#hi you're a lovely person too ^^

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3

[uncanny-tranny]

The absolute biggest thing I've learned as a trans guy: there is nothing more masculine and manly than not caring about looking or acting masculine or manly. Growing your masculinity or manhood takes time and care - you have no obligation to let the world water your garden when you can do that just fine (and you can, even if it doesn't feel like you can!)

[thethiefandtheairbender]

endless list of otps: (remake) Callum and Rayla, The Dragon Prince

Rayla, I was wrong. I waited too long. I hope you know—I know.

[casscainmainly]

Of course Duke having a Robin growing up just doesn't make sense for his character, as this post points out. WAR was created in the absence of Batman and Robin, and having a Robin Duke looks up to is just really contrary to his characterisation.

BUT I actually love the idea of exploring Duke having a Robin in fic/headcanons or something, but only if it properly reckons with the ramifications. If Duke had a Robin, and assuming his parents still get Jokerised, then his Robin failed him. This would a) make him becoming Robin more emotionally charged and b) negatively impact his relationship with said Robin. This could be REALLY fun!!! Imagine Duke entering Robin War with a vendetta against Tim, or pulling the Bruce train stunt with Dick 😭😭. Basically, 'so-and-so is Duke's Robin' could be really interesting if used as a vehicle to explore Duke's philosophy, rather than as a way for him to prop up another Robin.

[its-a-me-mango]

HOW AM I MEANT TO DIAGNOSE YOU WITH GAY UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!?!?!? GET OUTTA MY OFFICE!!!!!!!! YOU'RE GETTING CRUMBS EVEYWHERE!!!!

Hi @tiredsmashbros I said I'd draw our characters together at some point so!!! Hello!!!! :3 Lalalalala based it off your AF attack for me because I still love it so much, anyway peace and love on planet earth <3

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[emmavakarian-theirin]

the way the music died at just the right moment made this so perfect

[blooming-periwxnkle]

It's kinda crazy when you think about how Ming Yi is basically the less ghastly version of He Xuan. And he was there by Shi Qingxuan's side for centuries, and yet Shi Wudu never found out. He never recognized him.

Imagine being in He Xuan's shoes - like this guy pretty much ruined his life and is indirectly responsible for the deaths of everybody who was dear to him. Shi Wudu rarely descends. But on the eve of Hanlu, he went down to check if he really died or not. He Xuan remembered his face. It probably haunted him during his times at Mt Tonglu, but when he finally meets this person, there is nothing on his face, no shock or horror.

He forgot him, forgot the face of the boy whose life he ruined.

He never bothered to remember. As if he never had a life.

It kind of reminds me of this scene from a manga called Yona of the Dawn. The protagonist is a princess who's on the run. She had lived a sheltered life and was trying her best to adjust to her new life. One day, she had to hunt a fawn for food, and one of her friends asked her if she would be okay with watching it, and she replied that she isn't. It's still hard for her. But she said that in the palace, thousands of animals were slaughtered every day to feed the royal family, and she never paid attention to it. But now, if she averts her eyes, it would be like refusing to acknowledge that the poor creature had a life.

Shi Wudu ruined his life for the sake of his brother, but let alone remorse, he even forgot what he looked like. He was there by his brother's side for centuries, and yet it never struck him, not until the moment his survival was on the line. If he was guilty, would it have changed anything? Would it bring He Xuan's family and the life he lost back? No, but at least it would ensure that his life meant something, anything.

And even after he recognizes him, his first reaction still is not guilt, not remorse. But a question, "You're alive?", perhaps an indirect way of saying, 'did I make a mistake that day?' Or 'did I fail to clear such an important evidence of my crime?'

The person whose life and afterlife is a consequence of his crime, the first thing he says to him is that.

"Noble people really are forgetful'', and He Xuan really meant it. He experienced it himself. For centuries.

[beaulesbian]

I cannot believe we found you.

[introspectivememories]

jason and juno's relationship is like "you were my mother, why couldn't you have just been my mother? and "i will be your sword and your shield" and "i made you into a hero. you ruined me. it's the same thing!" and "i will spend my lifetime being your dutiful champion" and "everything i am is because of you" and "it was my life! you had no right to take that from me. it was my life" and "a girl will be the daughter of zeus but you, jason grace, shall be mine" and "mom, am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?" and "i love you and i always will and i am sorry. what a useless word" and "i have my father's nose and all his rage, but i have my mother's face and her grief" and "or was my rage my mother's? or her mother's? or hers? an inherited creature?" and "but i am very homesick for arms that have never held me" and "the arms that cradled you are covered in an unfathomable amount of blood. but they cradled me, yes?" and "i will die your daughter and i will die your daughter and i will die your daughter" and "i hate you for what you did and i miss you like a little kid" and "hello? this is your mother. are you there? are you coming home?" and "mother, eat me and give birth to me again. this time around i'll make you proud" and "a fragment of god has been found in my mother's tender, fleeting smile" and "beause i'm my mother's son, i leave the arrow in my throbbing heart. what kills me keeps me alive" and "i have searched for my mother's love in all corners of the world" and "to say that you abandoned me would be very unjust, but that i was abandoned, and at times horribly, is true" and "i've done everything you have ever asked me. everything. i have given everything i've ever had" and "if i let him do this to me, what else will i allow? anything, anything, anything" and "i love you so much i'm going to let you kill me" and "you believe me like a god and i destroy you like like i am" and "i am forever your most devoted believer" and "somebody always needs to go first. i know this. i go first" and "i ache for the idea of it" and "i still loved you. i still have to live with that" and "i forget about you long enough to forget why i needed you" and "i miss you more than i remember you" and "when you find an old picture of us, and you clear away the dust, i hope you miss me sometimes" and "if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked. i can't remember, i can't remember" and "and i'll dream each night of some version of you, that i might not have but i did not lose" and "it's been a long time since i've been me" and "i am not the person i dream of being" and "i want everything back, the way it was. but there is no point to it, this wanting" and most importantly, "of course the love is there. still, still, still."

[monotone-artist]

[id in alt]

some idw redraws

[xmintpiex]

today’s thoughts are of chigiri having a crush on his sister’s friend

[miss0atae]

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 6

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 971

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus' body is an inferno. He's well used to running hotter than most. It's just another part of who he is, that doesn't occur to him the majority of the time.

The first few times you'd shared a bed, you'd wriggled out of his grasp, sweating and uncomfortable. Had he had less control over himself, he'd have pouted. (You probably didn't miss the furrow in his brow though.)

So he'd slept wearing as little as possible.

Still too much, waking up in the middle of his sleep schedule to find you across the bed, covers thrown off to cool down. Shedding your discomfort.

Next he'd taken to pulling your clothes off. Always a delight, this time a driven aim. It had worked somewhat, you'd wrapped yourself into his embrace and tangled around him, seeking out the heat of his body like he was your personal pillow.

It lasted longer, but still he was awoken by you edging away, seeking the chill of a turned over pillow and the outside of the duvet.

He'd changed the type of bedding he used, bought you new bedding.

You'd told him to stop worrying, to stop paying expenses, sometimes it was just too warm.

Sylus was sure at that he'd grumbled like a child. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to wake up with you in his arms.

Everytime you moved out of his reach, he itched and ached like scales growing through raw skin. It was one of the few times he envied the doctor, he never seemed to have trouble with keeping you clinging throughout your slumber.

Eventually he had two things fitted, a ceiling fan and air conditioning. The change to temperature meant so little to him, unbothered by heat or cold. When you'd seen them on your next visit, you'd been incredulous. Since when did he need either of these?

He didn't answer that he needed them for you, for him, he just made an offhand comment about the best, and preparation for the future. (The immediate future. His sleep quality.)

His relief that day when he'd woken up, your head under his chin, legs tangled with his, and arms around him. Seeking out his skin against yours.

The second you left the bed, however, you'd complained for the chill. He left the remote for the new tools of his victory, in your hands, but he had gleefully held you as long as he could, chin on shoulder and hands dancing across cool skin.

Your week off has allowed him to experience that for a few days now, he's using your sleep pattern for the week, though there is no real track of time in the sky of the N109 Zone. He doesn't want to make your return to work difficult.

As he wakes, this morning you have stayed asleep, catching up on long hours. Your back is pressed to his chest and you're holding onto his arm. He won't tease you about the drool out the corner of your mouth, but he files away the image for himself. Tickled and endeared.

He doesn't want to wake you, you're so peaceful... but he can't stop himself from pulling as close as he can. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and breathing you in.

You smell like his last meal in every life. Like he could bite down and die happy, your blood in his mouth and your soul in his chest.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps he'd drool as well, salivating and starving.

He certainly feels starved when he cannot keep you close, desperate and dogged.

You'd teased him that he reminds you of a wolf, and he thinks that's more accurate than he likes. He would bite your hand lovingly, but tear and snarl at your command, if that's what you wanted from him.

Sylus wants to get up, if he can get breakfast ready, he can see your eyes light up. Hand you a mug of coffee, that turns his nose, in bed. So you'll kiss his cheek and sigh happily.

He feels satisfaction when he sees you happy because of him. Yet...

Pressed against you, your chest moving with each breath. So alive, and warm and his. You trust him to guard you, to kiss your neck when the scent drives him to madness, to keep you warm against the cold. He once mused that you still took his hand despite how dangerous he was, and every day he marvels more at how you continue to do so.

Now when you take his hand, you place a kiss on his knuckles. That if he had no healing ability, would be scarred and torn and ruinous. He thinks, that even if that were the case... you would still kiss them tender and raw.

You had always seen something in him that no one else did. Flowers suiting his soul, a smile worthy of his face, love belonging in his hands.

He feels sick with the feeling, overflowing from where joined hearts beat in his chest, but it's a sickness he would never wish to heal himself of. Peace found despite how little he probably deserves it.

Sylus is selfish though. A fragment, a taste, a burst of you had not been enough. Millennia's will not be enough. Until the end of the world itself he will never think this is enough.

No matter his sullied hands, or the actions he has made, some of which he would not apologise for, he will never relinquish his treasure.

His Soul.

You who owns his heart for eternity.

As he bites down at your shoulder, stirring your sleep, and laves with his tongue to your sleepy pleasure, he settles for a taste of the cure to his hunger, that he plans to draw out forever.