#how many ya need

[aerinsarsenal]

How many accounts do I need to make?

if i hit 100 followers today ill write charlie cnc tonight

[kasieli]

Teen Titans portraits ft. my favorite birb babes!!!

[hey-hey-j]

(sort of a companion piece to this)

older brother instinct

(★ my Kofi)

[wishchip106]

Charles in xmdp slowly losing everything that kept him going throughout the years and watching his dream crumble in front of his eyes

only for Erik to show up, a week or two after trying to kill Charles’ daughter and just generally being an asshole, with a chessboard and an engagement ring LMAO:

“sorry about saying no one cares about you anymore and trying to kill your daughter do you want to move in with me and we can live the life we’ve always dreamed of together 😻”

swooping in before dofp Charles 2.0 happens 😭 but yknow i still wish we got to see Charles grieving over his sister and daughter (yes Jean is his daughter he gave birth to her i will die on this hill) cause like their deaths were only a few days apart and they quite literally meant the world to Charles

ig people mourn in different ways but he should cry on camera at least one time cmon guys

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A lil guy !

[amusl02]

Son of Ogre

[mingot-studios]

God, Edwin is giving me whiplash...

One minute he's coming off as sympathetic, and next he's screaming at all his employees to get out because they're ALL fired for something ONE of them did! (leaking m2 to Fabear Ent., allegedly)

And even *if* one of them did, can you really blame them??

From everything I've seen, Edwin was treating his workers like trash! Of COURSE something like this was gonna happen, my dude! DX

You don't treat people like crap and then expect NOT to retaliate at some point!

[theloveinc]

I feel like, yall and Katsuki have a kid, it's going good, first day of school is tomorrow hell yeah right?

You spend hours convincing Katsuki that it's gonna be okay, nothing is gonna happen to baby, it's fine.

Then baby cries as soon as you both go to leave and Katsuki breaks hard.

He spends the day parked outside the kindergarten some days making sure his baby is okay 😭

You know how sometimes the parent has to stay for a little bit once class time actually starts just because the kid won't calm down? There's Kat with your weepy baby in his lap during opening ceremony, see; days of the week song and counting to ten, red faced n trying to hold back his own tears LMFAO because he honestly doesn't want to leave either.

(You ask him about it later, and he's defending himself with: what if something goes wrong? They don't like the lunch that's provided, or trip and fall in the unfamiliar hallways? Or god forbid, the teacher's an asshole and takes it out on the students???

Not that he hadn't already went overboard when you were looking at schools, vetting the program and reaching out to all the teachers to make sure they were exactly what he was looking for before even thinking about enrolling baby)

It's only when activity time actually starts that baby finally, finally pulls away from him when some kids ask yours to play with them, giving dad one last hug before shyly joining their circle and picking up a block.

AND there Bakugo is, crying on the way to the car and then low? high? key sobbing once you're in because your kid chose some "lil extras" to play with instead of continuing to cling onto him, which you have to remind him is actually a good thing, that other kids wanted to play with your child LMFAO.

He's such a freak LMFAO and it absolutely gets worse with your next baby, too jsdkafjkasdfjk BYE (he absolutely does hang out outside the kindergarten, sometimes even "forgetting" to give them their lunch ON PURPOSE, just so he has an excuse to drop it off and see them in the middle of the day).

[miodiodavinci]

(empty look of death)

[sourtomatola]

Hey I finished this at last after...*checks watch* couple month's...ish. maybe about 6 months. I dunno I started one it and got bored, then picked it up again, got bored again, and tonight I saw it only needed a little more help so I decided to finish it tonight.

More dca in this style (cause I'm proud of these) Moon | Sun | Both | More moon | One more moon | Moon and Y/n | Oh no more moon | Eclipse | different eclipse | one more eclipse | Franken Vanny and Spooder Moon | Newest one

[loopyarts]

Some young adult Dick Grayson Robin sketches.

[summonthebats]

Snip of an unwritten Arcane Au

“Viktor. Stay a moment.”

He had only just finished getting his papers in proper order, but Viktor handed them off to Adj and gestured her towards the door.

“Get them safe before the rain comes.” He didn’t trust the ink now to run, or the paper not to dissolve if truth be told.

Her lazy eye continued its drift towards him, but the other flicked to Silco in silent question. Another token of a loyalty he had certainly never earned.

“And then get to bed, you are not recovered.” And if this was a trap he had long since sprung it, Adj need not stay to face its teeth with him.  

Sevika held the door for his companion, her shoulders low and easy. Her weapons had been on cheerful display for the entire meeting and remained so now. Adj at least ought be safe. Viktor, perhaps. Not even Sevika was always aware of her leaders plans.

Viktor slid back into his chair, rearranged his leg into the cushion. Looked up into the weight of Silco’s full attention and waited to be addressed. And then kept waiting.

Perhaps it was his own bias that shaded amusement over the chem baron’s slow blink. Or perhaps it was not.

“I find myself in need of a second opinion on the inner workings of, good men.”

The tone did not warrant comment, but Viktor let himself raise an eyebrow before he loosened the straps on his legs once more. The cushion could only do so much and this may take quite some time.

“I have received a letter from Vander. You know of Vander.”

“Most know of Vander.” Few actually knew Vander however, which Silco no doubt banked upon. “What does he want from you?”

“Forgiveness.”

The footsteps were a courtesy, the rug far to plush for Silco to make any noise he didn’t mean to. Combined with the distance at which the man stopped and offered the paper this was all alarmingly polite. Silco might just actually want advice. Or maybe was engaged in a particularly intricate bid for loyalty. Most likely both.

It was, likely Vander’s writing. Very likely Vander’s words. A genuine request then, no matter what other plays were at work. Silco had, after all, no notion of quite how well Viktor knew Vander. Vander had no notion of quite how well Viktor knew Vander.

“What did he do?”

Warwick's guilt had not troubled him at the time, so little could then. But the half recollection of it was unsettling now. That first image of Silco, then young and hopeful, had carried so very much.

“He tried to drown me, in the river.”

It was only long practiced freeze reflexes that kept him still, but it was a effort to not glance at Silco’s ruined eye. A long standing injury, all knew, an established trade mark. But the paper may well be old. Zaun had many places that life fled, and the mines were certainly dry. Still…

Viktor breathed slowly. Refolded the note along its old creases, watched the dust on his fingertips.

“This is a pathetic attempt at an apology, and to consider it at all you must wish to forgive enough to raise many questions I hope never to have answered.” He did not particularly care to have those suspicions confirmed. “At the very least he must do better than this. And to trust him again after such a thing is, well. It would require far better evidence.”

The hand had not, it seemed, reached for the proffered note. No, it settled, moving slowly, still some shade of polite, on Viktors jaw.

There remained no part of Silco that was not a weapon, but his compassion was honed sharpest of all.

“Who betrayed you Vitkor?”

Sometimes a different viewpoint would reveal new parts of a problem, and Viktor was about as different as Silco was ever going to find. All those years in Piltover, a scientist, altruistic even. Thank fuck for the Zaun born suspicion and practicality or even his results couldn’t make him bearable. Surely guaranteed to provide an all new perspective.

Only his perpetual wariness had shifted to that eerie control, the constant tremor gone from his hands, and he hadn’t looked to the ruin of Silco’s face. And Viktor, well, he knew what could have caused it, he didn’t have the opportunity to not know.

“This is a pathetic attempt at an apology, and to consider it at all you must wish to forgive enough to raise many questions I hope never to have answered. At the very least he must do better than this. And to trust him again after such a thing is, well. It would require far better evidence.”

A dozen observations came together at long last, and he was going to need a very good explanation for Sevika even if this all went just right. But he knew now didn’t he? He knew.

 “Who betrayed you Vitkor?”

Who had dared?

Gold eyes, as gold as his heart according to the sickly, cringing gossips, finally met his. Perfect prey stillness, save for everyway that he was anything but. That jaw was a terrible thing, the way the skin sat so tight he didn’t even need to try and find Viktors pulse.

“You asked for advice.”

“Stories are so often the best kind.”

Gold eyes and gold heart and Silco wanted to find every crack and dent in it. To find every careful repair and trace them back whatever lay beneath, a mystery still but surely a far stronger thing than gold. Nothing so malleable was at the core of this man.

“…It is of no bearing on your situation.”

“Allow me to disagree.” He could see the edges of it now. “It will have been a Piltie, why you came home? Not open violence, not for you science types. A research partner? Your boss? Stole your work, claimed your rights. Give me a name.”

Those exceptional walls could only do so much against a hand on skin, he could feel every hit land.

“No.”

“No? Come on Viktor, aren’t you Zaun’s golden boy? We would so enjoy avenging you.”

“That’s- It is not like that! Without a Piltie name attached they won’t even pretend to read it!” The backs of those cool fingers snapped against his wrist, and Silco let himself be warded off. Mustn’t push so far, not now, not like this. “You are being ridiculous.”

The wise thing to do here would be to move back, or sit down even. Show Viktor that he wasn’t trapped. That his status here, allied however strangely and an irreplaceable asset beside, still ensured consideration and respect. But the best Silco could do was keep his hands off while Zaun’s best scientist got his leg ready to carry him again and even that was a trial.

Viktor was betrayed. Viktor understood. Viktor came home and did good and settled in to advise an uneasy ally despite it all.

Silco wanted to find all the edges, trace every scar and bite them bright again. Wanted to find the hands that made them and cut them off. There were so many salacious whispers about his pet, couldn’t he make some of them true?

“Perhaps, but less so than them.” No, no hands. Control, do not try to touch the scientist, none of that gorgeous sorrow was meant for him. “Broken promises then?” For Viktor was also so very careful, to never offer more than he could must assuredly deliver. “Yet the consequences fell on you regardless.”

A full flinch this time. Final strap in place and lovely hands still and gold eyes closed as a shuddering breath pulled its way past desperate self-restraint. The little air filter whirling on the table the only movement. Then, Viktor, chin raised and throat bared, gold eyes almost slits, every line of him a surrender and the lazer focus of his attention making it all a lie to blatant to tell.

“You will forgive him. No matter your better judgement, your reasons or your plans. It will catch you up and swallow you whole. Because you want, so very much, for the one you loved to have been the one who loved you.”

The knifes handle was cool, steadying his fingers. Viktor stood, stepped in and never spared it a glance. Not a large man, never that, but not such a small one when he stood straight, when he looked at you like that.

“So what do you want of it? And what are you willing to risk for that gain?”

Gold eyes, so very close. One hand on his stick and the other holding the note. No threat.

“Tactical questions, Viktor?”

“Eh. Play to your strengths.”

The snort escaped him. The half step in and too swiftly bent neck wasn’t much intended either. Tactics, sure, why not? Only sensible. Surely this skinny thing ought flinch from him? Surely such a busy brain should give off more heat? Surely Silco knew better than this?

The little filter whirled on. The bar rumbled away below their feet.

“Fuck.”

A soft nod.

“Is yours sorry? Did he love you?”

“More than life itself. Yet still he does not see what it is he ought be sorry for.”

To much, to close, to much truth in it. And for what? Viktor didn’t owe him this. Nothing in it, save for to much compassion, a too generous exchange of vulnerabilities.

A cool hand on his bad cheek, but no retreat. Viktor didn’t pull away.

“You have all the time, to choose or not. You owe him no forgiveness, nor ought else.”

“No, but I want.” The truth at last, tossed out in the only fair exchange, empathy hauled out of him by his own nightmares behind another mans eyes.

A deep sigh, and Viktor finally leaned back, pressed into where their foreheads touched. An old steam of ‘can I’ and ‘should I’ and ‘dare I’ already boiled away with no answer left behind.

“Mm. That is where they get us, yes.”

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Ohiwe

After Oh is split into two, their power is halved/divided. But! Other traits are not necessarily divided evenly. So she holds all the romantic love (unrequited) for Ymber. She also has the rhythm/ability to dance while the other half cannot keep a beat for the life of him.

[wynandcore]

Able: mechanic by day, music star by night

I wanna know how they met so badly

[aroaceleovaldez]

one thing running @riordanverse-ship-polls has gotten me thinking about is that the fandom should bring back a lot of old ships that got dropped. Just to mix things up and add some more variety into the fandom again. The community used to have a lot of really interesting and really varied ships but now most of the stuff you see is canon and maybe a couple of leftover things from that time or some rarepairs and that's it (and a lot of weird aggression towards people who diverge from canon ships at all). Half the major characters don't even have prominent alternative ships to canon these days. Like, did you know Hazel/Piper used to be a decently popular ship? When was the last time you saw Hazel/Piper stuff? Probably never if you're a newer fan.

anyways we could really stand to have more variety. together we can bring back variety. the fandom needs to get weirder again. like cmon we've got some new characters let's thing of some new combos.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

London Haul!!! 🇬🇧🐾✨️