#maybe a cardigan!!

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i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[kerosene-saint]

me styling basic clothing into cute alt (scene and/emo specifically) outfits: :DDDD

me trying to style the highly specific super edgy "high fashion" alt wear: man I look like shit

[themoon-andtosaturn]

arrowhead n1

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There’s probably a section of Rhodes Island dedicated to vetting operator code names right? I’m envisioning a California DMV type situation like:

CARDIGAN

Operator: MY CLAN NAME

RI: NAME ON RECORD

Verdict: ACCEPTED

FROSTY NOVA

Operator: I HAVE ICE ARTS AND NOVA LIKE NEW

RI: TOO SIMILAR TO DECEASED OPERATOR.

Verdict: DENIED

PUDDING

Operator: CLOSURE STARTED CALLING ME THIS??

RI: WEIRD BUT NOT A SIN

Verdict: ACCEPTED

ICENOVA

Operator: I HAVE ICE ARTS AND NOVA LIKE NEW- NEW ICE LIKE FROST

RI: TOO SIMILAR TO DECEASED OPERATOR. STOP DOING THIS.

Verdict: DENIED

CEMENT

Operator: CONK-CREET

RI: Y’KNOW WHAT? SURE.

Verdict: ACCEPTED

ME FIST TOES

Operator: MARTIAL ARTIST I USE FIST AND TOES

RI: ME FIST TOES = MEPHISTO- REUNION. ALSO EW.

Verdict: DENIED

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we get a little silly

[saetiate]

hi cora!! if you have any thoughts to add to karasu taking a liking to you wearing loafers, i would be most glad to hear them… 🫣 otherwise please feel free to ignore this ask!! wishing you a pleasant day, friend! 💖💖

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hi lovely!! i just think karasu fits with a bit of a good girl reader sooo well (he can fit w other types of ppl too but that’s for another post)

i do think he has a little bit of a corruption situation too but not in the same way as oliver at all also he genuinely feels bad about it

like you’re ordering a drink from a cafe and the barista says something that makes you giggle and he’s like awh you’re so cute. and at the same time he’s also like god i wanna have her over the counter. and then he catches himself thinking it and he’s like what the fuck internally to himself LMAOO you’re just being you and his mind is spinning bc he wants to treat u right but also everything else

he’d treat you so right tho like i imagine your first time w him is like. he’s always checking your reactions the whole time. asking if you’re okay. making sure you’re not hurt and it’s not too much like he’s so considerate and careful because he wants this to be good for you i think bc of this it also takes a bit of getting to know each other before he starts to show how much of a freak he really is LMAO LIKE he’s a little afraid to show you. like he's tryna hide so bad that he wants to make you come over and over again in succession with just his mouth. not just because it might be intense for you but also because you'll see how insane it gets him when you look at him and how badly he needs it like he does not think he'll be able to hide how he feels once it's happening.

takes a little coaxing. like a session that’s more intense than usual and he’s apologizing and you have to tell him it’s okay and that he can keep going. or bringing it up to him upright that u wanna try something. then you start getting into like real kink sex with him with overstimulation and denial and bondage. he is KING of aftercare though like always making sure you’re okay, if you need anything, preparing water and food and creams to ease any pain or abrasions and helping you in the shower/bath

yeah veryyyy considerate man with his good girl just tryna do right by you

[pain-in-the-butler]

A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @karafina! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹

[ai-kan1]

J J J J JAMIJUN 😳

OF COURSE U WOULD ASK FOR THAT 🙄 /J

Anywayy Jamijun childhood friends au in modern setting...

[horrendousmustard]

Pochacconeki (*´꒳`*)

[youremyonlyhope]

I love when I see posts like "Share how many crochet WIPs you currently have! I have 5, it's so many!"

Like, girl, I have unfinished projects from over a decade ago that I refuse to frog on the off chance I decide to finish them. I've found years-old projects I forgot I even started and will impulsively just finish it on the spot. I've started three different projects in the last 2 months, including one I started yesterday, that I already know I may or may not finish within the year depending on motivation.

The number of WIPs I have is infinite.

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there he is......the man of the house

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Peter by Taylor Swift / The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

[the-art-of-sanshoku]

Tokucember Day 19: Anniversary

I didn't really know how to interpret this one but uh Kuuga turns 25 next month sooooo old goichi for you today. Ichijo would be turning 51 this year, cute right? In 2025 godai has a smartphone but hasn't quite mastered selfie taking :)

Full pic under the cut:

[bebemoon]

look for the name: LUANA

lisa marie fernandez balconette seersucker high-waist set in black + santangelo "glory's forever" waist chain in silver

baserange "mun" ultra soft overknee socks in green + staud mini leather palm bag in paper white + santangelo "heishi" single shell and pearl dangle earring in silver

acne studios platform sandals in dark brown

henry rose "dark is night" eau de parfum

sophie buhai small fan shel clawl hair clip in brown

[moonmacabre01]

Lamb Partizanne. She probably goes maeeh when surprised

[haveihitanerve]

Cardigan

my contribution for Batman Day

It wasn't supposed to end like this. 

Stranded on a planet, a million miles from earth, with a broken ship and a Lantern who flew off three hours and twenty seven minutes ago, and all Bruce can think is “It wasn't supposed to end like this.” He’s supposed to be Batman right now. He’s supposed to be fixing the ship, maybe catch Hal on his way back. Instead, he’s Bruce, just Bruce, sitting on the rocky outcrop of what appears to be a cliff, legs propped up, arms folded over them, watching the seven suns set. The wrench is laying back by the ship. 

He isn't even sure, entirely, how he ended up so far away, sitting here. But he can’t bring himself to stand up, to walk away. To even look away, at this point. “You would’ve loved it.” He murmurs, quietly, to himself. He knows he doesn't have long, the oxygen levels here are lower than on Earth. And at this point, Hal won’t make it back in time. Maybe, if he had kept his mask on, it might be different. Bruce doesn't mind. He doesn't care. 

His eyes drift over the four separate suns, sighing contently. The planet is some sort of red giant, dusty and purple and red and beautiful, really, is all Bruce can come back to. And, how much his children would have loved to see it.

The purple rocks stain his hands, and he can’t help but think of Stephanie, how she once stained his hands purple too, with glitter though, not rock.

He knows that it’ll be a shock for Hal to find Bruce Wayne here, instead of Batman. And he knows everyone would expect him to be thinking of his parents. As his last thoughts. But, they're faded. In the back of his mind. 

Bruce can’t look back right now, for some reason, when for his whole life it was all he did. Batman, the Wayne Foundation, all of it was for the past. For what could have been if his parents had lived. But now? Now all Bruce can think of is Dick. 

All he can think of is how his oldest son is going to have to decide if he’s going to be Batman, or if he’s going to reveal Bruce’s identity. If he’ll reveal his connection to him.  All he can think of is how he and Jason never really recovered, not really. That he never managed to tell his son he misses him. That he loves him. He told him, of course. But he regrets all the missed opportunities he would have in the future. He misses the fact that Jason has, so far, never believed him. And now probably never will.  All he can think of is how he never told Tim enough times how proud he is. How amazing Timmy is. How grateful he is that his little boy forced his way into his life. How he’s left the company to him. Because Tim was always better at all that than Bruce. Than anyone else.  All he can think is how Barbara will never know she’s the reason he’s managed to hold on as long as he has. She was there, for everything. Through Dick leaving, through Jason, through Tim. Through all of it, she was the one in his ear, reprimanding him for getting too violent, reminding him to eat, scolding him for not using proper manners.  All he can think is how he won’t be there for Cass’s dance recital next week. How he won’t get to hear her grow more comfortable with her own voice over her body.  All he can think about is Damian, his little boy. How Dick and Jason and Tim and Barbara, will have to step up and raise his son. How he’ll never get to see his son grow up. 

All Bruce can think about, as he watches the suns dip beneath the horizon, is how much joy his children brought to his life. And how he’s now broken his promise. 

“Come back home.” Dick whispered. “Come back home.” Barbara whispered. “Come back home.” Jason whispered. “Come back home.” Tim whispered. “Come back home.” Cass whispered. “Come back home.” Steph whispered. “Come back home.” Damian whispered.

“I will.” He promised, every time. Without fail. A promise, an oath. His solemn vow to them. To each of his partners. Not sidekicks. Partners. His equals in every way. The ones who had shown his joy and wonder and had given him laughter and life. They had drawn stars around his scars, had brightened his world. 

No, as Bruce stares out across the darkening planet, he does not reflect on the past, on what was, on what could have been with his parents. He thinks of the suns that brightened his world, and what a shame, what an absolute shame it is, that they won’t have him orbiting them anymore. He regrets that much, at least. The repetition of the past. No more willing, but he’s leaving them nonetheless. 

“It wasn't supposed to end like this.” The words echo around the deserted, dark planet. A light breeze ruffles against the mans dark gray cardigan. A green light comes a few hours later, illuminating the world like a flashlight. Its green, not red or gold or black or purple. And it is far too late.

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okay that got wayyyyy dark wayyyy fast- literally imma share a bit of my thoughts with you- this was the reminder i wrote for myself for this-

Batman Day. Write him. just him. For the love of God only write about him. No focus on anyone else. As hard as it is because he’s defined by his family but none of them! Only him. No parents, no kids. Maybe parents. Origins. Write his origins. 

... like... clearly I failed. very clearly. But oh well my hands and my brain vs me are two different things so... I hope you enjoyed at least! :)