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[cheezekennith]

Felix run for your life-

Cleared version

This is what felix accidentally kills jack's children after the car accident

Based on this

[96coccinelle96]

Yes I know, this episode was ages ago.

Yes I know, that’s not the right type of trash can.

But I just wanted to draw him ughhhh 😭

[hologram-puppet]

romance club mcs in concert outfit ideas for tour season!

as my sweat tour hyperfixation ends, my short n' sweet tour era now begins and i thought this would be fun to incorporate my favorites as best as i could! (asset credits: malbgt & 8emi95)

[bigchuggg]

Charles: we kinda look like McDonald's employees

Carlos: it's fine , were hot.

Charles: doesn't change anything, but true.

[isame-allen]

Correct me if I’m wrong

But how the actual FUUUUH RICK is Edward surviving economics with that bubbly-himbo-like personality

I’m going through hell over here

[lunaticdrop]

Cuphead and Mugman doodle I did at school

[ririicherry]

AM I FAMOUS HELP

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AINT NO FREAKIN WAY

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Thank you to everyone for supporting me!

[daisha-mochizuki]

How could have Dick been so stupid?

He had never worked up the courage to tell Wally how he really felt, keeping him at a friend’s distance, and now that Wally had gotten together with Artemis, all of the hope he had been carrying was immediately thrown out the window.

Bruce was right.

Bruce had always told him that love was stupid; was pointless; was a distraction.

And now here he was: staring down at the orange poppy petals and blood he had just coughed up into his hands with a small sigh.

Served him right he supposed. With his best friend, no less. Dick sighed, flipping up his trash can lid and flicking the petals off of his hands before washing the blood off.

He grumbled to himself. “Of course the guy who calls me a manwhore is the person I fall for…”

Stupidity was what had gotten him into this situation, and stupidity would be his downfall. And yet he had also managed to fall for a stupid, stupid person who would never realize how much Dick was hurting, but he would never tell him.

Never in a million years.

He would continue with his friendship until his day came, up until his very last breath, until his lungs were filled with his speedster’s favorite flowers. He would make sure his only regret would be never telling Wally his feelings…

And then his gaze fell to one of his many notepads…

A soft, breathy laugh escaped Dick’s lips as the stupidest idea flooded his mind’s eye. He pulled out his chair, sat at his desk, and wrote out a long, heartfelt note to the person his heart, his entire being, belonged to, even if the boy he loved didn’t know it.

Dick kept his secret as long as he could, trying to calm any qualms his family had about why he wasn’t going on patrol anymore.

Alfred, of course, had been the first to know, since he cleaned all of the rooms. He was there to pat Dick’s back, to soothe the boy as he choked up the slowly-growing-in-size flowers blooming in his lungs, and shoving down his fears and worries and anxieties for the boy.

Jason had nearly punched a wall when he found Dick covered with blood and flower petals. He caught Dick right as he stumbled, the effort of coughing up the flowers making him dizzy. Jason had pushed past Alfred to get into Dick’s room (which wasn’t all that hard, given that Alfred had been half-heartedly guarding it per Dick’s request. Alfred had wanted the rest of the family to know; he didn’t want Dick to die without his family knowing the reason), and they both had gone into the room.

“Dammit!”

Jason hissed out, clinging to his older brother like a lifeline as he tried his gentlest to wipe away the blood and flowers from Dick’s mouth and chin. Alfred just watched in the background, leaning against the doorframe, all with a heavy heart.

Tim, despite himself, was the one who ended up finding out third. He had started following Dick whenever the older boy ran off, only to be left with the bloodied poppies that he would find in a trash can or strewn around the trash. A few hours of research later about the flowers and what they could mean, a panicked Tim ran through the house, trying to find Dick or one of the other family members as fast as he could.

Other siblings were told when found and joined in the search. An hour or so later, he was found in Jason’s room, curled up against Jason as Jason softly read a book out loud. All the siblings piled onto the bed, sobbing to each other.

Bruce was the last one to find out. All of the siblings stood around Dick as Dick and Bruce stared each other down.

When Dick finally broke the silence between them and spilled what was happening as well as the fact that he probably only had about one and a half weeks left, Bruce did a very un-Bruce-like thing. He got up and hugged Dick, nearly in tears as he squeezed his first everything in his arms.

First kid, first Robin, first sidekick.

First to truly die.

For the rest of Dick’s time, the family spent as much time with him as possible. They still had to go out on patrol, of course, to keep the illusion that nothing was happening, so they started scheduling times so people could alternate and switch up so they could all spend time with Dick.

Bruce might’ve been right when he had said that love was stupid; was pointless; was a distraction.

But, damn it, it was the best distraction Dick could ever ask for.

Jason had been the one home when it happened.

He heard Dick’s raspy breathing and his wheezing and Jason went running. His book was strewn on the floor, the boy nearly slipping as he rushed to find Dick.

Almost fully grown poppy plants were thrown around Dick. He was on his hands and knees, blood trickling down his mouth as he tried to cough. Jason fell down next to him, and he grabbed the older boy into his arms, trying to soothe him by rubbing his back.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, you can do this, breathe.”

“Jay…” Dick started, tugging slightly at Jason’s sleeve, “It… it was Wally.”

Jason looked down, confused slightly. “What was Wally?”

“These flowers,” Dick murmured, coughing hard. He could feel the flowers crawling up his throat, and he was slowly starting to panic. “There’s a note on my desk for him. Please, Jay.”

Jason froze.

Dick hadn’t told anyone who he had fallen for, and now here he was, talking fast in an attempt to get everything out before he couldn’t.

“Dammit, dammit, please, Dick!” Jason pulled Dick closer, trying to pat Dick’s back to soothe him. “C’mon, no, not yet…”

Dick curled up against Jason and was wheezing as he tried coughing up the fully formed orange poppy plants. Tears dripped down his face, his cerulean eyes bloodshot as he sobbed and coughed.

The only thing Jason could do was hold his brother, bringing him comfort, and watch as he died in his arms.

A final, pitiful wheeze brought tears to Jason’s eyes. The poppy plant poked out of Dick’s mouth ever so slightly, the roots finally overtaking Dick’s lungs and finally - and painfully - suffocating Dick to death.

Jason let out a choked noise, his shoulders trembling as his anger and sadness and grief welled up inside of him.

His brother was gone, and it was because of Wally.

“DAMMIT!!”

Wally would be gifted an envelope, a few weeks later after it had been written, at a small funeral for the Boy Wonder.

A very pissed-off Jason had been the one to drop off the letter, practically shoving it at Wally before storming out of the building where the funeral had been held. Despite Wally’s shock at the rougher display from the second-oldest-now-oldest Wayne kid, curiosity overtook the redhead as he noticed the softly drawn poppy flowers on the orange envelope, and he opened it up as well as slipped the note out. His green eyes scanned over the page, widening both from the blood and petals that covered the note and the inside of the thick envelope, but also from the words themselves:

Thursday, February 1st

Dear Wally, Happy Valentine’s Day. With the way these flowers are growing, I’d say I have about two weeks left at the very least, and I need to get this out now before I no longer have the chance. I love you, West, you naive speedster. I’ve loved you with all of my heart, and I have for all these years. For as long as I’ve been harboring these feelings, I had hoped they would dissipate. Alas, I see now that those feelings have brought around the end for me, and yet I don’t regret it. I’ve loved you, even if in secret, and damn it, loving you was the greatest thing I could ever do. I got to be the shoulder you cried on; the hand that you held through your darkest times; the annoying sun that reflected into your eyes off of your side mirrors. You were my world, Wally, and you’ll never truly comprehend how much you meant to me. Especially now, considering, well, I’ll probably (definitely) be dead when you read this. I’ll reiterate this again, since it probably wouldn’t have gone through your thick skull the first time around: I love you, Wally Rudolph West

(P. S. your red hair still matches his nose, by the way).

Wally couldn’t help but giggle a little at the little end message, but the small laughter quickly broke down into sobs, Wally hiccuping as he cried and sank down to the floor. His shoulders shook uncontrollably as he wailed in the grief that came crashing down on him.

His best friend, his best friend, had secretly fallen for him all these years, and had never felt safe enough to tell him until after he was dead. He cried alone in his corner for a while, being unbothered as mostly everyone else was crying or stuck in their own little worlds of grief, until he started coughing.

He coughed into his fist, wheezing slightly from all his tears, when he felt something fall into his fingers. His eyes shot open, and his fist uncurled, his fingers sticky with his blood. He gasped, and he nearly cried out.

Deep, cerulean blue aster petals were sitting ever so innocently in the palm of his hand.

Love was stupid, Wally told himself, quoting the words Dick had once told him. But he was a very very stupid man.

And stupid he would be, all the way up until his final breath.

“I’m feelin’ the aster, Rob,” Wally murmured aloud to himself, tears slipping down his face as he laughed hoarsely.

“Feelin’ the aster…”

[infectedrpd]

I had to witness finding this pic so you all must suffer with me. You're welcome

[roxannefrostfox]

I watched Sinbad: Legend of The Seven Seas a day ago and I thought “Man Rat is a really underrated character. He’s my favorite. Him and the dog (Spike) are like the best ones!”

For my own personal weirdness of them being underrated, I am now inserting my own character into the Sinbad Universe.

This is Wolf. She is a professional navigator and a bandit wanted in three countries. Mainly, she chooses to stay in Italy on account of it being her homeland. She grew up traveling the world along with her furry companion Torta.

(I know you voted to name her Imelda, but after I drew her, she looked like a sweet girl. So I named her Torta. Save your complaints for the comments so that I can immediately delete them.)

Also, apologies to @chimkin-samich and @telosfury for using Tari as a base sketch for Wolf. I am not good at drawing characters in an animation setting and in my head, Wolf looked really similar to Tari.

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[jaxrants]

Should I try selling pfps?

@puppet200 @zeroisreallygood @im-a-simp898 @purpleeggyboi @evry1h8s-me @aflairforthemelodramaticc @th3-r4t-48

[cyberl1n3vada]

Funny orb , i love my regretevator ocs that i cant make on roblox cuz i just cant im on phone and stuff

[bamthefox]

Is there any horror games where YOU are the horror

[theyarewatchingmeijustknowit]

They are me, I am them, we are the same

[fatisfab]

just sprinkling some Me on here because it's been awhile 😈🖤👅

[isame-allen]

Why did no one told me cross and dream are taller than itto

Arataki fricking itto