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[secretly-a-trekkie]

he needs his floor time

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[hamable]

You’re Ruben Hopclap. You’re a teen rock star headlining a local festival. Your interim principal attempts to kill you multiple times. The elusive crush you wrote all your songs about vanishes with some other kids and returns covered in gore. The most popular guy in school jumps fifteen feet in the air, turns to you with a smirk and says, “I’m actually a huge fan,” and spears said principal through the core. Your crush boards a bus going who knows where. Someone gets on a mic and tells everyone to go home. It’s been four minutes.

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[frownyalfred]

things all the robins were ready for when they began crime fighting: guns, getting shot at, being held at gunpoint

what none of the robins were ready for: 220+ lbs of one Bruce Thomas Wayne jumping on top of them and shielding them whenever bullets start flying

[faerynova]

considering they were palm sized as babies, i like to think they stayed pretty small until about their tweens when the human hormones kicked in and they all suddenly shot up

[blairamok]

heat stroke

joining the trend, as a treat. as soon as i saw that photo shoot i knew what i had to do.

[on thin ice]

[radiance1]

The Justice League have a problem, one that needs some level of knowledge and expertise of a being from the Infinite Realms to give them a better chance of actually solving this problem.

However.

Every ghost they have summoned, without fail, took one look at Constantine. Squinted (yes, squinted). Then decided to go back to where they came without a word.

This. Would have been useful, nice even. If it was a situation where they needed the summoned being of a cult to head back to where they came without a fight.

But alas, that is not what is happening.

The Justice League, obviously, ask him why the ghosts keep fleeing back to their Realm at the sight of him, but Constantine can't answer because he genuinely has no idea why they keep leaving when getting a proper look at him.

So they keep trying and they do find some success in it. They summoned a boy, most likely older than he physically looks yet it still puts some of them off because of, well.

You know.

A boy with white hair and toxic green eyes. The boy stops short, as if not expecting to be randomly transported to somewhere else, takes a look around the room, then the Justice League. His eyes settle on one person.

Constantine, in particular.

He squints (Why do all of them squint? Nobody knows) and then a sudden looking of realization passes on his face. Different from the looks of vague fear and genuinely want to not involve themselves any further, his face held slight disgust and a heavy amount of disappointment.

Thankfully, he didn't leave immediately after that.

Constantine asks what's with the look on the ghost boy's face, the ghost boy in question squints even further. Stares at Constantine for a moment or two, buries his face in his hands and brings his knees to his hand and groans out.

"He could've done so much better."