#been working on this for a bit

[wolfswitcheryanimations]

"I don't understand..."

Markus looked down at his own father, floating above him as if observing a fly on the windowsill.

"You have your sword in front of you. Why aren't you attacking?"

The question was made with genuine curiosity, his voice soft and monotone, a far cry from his loud and whiny former self.

D looked up at his son, with a sense of fear and paralysis that neither Markus, nor any hunter with him, had ever seen from him before.

He raised his head as he braced himself against the searing heat, tears in his eyes.

Normally, within this situation, he would be standing straight up, sword in hand, screaming against the monster that dared to hurt the unprotected.

"I... I cannot..."

Markus tilted his head, more confused. "Why not?"

D's breath was labored, sweat dripping from every orifice.

"Come on, Son. You know why."

The fire mage drew closer, growing impatient. "What? No. I do not know why." The formations on his face, most recognizable as eyebrows, furrowed with a familiar annoyance. "Aren't you supposed to be stronger than me? Smarter than me? More experienced?"

D's eyes widened with regret, his tears now coming full force. "Markus, no. I lost my composure, I didn't mean it! Please, believe me!"

Markus seemed almost disappointed at this answer.

"So, you lied to me. Again."

D's eyes narrowed as he shook his head. "Only to protect you! I can't have you gallivanting around with the paranormal, you don't know what it's li-"

...

D recoiled as he realized what he just said.

And who he just said it to.

"Oh. Oh no, father. I think I know fully well."

He moved directly towards D's face, the heat emanating off him like a furnace.

"So that's why you can't attack me. You pity me, as per usual."

D looked at Markus as much as he could, his hand shielding as much heat as he could, and held his head down low in regret.

He took a look behind him, where his clan should be.

"Well, why don't you kill me then?" He took a deep breath in, hoping to Gaia that this worked. "I'm the one you're angry with, right? Leave the rest." Tears rolled down his cheeks, then evaporated into the air. "Wouldn't that show me up? Killing your own superior?" He laughed, finding a strange bit of black humor in the situation. "I won't deny it, I've been cheating death for a very long time now."

His smile waned and receded. "What good is a hunter if he makes his sons into monsters, anyway?"

Markus stared at him for a second, in disbelief. The mere idea of his father joking about his death would be complete bullshit to him only a few days ago.

And yet...

"A tempting offer, but I refuse."

Now it was D's turn to be surprised, as a large, flame-like hand had picked him up by the scruff of his neck. He stared at Markus in disbelief, as he muttered one singular word.

"...Why?"

"You said it yourself, Father." Markus smiled. "A dead hunter is useful only as a warning, and there is so much more use I can get out of you." Markus floated up toward his dad one more time as the ground broke up and opened beneath him.

"Have fun down there. You won't come back."

[caraecethrae]

A fair man illuminating level places, Rowan Kal, 2025, digital painting

ᚐᚏ ᚋᚐᚅᚐᚅᚅᚐᚅ ᚋᚐᚉ ᚂᚔᚏ

[bellwethers]

Tough.

[monstermonger]

Napping under a blanket of cherry blossom petals…

Itty Bitty Spring Dragon Stickers ♡

[plushiefucker-moved]

just saw a really stupid post on tumblr where someone showed the prices of vegetables in china and how, when converted to US dollars, only costs a couple of cents, and the post was like, "ugh why must us americans suffer such high prices when the rest of the world doesn't !!!" and it's like. you are aware that you come from a country with an extremely strong currency, yes ? and that, just bc a loaf of bread costs R20 (or 1.06 USD) here in south africa, that doesn't make it affordable to the average working class south african, just bc it seems cheap to you, yes ? u are aware that many ppl around the world make wayyyyy less than even the minimum wage american, yes ? that, even though you may be struggling financially in ur country, ur dollar still has significant power over the majority of the currencies around the world. yes ?

[ozymandien]

chef with a silver earring

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[ariazou]

“Well? Don’t you want to save your friends?”

Iconic moment with Iguin and Coco 🪄 So excited to see how that storyline goes

[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.

[mildh4nn]

THE KING OF PIRATES

Interested in the full resolution and no glaze? Wanna tip me? Check me Patreonn

Added this as a print to buy if anyone would like to grab one as well

[morganbritton132]

AU where Tim, age nine, walked three miles to his neighbor’s house, held up his bleeding hand to Alfred, and asked if he could please have a bandaid. He got stitches instead, and a hug from Dick, who squeezed him tight and asked, “Can we keep him?”

And then Tim never went home again.

He learns gymnastics with Dick and reads in the library with Jason. He shows Alfred how to reset the wifi and rambles on to Bruce about his latest obsession (shipwrecks), and he never sees his parents again.

Behind the scenes, there was a kid left alone in a mansion while a whole international incident played out. It included a kidnapping, a ransom, a failed hostage negotiation, and two dead parents never coming home.

It pokes at a wound in Bruce when he is told about the Drakes and he has always been productive in tragedy. He knows how to shove the hurt away and build something strong on top of it.

The adoption was seamless. The sell of the Drake Estate was effortless. The trust for Tim. The memorial. The scholarships in Jack and Janet’s names. Bruce does it all methodical and singleminded.

And somewhere. Somehow. They forget to tell Tim.

Sometimes he misses his mom and dad. He misses his old room and being alone in a big house, but months turn to years and he likes it here. He really does. He has brothers here and Alfred, and they say they’re his family. He likes that.

They said they wanted to keep him, so they kept him. Kept him forever.

Then Damian is there.

Tim comes home and there’s a new boy, about the age he was when they got him. Tim asks in a whisper, “Did they take you too?”

[artsymeeshee]

More boys being silly with each other ;w;

[clumsypuppy]

eos pt. 1

[zorangezest]

(part 5) happy father's day :)

me when characters are so doomed by their love but they love again anyway they love again anyway

if you're wondering what frenzy's listening to, i tried to find the angriest screamiest song to have a crashout to :D

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a doodle from a few days ago