#i am back from the dead

[lookingvisexually]

i am not ok thanks for asking

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 8: Duke)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

Duke: My turn!

Bruce: Finally I can count on something normal.

Bruce: [migraine noises]

Dick: I feel like this information and Damian is a bad combination.

Damian: Grayson, I am offended you assume I need lessons from Duke on how to lead troops

Tim: You should bring the beard back Bruce.

Steph: Yeah your amnesia era was kind of a slay

Barbara: My dad’s Batman era was not a slay

Jason: Well maybe slay in a different sense-

Duke: That’s all behind us we’re moving on!

Bruce: I don’t think-

Jason: Bruce sit down and don’t pretend like this isn’t exactly what you did to form your child gang

Bruce: I don’t-

Steph: Look into our eyes, Bruce, and tell us, your crimefighting children, that you did not start a child gang

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: That’s what I thought.

Steph, Barbara, Cass: [hysterical laughter]

[talking over each other]

Dick: That is not what I looked like!

Jason: I looked so much cooler as Robin than that!

Tim: I looked cooler because I had pants, I can’t speak for you two.

Damian: My costume has been improved vastly since that iteration.

Steph: Alright, traffic cones.

Duke: Okay really not the point

Barbara: Seems like this step should’ve come before the outfits?

Duke: It was my first time starting a gang let me live

Jason: Shouldn’t “training” have been part of-

Duke: This is not open for criticism thank you

Steph: Yeah only Bruce can critique Duke’s child-gang leader skills as a fellow child-gang leader

Bruce: [noises of general regret]

Bruce: Why does something absurd always happen with you guys when I’m gone

Tim: Maybe because nobody in this house knows how to cope with loss or something I don’t know

Dick: Also it gets so much worse Bruce

Dick: I mean that wasn’t exactly your fault

Jason: Cop Batman didn’t seem to agree

Barbara: [sighs]

[talking over each other]

Jason: Woah woah woah

Tim: Hired??? You did not hire-

Damian: I did not say that?

Jason: Also I don’t remember being asked nicely I remember saving your a-

Dick: ‘Specialist’ sounds pretty cool and professional thank you Duke :)

Steph: Is that Damian in a Court of O-

Damian: The situation was resolved I am fine now

Tim: “Beat up some bird guys”

Jason: I mean besides the imprisonment and attack on a school and Dick leaving us in the dust for a hot second there that’s basically what happened

Dick: I did not-

Bruce: Excuse me?

Duke: Don’t worry about it :)

Tim: That’s n-

Cass: [signing] The Court of Owls is still-

Damian: That is libel

Steph: What a cute picture

Jason: Weren’t there casualti-

Duke: I have no idea what you’re talking about everything was fine in the end and everything is good!

Bruce: I am... so worried about all of you

Barbara: Well anyway let’s keep that streak going, it’s my turn. >:)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

[toocooltoodorky]

bored and did a redraw of the old little bully comic i did a year ago. whats crazy is i was ending my junior year when i first drew it and now i jus started college. bully will be in my heart forever probably

[lycheethelychee]

Control

[ni-kol-koru]

⋆ ˚｡⋆♡ ˚ Satsuki Momoi ˚ ♡⋆｡˚ ⋆

[g-lennichim]

Just akechi sitting on stool. That's it.

Last time I posted art here was 2022 something lawl hi

[fredrikswrites]

no because

YOU ARE THE REASON I'M HERE

YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN THE REASON IM HERE

[vyllain]

yes i am back from vacation and uni is almost near beside drawing Koolie Sterling for a mood

[amistillreallyalive]

Dovey: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Dovey: And I started thinking

Dovey: It was just trying to get some food

Dovey: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Dovey, teary-eyed: How would I feel

Lesso, concerned: Are you okay?

[kissingrhi]

oh my god last night i fell asleep thinking about if you were to go to roman, obviously upset, he’d look at you with a sarcastic, yet barely sympathetic stare. furrowed brows and a slight bite at his cheek. he’d speak so obviously jokingly, so that neither of you could sense the actual worry littered in his voice. “oh, baby, what’s wrong?” he said the pet name in the most comical manner, so you couldn’t catch the care that he so desperately tried to push back as if it were bile in his throat. he made sure to draw out every word, impishly, catching the slight cringe in your face at his tone. did he let you know he cared? no, not really. did he let you rest your pretty little head on his shoulders and chest as long as you needed? absolutely.

[monarch-maelstrom]

Adrien would be far-sighted because he can’t see what’s right in front of him.

[bloodbathfortwo]

Alex never thought that he'd be doing this, even at 2AM, this is the most random thing he's ever done. If he thinks about it right now, he never thought that he'll be living together with his high school roommate turned lover. Sure, he never expected Nigel to come to his life like a wrecking ball, but did he even have a life before him? Sure, he had decent friends, he was rich, he ate three meals a day; but there was something missing. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Everything that had happened — Susan Mueller, the bible, the night at the Colbie's, and the night in the rain. Everything seemed catastrophic, yet Alex felt like it was right, everything felt like it was falling into place. And what made it better is that when he kissed Nigel in the rain, touched his skin, the acres of porcelain. It felt just. So, as he sits alone in their shared bedroom, his deceased Mother's ring at hand, he can't help but feel nervous, like a ticking time bomb, about to explode into smoking pieces of him. He gazes at the time, fiddling with the ring with such contemplation only for his train of thought to be wrecked by the ruffling of sheets.

Nigel looks snug in Alex's shirt that is a size bigger on him, the led light of their bedroom makes his skin glow bright, and the blue irises of his eyes are as enigmatic as the night in the rain. Alex gulps as he feels sweat beginning to prickle his nape. He stares at Nigel tuck himself into bed only for Alex to call him, soft.

Nigel looks behind him, eyebrow cocked in a curious expression. He can sense Alex's troubled heart, because a part of Nigel is a part of Alex. They're two conjoined souls that will never part. Nigel is the first to ask what's wrong only for Alex to thrust the ring into Nigel's face with such determination etched into his face.

His eyes widened in surprise, so much so that he sits up in bed, mouth agape as he looks down at what looks to be a golden band and a Blue Sapphire ring attached to it as its center piece.

"What's this, Alex?" Nigel asks as his gaze travels from the ring to Alex's still determined face.

Alex's breathing comes in rhythmically as he stares deep into Nigel's eyes. He wants to stares at them forever. Hold him close and pepper him with kisses.

Alex sighs and brings his hand down to grasp Nigel's soft hands, so tender and void of labor. It reminds him of a new born baby's skin, supple and unblemished. Alex caresses tenderly as he stares down at Nigel's hand, specifically his ring finger, imagining him wearing the ring.

"I want you to have and to hold, forever, Nigel." It's not a response, rather it's a statement from Alex. An omen to forever. And from Nigel's widened eyes and rapidly beating heart — that is unusual for him — he can't help but chuckle at Alex's expression.

"H-hey! What's so funny?" Alex asks abruptly as he lets go of Nigel hand, hiding it in his lap. Alex's troubled face suddenly turns into a pout as Nigel's laughter simmers down.

Silence permeated the room, the ticking of a distant clock echoes.

"I do, too, Alex. Forever." Nigel calmly says before he grabs Alex's hand and wears the band, it glides in smoothly, just the right size. And he can't help but chuckle some more before Nigel disappears underneath the covers leaving Alex dumbfounded.

They got married the next week, it was a simple formality for the both of them to conceal their love, forever.

HERE IS THE RING! AND YES! Before Alex's mother died (as a headcanon) she left something, a part of her, that will forever remind Alex that he will always be loved.

[purplesunset9112]

Winslow: You're ignoring all your problems. Cassie: I know. Winslow: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism?

Cassie: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Winslow:

[sakura-code]

In the misfit AU how does the price for Shinigami’s contract work did Yuma lose his memory or did his parents give something up since they were the one who requested help from the death god

I am honestly debating on that since I plan to expand the lore of the Book of Death is expanded more. My idea so far is that Yuma gives up his memories of his childhood because he wanted to be rid of the emotional pain (since he didn’t really have emotional support to help him). Unlike in the game, Shinigami doesn’t have to hide the memories since Yuma doesn’t want to forget them forever. He just wants to be rid of the emotional connections so he can stop suffering. Impulsive, I know, but he’s like an emotional kid who lost his mom and forced from his home and into a big city where he gets experimented on and is impossible to find friendly faces (except Makoto later on).

So basically, he has the knowledge of his mom and his hometown, but the memories and emotional connections are gone (or rather not as strong emotionally).

The reason why I would go that direction is because there is no overarching goal like exposing Kanai Ward’s Ultimate Secret like in the game. Yuma’s only goal is to keep the Peacekeepers’ hands away from the Book of Death, and protect Shinigami to an extension. There’s no overarching goal exactly this time for Yuma.

[deandrowningdemons]

{ Are any of my old or new RP partners still on here? }

[ne0lution]

is anyone that follows me still alive and active on here? there has to be?!???!!