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Pentellow x Iris, Wedding AU
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Not my design
Awww, they're married
Only in sister's and mine au
In YouTube, there was a video which they dance, so she @alicornfunid remake or redraw or whatever
#pink corruption#jsab#just shapes and beats#my post#the pink corruption#jsab au#tpc jsab#jsab tpc#pentellow tpc#tpc iris#tpc au#tpc#iris pink corruption#iris tpc#tpc pentellow#pentellow pink corruption#red in fears tpc au#red in fears pentellow#red in fears iris#red in fears#pink corruption iris#jsab iris#jsab pentellow#pink corruption jsab#pink corruption pentellow#pink corruption just shapes and beats#the pink corruption au#pink corruption alternatives#pink corruption au#brittcorruption
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I will say despite all my issues with the new boy wonder issue this panel is so funny as Jason basically went
#dc#dc comics#batman#the boy wonder#wednesday spoilers#tuesday spoilers#jason todd#red hood#not my art#but this is one of the things i actually liked about the issue#jason being feared but also casually saying hey to people on the street#the DUALITY#the boy wonder spoilers#the boy wonder issue 2#oifaaaposts
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When Bruce said he was proud of Jason for stepping away from guns, Jason immediately clarified that he wasn't doing it for him.
When Dick said he was proud of Jason for stepping away from guns, Jason didn't feel the need to clarify this.
Interesting contrast I noticed.
#dc comics#dc#comics#comic books#batman urban legends#red hood cheer#nightwing comics#nightwing 2016#nightwing fear state#nightwing annual#batfam#batfamily#batkids#character dynamics#jason and bruce#jason and dick#jason todd#red hood#the red hood#character analysis#comic analysis#media analysis#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#batman comics#red hood comics#parallels#parallelism
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Vincent Price interview on the set of The Masque of The Red Death (1964)
#vincent price#the masque of the red death#masque of the red death#edgar allan poe#interview#fear#fears#cobwebs#horror movies#bts#behind the scenes#classic horror#omfg#hes so sexy#and so cute.#sjsjjsnxksjskkskskssk#i desire him carnally#bicon#bisexual#horror#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome#gif#gifs made by me#gifs#my gifs
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Sarah Fier’s Cursed Hand
— by Houston Sharp
#fear street#painting#artblr#art#artist#oil on canvas#oil painting#classical art#goth#gothic#dark art#witch#witches#witchblr#gothcore#dark academia#red academia#rural#rural gothic#ruralcore#rural decay#witchcore#appalachian witch#appalachian gothic#art gallery#chaotic academia#spooky#artists#art community#art history
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i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk megumi#megumi#looks at clock UHHHHHHHH oops#i got lost in the sauce that is rendering his gd chin and under his lips.... ive been in stylized anime mouth land 2 long i fear#i had forgotten how much of a pain those shadows are :'>>> eSP at a lookdown angle#fought a bit but little did he know i spent years doing coloured pencil portraits. this is My domain#god but the rest of the skin render was so FUN i love . warm grey in2 brown in2 red/orange fr the deep underneck shadow#lip tint heavy blush freckles glossier model fushiguro megumi...........im a believer i fear#had a bit of a hard time finding a middle ground between how i normally draw his hair and a more Realistic take on it#the model in the og has hair that's pretty close but i think the strands r a bit short n too heavily curved fr my tastes#its my brand im afraid i simply must give itfs both longer hair#nothing else feels Right#but god i underestimated how Good this photoshoot is as megu material . i get the hype now i get it#i did the sketch n i looked at it and i had an oh /oh/ moment#smh megumi put those lustrous emerald orbs away before u hurt some1#his gaze is too powerful . slaps a red bg on him makes him my new icon :)#anyway its 6am it is morning time do i sleep fr like 3 hrs or do i say megumi voice Whatever we shall see
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I fell in love with this cute little fella... red-crested turaco 😍
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HYUNJIN | SO GOOD
#hyunjin#skz#stray kids#bystay#staydaily#gifs#YeahhHJHHHHHHHH DANCE FOR ME HYUNJIN.#the red light making me like im an angry bull who’s about to run into the red flag at full speed#flight or fight instinct is triggered and im about to fight him#he’s just so perfect i fear 😰
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The reason why I always emphasize that utrh era Jason is 18/19 and refuse to let people forget that Jason and Tim are canonically 2 years apart is because the concept of Jason as a fairly young adult with little to no support system is a fascinating concept to me and it goes under explored in both canon and fanon. I think it adds such an interesting wrinkle to the everything and is a great contrast to all the Red Hood shit. I’m thinking about New Earth Jason specifically here, he’s both younger than post-nu52 Jason and more isolated. Most people at 19, even if they can afford to be out on their own in this economy, still have contact with their family of origin for support. Jason is not only estranged from his family with little to no support system (depending on how much you interpret Talia being involved after Lost Days), he’s also doing mob boss shit while he’s still technically young enough to be somebody’s prom date. He didn’t go to his prom because he was probably in Russia learning how to make bombs or something (and because, yknow, the whole dying thing).
Jason is someone who both had to grow up too fast and by all means should be somewhat emotionally stunted. Not only does trauma stunt you he was catatonic for long enough that he’s missing literal years from his adolescence. He’s young enough that he’s still reeling from trauma from childhood and adolescence (late teens/ early twenties are peak ‘desperately trying to recover from childhood’ era).
I think underneath the rough Red Hood exterior that Jason should be naive in ways that people wouldn’t really expect. He doesn’t have much experience with relationships (both romantic and friendships), and it’s been years since he’s socialized much with people his age (he doesn’t socialize much at all he’s pretty isolated). I think even if he doesn’t look young that at times he would slip up and show that he is
Also I just love the contrast. I like the idea that sometimes you’ll hear Red Hood cackle without the helmet on and you’ll recognize traces of that 15 year old kid and then he’ll shoot someone immediately after. Like imagine if utrh was a Boy King of the underworld sorta deal
#Hence why batfamy fics where Jason is Tim’s pseudo parent don’t really vibe me. 1. He would not do that 2. Those 2 are in the same age group#& 3. His childhood was fucked enough stop trying to make him a Teen Mom 😭. He’s already been a young caregiver via Catherine. ENOUGH#Jason Todd#dc#under the red hood#there she goes again with the 5 paragraph persuasive essay about The Character 🙄#long post#the yapper strikes again I fear
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I've had a dlc or side story of red in fears, it's called the pink corruption next gen
Me and my sister @alicornfunid would have planned since pandemic about slice of life after the pink corruption ended
#pink corruption#jsab#just shapes and beats#my post#the pink corruption#jsab au#jsab art#pink corruption just shapes and beats#pink corruption jsab#red in fears#red in fears tpc au#red in fears cecilia#red in fears ellipson#red in fears pentaglow#red in fears blockice#pink corruption alternatives#pink corruption au#the pink corruption au
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Something about how Jason Todd’s core character trait is how he lost faith. He lost faith in Shiela, in Bruce, in the entire concept that someone else can care about him and actually have his best interests at heart.
Something about how Catholic priest Flashpoint Jason Todd is someone who has such intense faith, who trust so heavily in someone basically unprovable. Something about how without Bruce, without being Robin, it was his faith that was his core character trait.
Something about how being Robin and the life he was led into changed him in such a tragic and deep seeded way. I don’t know
#fan comic i’ll make one day#can you tell i went to catholic school for 15 years?#i fear that i reek of catholic guilt#and thus i must project it onto jason#dc comics#jason todd#dc#dc robin#batfamily#red hood#flashpoint#batman#bruce wayne
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Just some suitless!Vader as Emperor for the soul.
#darth vader#anakin skywalker#star wars fanart#swart#swfanart#digital art#digital painting#artists on tumblr#spartanfoxart creations#you attract what you fear AAAAHHH suitless vader !!#tumblr kills just how RED this piece is and makes it look more brown than red T_T#which is unfortunate#but alas-- i'm blind from working in this color scheme
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MNDI. ADULT CONTENT
JASON TODD has always been a man of action, more comfortable with his efforts than with his words. but when it comes to you, he’ll say anything just to hear you. it’s your voice—those quiet, almost hushed intonations, and those bated breathless sounds—those wreck him in ways he didn’t think possible. he craves it, like he needs it, needing to hear every gasp, every soft moan, the way you breathe his name when you’re close to falling apart.
he’s learned what makes you tick, too. the spots that draw out the little whimpers he can’t get enough of. when he’s hovering over you, his mouth tracing down your neck, kissing your pressure points. he’ll slow down just to hear how your breathing changes, how it gets shaky the second his lips hit that sweet spot above your clavicle. sometimes he’ll tease you on purpose, dragging it out, using his fingers or mouth in that maddening rhythm—slow, deliberate, almost lazy—just to watch you squirm and hear the frustrated moan you let out when you can’t take it anymore.
and it’s not just about touching you. when he’s inside you, it’s a whole other level. he’ll thrust in slow at first, setting a torturous pace just so he can savor every sound that slips from your lips. the way you say his name, like it’s the only thing grounding you, drives him near mad. he’ll lean in close, lips brushing your ear, his voice low and rough as he whispers, “c’mon, baby, let me hear you.” and the moment you do—when you can’t hold back anymore, when your moans fill the air and your nails dig into his skin—jason’s gone. completely lost in the way you sound, in the way you’re unraveling beneath him. lost in the beauty of you, natural and unabashed. perfect.
he’ll push harder, faster even sometimes, not because he’s in a hurry but because he’s chasing that moment where you’re so overwhelmed you can’t keep quiet. he’s selfish for it, he knows. but you keen so pretty and pull him so close, so right. when you finally shatter, when your voice ceases and you’re gasping for him, it’s like a switch flips in him. he’ll growl your name, holding you impossibly close to him, giving you exactly what you need, because for him, it’s all about hearing you fall apart. he finds nothing better than being enough for you, hell, too much for you.
#dropping this like a bomb and sprinting away#jason todd x reader#jason todd thoughts#jason todd smut#redhood x reader#jason todd#redhood#redhood x you#jason todd imagine#dc jason todd#red hood#dc red hood#jason todd x reader smut#my own smut is my biggest fear
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Something something... I forgot.
#The ultimate rizz of being able to make a meannn sandwich#What is he doing on the battlefield when he belongs in the kitchen#Cooking so hard it makes the hoes harder#heavymedic#red oktoberfest#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 fanart#team fortress fanart#I fear the tags show that it's 5am as I am posting this
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Look, friends.
Do you think this is a post about my adorable baby succulents? No. Look harder.
It's about the GIANT HOLE IN MY FENCE that I had to patch up with cardboard.
I can't blame Pampérigouste for this one; the brutish nature of the damage is not consistent with her usual modus operandi. Pampe outsmarts locks like Arsène Lupin; she doesn't charge at fences like a bull who saw a red cloth. This is Pampe Pondering A Fence Problem:
No, the damage to my fence looked a lot more mindless this time. Boorish. Boar-ish. I'm blaming a boar. A deer would have destroyed the whole thing rather than just the lower half. Note that there is not a single tuft of llama wool on the damaged wire mesh.
(Note no.2: the boar's smile was originally meant to be a tusk but it really just looks like a sardonic smile)
I brought some chicken wire to patch up the hole—but there wasn't enough of it. Then it started raining and I felt persecuted and decided to just cover the hole with cardboard and go have my morning coffee and get back to this later.
This is not an Innocent Pampe post; there is no such thing. My temporary cardboard solution lasted 8 to 10 minutes. I'm not sure exactly when she got out, but by the time I went back outside to repair the fence there was a Pampe-shaped hole in the cardboard.
(Not really; she just kind of lifted or ate a corner then wormed her way through the very small opening. I think.) (See, this is how you recognise a Pampe escape: you're not entirely clear on what went down, you just know there was a llama inside and now there is a llama outside.)
It was still raining and I didn't feel like going after her, plus it felt pointless to bring her back in her pasture before the fence was repaired, so I went in the barn to look for my tools and rummage through leftover pieces of previously-destroyed fences, hoping to find something the right size.
Then I heard Pampelune's hyena shriek, aka the llama alarm call. It was followed by:
horrified chicken screams and frantic feather noises; the soundtrack of a violent fox attack
infuriated barking from Pandolf
very loud panicked braying from Pirlouit
basically, chaos.
I ran outside just in time to see Pampe emerging from the woods at a full gallop, pursued by a bear. I didn't immediately identify the animal that was chasing her as the giant dog that he was, because he was running with a weird gait, with his legs going everywhere like he was frolicking at top speed (I now know that this dog is a puppy that has learnt to run just a few months ago, but that didn't occur to me at the time because this puppy is the size of a calf.)
Pampe was running towards the cardboard through which she had escaped and she managed to squeeze through her small corner hole again (I assume—there were trees blocking my line of sight and I only saw her again once she was in the pasture, running for her life along with the other 2 llamas + donkey.) Meanwhile, the dog didn't see the corner hole and tried to power through the cardboard much like a boar, or was carried away by his momentum and didn't brake in time; I don't know. In any case, when I reached him, he was stuck.
My large piece of cardboard was tied to the fence posts and still holding strong, but the middle was a bit soggy with rain and not too solid, so the dog's head went right through it. The rest of his body didn't.
He could have probably finished breaking the cardboard quite easily, but for some reason he instantly gave up. On life. By the time I got there the dog was half-in and half-out of the pasture and he looked defeated. Which made my piece of cardboard look like a mediaeval beheading apparatus with just a hole for the head.
I went to lock an angry Pandolf in the barn and checked on the chickens along the way (ruffled & offended but fine); I was hoping the dog would figure out how to extricate his head from the cardboard in the meantime. He did not. I tried to call him in a friendly tone (from behind) to encourage him to free his head by stepping back, but the concept of taking a couple of steps backwards in order to extract his head from the hole might as well have been advanced engineering. He clearly had no idea where his head was, where his body was, how to make the two a coherent whole again, and he started whining pitifully.
I untied the rope I had used to attach the cardboard to the fence posts, then wriggled the piece of cardboard a bit to try and free the dog's head. The dog was alarmed by the wriggling and took several steps back—but I didn't manage to hold on to the cardboard so it just moved with the dog. He clumsily ran away, taking the cardboard with him, wearing it around his neck like the world's largest cone of shame.
He immediately got stuck between two trees.
I was starting to find the situation hilarious, but the poor dog did not—he lay down and started making sad broken noises like a malfunctioning dog-robot. He didn't look very threatening but he was still a very big (and stressed) dog so I felt a bit wary of touching his head to help him, and decided to run home to get a box cutter. I figured I could easily rid him of most of the cardboard and leave him with just a soggy cardboard collar that would soon fall apart. I heard my landline phone ringing from afar and ran faster, and it was one of my nearest neighbours, the retired lady who lives on the plateau.
"I've been trying to reach you!! I saw your llama in my garden earlier, I was going to give her a little treat—" (she loves Pampe, for some reason) "—but then my dog saw her too."
I know this woman's dog—he's a tiny thing with fragile nerves who thinks the whole world is out to get him, so I asked anxiously, "Did Pampe scare your dog?" and she said "Oh no! Domino is here with me; but I have a new dog. His name is Texas."
I thought of the gigantic puppy currently sobbing in my woods, held prisoner by two trees, a self-inflicted cone of shame and his total lack of reasoning skills.
"Yes", I said. "I've met Texas."
The old lady asked worriedly if he'd scared Pampe ("Il est un peu zinzin" she said—he's a bit crazy. "I wanted to call him Rex, but then I met him and thought—Texas!!") I told her I was pleased with her dog for scaring Pampe, because she needs to learn that her pasture is her only hope for safety in this cold uncaring world and as soon as she steps out of it she returns to her lowly status as a prey animal. Then I ended the phone call because I was worried both about Texas and about the large hole in my fence. Thankfully all my animals were still terrified and hiding far, far away from Texas.
Texas actually managed to free himself before I attempted to cut the cardboard, but he still thought of me as his saviour and was very happy to follow me through the woods back to his owner's place. Before we left I propped up the cardboard against the damaged fence, and despite the hole in the middle no llamas escaped in my absence; I think the whole area still smelled like Texas and fear.
I'll admit I was initially tempted to leave Texas with his head stuck in the cardboard in a more permanent capacity in order to patch the hole in my fence with this amazing anti-Pampe Cerberus. Like this
(I know this artistic rendering makes my llamas look like frightened carrots and my donkey like a bunny but I will not be taking constructive criticism at this time)
#crawling along#llama drama#i spent an hour at his owner's place eating biscuits and being told all the reasons why texas is ''a bit zinzin''#for example he runs away to the nearest farm to steal the cow feed (pellets) at feeding time#he was caught red-pawed by the farmer and just. stole the entire plastic tub that contained the pellets#and ran back home. holding this very large tub in his mouth and sprinkling cow feed everywhere along the way#this time around his owner must have feared he would come home dragging a bag with pampe inside or something
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