#projecting? maybe

[68spidey]

@angeldrawstoons "Will your Raph and Mona have any kids?"

AS A MATTER OF FACT-

[anxiousthoughts365]

This is just for me to get this out of my head, please read the warnings below before interacting.

Mature audiences, TransMale!Bilbo, mentions of AFAB cycles. DNI if you're a TERF, bigot, or anything else uncool.

Thorin woke, disoriented and unsure as to why it was still dark when he opened his eyes. He wasn't on the rotation for the watch tonight, and as he lay in his bedroll, staring at the moon and straining his ears, he couldn't immediately pinpoint anything that might have disturbed him.

He turned his head instinctively, searching for the form that he'd grown used to being pressed up against his side over the past few weeks, then sat bolt upright when he found the space next to him empty.

Trying not to panic, he ran his hand over the divot in the grass that still vaguely held the indent of a small body. Still warm. He can't have gone far.

Thorin looked around the camp, at the rest of his company. Bifur was the only one sitting up, and he had his back to the sleeping Dwarves, his head turning slowly as he kept vigilant watch. Thorin carefully eased himself out of his bedroll and padded over to the mute Dwarf, holding his hands up in a sign of peace when the grizzled head snapped in his direction.

'Which way did Bilbo go?' he asked softly, when Bifur's posture had relaxed as he registered that the shape in the dark was his King. In the light of the dying fire, Thorin watched his friend's brow furrow, and quickly lowered his gaze to the scarred hands rising from Bifur's lap.

What do you mean? He's not with you?

The signs came quick, but the chill that raced through Thorin came quicker. How was it possible that the watcher hadn't even heard Bilbo leave their camp?

'Don't wake the others yet,' he murmured, carefully drawing the small dagger from his belt as he turned on the spot, searching for something, anything that might indicate where the Hobbit had gone. His heart rate quickened when he spotted a snapped branch over the path leading away from the camp, towards the river that they'd bathed in earlier. 'I'll signal if I don't find him.'

He didn't watch for Bifur's reply, instead headed straight for the path, his heart in his mouth as he tried not to run. He just couldn't figure out why Bilbo would have left the camp ...

His question was answered when he burst from the brush, panting and gazing about wildly, until his eyes lighted on the hunched up form by the river's edge. Bilbo's head snapped up, and Thorin's heart stuttered when the moonlight reflected tracks of tears on the Hobbit's flushed face.

'I'm sorry,' Bilbo whispered, and fear flooded Thorin again when those entrancing hazel eyes filled with fresh tears. Out of the corner of his eye, Thorin saw Bilbo's hands tighten around the object in his hands, and Thorin followed the movement to find that he was holding his bedroll. Thorin's stomach swooped sickeningly when he saw that the water flowing out of it was tinged with red, and Bilbo's voice trembled as he said, 'I'm so sorry -'

'Amrâlimê.' His voice cracked with a strange mixture of worry and relief as he staggered over and dropped to his knees by the halfling's side. His hands shook as he brought them up to cup Bilbo's cheeks, searching his eyes for any clue as to why the Hobbit was here in the middle of the night.

'My love, are you injured? How did this happen? I swear, if anyone has laid a hand on you -'

'No!' Bilbo's damp hand covered one of Thorin's, and the tension in Thorin's chest eased when Bilbo gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile. 'No, Thorin, I'm alright, truly. It's just ...' The Hobbit hesitated, then took a deep breath and blurted, 'It's just my cycle. I know Dwarves have them, too, but for Hobbits they come monthly. And I just wasn't expecting it, so it took me by surprise, and I've s-soiled my bedroll, and I j-just wanted to f-f-fix it ...'

Bilbo's lower lip was quivering too much for him to finish, and tears spilled down his cheeks again when he blinked in surprise at Thorin's relieved laugh.

'My sweet Hobbit,' he chuckled, leaning in to press a brief but meaningful kiss to Bilbo's lips. The Hobbit seemed to sink with relief when Thorin pressed their foreheads together and rumbled, 'You should have woken me. Let's get your blankets washed, yes? Do you need to wash anything else? I can fetch your supplies and fresh trousers, if you'd like?'

'You're not ... You're not cross?' The apprehension in the Hobbit's voice made Thorin lean back to look at him. Bilbo looked away, embarrassed, as he went on, 'I know it's disgusting -'

'Nothing about you is disgusting, Amrâlimê,' Thorin asserted, rubbing his thumbs along Bilbo's cheekbones in a soothing motion. 'Your body is doing what it needs to do by nature, and I'm just sorry that I hadn't kept a better track of things to be able to help you with this.'

Bilbo's breathing hitched, and he surged forward, pressing his lips to Thorin's, his bedroll momentarily forgotten as he flung his arms around the King's neck. And though the dark night pressed in around them, Thorin was more than happy to focus his energies on the lovely being in his arms, happy to stay in this embrace for as long as Bilbo needed to remember that he was loved and cared for.

[theonyxstate]

barty would get a christmas song stuck in his head and make it everyone else's problem, especially in the summer. regulus started levitating him out of the room when he'd start singing the minute they learned the spell

[toffeemugg]

something something the amount of times ive had my hands full in the kitchen and had to like horse kick the walk-in door closed... sanji probably did the same thing. does.

[pistachi0art]

mooters?? 🍈

[mecwmellc]

miguel befriends a theater major in college and needing another creative outlet now that miyagi-do is over, he signs up to be part of stage crew. lots of moving around but he has a karate trophy so it can't be that bad, right? he's wrong, so wrong. theater is another whole beast. he loves it though and finds that nothing beats opening night when you see it all come together

[des-no9]

I don't really like attributing modern terms, identities and dx much in fantasy etc but I definitely write Voss autistic and people have noticed more than once and I'm so glad

[averagecatdoodlesenjoyer]

whatever. go my noelle

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

Pssst... something new is coming...

...this weekend!

Free, non-AI animal art references.

[cheesyfan]

i llove this

Go Zero Go!

[marypsue]

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

[reillymackay]

ogh my fucking god man.

[peachie-wren13]

There is something so visceral about interpreting Jason's character and the idea that this kid who comes back from the dead and finds the only real dad he ever knew has replaced him, AND the only reminder of himself he sees is that godforsaken "Good Soldier" inscription on his grave.

So angry and desperate for recognition (and attention) he starts killing people, putting on an act, becoming something ugly and dangerous all for the sake of proving himself to Bruce in some fucked up way. He misplaces that anger towards Tim but he should've been the last. Joker fucking killed him and still Bruce puts another child in the line of fire.

Because he's a kid and he's angry and from his point of view, Bruce didn't give two fucks about him. he was just a soldier, replacable, cannon fodder, a casualty of war.

Also have feelings about "just him, and doing it because he took me away from you" and "I've never seen you hit Joker that hard, and you hate him"

idk maybe I'm projecting my own parental issues here but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Just saw artwork of Jason doing the heads in a duffle bag thing and—-

I’m sorry but there’s just something so visceral and horrifying about a teenager sawing heads off people in a display for power.

Were they bad people? Yes. Did they deserve it? Probably. Did it send a message? Absolutely. Is it still horrifying? Heck yeah.

Just—- knowing Jason and his background, it’s just so heartrendingly tragic. I don’t even think he liked doing it, I’m just imagining him having to throw up afterwards before putting his helmet back on and playing tough crime lord again. The amount of self loathing he must feel whenever he thinks too hard about his actions. Falling asleep and seeing that—

Just— emotional repercussions, man. They’re real…

[greykolla-art]

Ooooh careful, Alastor! Your line between manipulation and genuine care is getting blurryyyyyyyyyy 👀!

I missed drawing them man! Miss Sweet and mister Scary in situations together is my favourite! ❤️ (but did it have to span 9 coloured pages I almost died?!)

(No I won’t do a part 2 😘!)

[transfemcastiel]

i think cas should be a fan of movies about aliens. as a treat. i think she'd like arrival