#holy universe

[queenoftiddies]

Damian, a little eleven year old child, ten apples tall: This is my baby brother

Jason, a man the size and weight of a fucking fridge, whose age “reset” after the Lazarus dip: Hi.

[sourkreem]

[wip] i managed to squeeze in a little tim doodle between commissions though not sure it will be rendered any time in the near future lolz

[maze-n]

perspective: look from within to understand your reality. your foundation shouldn’t be built from the opinion of others … transparently, an intuitive heart will guide you. 🤍

new #handmadecollage “the inbetween” created 08/16/23 #cre8ivegenius : yours truly #mazNsART #papergluescissors #analogcollage #papercollage #thirdeyeperspective #guidedbycreativeintuition. A PICTURE MAY BE WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS, BUT ITS NOT DOING THIS COLLAGE ANY JUSTICE.

so much better in the reality

[violetheart77]

Happy Halloween Beans 👻🧡🖤

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[astrocafecoffee]

Your manifestation is coming! 💗

✨I don't know why I feel so called to writing this, but " whoever is reading this, if you are manifesting anything, trust that it's unfolding. Have faith, don't give up...love and peace." ✨

[bogdreamz]

korvo lost and farting 0 stars for you my boy

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[spr1ng1ocked]

my full lineup from my recent BTAS redesign series over on tik tok and instagram

[linderosse]

GUYS!!!

[weepingtalecowboy]

Windy is just like that

Fanfic prompt: there are quite some fics that portray the windwaker as a literal conductor

And have wind use the abilities of the windwaker

Like the sky gets darker when he gets upset

It rains if he is sad

And it storms if he is angry

But like controlling the wind is not the only ability of the windwaker

You can change day and night with the song of passing

You can also straight up command people (command melody)

And in phantom hourglass you can control time and see ghosts

Like imagine him having an actual panic attack from the point of view of like Wild who already experienced a big calamity

Like there is a hurricane appearing

The sun and moon are fighting for their spot on the sky (till it ends up a solar eclipse)

The wind is strong enough that actual boulders are flying off the ground

And you feel something commanding you to go there (wind really wants someone to stop him )

The time in several places is going out of control

And on top of that your ghost friends are freaking out because of something

You are convinced that that is divine punishment

And that the world will end

Like imagine the sheer shock that any of the chain will experience when it turns out to be wind

[inkykeiji]

touya-nii goes to the zoo in black denim jeans and a long sleeved black shirt and then spends the entire day complaining about the fact that he looks like a drowned lab rat—clothes soaked with sweat and absolutely clinging to him, hair drenched and stuck to his forehead and his temples and his ears and his neck in thick tufts of ivory. clumps hang in his gaze, trembling with each irritated brush of his lashes, drops of sweat balancing precariously on the points, and he can’t fucking see, goddamn it.

the only thing that stutters his constant complaining—nothing more than a momentary lull, but an instant of reprieve nonetheless—is when you tell him he looks really hot sopping wet with his own sweat…and that his abs look super sexy, outlined by his shirt like that <3 he still continues with his grievances of course, but now they’re grumbled out through a self-satisfied little smirk, paired with a quick glance at you through the corner of his eye (*ﾉωﾉ)

[skyward-floored]

Pspspssp, they went back in time. The area they were in before had ruins of the same pillars that they are in now :3

Whoa wait whuh

Well butter my biscuits, you’re right. Wow. That’s so cool!!!!

Also those little statues on the upper parts there look kinda like the one Twilight used earlier to distract Warriors and Hyrule!!

(Images via @linkeduniverse)

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[dicctor-blog]

Solar Eclipse day

[astranauticus]

Director of the False Last Act

[aipurjopa]

ALL OF THEM (that I’ve drawn so far) *insert me crying*

Some design stuff relies on my own theories… mainly Squiddo and Ash being teamed alongside Mapicc being forced to join the invis mafia