#so here ya go

[wishfulsketching]

Rest of the pics are on bluesky but I'll share this here!

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #35

There's a Teen Titans, there's a Young Justice, but there's no Teen Superhero team that deals with things that Justice League: Dark does. And, well, John's a little tired.

Once teenager superheroes stop being teenager superheroes, and they seem to belong with JLD, they got tossed in the team. But, they aren't prepared for the team. They haven't dealt quite with threats that JLD handles all the time. They're not experienced enough.

So, John decides it's time to get a Young Justice: Dark team started. He's shit at leading, though, so he calls Phantom for a favor.

[q-isthebestletter]

Literally the best drawing of Arthur I have ever done.

[o-sunny-day]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN GANG 😭 @forgettable-au gang! Dress up for work day ✨✨ featuring Mew Mew Kissy Cutie and 2 boring skeletons

sketchy cause MY HAND DISAGREES WITH MY DESIRES ough I wanna draw good so bad why is it like this

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant - in Profile - Left - Part 5

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[inkbarista]

Today's a tired day.

[theonnor]

Far from the rain

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Jonathan Crane hiding under the bed is literally boogeyman chic and I love that for him

Knight Terrors: Nightwing

[defire]

"He's scared."

[sidekick pov, gang, prisoner, humiliation]

"What do you mean he's scared, sir? he just flipped you off."

Boss smirked and walked toward the victim, nodding as their captive tensed and glared up at him.

The boss gave it a few seconds, then quickly lifted his hand and snapped his fingers beside the captive's cheek.

The prisoner flinched so hard he actually grunted in the expectation of an impact. Then again, Sidekick couldn't fault him for being wise enough to expect boss to slap him. The kid had been slapped plenty of times already in the last hour.

"See?" Boss said. "He expects me to beat him. But he doesn't even move to defend himself."

Far from it, Sidekick realized. The captive had a death grip on his own belt loops like he was trying to strangle the fight right out of his thumbs.

"And he doesn't defend himself because he's scared." Boss said. "Aren't you, boy?"

"Fuck you," the prisoner started.

This time boss did slap him, soft enough to be indecent rather than cruel. The boy flushed and bent nearly halfway down.

Boss gave sidekick a look. It meant,

Cross me and you'll get the same.

[puppetwoman17]

Billy is six years old and he doesn’t understand death.

Billy is six years old and his parents are dead. His mom is found laying on the floor of her hotel room, covered in her own blood. His dad’s body is trapped beneath the rubble, devoid of sunlight.

Billy is six years old and his sister is gone. They can’t find her body. They can’t find her clothes. They can’t find her blood or her hair. She’s just gone.

Billy is six years old and he doesn’t understand death.

He waits for them to come home. Whispers at night that he hates his uncle.

Billy is six years old and he thinks it’s his fault they haven’t come home. He got bad grades. He can’t understand the equations on the board. He made his parents leave him home. He became a burden, so they left him. Mary must think the same too, because she hasn’t come home either.

Billy is six years old and his entire life has changed. They brought his mom back, but she isn’t moving. Her eyes are closed and she isn’t moving or breathing. Dad isn’t with her.

He thinks that’s all wrong. Dad loved mom more than anything in the universe. He would never leave her. And they wouldn’t leave Mary to fend for herself. It doesn’t matter how much they must’ve hated him. He knew, with every fiber of his being, that they loved Mary.

Billy is seven years old, and he watches them lower his mother’s body into the ground from a distance. He stands behind a tree as eulogies are delivered, and two more stones are added on either side. The boxes are empty.

They have the nerve to pray for him.

Billy is seven years old and an adult finally believes in him. He finds a world of mystic and magic and impossibilities turned to possibilities.

Billy is eight when he finally uses the Historama. He’s curious. He’s tired. He’s lonely. He wants the truth.

Billy is eight when he finally understands death. His parents aren’t away because they hate him. His parents are away because they’re gone.

And yet, he can’t shake the feeling that Mary is still alive.

- - -

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is.

She has nightmares and visions and hears voices from a long forgotten past. She can’t sleep without waking up screaming. She sees faces she can’t put names to. She loves her adoptive parents, but the chasm in her heart is too deep.

Mary doesn’t remember what she likes or dislikes. She lives in a big house now, with her own room. But she likes sleeping when someone else is sleeping with her. She doesn’t think she’s ever had her own room.

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is, but she remembers the feeling of a sharp, cold hand on her shoulder, guiding her onto a boat with a name that she knows isn’t hers. She doesn’t know where she lives. She doesn’t know who her family is, or if she even has a family.

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is, but she remembers a towel over her mouth. Zoning out. Her memories floating away from her. Yelling and screaming for a mom and a dad. Something about B—

Mary doesn’t remember how old she is, and she can’t shake the feeling that she left someone behind.

[d-bluevoid]

[haveihitanerve]

“Oracle come in, can you hear me?” The speaker crackles to life and Barbara frowns, keys clacking as she switches tabs, finger pressing the comm button. “O here, I read you Robin.” Theres no answer and Babs’s frown deepens, before the comm line activates again. “Oracle, anyone, can you hear me?” “I hear you Robin, loud and clear.” Barbara repeats, firm and loud, but again, theres no answer. “I’m heading to his location now.” Dick reports, grim, firm, and disconnects before she can say hurry. He knows. They all know. “All comm lines active, can you hear me?” Tim says again, breathing heavy, and Barbara bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, routing coordinates to Bruce and Dick, the formers tracking device moving so quickly Barbara is almost certain he’s breaking every law ever created. “I read you Robin. Loud and clear.” She repeats dutifully, resisting the urge to scream at Bruce, at Dick. Hurry. They all know. They won’t lose another Robin. Not today. “Anyone,” Tim is sobbing now, breathing labored and wet, ragged as the sounds of gunshots reaches her ears through the speakers. “Come in.” he pleads, and theres nothing Babs can do, nothing but press down that little button that lets them talk, that button thats supposed to connect them, and repeat. “I can hear you Robin. I’m here.” 

-snippet of a fic im writing currently, just heart wrenching/ominous enough as a stand-alone that i thought id share.

[tortibomb]

(Thamepo) Heart That Skips a Beat | EP.3

[star--nymph]

oh gross!! they're in love!

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant as Romeo in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s Romeo and Juliet (2000) - Part Sixteen

Photo credits include:  Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, photostage.co.uk, the Royal Shakespeare Company, and more

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[a-crystalclearsquid]

jondami kisses my liege? jondami kisses?