#in fact they run AWAY from it

[madame-mongoose]

Enough robots who wish to be human. Wheatley doesn't desire humanity. He literally rants about how he doesn't like humans (and covers his ass when he remembers Chell is one)

He doesn't want to be human he isn't insecure in his artificial self. He's just a silly robot guy who likes to glide around on his management rail okay

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[saint-hymn]

mercy, mèrci

[johnnyshrine]

★ 178 // “Accessible Icon”

[mrs-gauche]

The Dread Wolf Take You (Part 1)

~~Link to the complete 31 page comic here~~

"Imagine that, overlooking the god in your mids!"

May I present, my attempt at illustrating the last four pages of Tevinter Nights. 😁 (Also, the first time I'm posting art on here!)

As the whole thing was quite literally too long to post on tumblr, I uploaded the full version on a customized site made for reading webcomics (via ComicFury). Feel free to check out the link above if you like to read the rest! Also, if you're on mobile, there's a "Scroll View" option for easier navigation. :)

And, obviously, HUGE spoilers for those who haven't read Tevinter Nights!!

On a personal note though, I can't believe I actually finished it... As it had been a *very* long time since I drew (and finished) anything, let alone a 31 page comic and reading Tevinter Nights again finally sparked my motivation (and the courage to post it lol). So I want to thank Patrick Weekes for helping me overcome this massive art block and over two decades of Case Closed mangas for inspiring me how to draw an overly dramatic "exposing the imposter" moment. 😂 I tried my best to be as faithful to the book as possible and it took me forever, so... hope you like it! :D

[fish-in-the-aquarium]

Let's all dedicate a minute of silence to the unborn punchline about the deCOC(K)tion ✊😔

[beneathsilverstars]

i find it so so interesting the things that you can learn about a parent/caregiver just by knowing their kid...

when siffrin doesn't flinch away from bonnie's touch, bonnie says "good kid, good kid. you didn't even jump that time! good job, you did such a good job.” now we know what kind of langauge nille uses to praise bonnie!

bonnie doesn't actually argue all that much about not being allowed to fight - they make their opinion known, but then focus on being a good snack leader. i think they are used to having their point of view taken into consideration! a kid who doesn't dare complain at all might have very strict and stubborn caregivers, while a kid who throws a fit might have caregivers who pay more attention to emotions than logic, or care less about their child's feelings and more about how those feelings affect them. but bonnie trusts that the adults around them will listen to them, and then make a reasonable decision, even if it's not the one they wanted.

bonnie's fairly level-headed in general, actually. they get really upset sometimes, obviously, but it's about things that are really upsetting? otherwise.. if they're not confronted about the death convo, they're able to set it aside and focus on cheering everyone up with snacks. even though they're mad at siffrin, they have some chill convos with him. pretty good emotional regulation skills all things considered! they're often able to choose to be calm and cheerful, but they feel safe expressing sadness and anger, too, so they're not just sitting there repressing everything either!

i just get really emo about what a good job nille must have done raising them 😭

[dyl-z]

178 | 179 | 180

cw: mental health issues, disjointed thinking, fluctuating self-worth, paranoia, disassociation, light suicidal ideation

Sirius is very much an unreliable narrator

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 7: First Meeting/Last Words

[imtired-likerllytired]

You know what I hate

People conflating Bruce’s affection for his kids with how good of a parent he is.

Because Bruce adore his kids

More than anything???

Ever

Argue with the fucking wall

The genuine love, care and affection this man displays when he thinks about his kids? Despite saving the city his canonical belief is that his greatest achievement, is the best man he knows, his son Dick Grayson. That’s just factually something that’s been stated a billion times since the 80s

Now will I mostly talk about Grayson bc he’s my son yeah? I’m sure other Stan’s can talk about Steph,Tim, Jay, dami but I’m here for Dick(lol).

Anyway

Bruce adores dick Grayson more than life itself. Dick makes him laugh and there is this easy, loving affection (most of the time) between them as adults

…. He also??? Just wasn’t a good parent

Now let’s not conflate character with parenting skills. I’m not accusing him of being abusive or being intentionally cruel.

I’m saying that Bruce Wayne could not give his kids assurances about their place in his life. He could not maintain healthy relationships with them when he was unwell and he could not shelter the kids from himself when he was angry. His kids have to deal with his paranoia their entire lives and it’s visible in the way they treat their fellow friends and colleagues, it affected them negatively.

Dick canonically is described like atlas with the world on his shoulders

Every single one of them has trust issues and yeah you can argue they needed it to be detectives but it’s not healthy.

Bruce can be toxic to the people around him, he’s a deeply traumatized person who has suffered. And he takes it out on the world around him.

That’s not a healthy environment for 9-15yr olds

Him getting scared and firing Dick, forcing him to leave home and basically giving the man permanent issues around father figures??? Despite literally thinking the sun looks dim next to dick Grayson and Dick Grayson is the greatest and wow look at how awesome my son Dick Grayson is I sure think he’s the pinnacle of perfection he doesn’t let Dick KNOW that and his actions don’t match his thoughts

Now bc Bruce is objectively a good man (again argue with the wall) who loves his kids very very very much. A lot of emotional unavailability gets counteracted by the sheer fact he does love them

A lot

Which is Why they still go to him. It’s why they keep coming back

I’ve seen so many people say especially in regards to Dick that they think he’s constant running to bludhaven and coming back to Gotham is the similar to that of an abuse victim who keeps leaving and coming back bc they don’t know anything else

Which I think is a fundamental misunderstanding of Dick Grayson as a character.

Dick has known everything else

The titans are canonically described as a second family and a support system

Roy, Wally and Donna are all canonical safety nets for him

Same with Clark? And most of the older mentor groups (barring the arrows in a few iterations bc some authors can’t decide whether Ollie likes or dislikes him)

Not to mention his mom and dad who loved him very much fuck the court of the owls arc

And Dick has never once taken a hit quietly from anyone ever in his life. Not from Bruce, not Roy, not slade, he’s mouthy and gives and good as he gets if not better. Point me to ONE moment in the comics where A) Dick didn’t start the fight or B) Bruce started the fight and Dick immediately proceeded crash out and try to beat him into the dirt (ignore Jason’s death I think most normal people would be the worst if their baby died)

Dick goes back to Bruce because Bruce raised him and loved him and gave him a family. Dick goes back because Bruce took in this battered heartbroken orphan who believed he could never feel the way he did before, the weightlessness of being a child who was loved and tried so so so hard to at least get him close to that.

Dick goes back because Bruce is the reason his story didn’t stay a tragedy and no matter how much of a fucking asshole Bruce can be. Dick knows that the man cares so so so damn much about him.

Like Bruce isn’t a good parent bc he has his own issues he can’t work through and he takes it out of his kids

Not because he doesn’t love them, not because he doesn’t try, not because he puts the mission first (actually this one a little bit) none of that

He adores these kids and there’s never once in canon where he takes them for granted no matter what Tim and Dick Grayson Stan’s will have you believe (I am calling myself out here)

And yeah I think Dick Grayson will be a better parent than Bruce Wayne…. Entirely because of Bruce Wayne

I know that DC has placed Dick as this multiversal constant for good but I personally will attribute Dick being so good with Damian? And Lian and Tim and every other child he interacted with to the fact the Bruce Wayne kept him from… well turning into the next Bruce Wayne.

He kept Dick from becoming the same type of jaded as him. They went through the same story, arguably dicks was worse seeing as he was left in a new city, without anyone who gave a damn about him

The only reason Dick turned out better is bc he had a Bruce Wayne and Bruce didn’t.

Bruce didn’t give his kids the stability or made them feel like his affection was guaranteed without them being exemplary. Even if this isn’t true, him not being able to assure his kids of the fact his affection was unconditional is in fact NOT GOOD PARENTING

it’s just not???

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Evil murder kitten tries to evil murder you in your sleep. She's desperate for a reason not to evil murder you because she does not want to.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daughter of delta Yu, show them that you're no fool!

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[piperonipizzabot]

Hey guys

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

swings bat at hornets nest dot png

consistent characterization of pb is that if youre conventionally cute she will like you and pull you out of danger but if youre kinda offputting or ugly she will let bad things happen to you in front of her and she might even openly blame you for them

[flamingtoads]

Inspired by @blossom--of--snow's fanfic Right to the Heart of Me an AU based off the movie The Bodyguard for @cassiopeiasara!!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

you'd think the person with the weird 'dad lore' would be darry. yknow. meanin like he just says things that he did when he was younger with no context n it always leaves the others utterly lost. n he does. to a certain extent. high school darry was a lil insane at times. however. may I present to you. soda who got really into the hippies in the 70s n spent one summer doin batshit ass bullshit cross country which often leads situations like him n Darry n Pony n theyre drivin somewhere n a song comes on n pony starts singin along idly n sodas like oh I know this song! shit! it's been forever! I was on stage with these guys on night! man I played the guitar with them! I didn't know they had gotten so big! good for them! n it's fuckin steely dan or some shit.