#talking to a mirror

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

How did you know you were in love with Mr. Warfstache? Also how long have you and Mr Warfstache been married?

How did I know?

...When I heard him laugh.

When the dust was finally able to settle after the firestorm tore through our lives... when everything was turned on its head, or otherwise torn to ribbons in front of our eyes, being dragged from one prison of existence to another, hopeless to wrest our fates back into our possessions, blinded by rage and panic, the searing, burning agony of futility holding my body and mind hostage, like barbed wires were where my very veins used to be...

But then... then, when we were reunited... when we were somehow able to find eachother again, past the mountain of despair that was dropped between us... Well, it was a surprise as it was seeing him so suddenly after being at the mercy of the Void for so long, a reluctant tourist in its curated worlds of torment...

I was so sure it would take at least an eternity to feel alright again.

And then I heard him laugh.

After everything he'd been through. Everything that was thrown at him. All the undue blame that he was saddled with. I had no time to even make an assumption of what became of him, but I would never in a thousand dimensions have guessed a man who could still laugh.

And it was a real laugh. Not a forced laugh, not laughter born of mania, but an honest-to-goodness jovial laugh.

And... well... that instilled some hope in me. Because if Wil could pick himself up, regardless of how much time and effort it took to on his behalf, and find some joy in the face of it being written on the very fabric of the Universe that he wasn't destined for it... Then, maybe, so could I.

Maybe there was something salvageable from what was left of all of us. And after being granted the mercy of reunion, maybe we -- Abraham, the Attorney, Wilford and, yes, even myself -- could learn to move forward together. Maybe it'd even eventually feel like second nature, to allow the joy a place in our existences without inhibitions.

I hope that answered your question.

-D

[madz-the-3rd]

Its just one meow meow after another with you isn't it

[bunabi]

girl what happened to just creating fanwork to satisfy your needs

going directly to the developers for canonical changes to the work has gotta stop like what happened to boundaries

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[uwhe-arts]

daydreaming . . . | uwhe-arts

[mvmnbnv]

Vi before seeing the banners outside

Vi after

Sis is mad bro...

[alicent-archive]

people being shocked and frustrated by Alicent not comforting Aegon is funny because they clearly haven't been following the same "child bride, married by 14, two kids by 18, routinely martially raped, emotionally repressed, guilt-ridden" character that I've been following for the past two years.

[horrifichoodedfigure]

you say you like autistic sniper but you dont even draw him having gay sex with engineer

[sirenetica]

It's a mystery, a real mystery Maybe look into the mirror to find some answers.

(miscellaneous sketches below v)

dont redraw repost or color my art /srs

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

i, personally, think you should hear out the fish person.

I would be happy to, Louise.

But everytime I get to the precipice of clarity,

THEY JUST SEND MORE FISH.

-D

[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie soulmate AU where Eddie is a famous musician, everyone assumes he doesn't have a soulmate. Eddie was just smart and doesn't confirm, doesn't want to go through rabid fans who claim to be his soulmate. He's had too many show up wearing his initials they tattooed on themselves even before he was asked about soulmates in an interview.

Enter Steve Harrington who works as a nurse. Just casually on his third nightshift in a row in the ER. Sipping some coffee trying not to fall asleep when they get the call about some confidential patient coming in.

Eddie comes in for some injury. Steve has 0 clue who he is, just says "You look familiar, did we go to school together?" And Eddie practically falls off the stretcher at Steve's feet. Goes all googoo eyes at him. Steve being mildly concerned because Eddie's heart rate keeps skyrocketing (its because Steve is touching him).

One of the other nurses can't help but try and get the gossip from Steve, who is very much confused as to why she cares about this random patient. She tells Steve who Eddie is, and he's just like ???? Okay???

Steve doesn't admit it but the picture she shows is HOT. It's Eddie, flipping off the camera, tongue out. He's covered in tattoos, including the word 'sorry' written in a weird script on his middle finger. He's shirtless and his pants are so low that Steve can see the dip of his hips creating a v and-

Steve has to walk into the supply room to get himself under control. Pretends it doesn't mean anything and goes back to his job as his heart thuds rapidly in his chest.

Eddie tries not to pass out when they draw his blood, Steve holds his hand. It feels right. Eddie can't help wanting to ask," Hey, do you have a soulmate?" But he hates being asked that question, so he won't.

Until Steve bends over, his scrub top lifting up slightly. Eddie can't help glancing at his ass, but then he can't breathe. Because on his lower back is the initials EJM.

"Steve G. H?" Eddie asks as his voice goes up an octave. Steve turns, bewildered ," How did you-?" "Edward James Munson." Eddie whispers.

Oh

[puppyeared]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[gejnialnie]

hi I don't think this duo gets enough love, so here are my fave screenshots of Raph and Leo mirroring each other! :D

+bonus:

look at this frame! don't their poses look similar, even though they're in totally different places?? well, there's a simple reason for it! we can see raph in the driver seat, his left hand on the wheel, while the other one's searching for someting, it's symbolising his active role as leader, while leo stands alongside him, his left hand on a handhold while he gestures with the other, showing him being less active and more of a passive presence, but he's ready on his feet, it's symbolising his potential as raph's co-leader but also him not yet being ready, still gripping the safety rails instead of the driving wheel-

(nah i'm kidding- like, was it just artists drawing similar poses in one scene? oh yeah most definitively! will that stop me from over-analysing? nope! :D this basically wrote itself!)

[elphabasthropp]

colin + calling pen clever and brave

+ bonus

[taylortruther]

all her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes is one of the main themes of ttpd actually. like, all those men with many faces, all those stories, they all return when she emotionally plunges through the ice.