#i'm a obsessed mess

[halteinfachmaldeinefresse]

HAPPY PRIDE TO THIS FUCKING DUDE

HANDSOME BOB aka "LADYKILLER"

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Tim Encounters a Fae at a Gala

Which may be a problem, yes, but the much more alarming part? The Fae looks like Damian.

"This is pretty boring, don't you think?"

The voice comes from behind, and Tim recognizes it instantly, but at the same time, he doesn't. He's never heard Damian talk like this, easy and a little amused, with no usual stiffness to his speech. Yet this couldn't be anyone else - being a vigilante means you can never drop your guard even in your civilian identity, and who other than Damian could have sneaked up on him?

He turns around.

It is Damian, and at the same time, it's not. The boy looks just like the demon child, the same face, same height and skin tone, the same way he puts his hair. But something is wrong. The way he holds himself, his relaxed and almost lazy posture, the absence of a usual scowl on his face, the way he feels comfortable here, in a crowd of people.

And his eyes, when he looks at Tim. Icy blue, almost translucent, like the color of icebergs and glaciers.

The not-Damian tilts his head a little and smiles just slightly. Tim blinks, realizing that there was a question, and he just stares at the boy instead of answering.

"Yeah, sure," he clears his throat and breaks the eye contact, looking away from not-Damian's eyes, his thoughts a frantic mess. Is this another clone? Or some kind of a shapeshifter? In any case, they approached Tim first, he can't lose his chance at gaining some information. So Tim smiles back, "Is it your first time? At the gala, I mean."

Now, when he looks at the boy again, the stricking resemblance doesn't hit him so hard. Instead, Tim notices something else - the boy is... eerily beautiful. He's never noticed Damian looking this nice - because that would be kind of creepy if he did, - but this not-Damian is... He can't really put it into words.

He's just beautiful.

Almost unnaturally so.

"You could say that," not-Damian answers, looking over the crowd around them, "I'm not used to so many people around, but I've seen my fair share of social gatherings."

Tim blinks. That statement compiled with his absolute lack of any kind of nervousness makes little sense.

Alright, he needs to get at least some information from the mystery twin. He is a detective, for god's sake.

"Are you here with someone?" That can be a useful question. Tim sure as hell knows that Bruce could not invite some Damian lookalike without prior warning, which means the boy had to come as someone's plus one. Or he sneaked in with no invitation, that's also a possibility.

"My godfather should be here somewhere," not-Damian nods, scanning the crowd before nodding his chin in the direction of a small cluster of people. Tim follows his gaze and finds a white-haired man in a matching white and silver suit in the middle of telling some kind of story.

"Vladimir Masters?" He questions with a noticeable amount of disbelief. The man never said a word about having a godson. Ever. And Tim did a thorough background check on the owner of DalvCo.

"Got it in one," not-Damian grins. Is it just Tim, or do his teeth really look sharper than they are supposed to?

Come to think of it, his ears are also not as round as they should be.

Unnatural beauty, sharp teeth and pointy ears, questions answered in a vague and unclear way. And Tim hadn't noticed him blink even once.

He has a guess. He doesn't like it, it's a very, very bad guess, but Tim is a Bat, a Robin, and a Detective. He knows when he needs to trust his gut even if his gut is telling him absolute nonsense.

He just needs to make sure.

Tim swallows the anxious feeling in the back of his throat and turns back to not-Damian, smiling:

"I think I didn't catch your name?" He does his best at sounding confused and not alarmed. The boy's grin widens just a bit, but Tim feels a cold shiver run down his back, and his mind is all but screaming for him to run away for this is not human, and whatever it is, it is dangerous.

"Would you give me yours in exchange?" The boy's voice is soft and easy, not a hint of mischief. Just a casual question. Maybe a little teasing.

Tim's blood runs cold as he tries to remember everything he has ever read and heard about the fair folk. Never give them your name, but there has to be a way to answer this question, right?

"You may call me Damian," he finally answers. Maybe this is a risk, calling himself his brother's name, but Tim feels like this is somehow a right thing to do since the boy - the creature - looks like him.

Not-Damian's eyebrows shoot up, and there's a hint of surprise in his eyes when he starts quietly laughing. The heavy pressure of the air around him disappears at the sound of the crystalline laughter, like it was never there. Tim feels like he had just disarmed a bomb or passed a test with his own life at stake. Maybe he actually did.

"Clever," the boy grins again and nods politely, bowing his head down like they are at a medieval ball and not a gala, "My name is Danny. It is nice to meet my brother's brother."

| <-prev | next-> |

[kbsd]

webgott // “we should go to counseling”

what can be said about it? what can be said for such an ugly mess?

[soundsfaebutokay]

I know you're strong enough to do this on your own.

- Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil

(Art by @bycharizze on Instagram, commissioned by me)

[eveningrainstorm]

you can take the family out of the psychics but you can't take the psychics out of the family

[backpackingspace]

Of course post-canon odysseus and penelope love each other (they are a little bit insane about the other. Neither is allowed to leave the others side for months after odysseus gets back. They cycle between sobbing on one and another and aggressively making out. ) but it's true that they have both changed. It's been twenty hard years after all. So

Odypen courting each other again just for the fun of it. Odypen deciding to act like teenagers again and make elaborate plans pretending to sneak into the others room.

Odysseus sending penelopes 90 year old dad a letter challenging him to a race for penelopes hand in marriage. (This does not go over well but penelope though it was hilarious)

Odysseus begging Athena to help him win penelopes heart/hand again. (Athena: What no why you're already married I don't understand you ) (she helps anyways)

Penelope weaving all of odysseus's clothes. Penelope hauling out every tapestry she made of telemachus's childhood (she made one for every year. To gift odysseus on his birthday when he returned.)

Odypen leaving telemachus incharge while they go off on dates (to harssass, cause problems, and badger other people into giving them things). It should be fine Athena has been sticking close to the house lately. And it's only for an afternoon anyways (at first. Headcanon that penelope came with odysseus when he had to go plant the oar and call it a windmill quest.)

[henry-or-something]

Defense Attorney Jean Claude Chanticleer takes the stand!

[ruanbaijie]

我是谁 who am I? @userdramas event 18 music [in/sp] @asiandramanet event 11 duos: font pairing ↳ full lyrics below cut

有多久，沉沦世上，忘了我该是谁 无所谓，感受不到灵魂温热的泪 有多久，盲了双眼，忘了我曾是谁 无所谓，是人是鬼，习惯冷漠中醉

how long has it been since I sunk into this world, forgetting who I ought to be? but no more can I feel the warm tears of my soul, so it truly matters not. how long has it been since I was blinded, forgetting who I once was? human or ghost, I’ve grown used to drunken indifference, so it truly matters not.

有个声音尖叫伤悲 狠狠抽我的心，怒骂我的无为 像场噩梦，缠绕我的魔鬼 死命狂追，嗜血无罪

out there is a voice, in sorrow it screams, as it flogs my heart, berating my apathy. just like a nightmare, tangled around my demons, in a desperate chase, bloodthirsty yet unsullied.

在人潮汹涌中孤独呐喊 烈日当空灼伤着我狂躁不安 那干渴已久再次跳动的心脏 烈焰烧得我狼狈不堪

in the bustling waves of people, I stand alone, screaming under the scorching sun, I am restless, burning that long dried heart, now once again beating in the flames, I burn, unkempt, crumbling

在这条无处逃���的路上 我能再次看到滴血花朵绽放 那也曾是我向往的豪情万丈 欲望之光，毁灭前觉醒的希望

on this path with nowhere for me to run once again can I see blood dripping and flowers bloom those too were the noble dreams I once had that longed for light, that hope of awakening before ruin

[abrandnewshadow]

[ps-cactus]

just this caramel baby sending hi to you ✨

okay jk there is also a photo dump, not enough shots of some scenes to make a post, so i'll let them rot be here

i wonder what she has to say to him

this is actually terrifying (must be for this goblin)

*up to no good*

these hair colours made me feel things

*showing off* he is a bad influence on her

pretty lanterns i wish i had mods to use them whenever

[yu4ia]

I'm so so SO embarrassed!!! I was teaching a lab outside and accidentally forgot my phone on a table there, and some of my students brought it back but the screen was still open to a joongdok board on pinterest 😭😭😭 and they handed it back to me like it was infected 😭😭😭 I was like why are you looking!!!! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING!!!!

[dengswei]

@asiandramanet creator bingo — black and white — yuan xia x wei ziqi | present, is present (2024) episode two

[hundredsspoons]

I have to imagine a reality where Knives succeeds in destroying everything Vash is and rebuilds him from the ground up to be exactly how he wants him to be.... only to realize that this isn't actually what he wanted. Vash without his personality isn't Vash at all. He's just a genetic copy of Knives. Knives realizing with horror that he destroyed his only brother. He killed Vash.

[beaujester]

favorite salt in the wound finales (in no particular order) kettlehouse amphitheater, bonner - august 1st (x)

[hockeynoses]

a musician needing to snz during a concert or recital... they can't stop playing. there's really nothing for it. they have no choice but to spray their instrument, themselves, the air in front of them; a total mess with everyone's eyes on them