#that's exactly his vibe

[dear-mrs-otome]

Literally cannot with this man

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 317

IMAGINE THIS: Lil baby Damian, bored and being not quite old enough to start learning how to use proper weapons (curse these wooden ones, he wants true steel!) is wandering the base. This is not out of the ordinary, he’s the prince after all. What is out of the ordinary is that his shadow, his Akhi, is not here. 

Technically, he should be napping, but he woke up and neither his mother or his brother- who is quiet but gentle and isn’t a good speaker (mother said it was from a head injury)- is there. Which is how he finds his way to the Pit, which he’s not supposed to be at. Or at least not alone. 

But! His mother and Akhi are there! And- and Akhi is screaming and he’s never heard him scream like that, like he’s in agony- His eyes are green- they were blue, had, had Mother placed him in the Waters- 

And then the pool is bubbling- he should be running away, get assistance or something, he’s five, he shouldn’t be running towards it when everything is screaming to flee. But one moment he’s at the doorway, the next he’s clinging to his akhi as something writhes in the Pit, a mighty bellow echoing even as the Shadows take defensive positions. 

The water cascades, laps at their feet, splashes everywhere as a scaled form rises from the depths, wings like a bloodied sunset spreading as fur bursts into flames. Crimson eyes glare down at them all, pupils slits as they bare down at his Akhi. 

The creature- the dragon- dips its head down, its breath warm as it chuffs at his akhi, wings folding as though it is bowing. His akhi is clinging to Mother, shivering, several scars glowing as they fade and a burst of hair burned white. 

Oh. 

Oh.

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @f4nd0m-fun @hdgnj @radiance1 pspspspsps

[factual-flittermouse]

If Tim Drake is “Rob” and Connor Kent is “Kon”/“Con,” a crime scene with the both of them on site is probably a little confusing

[crystallizsch]

redrawing jamil's r cards in my (usual low-effort) style 😤💪

also the sr cards but i gave up on coloring (especially robes because this is just supposed to be quick and i’m NOT attempting those patterns 😭)

[gilverrwrites]

AK!Jason who’s inexperienced but far from stupid when it comes to the fairer sex. Once he has you captured with your hands strung up over your head, he knows what he wants to do. His touch is exploratory as he plays with you, noting everything that gets a reaction out of you, like he’s testing some hypothesis. He lets his hands roam your entire body, pausing over your stomach as he marvels over the fact that he could just put a baby in you if he wanted. He fixates on your breasts and slobbers all over them, rubbing his cheek against your nipple before crouching to observe the prize between your legs, the one that no one - not even Batman - can keep him from winning. As he gets more excited, his grip goes from curious to possessive, his observations becoming crude comments, thriving on the fact that he can touch you all he wants but you can’t lay a finger on him, because this Jason can’t stay nice for long.

Anon, dear sweet lovely anon, this will haunt my every waking moment for the forseeable future. What a delight.

Thinking about him incidentally brushing his bare hand across that spot for the first time, whichever one turns you on the most; your neck, your spine, your waist and laughing at how you shiver and whimper for him.

His probing fingers delving between your slit, and something in his brain switches from the aforementioned curiosity to possessiveness when he feels how wet you are. For him. Even chained up and at his mercy, you're body responds to him because it knows you belong to him.

Gently squeezing your clit for the first time and aweing at how your body shudders, at how your folds practically begin to drip, at how soft and warm your inner walls feel when he sinks two fingers in, twisting and scissoring, gaging how well his cock will fit in there, and ooohhh baby, he just knows that tight little cunt was made to fit him just right, and if it doesn’t, he will make it.

I’m just trying to decide logistically which of the following is hotter, cause obviously his helmet has to be off for this. But do you know it’s Jason feeling you up, treating you like an experiment, having his was with your body? Can you see him? See the resemblance to that boy you once knew through all the age progression and scars?

Or are you perhaps blindfolded? Because he’s not ready for you know his identity just yet, because he wants to see if, even on a subconscious level, if you’ll figure it out or if you’re so fucking dirty and desperate you’ll let anyone have at you.

Or maybe it doesn’t matter because you don’t know him at all, he was long dead by the time you came on the scene. Batman’s previous sidekick, a footnote in a story you were never a part of. But he knows you. Joker put your picture on the wall of his cell, his replacement, in his role, wearing his clothes.

He’s been watching you closely ever since he started following Bruce. He knows everything there is to know about the girl who took his place. He knows what shampoo you use, how you take your coffee, where your spare suits are stashed, how you often forget to close your curtains at night when you’re sleeping naked in his old bed. You don’t know him at all, but you’re about to become very well acquainted.  

[kevin-winfield]

Neil Josten & Seth Gordon - Mirror Image?

EC, Nora Sakavic// Blue Iris, Mary Oliver// The Moon in the Well, Sylwia Górak// Blessing, Mia Bergeron// The Illusion Of Calm, Derek Hare//Hydrangeas, Susan Ashworth// moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice’, fatima aamer bilal//The Foxhole Court//Sunlight Breaking Through, Christopher Osborne// The Sirens, John Langstaff// Sydney Mortimer Laurence// ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’ fatima aamer bilal

[ingravinoveritas]

Of course you will, David...

[thisisadonaldduckblognow]

all the rise boys get done dirty on characterization by fandom in different ways i think. (not ALL the time every fanwork etc etc these are just like, trends i tend to notice?) every fandom suffers from losing character nuance.

- leo i’ve talked about plenty on this blog, how some of his canon traits (genuine belief in his skill and cockiness, capacity for joy, his manipulativeness whether for good or ill) seem to get watered down or wiped off the board and supplemented with generic sad boy. his struggles with purpose and identity and not wanting to fail somehow morph into “he hates and completely holds no value for himself”

- donnie’s canon personality gets blurred out and largely replaced with whatever list of Neurodivergent Traits. and i think there’s such a fine line to walk between exploring a character that’s been word of god confirmed as on the spectrum and overwriting what’s canonically there. it’s a hard needle to thread. it also feels like a lot of his canon emotiveness gets left off the table for some reason. bc he does have his moments of flat/deadpan delivery, but a lot of the time he’s honestly very emotive. he has the passion of a theatre kid and the vindictiveness of... also a theatre kid. and the mind of a scientist.

- raph loses so much of his rowdy teen boy energy it’s kind of wild? like interpretations sand off that he’s also impulsive and can be reckless and dumb and LOVES fighting and roughhousing and isn’t the most eloquent person. suddenly there’s this pitch perfect soft boy big bro who would never hurt a fly and always says the exact right supportive thing and singlehandedly raised his 3 brothers (which simultaneously sands off all the nuance of splinter’s issues emotionally connecting with his sons and how that affected all of them). and like i LOVE raph, he’s so full of love and care and anxiety, he clearly has learned to put a lot of work into being aware of his strength and size. but there’s a difference you know?

- mikey is like. where raph gets overparentified by fanon, mikey gets over “family therapist”-ed IMO. the impulsiveness, the goofiness, the powerful emotions including a VERY powerful temper, the flat-out dumb teen boy choices... they get ignored. suddenly there’s this only very sweet and earnest boy who has read a hundred psychology books and runs group family therapy weekly or something. he is crying in his room bc leo and raph are arguing about something. which is so. he IS very sweet and can be very earnest and is full of love! he HAS come in with his opinions and unsolicited advice a couple of times and life coached for the greater good. but there’s a difference between what he does in canon and the role he gets in fanon.

[magnetic-rose]

for the record even if ganondorf is irredeemably evil and tries to kill everyone i’ll still support him. he’s my boo. my cinnamon apple. my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy. he’s my babygirl, the apple of my eye, the reason i get up in the mornings. my forever galpal.

[astrallogic]

bradley doodles (+ one max)

[allthethoughtsandstuff]

the reason tom blyth was so good as snow is bc he holds his jaw in this very specific way throughout the entire film that simultaneously makes him look annoyed, superior, angry, disinterested, above it all, like everyone is beneath him, judgmental, pretentious, like a little bitch,, and ik that’s not tom blyth’s resting face that was a very specific artistic choice and it was the right one

[valfeathers]

happy birthday worstie <3

[essenceofarda]

A quiet corner in the houses of healing... moments before a fateful introduction...

Still having fun with style exploration :) the bg was inspired by/a semi-study of the work of Loïc Locatelli Kournwsky :>

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Broken Roofs and Fixed Perspectives

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[hooked-on-elvis]

Those are absolutely two of my favorite pictures of Elvis. Of course I like the details and all the info I can get on the pictures. One thing I have to say is that in that moment Elvis was in his 7th season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (August 4th - September 4th 1972), and it was the first time he brought Linda Thompson to accompany him during the concerts (prior to that she had only accompanied Elvis during rehearsals in July). You can imagine how jealous I am of her because, well, just look at Elvis! 🫠🥲 Anyway, here's a little story about the fans with Elvis in those pictures:

Las Vegas, NV. Monday, August 28, 1972. Elvis with two Italian fans. The woman is Nicla Crippa and the man was the President of the Italian fan club, his name is Livio Monari. Livio Monari started the Italian FC in 1962. Together with Nicla Crippa, a personal friend and member of his Fan Club, they met Elvis just after the Midnight show on 26th August 1972. Photos taken that day didn't come out, so they asked to see Elvis again... to have new ones taken on the 28th August (2nd meeting) which are the ones shown above. They had just attended the Dinner & Midnight shows on the 28th Aug: when a waiter approached them - that Elvis was waiting for them.

Nicla said the following about the meeting:

1972 was a special year for me, I picked up all my saving of a year and together with Livio Monari at that time president of the E.P.F.C. of Italy, I flew to Las Vegas in August to see Elvis performing. When we arrived we were so excited that we started immediately to ask anybody of Elvis entourage if we could meet Elvis, crook Col. Parker was at a gambling table with his cigar and he said very rude "NO, you cannot met Elvis", then Joe Esposito who said No too, and when I told him "Hey Joe you are Italian like us" he answered "I'm not Italian, I was born in Chicago" very rude too... until I saw the name of Emilio Muscelli on an office door, I knocked and entered and I said with all my 18 years old enthusiasm (in fact I was not yet 18, I would have turned 18 on December 30) "Hi Emilio, we are Italians and we are here to see Elvis concerts and meet him"... well he took it good to his heart and from that point on he treated me like his daughter - he was 50 years old. We saw 14 concerts in 7 days and we met Elvis TWICE, the first time on August 26 but the pictures Joe Esposito took with Livio's camera did not come out as Livio due the emotion charged an already used film in the camera... the second time on August 28, this time we called a professional photographer to take the 2 pictures to be sure. When I saw Elvis the first time coming out of his dressing room I ran towards him and I almost jumped on him, I hugged and kissed him and he returned the hugs and kisses to me and he asked me "Hey baby how old are you" I answered "18" and he said "And you came all the way from Italy just to see me?" "Yes Elvis" and he "Oh baby..." and he hugged me again very tight. We stayed with him for 15 minutes, we gave him a trophy we brought from Italy unfortunately we have no picture of Elvis with our trophy but I saw it at Graceland Trophy Room in 1987. He wrote a dedication to me, and one to Livio, on 2 LPs we brought with us, he gave us a yellow scarf each, but especially I held his right hand in my hands for a long time, and he did not withdraw it, on the contrary he caressed my hands. He was such a gentle, sweet and tender person, he made us feel at ease and he slowed down speaking English as at that time I could not speak English well. We asked "when will you come to Europe?" he said looking at Joe "I definitely wanna go, after a project I have for January 1973 (Aloha from Hawaii) I'll ask Parker to organize a tour to Europe". The night after Emilio gave us seats in the first row, Elvis saw me from stage and he stooped down and he put a red scarf around my neck... and on August 28 we met him again same place backstage and he said "Hey you are still here, good", he had such a sense of humour. Those 2 meetings with Elvis still are the best moments of my life!

Credits: elvis-collectors.com

[tokumusume]

— My brother spoils me.