#rip me tho

[arttsuka]

I made @wolfythewitch 's fox Bill design out of polymer clay

It's pretty thin (so thin I'm afraid it'll snap in half anytime I lift it)

Front and back side:

[deadeery]

VAMPIFIES YOUR PIRATES 🩸🩸🧛‍♂️💥

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[isjasz]

Memories that aren't yours (thinking about the. scar multiverse...)

definitelynottober- day 14 in the webs we weave inspired by this post 💥💥💥💥💥

[numbuh424]

Lawlight Week Day 1 - "Death"

[str33tydr1ft]

Alright.

Lets do this.

*cracks knuckles*

Basic Info about me before we get on with this

I'm thin as shit, 5'1 and weigh uh... smt- im light, im not heavy im a skeleton but not yk? slim thats the word omfg, i dont pack good ounches but I can put up a damn good fight tbh, and im 17 years of age

The fights will be hand-to-hand based combat, no weapons.

Skarloey - It would depend, rmebee Skarloey is like 100 and smt years old today, so his age would be a heavy factor in the fight. HOWEVER We would be relatively the same size, Skarloey being a bit bigger, he is also a lot older than me and some of the other engines, so hes seen fighrs and most likely took mental notes of them. So I'd say the chances of me winning is a good ol 35% chance, so skarloey gets a point on this fight

Rheneas - He would be a lot similar to Skarloey, but his build has a lot more slimmer shape and therefore less mass to deal with than Skarloey, so I'd stand more of a chance, but same issue with expereince, hes in his 100s, im 17, so im giving this one a 0.50 on the score since its a 50/50 of me or him winning (since 0.50 + 0.50 = 1 its basic maths)

Duke - Now hes repsrensted as the old man, yes he may be strong but dude sat in a dusty shed for years, he may have been fixed up but that sitting around will cuase permanat damagae, he wont stand a chance, sorry but I got myself a point here,

Duncan - my fellow scotsman, us scots fight well, we fight like bats oot o' hell, so itll be a nasty fight between him and me, either way, I'd say my chances are low, theoritcally if he was a human he and I would have similar builds but Duncan would be more muscular, so im dead if I fought him

Rusty - the they/them that could beat my ass, not only with the fumes from their engine and choke me to death, but also their quick thinking skills to dodge my attacks as well, so either way theyre coming out of thr fight with no scratches and im dyin on the floor, another point to the engines

Sir Handel - now Sir Handel is a fussy bugger, before the fight he would brag about winnign, which is EXACTLY ahat i can use against him! Just by that, hes jinxed himself, and therefore I will win the fight by a clear shot to his fatass voiler, yes he may have a similar build to Skarloey, but theortically age wise, hes smaller and younger, so I have three advantages right there, point to me,

Peter Sam - relatively thr same as Sir Handel, however hes more sesnjvle and doesnt jinx himself by bragging, plus, hes the one who probably took the most from grandpuff, so im fucked either way, also hes TALL, im not, he can pick me up and fucking throw my dumbass axross thr globe and back, point to the engines there man.

Proteus - hes a god how am I supposed to win.

Total - Me : 2.50 | Engines : 5.50

Ive dug my grave

TrainBoy on YouTube

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[rainedropsart]

Cassie Sandsmark they could never make me hate you. Even if they’re trying. Really hard

Also idk if Greta and Cassie were technically roommates at Saint Elias’s but who else would it be. They’re buddies. Bonds forged in Yj are unbreakable unfortunately

[haventseensun]

finally.........all of them....and they get much better as they go on

[superalloyman]

Broody (not)bat

[typicalityness]

Five senses again boys i'll never stop drawing them

[theshriekingsisterhood]

The way I SPRINTED to my computer to make this the second Risky showed me this textpost

[dulcevenganzaa]

hmm 👁👁

[hinamie]

ik i've done like 5 panel redraws from 265 alone but this is the last one promise

[omegalomania]

on this, the 11th birthday of fall out boy's esteemed fifth studio album save rock and roll, i just want to remind everyone of the one thing that never fails to Get Me about it.

there was a lot of scorn and derision about the title when it first got promoted, and fob was well aware this would happen. critics and caustic news outlets collectively scoffed about it, save rock and roll. like this four-piece from chicago, this dorky pop band, is gonna save rock and roll?

of course they missed the point, which is in the very god damn title. it's not a declarative statement. it's not a pronouncement of how we, fall out boy, saved rock and roll. it is a call to action. it is an earnest request for you, the listener, to participate in this act alongside them. it is an expression of desire to inspire creation in turn.

that's the ethos they've carried at the forefront of every creative endeavor they've undertaken since returning from hiatus. certainly that element was present before then, but save rock and roll marked the moment where they very deliberately centered that squarely in their narrative.

because fall out boy doesn't just want to save rock and roll. they want you to save rock and roll with them.

[luyo-mi]

them