#kinda hurted tho

[screamingintothestarss]

halfway done with wildflowers chapter three and i may have caused myself emotional distress

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS S1 EP7 ↔ S2 EP6 (2021-2024)

[medicalunprofessional]

[nouverx]

Thought of a cute Hazbin au idea. What if it wasn't Alastor who first approached the hotel in the pilot... but Rosie? And of course she'll drag Alastor along. Let's forget about that 7 year disappearance and jsut say he was crashing on her couch like a lazy cat for this and she wants him to help the hotel as payment for letting him crash there

I'm so so sorry the only thing I focused on was "he was crashing on her couch like a lazy cat" bc I love it 😭

I wonder where he lived before crashing at the hotel? Maybe he had a cute little appartement at cannibal town who knows. But I like to think he used to be Rosie's roomate eheh

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[bunnieswithknives]

erm can we see more deer dale he's so silly

Deer Dale!!! Now with full antler face like I initially intended but could not figure out how to draw at the time

[momomallowart]

He misses his dad.. 🥺

[gotchibam]

Heyo! I'm still currently working on my backlog but I also have upcoming rent to pay this week so I'm opening another batch of comms!

This time I'll be doing pokemon / pkmn OCs in the style of Pokemon Cafe Mix :)

So it would look something like this:

Only opening 10 slots for now! I'll try streaming the process for them as well if I can ^^

Slots are available thru ko-fi here: https://ko-fi.com/c/0451254ff4

Thank you sm!! 💛💛💛

[sysig]

Rainbows (Patreon)

[temeyes]

my hands are hurting, drew keikei to cope!!!

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Screaming.

Please do not do this but I just screamed for 30 minutes so here’s what you should know.

Can’t do it continuously for very long, have to stop to breathe (amount of time and breaths it takes to recover depends on how long you hold it)

It is EXHAUSTING. Seriously, if your whumpee has been screaming for more than thirty seconds multiple times, they won’t have ANY energy to fight back against the whumper. My head was hanging down for a bit because I was just so tired. The exhaustion also caused dizziness when I stood up. Also it’s been around five minutes and my throat still hurts super bad.

Oddly, I could still talk, maybe a bit of rasp in my voice but still effectively and fairly easily. (Again, about thirty minutes with tiny breaks)

Seriously when the exhaustion hits, it hits H A R D

Mouth kinda hurts too tbh

Heart beats pretty rapidly during and shortly after

My head hurts

Both hurts and helps to cough

Update an hour later: slightly hurts throat to talk

Moral of the story:

Don’t scream so much that you exhaust yourself,

Make your whumpee scream to the whumpers content

[hachiibun]

Commission for @rachwavs of Ach/eron caught in the rain! Maybe she should've hung onto that umbrella...

If you like my drawings, and are willing and able to do so, please consider commissioning me, pledging to my Patreon, or donating through ko-fi ☕! You're not obliged to, but every bit helps to keep me living decently and I really do appreciate it!

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[nelkcats]

Nature is watching you

It had been days since the Justice League had begun fighting the most powerful entities they had ever seen. Days since the earth itself had been against them.

It all began when the weather changed from one second to the next: Heavy storms in Metropolis, hail in Gotham, blizzards in Central City. Then carnivorous plants grew at every point on earth (and it wasn't Poison Ivy, they checked), by which point it was obvious that a larger force was to blame.

John Constantine identified them as "Vortex" and "Undergrowth", though he couldn't quite explain what they were, however he warned them not to confront them, letting them get bored would be the safest thing to do (the man looked uncharacteristically pale as he commented the last part). The League did not listen to him, worried about civilian casualties and confronted both beings anyway, they had fought Gods, surely it wouldn't be different.

It became clear that they made the wrong decision when they noticed most of their members were incapacitated or injured after a couple of days, and the beings had not been harmed in the least. Vortex laughed as Undergrowth looked at them, disgusted.

Their last confrontation was in Gotham so it was no surprise that Nightwing and Red Hood continued to evacuate civilians to a safer location. Jason noticed the moment when one of the civilians ran the other way decisively, the vigilante sighed as he indicated Nightwing that he would go after him. His brother nodded before Red Hood chased after the stupidly brave black-haired, blue-eyed boy, damn, he hoped Bruce didn't see him.

Unfortunately, he was just in time to see him run over to where the League was and stand in front of the two enemies, it was obvious the heroes were trying to push him away but they were either too hurt to move or didn't notice. Jason was about to yell at him to get out of the way when the boy spoke.

"STOP!"

The boy was clearly frustrated, and his face wore an annoyed expression. Jason noted the moment when the rest of the heroes noticed the boy standing in the middle of the battlefield. Supes had a devastated expression on his face.

Jason ran to the boy (who was strangely fast), he didn't know who he was but he would hate to see him die. He wondered if it was too late when both beings noticed him. They seemed strangely frightened? Jason guessed it was a trick of their eyes.

The battlefield was suddenly silent. It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.

"I told you to stop" the black haired boy spoke again, his voice echoed in the silence, annoyance could still be heard in his tone. It was obvious he wasn't afraid. Without the heroes noticing, the plants and clouds stopped moving.

Quickly coming to his senses and noticing something, Superman shouted a warning as he looked at the hand of one of the beings pointing at the frail boy in front of him. He looked at Red Hood, who was running towards the scene but wouldn't make it in time, before looking at his own body, too damaged to move.

Contrary to what everyone expected, both beings lowered their heads, clasping their hands nervously, as if they weren't sure if they should kneel.

At the end, they lowered their heads in front of the boy in submission, looking defeated and strangely embarrassed.

"Sorry, my King" both said.

Danny snorted as he folded his arms. Jason, who had made his way over to where the halfa stood, looked at the three confused, what the fuck?

[danersion]

I just rewatched Gravity Falls, and it has been on my mind lately.

It's pretty obvious everyone has a soft spot for Mabel, but Bill in particular put her in a bubble where everything she ever wanted came true. I mean, she could handle Weirdmageddon pretty well—heck, she did! He could have just bailed or made her a stone, but she practically had her own penthouse in his new domain. He definitely has a soft spot for the shooting star.

So does Bill see himself in Mabel? They almost had the same sparkles in their eyes when Bill was a kid. Innocent, cute, and also:

"Just a little more summer (she was gonna lose Dipper and not see her friends for years if not forever)" or "He wanted to show the stars to everyone," -they have the same vibes [and the silliness y'know]

Wanting to share something beautiful with the people you care about just once or try to lengthen the time because it will never come again (also I'm really glad people are defending Mabel, she was just a kid).

Bill was just trying to justify that action by fitting it in his narrative, and it does! (déjà vu) So we glossed it over, but now it might be plausible.

tldr: Bill sees Mabel as his younger, innocent self and wanted to comfort her in his twisted way with a little spin to make it sound like it's just part of his plan.

[codgod-moved]

gay and happy :]

[signanothername]

what would happen if Color dies instead of Killer? Like Killer fails to do something and in result NM offs color instead, like a lesson. How would killer react??

Ugh man it'll destroy Killer

and not even in like a tragic screams and curses to the sky and claws at Nightmare for it kinda thing, but a cold shift from stage 1 to 2, just Killer immediately disassociating from his pain, just a frown (and tears???) shifting to a dead smile

losing all hope he had a second? third? 10th time? he doesn't remember, and not even having the capacity to feel it, just numb immediate acceptance and thinking of how stupid he was to believe he could've had a better life, to think he would be happy at all

immediately, surrendering his freedom to Nightmare again and letting Nightmare do whatever he wishes with him, it's what he deserves isn't it?

maybe even eventually the memories mesh together, and Killer starts questioning himself if his escape ever even happened, if he ever truly lived with Color, or simply just his mind playing its usual tricks on him

if Color dies then it just means Killer gets back under Nightmare (who's now even more ruthless than he ever was before), which Killer simply thinks that it serves him right for being a traitor, for having the audacity to leave in the first place