#just a lil thing ...

[were-wolverine]

- at jason’s safe house -

jason, who just woke up (and is wearing a nightwing hoodie): what the fuck

dick, who broke in while he was asleep to steal his food: gasp!

jason: ugh. why are you here?

dick: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME LITTLE WING

jason: ??

jason, looking down at his hoodie: wait, no-

dick: *tackles him in a hug*

jason, muffled: i hate you

dick, grinning: love you too, jay

[dontlewdyourloli]

RUBY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[isaiah-the-starborn]

she is my roman empire

[chixyart]

"Why are you looking at me for?"

🧙‍♀️💐

[fallenrain40]

lil gif for @ask-the-rag-dolly 's au where every anon that sends asks is a lil virus in ragathas head :D i made this cause this blog is taking up 90% of my brain chemistry rn, i love seeing girl get tortured fr (actually i cant bring myself to do anything mean to her, im the one that just keeps talking about ragdoll cats i need her to interact with one to heal my soul, but good on everyone else for bullying her keep up the good work i love to see it👍✨ HHGHSFSHGK)

i literally never draw people and i rarely animate i think i was possessed to make this LOL-

[artlyloser]

wip wop of my reasons to live

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Can you imagine being a mortal scientist who studies stars or space or similar fields after Artemis created the constellation to honor Zoë Nightshade? You have no knowledge of Greek gods, no idea that this Huntress really existed, no idea how a new constellation has just been formed out of stars that never even existed prior to one random night in December. You’re worried it’s a sign that the gasses that make up stars are becoming unstable or that more stars are being created, faster than discoveries can keep up with them. You have no idea what this means for your field, but it definitely changes the focus of all the discoveries you’ve made in the past year. You decide that many of the scientists in your field should gather to discuss this new phenomenon, but you have little hope that the discussion will bring any greater understanding. You are very concerned.

[elizzsush]

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[dony-toonasks]

There’s a quiet rustle, alongside a shaky breath. A Toon shuffles into view, carrying a lone notebook. She looks back towards the way she came from. Floor 50 was all she knew. Yet she couldn’t help from here. It’s clear something is going on.

It was time to start heading up, and try to make it to the rest of Gardenview. “Alright…” She breaths. Wiping some Ichor from her glasses, Dony heads on further. “Worst that happens is you die again, Dony! Hahaha…ah…”

*Dony is officially on the move, and OUT in person! No more notes and worries!*

[cloudyswritings]

You are a hagfish. Jawless, slimy, and nearly eyeless. You drift across the eye of the abyss, curling your sinuous around and through itself.

Scent. The brief taste of curdled, rubbery meat on the currents.

You move with purpose now, a fathomless hunger coils in your guts. How long has it been since you last fed? Long? Longer? Longer than that you think.

If you had a jaw- something you've seen the other, larger, faster beings have- it would be clenched in anticipation. But you do not have a jaw, and so you writhe onwards, unerringly following the scent of a fallen behemoth.

Time is foreign to you, it's a construct of the sunlit world, a world to which you do-not-cannot belong. Instead you measure by scent, and the fleeting pheremones of you kin.

You've been tasting them more and more now, they're doubtlessly heading the same call that drew you in. And soon they will join you, and you will coil, and entwine. churning against eachother in an experience sideways of violence.

Hunger, you decide, is the main driver for your kind. At any other time, in any other place the twisting forms of your brothers, sisters, siblings, would signify scarcity and bitter competition.

But not here. Not now.

You inhale deeply, the taste-scent-touch of doughy, moldering flesh brushing against your mouth.

Not now. you think again, contorting yourself into knots and tearing free chunk after chunk of glorious putrifaction.

Here. You think. Everyone eats their fill, and more, and more. Hunger- the sole drive of your lowely kind- has no place when one feasts on the flesh of a fallen god.

[l0serzxd]

I’m not sure if I’m even gonna finish this, but I felt like posting it here.

[honeydots]

peri doodle :3

[a-strangers-thoughtss]

It was cold, so cold.

He really liked it cold.

The cold had become a staple of life in the Apocalypse, but this was so much worse. The world was cold because Mike was staring off into space, unmoving and Will was the only other person anywhere near him. There was no music, the radios were broken into hundreds of small pieces, and he was alone.

There was no way out of this.

Mike was going to die.

And it would be all his fault.

“Mike, Mike wake up, please.” He shook the boy in front of him, his voice was getting higher, more desperate.

“Mike, please, please wake up. I can’t loose you. I can’t do this on my own.” Tears were falling from his eyes now, memories of Vecna, the mind flayer, and every other horrible monster he’d witnessed flashing behind his eyes.

“Don’t leave me. Please. We need you, I need you.” His voice was cracking, words coming out more jumped and broken.

“MIKE! MIKE! Please, you’re the heart. You’re my heart. I can’t, I can’t live without you.” He was screaming, body shaking, wracked with violent sobs.

“I love you!”

The snot and steady stream of tears grew even stronger as Mike lifted off the ground. And there he was, that one faithful day where their lives where flipped upside down.

The demogogorgan chasing him, none of the phones working. Then standing in the shed, gun cocked, watching as the lock on the door slowly opened.

He was just a scared child again.

But then he remembered something.

He started to hum the first song that came into his head, the song he had used to soothe himself as a child in the upsideown.

“Darling, you got to let me know,“

Mikes eyes rolled back In his head.

“Should I stay, or should I go?”

There was young Mike, and his awkward little hug when Will was in the hospital after his first time in the upsideown.

“If you say that you are mine,“

Confessing that asking Will to be his friend was the best thing he’s ever done.

“I'll be here till the end of time.”

Will felt it, he felt the stab of pain that Vecna was feeling, he knew something was happening. He knew Mike was fighting.

“So you got to let me know, should I stay, or should I go?”

Mike faltered, suspended in mid air.

“Crazy together, you said crazy together.

He fell straight down. Will caught him as best as he could.

His eyes closed and reopened, focusing.

“Together.”

Will clutched Mike to his chest, sobbing into his shoulder. All Mike could do was grab Wills neck and whisper

“it’s ok. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

[timaeusterrored]

(Beloved Magic)

((I’ve just finished the Winter Palace today and got inspired))

Uldreiyn was beginning to believe the ball would never end. After everything, his body ached, he was exhausted both physically and socially. And while people were congratulating him and the Skyhold hall was beautiful and finished, he wanted nothing more than sleep.

The others bid him goodnight, once again stating their victories as they walked off to bed. Uldreiyn stood alone in the hall, looking around the shiny new statues before he felt something warm take his hand.

“Honestly, that was one of the better parties I’ve been too. The bodies and blood, scheming- it was just like home.” Dorian rambled as they made their way up the stairs, hand in hand.

Dorian had begun to undress, still talking of the evening with excitement. He smelled slightly of wine and perfume, and Uldreiyn briefly wondered how his lover wasn’t tired.

The elf collapsed face first into his pillows, still in his fancy attire. He almost drifted off to sleep when he felt someone grab his ankle and begin to unbuckle his boots.

“What-“

“You can’t seriously think I’d let you sleep in your fancy clothes, amatus. That’s hardly comfortable. Sit up.”

Uldreiyn was still getting used to this, to the love Dorian showed him. And now he was being undressed, warm hands gently touching closing wounds. He noted Dorian still hadn’t taken his clothes off entirely.

Warm hands cupped his face, tilting his head up but he could barely keep his eyes open.

“I enjoyed our dance.” He mumbled sleepy, hearing a soft chuckle. Then warm lips on his own.

“So did I. Now let’s get you tucked in.” Dorian whispered before letting Uldreiyn fall back.

It wasn’t long before his lover crawled into bed with him, bringing him close. The two fell asleep safe in each others arms, Dorian humming a song Uldreiyn could swear they played tonight.

[suna1suna1]

@shadamytober Day 27, "Ghost"

They have a date in a cemetery

Inspired by Ghost Choir, by Louie Zong

[coolskeleton15]

Throws this creature at you and runs away

Pats it on its head...... tge silly