#i survived... wow

[jkvjimin]

VMIN ㅡ soulmates

@kpopcreators event 07: duos

[cr. namuspromised, jung-koook, 0613data]

[sunlight-shunlight]

anyway i think i got more followers since the last time i mentioned this! and it is one of the funniest parts of dai, to me. everyone needs to know about the temple(?) jail(?) where solas pretends to be illiterate

"indecipherable" yeah. i'm sure.

[ninakoll]

6 page (pg-13?) rinniki comic inspired by that one rly cute hajime story in which hajime is invited to eat pizza with rinne at niki's place. did this sort of as rinne's bday comic since niki got one too! sorry if its a little ooc i needed them in the Situation for this comic to work...

that dangling spit over someones face as punishment thing is 100% an older sibling forbidden move . anyway.. always fun to draw a short comic. see you aruound space cowboys

[butyouaremymess]

S2E02: Off to the Races // S3E01: Out of the Shadows

[kaiserouo]

civilian in the mall

[woe-is-tuli]

These teasers are too much for my poor heart oml

[crimeronan]

another thing i want the kids following me to know is: you guys have spent most of, if not Literally All Of, your adolescence in a COVID world. This Is Not Normal.

like fuck me. all the articles about it are thinkpieces about how hard it is to be a teacher right now because kids are SO all-over-the-place developmentally.... which i'm sure is true!

but most of what i've heard from other adults ABOUT you guys is just an annoyed, "these kids don't know how to behave these days, their parents just left them on the computer and never parented them, they don't know how to talk to people, so annoying"

which is like. come on, stacy. a little compassion?? can we Please get one fucking iota of compassion?? on this bitch of an earth??

you guys are dealing with all the typical traumas of adolescence (lack of autonomy, being legally property) after having dealt with ANOTHER Fucking Enormous Trauma during your developmental years (isolation), while trapped in classrooms with a million other kids all going through the same thing, and all of you are coping and adapting to this differently, AND a lot of you are ALSO dealing with the grief of having lost family/friends to sickness.

that is a fucking WILD cocktail of circumstances in which you're trying to learn & fill out college applications. and i'm assuming most school districts do NOT have enough decent guidance counselors to handle it. even putting aside potential trauma stemming from mandated reporting stuff.

the Vast Majority of the adults you interact with were NOT in school during COVID. we have no fucking clue what it's been like for you all. the solutions that worked for us in high school simply won't always be applicable anymore.

it's a bad time to be a high school student. if everything feels wrong to you right now, it's because This Is Not Normal.

[cheralith]

i am convinced that the blue lock guys would try and do the "how many fingers am i holding up lol ✌️" thing with yukimiya (even with his glasses on) but the thing is...

his actual vision isn't that bad, the myopia was just an offset caused from optic neuritis. it's like at most -1.75 at best so he can still see decently well from afar without them

but everyone just gets so worked about it and bachira starts yelling "WITCH 🫵🫵🫵" when yukki keeps correctly guessing how many fingers he's holding up with a deadpan expression

[bitten-button]

I would NOT be able to hire Brett Holmes for a case bc I would not survive the eye contact he gives. He listens so good and I would fucking DIE on the spot because I am a FRUITCAKE.

And that's just the eye contact. Lord help me if he quirked an eyebrow or did literally anything with his hands I can't

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)

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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.

Most of the time he wasn’t comically evil, like what he’d expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didn’t want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.

Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didn’t feel like living with a rogue, just like…staying with a distant relative, or something.

He seemed like just an ordinary person.

Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.

The GiW agent they’d tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote he’d made.

After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.

Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.

Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings he’d received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agent’s back with a vice grip on one of his arms.

“Let’s try again,” he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. “Where is the GiW base of operations?”

The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.

For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Scarecrow began to twist the man’s arm further. It wasn’t long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Danny’s stomach churned.

“You know,��� Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, “there are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesn’t involve hard labor, really.”

The man’s face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.

(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)

“However,” Scarecrow continued, “I find you’d be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, but…”

He leaned closer to the man’s head, his voice lowering.

“Would you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?”

He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.

“You seem like a rather driven young man. I’m sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?”

“Fuck you, you—”

The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.

He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.

This was wrong. This was wrong.

Shouldn’t Danny step in, do something?

“That won’t heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, you’ll end up with permanent damage.”

The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.

“Just the sort of thing something like you deserves,” Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.

“You tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,” Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the man’s broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.

“Was it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.”

He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.

“Scarecrow, wait,” Danny choked out.

Scarecrow turned to look at him.

Even his posture was different than usual. He looked… stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.

Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.

“You—we don’t have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You don’t have to…”

Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didn’t even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.

“We’ve exhausted every other option and you know it,” Scarecrow said, his voice low, “this is the only way we can move forward.”

“Still, I—I don’t,” Danny swallowed, his throat tight, “this isn’t—this isn’t right. Isn’t there some other way to do this? Like—a truth serum, or something?”

“Truth serums are notoriously unreliable. They’re almost as bad as lie detectors. We’re much more likely to get a reliable result from this.”

Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrow’s grasp, which was graciously ignored.

He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.

What was there left to say?

“The Bat does the same thing at times, you know,” Scarecrow said, “him and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, I’m actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that I’m doing. Physically.”

“Still, that doesn’t make it right,” Danny said desperately. “Even if—even if everyone in the world did this, it wouldn’t make it right.”

Scarecrow hummed.

They were both silent for a moment.

His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.

“I would love an alternative. But…”

He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agent’s arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.

“There aren’t any other options,” Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.

“Yes,” Scarecrow said. “I’m sorry.”

There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.

“You can stand outside and keep watch, if you’d like. At such a short distance their radars won’t pick us up.”

Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.

He sat outside for quite a while.

He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.

He was glad that he didn’t have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.

“Did you at least…do you know where they are, now?” Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.

“They didn’t share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.”

Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.

He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?

Was there a chance that he was?

Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.

“Danny,” Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.

“I’m truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didn’t have to endure my company. I…”

He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.

After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Danny was quiet.

“I’m going to bed early,” he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.

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[mokadevs]

day 5: hands for holding

[sunlight-shunlight]

attempt to deter the herald of andraste from reading an inaccurate treatise on "the magickal art of dalish fresco" out loud.

5 minutes later, deterrence successful. no one is reading anything.

ouch. anchor malfunction after closing a rift.

two elves, standing 5 feet apart, because they're Emotionally Detached Professionals™

(uhhh pretend the vallaslin is on there, it's deeply annoying to draw on a small scale without ruining the facial expressions fjfsfhg)

[doctorweebmd]

Richard Siken, 'Planet of Love'

[girl-archie]

[topaz-mutiny]

Hilarious how their naive plan to reason with and/or control Predathos was foiled by the very thing they were warned about: Predathos being pure Id, single-mindedly focused on wanting freedom and eating and consuming and devouring and eating and consuming and devouring and eating-

[izartn]

With this new info about Mizi, and showing even more clearly Till being only shallow-y attracted to her facade and him knowing she only loves Sua and Mizi being disgusted, dissapointed about what Till feels about her while being friendly outwardly and I'm like. What the hell was that R2 song Till? Augh. He doesn't let himself know anything about the true Mizi (bc he's in such a bad situation himself he can't) but I'm just. Ouch. Haunted. By how much Mizi did not need that happening just after she lost Sua and was glad to be alive and horrified at herself for it and heartbroken at losing her.

I've no doubt Mizi cared for Till as a friend, which is probably why she feels so guilty (she trying to smile for him between tears as he dies is. Mizi my girl I love you) but she has no reason to? Till was already gonna lose when she appeared in the crowd. Augh.

Till being unable to be anything but himself and show all his emotions up front probably meant he was doomed since the start. He's not an actor. And you need to be one to be a good idol and win the influence game.

Anyways I'm now rootating Mizi, and MiziSua (glad to see the fault lines there it's much more interesting to me now we get Mizi pov) and Mizi +all the other characters and how real has this went about it. Ouch.