#and nausea right?

[three-enas-work-parent-and-play]

i started drawing this when burnt out lmao

im ok now though!!! also side note i love how it came out???

extras below the cut: (one with no text and one with fuzzy yellow? [orange?] ena. idk if that one has a name-)

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt#128 part 2

Jason had finally made it too a safe house, his eyes blurred everything together and he was having a hard time breathing. His soulmate seemed close to death when they switched and Jason began to worry about making it a little. Thankfully the safe house was close to where his soulmate had been wandering. He was getting a scolding when Jason was finally in his own body he decided. He thankfully remembered the combination for the lock and sat down on the couch after locking the doors behind him. 

His head was pounding and he wanted to do nothing more than lay here on the couch but the sooner he got in contact with Bruce and the rest of them the sooner he could find himself in his own body again. He took closer attention to the one he was inhabiting at the moment and noticed a few things about it. For one he was wearing a shiny silver belt that had some bright green, the kind that seemed a little too close to the green of the pit or his eyes when he got angry. He moved to touch it but when his skin made contact he violently got shocked. Now Jason had gotten electrocuted before, but this was on a whole new level. 

This utterly confused him, why was his soulmate wearing something that would cause him this level of pain? He couldn’t have been wearing it on purpose, maybe he was forced to wear it? The more he thought about it the more pissed off he got. If someone was forcing his soulmate to wear something that caused this level of pain to torture him made Jason nauseous. He took a few breaths to calm himself before he thought about what his next steps should be.

First he was going to check and see what supplies this safe house had, it was one of Bats so there was probably a spare communicator somewhere he could use. He carefully got back up from the couch afraid to touch the damn belt again and began looking. He found some first aid and a communicator right where he thought it’d be and he put it in his ear and spoke,

“Hey, Jason here, finally got to a safe house, buddy when you get here you’ve got some explaining to do”

—————

Danny could feel how tense the car was as Batman drove. He’d  be totally excited to be riding in the Batmobile but dreaded the conversations he was about to have with everyone here, everyone being Batman, his soulmate, and all of the people that could apparently hear everything through the helmet he was wearing. Danny was afraid to take it off at this point seeing as Batman had been almost silent the whole way. 

Danny had a few moments to actually think about things. The most pressing being his soulmate was in his half almost fully dead body. He knew he was wearing ratty clothes and a specter deflector last. They made him wear it at the facility and he really hoped his soulmate hadn’t tried to touch it. 

Another thing that had bothered him is the body he was currently in. It felt off, not half dead like his own but something similar. He could feel the ectoplasm flowing through his veins but it was much less than what he had. Jason was more alive than Danny was especially at the moment. 

He’d panic a bit more about not knowing the state his soulmate and body were except his helmet crackled back to life,

“Hey, Jason here, finally got to a safe house, buddy when you get here you’ve got some explaining to do”

It felt weird hearing his own voice in the tone of a stranger and he felt it was probably the same for him.

“Jason I’m in the car with your soulmate, let me know your position,” Batman said his voice crackled in his ears. Danny wasn’t sure what to say, he was worried about his soulmate but he sounded really pissed. Probably because Danny took his chance to kill the Joker, he assumed his soulmate intended to kill him anyways since the safety was off.

Danny kept silent throughout the rest of the trip after Jason told them his location. He was honestly a little terrified, he wouldn’t doubt that his soulmate knew Batman with the way they were talking to each other so he went through what he knew about the bats. He went through all of the bats he knew and came to the conclusion that his soulmate must have been Red Hood which meant he was in Red Hoods body at the moment and that thought didn’t help comfort him at all. 

That also meant that Red Hood was his soulmate and that terrified him even more. He’d heard stories, mostly from Sam who kept an eye on everything Gotham related seeing as it was her favorite city. Danny missed his friends, they had seen him get kidnapped by the GIW and tried their best to free him but it wasn’t any use.

Danny spent months in the facility and if it wasn’t for the GIWs own incompetence he’d still be there. They had done some terrible things to him during his captivity. They were in the middle of moving him back to his cell when the lights went out. They hadn’t thought to install a back up generator so the ghost shield had temporarily gone down. He was able to fight them back and escape somehow but the belt he was forced to wear made it impossible for him to use his powers. 

He had been on the run for about a week when the switch happened. 

He tensed a little as Batman parked the car. 

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[squidpedia]

Is clovers memories discontinued

ohh god. Not exactly. but it is in indeterminate hiatus. ughhhgh

main issue is its meant to represent a handful of headcannons that i don’t personally subscribe to as much as i used to,,aa,aaaaaaand thats fine. my takes on characters tend to evolve over time and thats pretty normal.especially when the character is new in my mind like clover was at the time. but . ahdhhfhgngngngngnjgjgjgjjghghghghghgfhmgfjh,gdfs,jhbsdfkhjdskbfjhlkjhlsdbflkjhdfbsljhksdfbkhljsbrglknjIT MAKES IT HARDER FOR ME WORK ON IT, ESPECIALLY WHEN MY COMICS MAKE ME FEEL SHY AND DUMBBB. RRRRARGHHGHHGHFJFJI know i dont owe anyone anything and I made those comics primarily for my own entertainment and no one else’s BUTSTILL IMSORRY. “i got over ambitious and also married myself to ideas prematurely and also this happens a lot” award

Just know a big part of me refuses to drop the comic and its still pretty important to me. However i proceed is just gonna have to be a bit experimental. ive been debating releasing the rest of the pages and just letting the color palette be way more limited, or skipping to the parts that still excite me the most (they dont really require much context anyhow). worst comes to worst i will share the unfinished scraps of the next few pages explain whatever. but im giving myself the leisure of time. thats all i type this before sleepinggnight be niceee

[bugbxyjunk]

need someone to hold and comfort me when my body decides to stop working and just be there with me

[starsarebleeding]

the handjob is nothing, we need to talk about how well they captured that "morning after" feeling 🐡

[ruthytwoshakes]

my girl . so full of illness. h

[justabunny]

I hate that somedays I can eat a pretty normal amount of food and other days I smell something and get super nauseous

[rottenapplefae]

this isn't finished in more ways than one but I'm trying to get rid of my crippling fear of posting wip's so here's what I'm working on right now! I remembered the existence of Anne Hathway's "Twelfth Night" photoshoot that went viral on here a while ago and knew I had to do it with Willow

I'm also putting the sketch where I momentarily considered Boorman as the man just as a joke under the cut!

[meowdei]

Riv opens packages from her best friend ft her terrible immune system that tries to thwart her plans

ANYWAY LOOK AT MY GIANT WRIOSHARK AND SYLUS GRUMPY CROW

[rervraiilstew]

wip, f//yodor as an alligator gar and s///igma as a papillated redbait

[inseparabiles]

Connie Nielsen @ Oscars 2025, Costume Design category for Janty Yates and Dave Crossman.

Speech:

@lucillasstrap I knew saving this was good for something ok. unapologies for promoting the Finnish national broadcasting company but watermarked is the best I can do

[vicsbasement]

Is the scene in the new snippet taken from the Maria/grief fic? :P

You absolutely caught me. It is! I don't know, there's something about that moment in time for me that compels me to write it over and over again. I keep going back to it because I remember that first time we saw the picture of Charles and Carlos driving out of Maranello and to see Charles there-- they already knew, you know? And they couldn't say because there wasn't anything official. But there's this whole headcanon in my head that Charles didn't, couldn't, let Carlos go through this alone because the announcement wasn't supposed to come this early, right. So when Carlos called he picked up. When Carlos needed him, he went. I don't know. Anyway! I did say you'd win another snippet so this is another one for clingy!charles. Enjoy! Carlos was sure that nothing was amiss. He was sure that Roberto just got in his head, but—as he stumbled out of his car in FP2, Charles was the one to grab his arm to stop him from falling. Why was Charles there?

“Hello, mate!” Charles says; a light tone to his voice, cheerful and sweet. Almost too light, like it was forced gentleness. Carlos would be suspicious if he didn’t feel like he was about to hurl.

“Care to hand me over to Gigi? I’m not feeling too well.” Carlos declares, a bit of his polite front waning when another roll of nausea hits him as Charles removes his hands from his back. Carlos starts to take off his helmet and balaclava, hating the sensation of the fabric dragging against his sensitive skin.

“Fred told me this.” Charles sounded… admonishing, like he wanted to make Carlos feel bad for not telling him he’d been having a hard time keeping his food down since yesterday. “You guys heard him, where’s Gigi?” Charles gets something in his eyes when he turns serious. Carlos has seen it a couple of times before, even directed at himself, but his garage—well. It’d come alive with his instructions, with Charles’ tone.

Two mechanics scrambled out of his seat to look for Pierluigi as Charles grabbed Carlos’ arm again and made him sit in a corner. When Carlos felt he wasn’t about to keel over, he let his body fold into himself and his back curved. Carlos just wanted to sleep. The pounding in his head was worsening, the nausea came back with a vengeance, and Charles was looking for—his isotonic drink, of course. That would help a little with the nausea.

“It’s behind you.” Carlos said, and Charles turns sharply and grabs the drink, offering him the straw between pinched-tight fingers. Carlos doesn’t hesitate, but Charles seems to notice the gesture—his fingers a little too close to Carlos’ lips and mouth, so he recoils, albeit gently.

“Thanks.” Carlos murmurs, and Charles nods. He looks fidgety, like he wants to help more but he doesn’t know how. Pierluigi must be looking for medicine to stop the nausea, that’s probably why he wasn’t close, maybe he went to the Ferrari hospitality for his medikit. Charles seems to get an idea and looks for a wet towel, and hands it to Carlos. The heat is stifling and it’s making everything worse, his mouth fills with liquid and Carlos feels like he’s about to throw up in front of the whole garage, when he feels Charles’ gentle hands press the ice-cold towel to his forehead.

“They told me you had a fever?” Charles asks, sheepish. He removes the towel for a second and replaces it with his hand, looking for the pulse point right behind his eyebrows and using his wrists to gauge the temperature. “I shouldn’t have put the towel before, I don’t know if you’re still—”

“I think I am, yeah.” Carlos says. Charles is using both his wrists to gauge his temperature, now, he’s basically cradling Carlos’ head between them. And Carlos gets a good look at Charles; the frown, the pursed lips, the demeanor, and Teto’s voice echoes through his head.

“He’s clingy.” He remembers. But this is not clingy, this is just worried. Right? Just worried.

Pierluigi arrives at that moment and sees Charles cradling Carlos’ head. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question, and Carlos just shrugs as Charles makes space for Pierluigi to lean down and ask him about his symptoms.

As Carlos is trying to recall what’s causing him discomfort he feels how his mouth fills with liquid again, he starts slurring his words, the world turns on its axis and he feels as he’s fading slowly away, the last thing in his vision Charles’ expression of  utter worry.

[emobatsy]

posterity post for me. migraines really just suck so much. this is not endurable this is not normal that is a disability that shits horrific don't play it down oh my god why do we have to relearn this every month. agonized screaming.

[randomthunk]

Anything I'm doing right now is just because the idea struck me and I went with it. Willowfine, *checks notes* shoujo manga protagonist coded? Yeah, that's right, and a total 180 from the tone of the campaign. As the kids say, "vibes".

[justabunny]

I'd rather eat a pair of denim jeans than be nauseous

[yesloulou]