#this is actually a fun reaction

[lazylittledragon]

y'know every time i feel guilty about bothering someone by singing along when i'm listening to music, i just remember that i have to tolerate my dirtbag brother screaming at his ps5 for hours every day so listening to muffled off-key fall out boy is probably preferable

[iicaru2]

gale is just like me in the sense that he’s a chronic yapper who loves deeply and has a somewhat unreliable moral compass and some kind of poorly concealed god complex but also because at the first minor inconvenience he can and will threaten to kill himself

[marvey-sideblog]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dungeon Meshi: The RPG

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[aroaceleovaldez]

underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.

[demaparbat-hp]

Yoi is a babe 🫶

A diva, is what he is.

[delicioustarong]

And that's a wrap! Ford happily dies right by Bill's arms :D

Creator: @honeqq

7/7

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 |

Thanks for all the support and tears you all have supplied, it fueled my motivation to finish this comic! XD

This idea came to me in a dream one day and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so after days I finally decided to make it. This is my interpretation of how Ford died and the before events of Route #9 in the Mr.BillPines AU! I really love that au and it's potential for angst, so definitely props to Honeqq for inspiring me :3 (Go check out their AU if you haven't yet 🫵)

[spacedlexi]

i thought we were gonna kiss up here are you still not over your dead girlfriend

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 025/???

BLESSING leader of WATERCLAN

[ruporas]

special operatives (silly interaction beneath read more)

[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]

[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]

[uhhlifeig]

First Look - Jan. 17th - word count: 292 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin set down his stuff in an empty compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express.

He was about to start his first year in Hogwarts. He couldn’t be more excited.

He pulled a book out of his bag- The Picture of Dorian Gray- and began reading.

He was almost finished with chapter one when three boys burst in together, laughing raucously. Upon noticing him, they quieted considerably.

“Sorry for barging in here,” one of the boys said, stepping closer. He had messy dark hair and gold wire-rimmed glasses. “Can we stay with you, though? All the other compartments are full.”

“Sure,” Remus shrugged. It didn’t matter to him as long as they let him read.

“Great!” the boy grinned. “My name’s James Potter. Who’re you?”

“Remus Lupin. Pleasure,” Remus muttered, not really meaning it at all.

“Cool name,” James said. “This here’s Peter Pettigrew,” he pointed at the boy with mousy hair and blue eyes behind him. 

“Hi,” Peter said, waving shyly.

“And this one-” James grinned, motioning at the last boy.

“-knows how to introduce himself. Sirius Orion Black, pleasure to meet you,” he said, stepping forward and offering Remus his hand. 

The first thing that Remus noticed was that Sirius had ebony hair, an upturned nose, and striking silver eyes. 

The second thing that he noticed was that Sirius looked impeccably tailored and put together. 

This was the child that his parents wished he was, not some werewolf freak who hated socializing.

So, Remus listened to his spite.

He ignored the extended hand, glared at Sirius, and spat “fuck off,” returning to his book.

To his utter shock, Sirius started laughing.

“Oh, we are so gonna be friends,” he cackled.

Three years, eight months, and fifteen days later, they were more.

[msfcatlover]

Commissioned the amazing @magua-vida to draw my original Princesses, The Dancer & The Dream! I'm absolutely delighted with how they came out, they both look so pretty and bursting with personality!

For anyone who doesn't want to click through, you get the Dancer if you unlock the Princess's cuff & die of a heart attack, making her flighty but concerned, fussing over your health & safety. The Dream is Dancer's unique Chapter 3, who you get if you fall asleep in the cabin with Dancer fussing over you, and is smotheringly protective to the point of aggression & possessiveness while acting manipulatively sweet & fragile.

She just wants to take care of you... even (or especially) if it means chaining you up to keep you safe.

[muffinsandstardust]

redemption haulted by murder of villain

dan was actually starting to enjoy life again. he'd been let out the theromos and forced into therapy and was now making a name for himself. he was bonding and making amends with his family, he had a steady job, he hadn't killed anyone in 3 three months! the after life was finally looking up.

until he killed a villain in gotham.

in his defence, the man had pointed a gun at his baby sister.

dani was the breath of fresh air dan needed during his mandatory redemption. she was spunky and wild, she was someone that head never existed in dan's timeline so she was free of all the baggage of everyone else dan knew. and she was family so being around her satisfied his obsession for the first time since he fused with vlad.

so maybe dan was a teensy tiny bit over protective when it came to her. maybe he had a bit of an overreaction because he had some form of ptsd for people like the man the pointed the gun.

now if he had killed a major villain like the jocker he doesn't think anyone would mind. except it wasn't the a major villain. it was the most minor and harmless villain in gotham.

dan had just killed condiment man for pointing ketchup at his sister.

now what was he supposed to do?!

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: That's my friend!! She already won, they already won. It's over, dancing queen!

via @CellbitENG

[sysig]

Experimentation (Patreon)