#ooc. I'M FINE. THIS IS FINE.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I know WFA is too OOC for some people, but I need that shit right now.

I do love seeing the Batfam beating the shit out of each other. I like how messy their relationships are and I have always loved flawed characters.

But idk, man, Batman #138 just really crossed a line for me and I need a reminder that there are other depictions of Bruce that aren't so fucking heinous.

I'll take this shit:

Over this shit:

Any. Fucking. Day.

[elv-arts]

I put him in hl2 hope that's alright lol. Hl1 is his brother's territory I decided. Mostly I wanted him to beat the shit out of a metrocop :)

He'll probably be fine. He's survived his life so far including one end of the world and his nerd brother's mad science antics. What's a little more of the same old bullshit?

I was just gonna do one or two doodles cuz I couldn't think of much. But then i was having fun :)

@bbg100

[notmoreflippingelves]

Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.

Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.

But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.

And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "

He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."

He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."

He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."

He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."

[dojimakaichou]

★. ―

Sebastian's words were answered with low, non - committal grunts — the sort of noise that suggested Daigo had heard but was not agreeing. Another knuckle popped, and he sucked in a breath. If not for the gentle pressure applied by the detective, he may have broken his own fingers. In protest, he pulled back his forehead and bumped it into the back of Sebastian's shoulder with a dull thump.

The only point that seemed to finally reach Daigo was Sebastian's promise to cut the thing out of him tomorrow. Behind the detective, he froze. His hands abruptly fell open, showing the minute cuts that he had dug into his palms with his nails. In the shadows behind Sebastian, the strange glaze over Daigo's black eyes, so much like that of an abandoned corpse, thickened.

That would do it — Sebastian would pull out the thing and bring Daigo's intestines with it or Daigo would bleed out from the botched attempt. Either way, the detective would be set free, free from the metaphorical noose that Daigo had around his neck.

"It's there," he said, voice distorted with that soft growl lingering beneath it.

For the first time since their latest reunion, Daigo's arms went slack. He inhaled deeply, mouth open against the detective's shirt. Sebastian wouldn't find it, but he would release them from it. Without Daigo, the rot in his belly would have nothing to feed on. No one to resent. No one to wish for.

Were Daigo in a clearer state of mind, he may have realized that the terrible darkness inside of him had not come from this place. It had been inside of his thick skull for years, buried under half - awake nights, excuses of timing, and the dull roar of a news anchor announcing the death of a city detective's daughter in a fire. Daigo broke a glass in his hands that night, he might have remembered. Seeing the name. The little scars from those cuts were still etched into the skin that Sebastian's thumb rested on.

I hate you, Daigo wanted to yell. I hate you for what I did to me.

The thing that was driving him mad wasn't inside of his torso — it was here, in his grip. Steadying him. It smelled like cigarette smoke, leather, and good coffee.

Suddenly, Daigo laughed. He had never done so quietly ; every peal that left his lips was always more like a loud bark. The ex - renegade slumped into Sebastian once the sound died, eyes closed. His insides twisted sharply, and Daigo swallowed back a mouthful of blood.

"I'll sleep, if it means you keep your word — though I am going to break your damn back if I try it like this," he quipped. There was just enough of a bite there to make him almost sound normal, as if he didn't have frothing scarlet running from the gaps in between his teeth and dripping onto his ruined clothes.

Daigo is so clearly unwell that if Sebastian stopped to think about it-- to really consider it, and the ramifications of it-- he might shut down in panic. The world they've found themselves in is bad enough, and the worst part of it isn't even the creatures. It's the oppressive sense of pounding in his head, it's the feeling that someone's driving nails into his skull, it's the phantom sensation of barbed wire around his throat and arms, it's the heaviness that comes with every sweep of a lighthouse a thousand miles away, it's the way his skin crawls and his blood boils and his veins are full of venom and everything here makes him so angry, so scared, that sometimes it feels like it'll bubble through his skin, and--

They put a thing inside of me, Daigo says, and Sebastian can't think about what that means. Even if the sympathetic pain is instinctive-- in his cursory examination of Daigo when they met again, he'd seen all the new marks he's made, and they sting on his own body even without his having them-- he can't dwell on the why. The moment he feels helpless is the moment he's lost. He's seen too many fall prey to that to pretend any different. And just as he's certain of his own downfall, Sebastian knows that the moment he gives up on him Daigo will be lost, too.

So he ignores the ache in his chest at the way Daigo pleads with him. He pretends he doesn't hear the stark difference between this shadow of a man and the bastard he used to write about every other night in report after report after report.

Though he's never seen Daigo so vulnerable, Sebastian denies him without hesitation: "I'm not gonna do that."

If nothing else, at least even in this world Sebastian is as stubborn as ever.

His hand slips over Daigo's clenched one, feeling the tension there and trying to ease it away in circular rubs with his thumb. "Doesn't matter if you end up hating me. Doesn't even matter if you try to hurt me, too." Sebastian's head turns, glancing over his shoulder at the top of Daigo's head. "I'll beat the shit out of you and win." There's not an ounce of hesitation there. "Way that you are now, I guarantee I will.

"And then I'll carry your dead weight the whole way."

He takes a moment to let that sink in, then scoffs and shakes his head. "So don't give me bullshit about 'leaving you behind'. If you really don't want to be a pain in my ass, you'll come with me willingly so I don't have to drag you."

Still, the thought of the creatures in this world setting a parasite in Daigo's body continues to eat away at the box Sebastian's shoved that insecurity in. The fear he might not be able to fix it lingers, threatening to spill out.

Wouldn't it be better to try and fail than to give up entirely? Sebastian thinks about the first-aid kit he'd taken with him since finding it in his solo exploration-- trying isn't impossible. Undoubtedly unsafe, but not impossible.

"Listen, after you get some sleep, I'll look for that thing in you tomorrow." Sebastian's brows furrow. "Maybe I'll be able to find it for you. Maybe I'll feel it wiggling or... God, something.

"Then if we're sure it's there then I can cut it out."

Hysterically, Daigo wouldn't be the first person he's sliced open in this nightmare, either.

[thatoneluckybee]

I put them in Discord again

[the-muffin-master]

"Since the Netherbrain fell, you and Astarion have seen more of Faerûn than you ever thought possible. One night, he tells you that these last six months of happy memories are the counterweight to two hundred years of misery."

idk what's up with my obsession with drawing astarion being happy and cared for but I'm sure it's not gonna come up in therapy. AFFECTION BEAM!!!!

[alwaysbethewest]

I'm gonna say something that 90% of you will hate but it's what's on my heart—now that we've seen Pedro and Vanessa speak in every interview about how this couple is so passionately in love and dedicated to each other and have been married for decades—I wish we could let this be the ONE Pedro character whose fanfic isn't completely overwhelmed by x reader fic instead of even consiiiidering respecting and exploring his canon relationship 😔

[piningpercussionist]

Did this sketch the other day; pls take my humble offering,,,

(Minor) alt versions and a meme under the cut-

You can thank Volt for that one btw.

If I were to post it separately the caption would probably be something like "Stealing my (in denial) lesbian roommate's boyfriend!! (It's for her own good)" or something idk sgfjsjdhf

[doorinthefloor]

Rictus are you going to write more today?

Yes. But first?

I gotta draw a big guy in a hat.

[incorrectgreatestestatedeveloper]

Lloyd, about Javier: I can fix him.

Messenger box: He's literally better than you???

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Banter

Notes I Pure fluff maybe + chung myung content ?!?! woah.. keep in mind that this is not edited and checked :3

Chung Myung will never let you live this down. No way. Especially when he, quite literally, had you pinned down. "Give up yet?" He asks, his tone teasing as he looks down at you with that shit-eating grin he knows you have a hate-love relationship with. God, you want to wipe that grin off his face so bad. "Love," You start, your tone seemingly pleading as you look up at him. The one and only Mount Hua's Divine Dragon, Chung Myung, swore he could explode at any given moment. And while that normally is a threat to the other disciples, it means something else now. Slowly but surely, you lean closer to him. You then pout, "Please.." A kiss, then you turn the tables on him. For a split second, he was caught off-guard with that kiss; you didn't waste any time switching your positions. How cute he looks when he's under you. "I'll kiss you, okay? So please, keep your voice down."

Notes II Chung Myung deserves all of the kisses and hugs in the world.

[eggyolkguzzler-archive]

Before I get to answering today's batch of asks, I want to remind everybody that there are human beings running these blogs.

We are regular people who are running these blogs to entertain ourselves and others who enjoy our shenanigans. We are not a helpline. We are not experts in any field and we are not qualified to help you if you need genuine help. And when you insult us, or when you threaten our safety, your insults aren't being thrown into the void. You are harassing a living breathing person.

This post is not directed at any of my lovely followers. You're all great. But if this post reaches the type of person who sees no issue with abusing askblogs, shame on you. Do better.

[knightwhoisni]

concept: unromanced eleanor as drifter's romantic advisor and wingwoman. how successful she actually is at this depends on how serious she's feeling.

[quietlyblooms]

i just wanna be honest real quick and admit that i cannot keep up with my dash at the moment. it used to be i could lurk a good deal during my work day, liking and commenting on posts/headcanons/etc., but that's not really the situation anymore. my managers are giving me more responsibilities on top of me just enjoying the people i work with and speaking with them a lot, so the amount of time i have here is shrinking -- and it's not even our busy season yet :' ) and honestly, once i'm home, it's a toss up whether i'll have the energy to be here or not. if it isn't work, i have personal things going on that sometimes tire me out mentally or tank my mood. i'm simply not in the same position i used to be, so the time and energy i'm devoting to tumblr can't be the same.

i know most everyone i interact with is very patient and understanding, but i just want to explain bc i used to be around a ton and could take the time to hang around on my dash. even if i wasn't writing, i was still interacting in some capacity and showing my interest and excitement. and i'm trying to continue that! but it's definitely slowed down on my end bc i'm just not here like i used to be.

so yeah! just a small thing to keep in mind going forward -- when i say low activity, i really and truly mean it unfortunately. but i thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me despite that <3

[ask-big-eyed3]

SMG3! You doing okay? Like.. This situation is stressful so just like,, you good??

Also did anything happen that we don't know about before this? I imagine you don't know how you got here but do you remember what happened beforehand?

(ALSO I'M SO INVESTED IN THIS BRO... good job creator 👍👍👍👍 idk what to call you but... Uh. YOUR NEW NAME IS UHHHH BUDDY CHUM PAL AMIGO FRIEND BUDDY CHUM! Good job. You get ur did it star)

3: I.... I'm fine. I'll be fine.

Desti: I'm sorry, SMG3 but... I want to know too, what do you remember?

3: .................................. I don't want to answer that.

Desti: ... I see... do you still want to come with me to meet Axol? Only after I rest up though. I haven't slept in long.

3: ...Uh- Yeah... That's fine with me.

[xiii-e]

[ OOC: hiii it's Moss again, hello folks o7 just wanted to give a general heads up that unfortunately the brain funk has Not meaningfully lifted yet and I'm having kind of a hard time managing plotlines atm, so while I'm still going to be active and trying to throw bits and pieces out, I'm not likely to be doing any big plots or character development for a while. I'm more likely to get some of my standalone writing worked on since there's no time pressure there though!! So if you see the Turtleshell fic series or a fun secret Khione project rocking up in the following weeks amidsts otherwise radio silence, that'll be why :3 ]