#poor lil babie

[manny-jacinto]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 02x04  + reddit text posts (part 1) // (part 2)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 319

Ghosts can retreat to their core when they’re hurt enough. Really, when they’re close to a second death, or in such distress that they risk shattering themselves. They, for lack of better term, hibernate until it’s safe for them reform, and continue on their way. 

Halfas are a little… different. 

See, technically, they can’t die. One half will end up healing or reviving the other. But, they can still retreat to their core. The issue comes from well, the living half, that is, the half still made of flesh and bone. Which unlike ectoplasm, cannot shift and meld at will, and in fact? Most if not all of it is, once more for lack of better term, shed. 

Meaning that halfas, should they retreat to their core emerges with the body noticeably… smaller. 

Now of course they keep their memories, their core would never forget after all, unlike the brain which relied on more… fleshy means. Not that the current halfas were exactly aware of that fact when they instinctively did so in self preservation. They are… not pleased upon their emergence. 

The woman who stole their cores- which were apparently sold as gemstones what the fuck- is… definitely not happy either. And- okay that is not their english, where the fuck did they end up- 

[turtleblogatlast]

Turtle Tot Leo five seconds away from completely changing how he smiles and beginning his Lou Jitsu emulation

(Aka proof that I sometimes do work on art wow maybe I’ll finish this comic one day-)

[daisysplosion]

sucks to be toki huh

[alientimes]

childe comfort headcannons

gender neutral! all sfw

comforting you

this boy knows how to stop temper tantrums, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to take care of you

i have no doubt that he's comforted his parents and/or fellow shneznayans (did he have neighbors? i have no idea)

would bundle you up in a nice little cozy blanket burrito

makes you hot chocolate if he can

if you want to talk abt it, he'll gladly listen and stare at you while you vent, but if not, he'll also be plenty happy to ramble about his childhood (not the traumatized part) and family

he's here for you! he'll get you anything you need and will carry out any request you have for him

think golden retriever, he's a (murderous) golden retriever

if you don't want to just sit around, he'll take you fishing

or, if you're in shneznaya, either hiking in the snow to see the night sky (i feel like shneznaya would be the northern lights kind of place) or take you to his family for some family bonding time

comforting him

hold him please

would also very much like to be wrapped up in a blanket burrito

if you don't, expect him to be running out (either to kill someone or to kill some fish)

big tears, silent cryer

he'll want something to remind him of home, since he's rarely there

probably won't want to talk about it

would much rather ramble about his favorite things

let him

it helps him recover

if he's in a good mood, you might be able to ask him about it the next day

just be careful, he's probably still touchy about it

(somewhat obviously) hates/doesn't want to seem weak

[slotheyes]

When he loves u but he's also a lil unhinged... the duality of Luo Binghe

[grumpyghostdoodles]

The unexpected continuation of this post! And just like that one, I had to stop multiple times bc I was laughing too hard at Chara's first face

Based on these glorious dogs

[rebouks]

Robin’s first day at school after the winter holidays was just like any other; painful, overwhelming, and slightly boring.

There was a myriad of reasons he didn’t want to be here, but Oscar and Courtney were adamant it was somehow important-.. and mandatory, so Robin didn’t have a choice. They’d become immune to his avoidant shenanigans over time too, no longer were they so easily fooled, even when he’d made himself sick on purpose.

 He’d given up eventually, the worried glances they’d exchange each morning proving to be as tiresome as school itself. Pretending to be fine was better than being shipped off to some snooty shrink again; one who wouldn’t believe him anyway, who couldn’t even imagine the nonsense he was subject to on a daily basis, despite their fancy certificates hanging behind their fancy desks.

Robin was completely mute whilst at school, save for the odd whisper to Jude or sometimes Jacob, if necessary-.. but never Juniper. She was too condescending with her concern and far too obvious. He wanted to fade into obscurity, not be thrust into the limelight by an overzealous cousin trying to do the “right” thing by speaking on his behalf.

He’d resorted to telling her off in the end, her lip quivering as he explained how she was only making things worse. Robin wasn’t sure what had surprised her more, the fact that he was so vehemently opposed to being defended, or that he’d spoken to her at all. She’d acquiesced though, so that was something.

The only person he spoke to properly was nurse Wiles, or Silvia, as she insisted at this point. The cacophony of voices and Robin’s general disdain for being trapped in this hellish building for six hours a day usually resulted in a pounding headache and a disgusting, dissolvable aspirin; he was her most frequent visitor, discounting the child that was practically allergic to everything in sight.

He kept to himself as much as he could, scrawling out enough work to avoid being pulled up and listening to music wherever he could. He had a solid collection of tiny I-pod shuffles and headphones by now, enough to rotate between classes as they inevitably wound up being seized by exasperated adults.

His favourite deception were the decoy headphones, their obnoxious size drawing immediate attention and victorious confiscation. He’d huff and hand them over in defeat, only to thread a smaller more inconspicuous pair beneath his shirt and tuck them under his thick, curly mop as soon as their backs were turned; they were none the wiser, content with their perceived punishment. Robin thought teachers were supposed to be smart…

Though Robin’s long tangle of curls were useful in some ways, they also drew their fair share of unwanted attention. As if being provoked, shoved, tripped, and called “Mutey” wasn’t enough, he was often referred to as a girl, particularly by the other boys.

He wasn’t entirely sure why it was so hilarious, or why it never got old, especially since it was painfully obvious by now that he didn’t give a shit. He was used to being the proverbial punching bag. Being as different as he was obviously made him an easy target, almost as though he had a bullseye permanently woven into the fabric of his jumper.

He’d surmised that they had their reasons for picking on him though; some had parents who were just as cruel, some had none at all, some were desperate to fit in, and some were just too stupid to know any better.

Either way, Robin had decided a long time ago that he’d rather they mithered him with their so-called bullying than risk upsetting some poor schmuck who wasn’t privy to the concealed insecurities that diluted their venomous words and wicked laughter.

Most of Robin’s classes were raucous, yet dull. He could barely hear himself think over the combined clamour of diligent workers and class clowns, and since he could usually glean the answers to any questions from his classmates or the teachers themselves, he never saw much point in trying.

He knew it probably wasn’t great to miss out on the “working out” part of the work, but it was too hard to concentrate even if he’d wanted to. Oscar always helped him with his homework after dinner anyway, so a least he wasn’t going to end up completely lacking in the brain cell department-.. hopefully.

Swimming lessons and PE weren’t so bad, but art was his favourite class of all. Most people got too caught up in what they were doing to daydream noisily or obsess over potentially incorrect answers. There was no right or wrong when it came to creation, and Robin was actually good at drawing, painting, or whatever else his sticky fingers fancied throwing together.

His art teacher even let him wear his headphones during class too, so he’d get to sit at the back of the room in a blissful cocoon of loud music and pencil shavings, wishing every period were this laid back.

All in all, school was utter shite; and at the end of each terrible day when the bell finally rang, Robin was beyond glad that it was over.

Previous // Next

[radaverse]

what if they met way before they did

the baby

[neverswungonswingingstars]

Dale and Tim in The Newsreader s2

[arisatominakos]

i dont have time to explain why i dont have time to explain how much this series has meant to me since day one all the way back in 2014. here's to ten more years, guardians.

[artinandwritin]

@spacenintendogs 's dragons off the coast au broke my art block. I love the lil goobers

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 89

 The young justice team is in a bit of a pickle. It had been a usual mission, Klarion causing mischief again, before someone had mentioned the date. 

 The literal chaos lord had shrieked, stopping his attack, and asked for clarification. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because one moment they were in Happy Harbour, and the next they’re somewhere else with green everywhere and floating islands. 

 And Klarion doesn’t explain- not that they were expecting him to- and just bolts into a… wow that is a very big and scary looking castle. Keep? Honestly it’s if someone combined a gothic citadel with a clocktower of some sort. 

 Not important, because they had chased after Klarion who uh… Oh no, that is a Very big entity, that is two Very Big entities that could crush them in their fingers. And they are now stuck in this place seeing as the portal closed behind them. 

 Honestly Klarion is happy he made it home before curfew! Even if he had to bring his sort-of-friends with him to make it in time. It’s not his fault, he’s not used to having a guardian, nevermind two! Not to mention siblings, which he’s now the oldest of too, so he has to be a positive influence. Like teaching them how to properly do chaos without destroying a world. 

 Oh, but this is perfect anyway, one of his dads has been wanting to talk to the speedsters anyway, and his other dad is still under house arrest for the whole, trying to take over the living realm thing. But that’s not important, he has little siblings to introduce! 

[vanillavengeance]

HELP i doodled this in between reading chapters 7 and 8 and then it happened. not exactly but im still giggling regardless

once again i love them and they are my favourites

PPPFFFTTTTT YOURE A PROPHET LMAO

AND THEYRE SO CUTE AAAWWWW I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SUSNET DUO GAH 🧡🧡

[wttcsms]

baby rin is very special to me

HE'S JUST SO CHUBBY, AND HIS LIL CHEEKS ARE ADORABLE, AND HE'S SO SILLY AS A BABY 🥹🥹🥹 the jenga blocks???? jumping on the birds??!?!?!?!?! 🥺 but also his childhood, i wanna explore more of him + his parents.

also, baby/kid isagi will always always always have my heart PLS look at him

[wanderinguteruspress-blog]

Sometimes your big brothers are mean and call you a baby

Why are they so cute when they’re sad?

Med Student Feelings