#sorry this came out so long >>;

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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[foggysilverfeathers]

Fast, furious, unpredictable.

Like a wildcard

Like a meteor

Like a winner.

[bunnieswithknives]

How much can you fit under your skin?

For @warning-heckboop's AU :3

[bl00dmilky]

you're mine ~❤️❤️

[kristoffs-lullaby]

Jealousy, Jealousy

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[willeminaaa]

Hey, Chuckles.

[zer0-devoox]

Hiii friend <3 Can you draw VxUzi maybe holding hands? I will go absolutely feral psycho I love them 🥺 <3

♡

[casualavocados]

How's that possible? Since when did you start eating spicy food? I told you I'd do it for real next time. ...Don't touch me, or—I'll kill you!

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 12

[hoaxghost]

Two recent commissions! Hmm...I might like using purple and blues a lot...

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[the-haunted-office]

Avon's not the only one who's been fed such positive things about marriage. Doom remembers in her own life, when she was alive, growing up, always hearing about marriage this, marriage that, weddings this, weddings that. How marriage was a sacred, wonderful thing. How weddings were a beautiful, special time in a person's life. It was going to be her special day, a day for her, the bride-to-be, she'd shine, she'd be adored, she'd be loved, everything would be perfect.

It didn't take long to have those illusions shattered by the very people feeding her those positive things.

Her parents got divorced when she was eleven years old. Her father remarried a matter of months later to a woman who was only a few years older than she was, leaving her, her mother, and brothers living in some shitty apartment in some shitty neighborhood. And years later, when her mother died, her step father remarried mere months after her mother died. Not to mention there was all this bullshit about how people like her couldn't get married (same sex couples) for the longest time in her country's history while it was perfectly acceptable for straight couples to get married and divorced a hundred times over and for money and on game shows, and all this pressure on her to get married when she wasn't ready to settle down to begin with. And the one person she might have been willing to settle down with left her because she was physically incapable of having children.

What a fucking joke.

She doesn't fill Avon in on any of that, though. She shoves her hands into her pockets where she fiddles around with the matches that are in there and listens to what he's saying instead.

"Ah, a play wedding. Well, there isn't really anything wrong with that. You know, a lot of humans do that sort of thing. Pretend. As long as you know it's not the same as the real thing. Sounds like your pretend husband might not be on the same, ah, the same page as you. But hey," she says quickly, pulling her hands back out of her pockets and putting them up disarmingly, "like I said, I don't really know your situation. If you're happy, that's all that really matters. I mean, I don't really know you, after all. Still don't like the idea of someone taking advantage of you or telling you to fuck off, though. So yeah, keep that in mind, the whole pretend thing, okay?"

Doom is accustomed to speaking her mind. After a lifetime of holding her tongue and getting nothing but walked all over for it, in death she's found it much more rewarding to just tell people straight. If she thinks they're full of shit, she's gonna tell them she thinks they're full of shit. If she wants them to die, well, she's just gonna kill them. But this time, with this guy... for some reason... she feels really bad for being so blunt.

She sits down next to him on the bench, feeling more than a bit out of her depth.

"Ahh, well, that, like many human experiences, is sort of hard to explain. It's something you just get out there and do, yeah? Uh. You like, you just, you find people who have similar interests and you just do shit together, and talk, and get to know one another. It's, ah. It's actually-" She pauses, scratches her head, and lets out a short laugh. "-actually a lot easier when you're in kindergarten and everybody made friends by sharing each other's favorite dinosaurs. But when you're adults it's all favorite sports teams and reality shows, neither of which I like, so I guess that's why I never had that many friends. Of course nowadays, now that I'm friggin' dead, I have a couple friends, and I have no idea how that happened. I tried my best to make them hate me and they refused. I guess people are like cats, man. Sometimes they just inexplicably choose you. Shoot, I'm not helping you at all-"

She presses he teeth together and shoots him a look, then says, "Okay. Well. My favorite dinosaur is the Utahraptor, because of that book Raptor Red. I read it in fifth grade. What's your favorite dinosaur?"

Avon plays with his wedding band as he listens to Doomsday speak so honestly about marriage. He finds it interesting to hear about her view on the topic, especially when he's mainly been fed such positive things about it.

"No. Your honesty doesn't shatter any illusions." Avon speaks, still fidgeting with his hands. "I find it is interesting to learn things from experience. When I first started learning about types of relationships, my adoptive dad told me about partners and weddings."

He sits back against the park bench, kicking his legs around. Now he's thinking much more about his relationship with Pete.

"I was interested in the wedding component, so my dad suggested that we host a wedding so I can experience the ceremony and the reception afterwards. After a lot of arguing, he managed to convince his brother to play the role of the groom. We 'tied the knot', as humans like to call it, and took photographs and had a reception. I enjoyed every second of it."

"Perhaps your proposal is a smart one." Avon speaks once more, letting out a sigh. "I do not have many friends, only my dad, my husband and those who looked after me with the IAA."

Avon folds his arms, trying to stop himself from fidgeting anymore. He remains silent for a moment while he reflects on his personal notes from that day. He notes that he enjoyed it, his dad enjoyed it, even his husband enjoyed it- but that was purely for the food at the end of the day.

"What do you do to make friends?" Avon asks, turning his head to look at Doomsday. "Would you be able to teach me?"

[poposusz]

Finally got this out of my head and into reality. A little more violent version below the cut.

[arcadebandit]

you should totally draw 80s boyfriends haha,,,

ah yes, my favorite ship dynamic: trash goblin man x sunshine bf

HC: Felix is very, very supportive when it comes to Turbo's races. Even if he wins every lap and likes to be a snob about it, Turbo actually gets super flustered at Felix's compliments because he's so genuine about it.

I love 8-bit yaoi.

[acekindaneat]

do you guys think serizawa has seen reigen somewhere before in passing

reference + another version under cut!

i knowww it's an old redraw thing but i wanted to redraw serizawa in it for so long... here's a version without the vignette