#hope this is cool!

[rayofsunshinc]

starter for @painofhumanity (maggie) from dominic

The more boring part of hunting the supernatural was when they didn't want to be seen. Dominic had been visiting the outside of an empty townhouse that sat on a busy street for days, looking for anything, trying to sense anything. He was going to have to go inside, which meant some ugly breaking an entering. He would have to wait until late ... less people. He sighed, leg crossing over the other from his seat on the cement wall across the street. Just when he was about to give up on observing, there was a clear sound that came from the house. A howling? A crying? Something. He perked up, watching intently for a sign or the entity from the outside. That was when he saw a woman, just passing by on the street, who looked up at the house too.

Instead of the house, Dominic observed the woman with a mixture of concern and fascination. She seemed to be hearing exactly what he was, although none of the other by-passers were bothered. When she started to walk away, he quickly got up and crossed the street, trying to catch up to her.

❝Um, excuse me?❞ He approached her, trying not to startle her. ❝I couldn't help see that you ... reacted to that. The house - the howling, the ... whatever that was. You heard it too! Are you ... familiar with it? Have you ever been past the house before?❞

[alesolcno]

— characters: ale & emmy — setting: amélie's — partner: @emelinecormier

With a small album in hand for the recent bride to browse through and view a good amount of the shots she'd taken at the wedding along with the flashdrive in her bag, Ale entered the establishment that had held the morning after brunch.

There was a quick conversation with the hostess about having a meeting with Emeline and that the chef and owner should be expecting her, then she was nearly venturing toward the bar entertaining the idea of ordering a little something to settle the chaos inside her head.

If only such a thing wasn't so unprofessional.

It was only a few minutes before a smile spread across her lips and her hand extended formally, something that often came over her whenever meeting with a client, as Emeline approached. "Hey, promise I won't take too much of your time. I can tell you're busy."

The album was handed over first, "this is for you to browse through and make selections on prints if you'd like. I also have the drive with all the photos for you."

[hollis-art]

ngl im not even a superman fan. i just REALLY like clark kent,,, (thank you, Smallville, for that.)

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[chloesimaginationthings]

I hope we see ghost kid Charlie in the FNAF 2 Movie

[purrpl-png]

what if beasts were forced to watch over ancients since they first got their soul jam

the last one is based on this scene btw

[prlssprfctn]

Somewhere in the year after Jason becomes a part of Bruce's family, a strange book appears on the desk of Bruce's personal study room. A book about parenting traumatised kids. He opens it, leafs though a little, noticing certain phrases underlined, and closes it back. Alfred probably left it. Just a few days ago, they had a short argument regarding his parenting methods, and he seemingly tried to prove his point by additional literature. Bruce is going to read it later.

...He doesn't have time, actually, and eventually, the book stays forgotten, tucked between many others.

Years pass. Jason dies. And then comes back, complicated and different, frustrating and hard to crack. Thinking about Jason — a habit, always a habit — becomes some kind of roulette: he either remembers something nice, comes up with some courage to talk with his son, at least through comms, at least not directly, or the exact opposite thing happens, sending them both out of balance.

It is the middle of cleaning day, when Alfred suddenly picks up the exact same book about children victims and how to take care of them, and to Bruce's surprise asks where does this book come from.

'What do you mean?' Bruce frowns. 'You gave it to me when I just adopted Jason. Well, not gave, I would say tactically sneaked in, but...'

'I would remember that,' Alfred frowns. He goes through a few pages, and his face softens. 'It wasn't me, master Bruce.'

And suddenly, it clicks.

*Jason* left it. He underlined lines that probably felt relatable to him, that maybe could help them both in their new, hard journey. A shy kid he was, though, very smart, he would never actually speak with Bruce directly — he would try to leave him hints. To open up more in a subtle way.

To—

Oh.

Bruce suddenly can imagine his little son overhearing his late argument with Alfred that day, all these years ago. Mulling over, "this kid is deeply traumatised, master Bruce" and "well, I can't get inside his head, Al" lines. Figuring out how to easen his burden. How to be understood and yet accepted.

And Bruce... unknowingly discarded that.

As usual.

Unknowingly, cluelessly, and yet so simply — he discarded everything that was dear to Jason, everything that meant something for him.

As he grips the book in his hands, caressing the soft cover, he can't help but wonder if any of the information inside, little highlights Jason did, are still working for him. If he still can fix it.

[very-small-giant]

you have been bad friends to riz gukgak

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[rayofsunshinc]

STARTER FOR @hawkinshellraiser from Steve H.

Steve's arms were outstretched and both of his hands were resting on the steering wheel. They were still parked in front of Eddie's place though. Hanging out with Eddie Munson was something that he never would've thought he would be doing, but apparently circumstances had changed things from normal. He wasn't just hanging out with Eddie, he was practically jumping at any chance there was to be around him.

❝I'm better at avoiding problems until they just go away.❞ Steve said, glancing over at Eddie. ❝So, yeah, I haven't had any big revelations about what happens next.❞ He wasn't exactly proud of it, but for the most part, Steve had been entirely avoiding thinking too much about everything that had gone down. He pushed on, doing what he could to help still yet. It was kind what he had been doing for the past few years.

❝You okay?❞ He tried to ask casually, but as he dared to look over at Eddie, and keep his eyes on him for longer than just a brief glance, he knew that there was concern filling his features. He looked long enough to get that stirring in his chest.

[ruushes]

companions re-classed part 3 - shadowheart 🌌🌚🌝

*shadowdancer isn't a 5e rogue subclass, it's a 3.5e rogue-based prestige class, but it suits her so well and when i played 3.5e as a kid i thought it was the coolest thing ever lol so i wanted to use it

karlach 🔥 wyll ⚔️

[bloominglegumes]

HASBRO DONT YOU DARE MESS HIM UP

[catskullery]

New sticker design for ANYC :)

Welcome to 🍔FLAVORTOWN🍔

By popular demand, the pre-order is up! Get it fresh and hot right off the grill!! ✨🥩

[ID: Dungeon Meshi fanart of Senshi dressed as and posing like Guy Fieri, wearing sunglasses and a flame-patterned shirt as he points dynamically at the viewer. Signs that say "Dungeons, Drive-Ins, Dives" hang around him. End ID]

[chloesimaginationthings]

If Gregory experienced FNAF ruin…

[cora2ons]

god forbid i should feel something. — @penvcnens.

she hangs off the woman's arm & it takes a bit of stride to keep up with her. caroline's poise must run deeper than marrow, perhaps formed in the very atoms of her being - a theory to put a pin in. cora only embarks with caution on approaching those who are not easily read, whether by their own doing or from a natural distance in place; but for now, she doesn't mind it. in fact, she is a bit reliant on the heiress's prowess, feeling as out of place as she actually is.

in both period & society, she is a stranger. no depth of study can amount to the real thing in the flesh, with all buzzing voices & eyes ever expecting a response.

fortunately enough, she considers herself having found a friend in caroline's quick, somewhat facetious tongue - it stands out in ways more demanding of attention than any of cora's unconcealable tells. unnecessary for now as they maneuver the grounds, using one another's company to avoid being pulled into another recurring conversation, but she finds comfort in an alliance in which neither need take the other too seriously. ‘ not on my watch, ’ she teases.

it's only right to follow up with false confidence, hoping to carry the same fortitude as her companion. ‘ don't worry about a thing. ’

[aradidnt]

omg