#part 3 of 3 done

[leiandroid]

day three - if i was you, i'd wanna be me too collab with fic by kawwwaritai + a bonus 4th illustration within the fic !

“Hell, yeah, I’d wanna be me too!” He yells to the nearest bystander who, oh, shit, happens to be that kid. 

The kid who, he notices way too late, is already looking upset, and now that Yuri’s gloated in his face, is starting to cry. His stomach lurches. And oh, shit, his English sucks, but he’s pretty sure the attendant is admitting to Otabek that the kid had been trying for the bear all day. 

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[gatoburr0]

I HATE how this turned out WITH A PASSION.

[torsamors]

On Seatbelts and Sunsets - Hanif Abdurraqib

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC John Constantine's How To: Ghost Kids (pt.2)

[<- part 1]

"Oh, yeah," John jerks his head up like he just remembered the fact people are supposed to have names at all. He gestures to the kids, pointing to each of them as he introduces, "Daniel, Daniel, and Danielle."

This time, all three kids flip him off simultaneously. Bruce clears his throat, trying to figure out if Constantine is messing with him and, if so, in which parts. Since, so far, everything the man has said sounds like a poor attempt at pulling his leg.

"I don't think they like those," he cautiously says, and the kids whip their heads at him, nodding furiously. Bruce can't help but be just a little enamored with the way they behave.

"Of, sod off, at this point I don't care what they like," John straightens up with a dismissive, albeit weak, wave of his hands, and rubs his face, "They are menaces. Sometimes by accident, but mostly on purpose. Their grandfather thought it would be easier to handle them if they were not teenagers, and while I agreed with his reasoning at the time, I-" he glances at the kids, who all have displeased grimaces of various levels on their faces, "I have been made to reconsider. I swear that ancient bitch is laughing his ass off wherever he is now."

The kids suddenly grin. They are not very friendly, nor polite smiles - if anything, they look a bit nightmarish. An old grandfather's clock in his study makes a very loud ticking noise.

"See?" John whips his head to look at said clock, the expression on his face bordering on insane. His eye twitches.

If Bruce doesn't do anything now, he might become one of the very few people who managed to witness John Constantine, the Laughing Magician, have a meltdown. So he sighs and decides to solve the problems one at a time.

Which means that no matter how alarmed or suspicious he is, his first move would not be to interrogate either the man or the kids.

"You can sleep in one of the guest rooms, I trust you can find it on your own," he tells John, almost softly, as he catches the girl from slipping away from his lap, "Is there anything I need to know about children before you fall unconscious?"

John slumps with relief, so obviously that Bruce almost smiles. Hardships of raising - or, watching, for that matter - kids, he understands.

"Yes," he breathes out with an air of exhilaration and turns to the kids again, pointing to the middle child, "Danny is the original. He is from this dimension and timeline, that is. Dan," he turns his finger to the older boy, "is in the wrong timeline, he's Danny's future evil self redeemed into older bratty brother. Dani," he switches to the girl, "is Danny's clone, made by his arch-nemesis of a godfather. If she starts melting at any point, wake me up immediately. If any of them start floating, sprouting tentacles, speaking to walls in static, or glowing, don't."

Bruce looks down to the kids. So, definitely metas, that would explain the government trying to get them... Or, no, it wouldn't because he is fairly certain no government is going to blatantly ignore the Meta Protection Acts.

"Don't let them raise the dead, and if you give them food, make sure it doesn't have a face. If you find more than three of them, it means one of them has duplicated, don't worry, they will absorb it back later. Absolutely don't let them touch any guns," Constantine is backing down to the door as he speaks, his gaze flickering from the kids to Bruce and back every second. Like he is leaving a ticking bomb in Bruce's lap, and not three children. "Danny is, comparatively, the most responsible one, the other two are up for any dubious trouble they can get to at any moment. Oh, and their memories are wonky because of de-aging, they remember some things but not others, so if they say something particularly disturbing, it's most likely some random piece of knowledge they managed to keep."

Bruce raises an eyebrow. He did get the part about the kids being, well, abnormal in the matters of their origins, but the disjointed set of rules and advices doesn't help as much as Constantine probably thinks it does.

"Allergies, preferences, ages they were before?" He tries to get at least some more info down before John disappears through the door. Actually, maybe he should send someone to handcuff the man to the bed lest he disappears completely.

"None, but don't let them eat cutlery. Danny likes space, Dani has a thing for exploring, and Dan likes violence." The older kid stirs in Bruce's lap and says something in the direction of Constantine. No sound comes out, but the man seems to get what he's trying to say anyway, "Okay, yes, that was rude of me, sorry. Dan likes... exercise," he ends up with, and that placate the boy enough to slump down and cross his arms. John sighs, "They were seventeen, fourteen, and twenty respectively. Now," he snaps his fingers, and suddenly Bruce can hear the girl - Dani - humming a tune under her breath. So, he lifted the silence spell, it seems.

"Good fucking luck," John wishes to Bruce, earnestly, and all but vanishes away.

Bruce sighs and looks down to the kids.

"Are you hungry?" He tries, and all eyes are on him at once, attentive and unblinking.

"Fruitloops," Danny says, and while Bruce is positive that's the name for a cereal, he gets a feeling that's not what the kid meant.

[ibahibut]

💀: Fewer wounds, more kisses from me.

🐦‍⬛: Contract's accepted, mi amor.

Music inspiration: A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[slushglow]

the price of your mercy

[chio-chan2artbox]

Step forward - Part 2

Perry has made a decision.

Part 1, Part2, Part 3, Part 4

[zodiac-monkey]

[hellcifrogs]

Students' Students AU

Parts 1 (Sasuke) and 2 (Sakura) - Without the text.

[nhura]

Life is too short.

[ my art ] [ twitter ]

(detail + ratio rambling under the cut >_>)

This is one of those "I need a break between my ten other illustrations, let me do a lil sketchy sketch :D" that got too ambitious etc. etc. I never want to see the color red again" moments. BUT!

I really, really like to explore Ratio's viscerality and what's happening between his brain and his nerves, like... all of this thorough control and discipline and he still has to breathe and react to himself and his surroundings, you know? His accomplishments are insane for "his age"* but he's going to run out of "age" at some point! His ambitions are so far reaching that he's not worried about getting doctorate degree Number Nine! Rather, his efforts are pointed outwards, into the universe, for the universe. As you know.

Speaking of his degrees, I had a half thought a while ago that we've seen him with two types of laurel pins.

One is him in his suuuuuper cute mother goose avatar (three leaves) and the other is the hat he's wearing everywhere else (eight leaves).

The thought was, "Aww, what if they're like commemorative pins counting the number of his degrees or whatever :)". Literally only because there's eight in the current one. This is kind of silly because then you'd HAVE to have an obscene number of degrees even for a normal person for your leaf pin to start looking like a laurel in the first place so scratch that BUT it's cute to think that it's still academic regalia. Something something I work in higher ed myself and it's like... it's like that.

The university goldsmith appreciates the job security.

I REMEMBER WHY I BROUGHT THAT UP. FOLLOWING the fantasy where more leaves = more knowledge!, in summary, even though Ratio seems to be a little beyond trying to get a prize every time he learns something now. But he does want to Keep Going. He can only Keep Going.

So I drew him in a bathtub full of an uncountable amount of gold leaves looking at the camera with an indescribable expression born from a hunger that will never be satiated lol DETAIL SHOT!

*Referenced only vaguely in a comment in the context of astonishment, but it could have easily have been "woah he's accomplished so much for his age (young)" as it could be "woah he looks good for his age (older)". There is no canon age and even then, reconciling standardized system time versus planetary time versus "does his particular breed of lizard human have the same lifespan as tumblr user nhura?" is a losing game for everyone involved! Here's what I think: I think he started going grey in his early twenties, whatever that means in spacefantasygame, and that that's very cute on him.

Do YOU think Ratio would be tempted by immortality???? Or would he MIND HIS BUSINESS

[verflares]

as always, everybody should make sure to wish a big happy pride to whatever these two have going on 🎉

[c00kietin]

saw the image and immediately made me think of him :D

do not repost please! thank you <3

original image ⬇

[ptr-sqloint]

you too

[loudclan-clangen]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

in other news, congrats to the newest heirs of the Healer and Leader positions…

AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NOOOOOOOO

and a bonus, the "definitely not sisters":

Thank you! This art is so sad in the best way! I love the idea of covering wounds with animal pelts and the song lyrics are 🤌*mwah* perfect. Also I appreciate the pelt you drew belongs to the rabbit from Moon 25! Fun fact I colored that rabbit using Dashpaw's palette (minus the dark brown, that was to bring it out as the focal point) to foreshadow his death. I didn't really expect anyone to notice, especially because it was one of the first moons with shading, but it did make me feel like an evil mastermind.

It's difficult for the living and the dead to communicate to each other, but starclan cats definitely still know what's going on with the clan! So yes, Fiercestripe would have found out that she saved Thorn, but no, Dashpaw can't talk to his brothers. Dancepaw's ghost sense isn't strong enough to be able to make out any words, and Songpaw can really only see or hear Eklutna.

It was a combination of both. Fiercestripe refused to sell out the fleeing she-cats, and also didn't want the farm cats anywhere near Loudclan. Part of it was an emotional "This is my home and I don't want any trace of you in it" and part of it was a pretty rational "Owlstar's an idiot and Tundrafrost only sees the best in people and there's a non-zero chance that they fall for Coal's charismatic bullshit and end up allying with them". I can say as the author that they wouldn't have, but Fierce only had a few moments to weigh her choices and she made the best decision that she could.

Thank you! Can you tell I learned from old Riverspirit speedpaints? I watched them religiously as a kid.

[fawn-tongues]

Safe Bet