#love can run faster

[jt1674]

[ruporas]

and together we set out on a journey to find treasure! (id in alt)

[ricky-mortis]

They're the best of each other!

[gaywineauntsstuff]

I love Jason and dick being drinking buddies who love shit talking the rest of family but also

Sometimes

When I’m craving peak

I remember that their relationship is low key messyyyy

I mean from Jason’s side Dick is the ideal son who Bruce loves, Jason saw Bruce’s absolute grief when bludhaven was nuked as red hood. As Robin he was constantly and unfairly compared to Dick Grayson bc while Jason was great. He had a normal but sad ass life while being naturally gifted and brilliant, dick was training before he could crawl, Dick had never learned to stay still while also being naturally grifted and brilliant. Jason couldn’t do the things Dick could do at 12 bc dick had been training for 11 years by that point but neither he nor Bruce really gave himself that grace. Dick is proof of the concept of child heroes, while he is kinda like proof that children really shouldn’t be on the field. Dick became this well respected, important person. He got to grow from Robin whereas Jason is still burdened by his time in the pixie boots.

And from Dicks side? Dick got out, he LEFT Bruce’s shadow and when Bruce gave his mantle to some kid? He was nice about it! I mean he was too busy with his amazing girlfriend and his team to really become hung up on it! He gave the kid his number and his OG Robin suit and goes maybe we can form a relationship. And then the kid dies and Dick is destroyed, not only did his kid brother die, his kid brother DIED in HIS legacy. And the Jason comes back. Steals his suit, and begins killing people. Nearly gets Dick killed by the cops and spends so long trying to ruin Dicks solid reputation. Not only that? But in the suit father preformed in? With the name Clark Kent gave him??? One of the men he respects most in the world? WHICH he proceeds to do again?? With their Dead Dads costume? After all the SHIT he spewed about no one giving a damn about his death. About how Bruce and his crusade killed a child. And he goes and not only hurts Tim, the brother Dick worked SO hard to build a relationship with bc the last time he got out a Kid died. But also Damian, a literal 10 year old. Dick sends him to Arkham bc when he got sent to regular prison he killed hundreds of people? And sure now?? Jason’s working with the family sometimes? But if it was just a difference in morals Dick wouldn’t have that much of an issue? He’s friends with people who have differing moral codes! Hell he’s DATED people with different moral codes. But? Jason made their beef personal and now Dicks stuck with the knowledge that his younger brother DID a lot of that to HURT him specifically. Bruce was dead for a portion of this? Did that stop Jason from trying to ruin everything dicks ever believed in? Nope.

Like Dick has to exist knowing that he loves his brother and his brother very well could and would do what he did to him again.

[bunnithechubs]

this is your friendly reminder to...

CLEAN OUT THAT CC FOLDER!!

[asthedeathoflight]

Ajax in Leave The Bronx Alive going from panicking that the doors aren't closing to mocking the Turnbull ACs literally the moment they close is soooo important to me. Yeah they are fucking slowpokes babygirl. Everyone forget about how you just thought you were gonna die fifteen seconds ago.

[wildsaltair]

you can’t show me this picture at 10:39 in the morning and expect me to act normal in any way, shape, or form

[bookshelfpassageway]

i'm gonna be the one insufferable bastard on this earth that liked everhood 2, huh

[odysseys-blood]

this was in the rambling of an art dump i posted in 2023 (dont go looking pls its old and ugly) but I WAS ONTO SMTHN FR FR HUH.

like obviously nothing is clear atm but it fits too well. i dont think minhyeok is just completely god itself though at least not without anything else to back that up rn but i think maybe him being created from a part of gods soul(?) would be more likely (so if he were a mirror of mc being descended from/sharing solomon's soul but still being a completely different person but not in the same way) and if we're playing by similar rules then him passing out could have been his "awakening" moment (like mc in ch1) and him feeling off makes even more sense bc unlike the mc he isnt completely his own person just being guided by someone sharing the soul because his isnt one that can be "shared" because its a piece of a whole and not one being carried over and reset.

[luneariann]

Miss when i was a kid and it was 100% acceptable to ask people to play tag with me

[sincerely-sofie]

I’m the anon that sent in all the Ruby stuff! It makes me so happy that you love her so much. I didn’t expect her to be such a beloved character to you and I was kind of nervous that you would have hated her tbh. ^^;

Something Ruby related — I had a fic about Twig and co. confronting the siblings before I ultimately scrapped it because I could not write villainous characters without making them feel cliché. I do remember this one line said by Ruby’s sister when she lashes out towards Twig:

“You wouldn’t get it. You have a cushy life style and you baby your daughter instead of actually raising her. We’re doing that ungrateful, spoiled brat a favor — we’re teaching her how to survive. You wouldn’t know the meaning of that with that silver spoon in your mouth.”

I don’t blame you for struggling with not making the siblings feel cliché— writing villainous characters gets 900x more difficult the second you don’t want to make them sympathetic. Ark was fairly simple for me to write, even in scrapped scenes where he was all-in with his villainous role during the events of the post-game. Twig’s aunt, meanwhile, gave me a heck of a hard time while I was developing her backstory.

[fishermcn]

@hearthtales

He was a peculiar guest, true, yet Maude treated him the same way she treated most guests at the inn — civil yet terse, never saying more than necessary, never getting too attached. Inwardly, though, she noted the cough, the rasp in his words, the soot staining his hands, the way his fingers strayed to something hidden at his throat. Curiosity stirred within her. What had brought him there? Why did he need to stay so long? These questions remained a silent lump in her throat whenever she saw him. And Feld… Feld possessed a sharp curiosity in him as well, she knew. Curious enough to slink through his dreams but not trap him in slumber. Not yet. It would watch him from the trees around the inn, its dusty form twisted into the feathered shape of a crow. Then one day, Maude opened a thumping at the door to discover the man bloody. She’d kept herself from getting attached to him. This was true. Even so, when his knees buckled and she caught him instinctively, a jagged memory flashed through her mind — Arthur, her dearest friend, dying in her arms. Her blood ran cold and her heart skipped a beat, and she had to shake her head to bring herself back to the present. “Easy, easy,” she murmured as she supported him through the doorway, feeling the slightness of his tall frame. She eased him onto his back on the floor, not wanting to aggravate any hidden injuries by carrying him too far, and rushed to close the door before she knelt beside him. Her calloused hands patted at his clothing gently, and her troubled gaze swept over him, searching for wounds. His shallow breathing worried her. She kept her voice low and steady. “What’s happened to you? Where are you hurt?”

Even with the full weight of him leaned against her there's scarcely any need to strain on Maude's part; beneath the tattered cloak and his worn leathers it's plain by the press of his ribs that Crow is both underfed and underweight. His crooked teeth are chattering in her ear, and there's a wet gasp loosened from his throat when at last his back meets the floor of the inn. There is a slight struggle against her hands upon her return, both defiant and feeble as Crow makes to curl in on himself, before a coughing fit robs him of the will to fight.

"M'chest. Can't breathe, sinkin' I am..." Crow murmurs, and it's clear when their gazes meet that he isn't looking at Maude so much as through her. He sucks in a greedy breath before another cough chokes him, and his stained fingers twitch towards the tattered scraps still covering his abdomen... where there looms a set of ferocious claw marks deeply set into his flesh. Stretching across not only his thin chest but near down to his belly, they well with fresh blood with every twitch and spasm on Crow's part. Yet the scent of iron is overpowered by that of brine, of something too long soaked within the waters of the sea only now being dredged upon the shoreline.

Crow shivers, trembling from head to toe, and without the scrap of cloth usually clung tight to his pain-twisted face he seems far more a younger man than the gruff figure that'd originally knocked on her door. He clenches his teeth against another wet cough, though rather than blood or bile that passes his thin lips it's water. Again and again his thin chest heaves, his back spasms, and this time there are clumps of seaweed joining the saltwater. More and more soaks into the wooden floor before Crow hacks up one last time, and a crab scuttles towards the hearth with waving pincers.

"Don't let'm..." Crow wheezes, sweat clinging to the thin lines of his face. "Don't let'm take me." Once again his restless fingers twitch towards his chest, only this time they succeed in pulling away and freeing the charm that'd laid hidden-- a pale thing of bone, etched with intersecting lines into some strange rune or symbol. Instantly his breath eases, and the uneven beat of his heart beneath Maude's hands slows as his fingers curl around the baleen.

[10-59]

would it be lame/annoying/etc. to do like a figure friday every now and then just to talk about parts of my collection…

[kraymerman]

Been obsessed with the Wa's lately. Wanted to draw this unused little gremlin (she didn't make it to Mario Tennis on account of being in jail for the attempted assassination of Mayor Pauline).

The roadants are the native creatures of the New Donk City sewers and are her subjects.

________________________________________________________

Wario Bros,

Come to the castle. Now. I've got a job for you.

DON'T BE LATE - -

Princess Wadstool

WAPEACH

[windupaidoneus]

really funny to me that ppl perceive emets solus body at like 60s. he looks blatantly younger than varis or like, the same age. varis is 46

[darabeatha]

ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀɪꜱᴍꜱ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ.

Bold - Always/Yes, Italic - Sometimes/Kind of

ᴇʏᴇꜱ.ㅤ avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when agitated, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, tears fall on their own but doesn't understand, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes constantly move during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ.ㅤ clasps behind back,  rest in lap,  fidgets with clothes,  twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles,  draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, makes animated gestures while speaking,  only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign,   callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others,  reaches out to seek comfort,  places face in hands when exasperated, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hand,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking,  scratches scalp,  strokes chin,  rubs back of head,  toys with objects around them,  runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ.ㅤ chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws,  resting frown,  resting smile,  neutral resting expression,  resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw,  covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed,  chews with mouth open,  smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins,  openly smiles,  tries to suppress smiles, rarely smiles, bares teeth when angry,  lips quiver when emotional,  stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ.ㅤ bounces leg when nervous,  draws knees to chest when sitting,  draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs crisscrossed,  sits with legs spread open in chairs,  crosses legs when sitting in chairs,  sits with one leg folded under the other,  places feet on furniture,  never places feet on furniture,  sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables,  sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up,  sits on the arm of chairs/couches,  feet on dashboard,  swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground,  stomps feet,  loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps.

ʜᴀɪʀ.ㅤ runs fingers through hair,  tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair,  twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face,  prefers long hair,  prefers short hair,  wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to comfort others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking,  flips hair out of face,  pushes hair out of face,  leaves hair alone even when falling into face.