#this is gonna hurt SO BAD

[bonetrousledbones]

OKAY. so far i have

bright/vibrant colors

SOLID colors

fluid poses

expressive

strong shapes

(more recently) crisp but sketchy lineart of unspecified width but very very prominent

big shoes

specific skull shape, especially with eye sockets

big, cartoony eyes

which mean i'm gonna have to go for

muted colors

textured colors, painterly

stiff pose (DO YOU)

unexpressive (WANT)

softer lineart / lineless (ME TO ██████████)

i genuinely do not know how to not have shapes im gonna really need yall to help me out on this one less obvious shape language/more organic figure. its not a joke anymore you people actually do just want me dead

normal size / small shoes

different skull shape, different eye sockets

normal eyes

will add more if i get more

[seluneclerics]

i’ve figured it out. the true way to write a dark justiciar shadowheart/tav tragedy! oh i’m so excited!

[almayver]

Oh gods. Yeah. It's only ghost. Fuck

[i-regrett-my-existence]

Me realising that if redemption is possible and the characters keep going towards it

There is a HIGH chance that this show will end like Angel Beats

And i don't think I'm ready for that type of pain all over again

[ggardengirl]

stills from the last of us episode 7, “left behind”

[mmmitchmmmarner]

honestly just trying not to cry rn

[chemicalrejectboys]

Just started reading The Song of Achilles

I already know how the mythology ends

This is going to hurt so fucking badly

[shampoobottel]

I have a bunny angst comic idea‼️ best believe I'm bouta cry while drawing it 💀

[barghest-land]

ata tu corazón, mi amor, y arrástralo por la tierra

[hezenkoss]

i need help with vet bills (again).

hi. for those of you who remember, earlier this year i asked for donations to help me afford toos' vet bills, who we found out through your help had kidney failure, and again with your help we got her on medication for it. unfortunately it wasn't enough, and we lost her. and then shortly after, dexter began deteriorating, which we put down to his grief of losing toos - she kept him young, he followed her everywhere, he only played because of her, he only ate when she ate, etc. without her he just stopped. and then he started to have seizures and fits daily. we got him blood tests, but he was suffering so badly. we made the decision to put him down. i didn't ask for donations this time, because i was so deeply embarrassed to ask for help again. but we are still recovering financially from that, as well as the parts of toos bills that didn't get covered from donations. my mother hasn't worked for a very long time, she's disabled and very sick, and she receives PIP from the government that only covers her monthly medications that are not covered by the NHS. my father retired early to become her full time carer, and we are living off his pension. i am too disabled to work, but because my mother already receives PIP and i live with them, the government are resistent to giving me any help - so i have zero income, and rely entirely on my parents.

this is jenny. she's a 14 year old cairn terrier, who loves when we garden because she wants to help dig holes. she helped us bury dexter and toos, digging their graves for them with my dads help. she's an angel, and loves people so much she likes to escape under the fence and join other families for awhile. one time she got into someones back garden and asked to come in as they were eating lunch. she really hates flies, and will try to bite them out of the air (she has never succeeded but i believe she will one day). she will rub her face against you until you start stroking her, and will growl and even bark if you stop! we don't have the money to take jenny to the vets, for a checkup or for anything they may want to do. this has been an ongoing issue, but toos and dexter took priority, and it hasn't been a bother to her. she existed as normal for a long time, but that's since changed.

jenny has this lump in her mouth, it is larger than the picture shows, but she is a nightmare to force open her mouth since this got so big, i think it's uncomfortable or painful for her. she can't properly close her lips now, and it has pushed all her front teeth away, misshaping her mouth, and sometimes it bleeds profusely. eating has become difficult for her, she can't eat anything hard, and currently will only eat soft human foods like rice, scrambled egg chopped up so small she doesn't have to chew, and things like soups and gravy. she's lost a lot of weight, and i'm getting frightened. to add onto it, i've found lumps like this across her body. i've done as much research as i can, and i believe it to be an oral tumor, it fits, and it looks right, and it spreading across her body is called 'full staging'. and going by all i've read - they will want to remove them in surgery. according to my research, this will cost anywhere from £585 - £4,740 for just the lump in her mouth. that's not including any checkup/test costs, or the other lumps on her body.

she hasn't been to the vet yet, i don't have any secure goal or bills to share, just my assumptions and beliefs from researching myself online. my parents refuse to take her because we can't afford it. i want to save up money, have it in my bank, and show them that we can help her now, before it gets worse, or it's too late. as i said before, i don't have any income, so the only way i can do this is with help.

here's a link to my paypal.me

the icon is a little mouse, and the @ is rivellon

i struggled so badly posting the first post like this for toos. i felt so guilty and embarrassed and ashamed. but i have no choice again, i want to help jenny. i don't want her to suffer. and selfishly, i can't handle losing another dog so soon. this year has been waking nightmare, and i need your help to stop it getting even worse.

please reblog and share, even if you can't donate.

thank you for reading.

[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."

[calciumyum]

Secret Tasks!

I quickly made these as soon as I was done watching everyone's POV! I had a lot of fun making them! The first session was so fun to watch, though I was a bit sad because Ren wasn't there :( Might gonna do these for each session, but I can't promise much because midterm week(s) is approaching and I'm going to explode.

[martyfive]

i’m sorry

[collophora]

Fics rec of the week, and especially if you like well-written Wrecker, is the entire work of @electrikworm on AO3 In order:

The Batch have a terrible day

Human Shield

A peaceful moment

(But go read the others too)

[changeandmovingon]

⌈ 𝔪𝔲𝔤𝔢𝔫 (̸S̸i̸x̸ ̸I̸l̸l̸u̸s̸i̸o̸n̸s̸)̸ ▬▬ι════════ﺤ

the sounds of metal hitting metal could be heard in his surroundings as Kanda rushed towards the fight. his heart was racing, his body aching from the numerous injuries he suffered from his battles with Akumas alongside some exorcists from another branch.

his blue eyes were dark with suspicion and...hopefulness at remembering how the exorcists mentioned someone named Alma. it couldn't be. there was no way that it could be him.

risking more life-threatening injuries, Kanda didn't care. he had to see for himself, maybe it was just someone else that was named like his... close friend. it had to be....he killed Alma for fuck's sake.

the swordsman gritted his teeth as he spotted the large, and strong akuma before rushing into battle. blade slicing through its large body, screeching could be heard but Kanda was only focused on killing it before anything else.

once the threat was taken care of, Kanda turned towards the injured exorcist and he froze. his eyes widen in shock as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. he slowly took a few steps towards the other, not listening to what he was saying as his mind was reveling over who the exorcist was.

"It's....you. It....can't be....."⌋

Perhaps it was just their dumb luck that they found themselves in this situation. Or rather the Black orders bad luck. It's not like the order was rather keen on airing out its dirty laundry. To hide its shame and failed experiments. Especially when somebody dead isn't as deceased as they claimed he was. One can only try to hide the truth for so long before it comes spilling to the surface eventually.

Heavy breaths escaped the injured exorcist as blue hues turned upwards at the stranger's back. His hands planted firmly on the ground with his own weapon laying a few feet away from him. A few moments later he would have been a goner. Sure - he would have regenerated eventually but it's not exactly the preferred route.

Alma's back hit the crumbling wall behind them, just taking a moment to catch his breath. Who would have thought the Akuma would have set up such an elaborate trap, eh? Making it seem like Innocence was in the area to hunt down exorcists. Then again - it was probably the Noah family as well.

❝ Aaaah! I was almost a goner! Hey, hey! Thanks for your help. . . um I don't remember hearing about other exorcists being in the area. ❞

A smile spread across his lips, canting his head to the side in delight.

@changeandmovingon

[skunkes]