#relax and study

[yanikzey]

Study night

[billi-mausi]

No one told me going to college meant having no time to read jegulus fanfiction.

[m4rz1t0ne]

POSTING THIS AND IM GOING TO BED IM EMBARRASSED AS FUCK

[tentakelspektakel]

"from murderer to mother- 101 tips at becoming a parent"

The Lovely @jetii gave me the Idea to draw our beloved Echo relaxing juuuust a little bit :)

[nouverx]

Luci sketches based on angel statues I found on Pinterest 😇

[likesdoodling]

I have finished The Angst Version™~ (of chapter 50 of The Harrowing by @chthonion >:D) The bonus chapter added some stuff/re-inspired me, which is all to the good imo~ gotta get that Maximum Angst Factor AMMIRIGHT?? >:D (also. Mostly paraphrasing stuff just so you're aware~)

Then we got some of the conversation~ (without dialogue, 'cause a picture tells a thousand words~ >:D)

Then a sketch that was completely inspired by the bonus chapter-

It's not as 'polished' as the other ones, I just had thoughts about that tidbit and decided I absolutely had to mention it- so it got a drawing to match. :D

And finally, because I don't want to end this on too depressing a note-

:')

I'm not crying, you are.

My personal favourites include Extra Angry Maedhros + hands over the face Annatar, - then- actually. y'know what? I can't pick favourites. I like them all too much to do that. But that was the 'segment' that I experimented on - to try and convey the emotions through how chaotic/forceful the lines were, and it worked exactly how I wanted it to. Which is very satisfying.

>:D

(also, I don't think Maedhros was quite that visibly angry in the actual chapter, but it's supposed to be a mix of that plus Annatar's perception of him/what made Annatar panic. Make of that what you will. Eheh. Eheh. Eheh. >:D)

[brokeyourbones]

DC PROMPT

Every robin has died once. Except, in this universe, they don't come back. Bruce has already long since hung up the cowl, unable to stand being the Bat after Tim's death, having to bury another child of his own.

When Damian comes along, he thinks he has one last chance, to be an actual dad, to be a good father. When Damian finds his way into the dusty, abandoned Batcave one night, Bruce is horrified.

Because he finds Damian wearing pieces of all the robin suits. Dick's shirt, Jason's gloves, Cass's cape, Barbara's mask, Tim's pants, and Steph's boots. He looks just like all the boy robins, and his hair doesn't help with how he looks like Cassandra.

Damian is only 10, so parts of the suit drape over his body. He looks just like the other robins, Bruce can hardly hold back a choked sob. Damian doesn't understand why Bruce is shaking when looking at him.

"Father? What is wrong?" Damian asks cautiously, head tilted to the side in the same way Dick used to do. Bruce's heart clenches.

"...How did you...find this place? It's sealed off." Bruce answers Damian's question with another, brows furrowing. He made sure any records of this place were destroyed, and that there was no way inside.

Damian looks at Bruce like he's stupid, placing his hands on his hips and looking around.

"They showed me!" Damian says like it's obvious, not explaining who 'they' is. He waves a hand at the empty air around him.

Bruce feels a chill crawl up his spine. "Who's they, Damian?" He regrets asking as soon as it slips from his mouth, the air around them growing even colder.

"The robins!" Damian says with a huff, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. And suddenly, Bruce is engulfed in warmth. As if he was being hugged from all sides. It's enough to break him.

[hootyhoowoo]

comin’ out of my cage and i’m feeling just nya~

[leashybebes]

more of this. it's happening, y'all

On Thursdays, Evan works in a queer friendly bar. That mostly means women who want to drink and dance without being bothered by creeps, sheltered college students testing the waters, and people who wander in and only belatedly clock the rainbow decor. The last couple of weeks there's been a guy in his section he's not sure how to categorize. He's about Evan's height but broader - really buff, and classically handsome in a sharp jaw and killer cheekbones way that Buck's a little envious of, honestly. He could clean up in WeHo, could probably have any woman in the bar come running if he'd look up from his string of nasty craft beers that he occasionally chases with a shot of Jack and actually smile at someone. Evan's willing to bet he has a great smile, but he also has a closed off air like a forcefield around him.

"Hey," Evan says when he collects the empty glass from the guy's latest gross beer. He also hands over a napkin with a phone number courtesy of the cute blonde, or possibly her cute brunette friend at the end of the bar. "Couple ladies over there trying to get your attention."

"Oh." The guy looks at the napkin like it might bite him. "Uh. I'm not - I'm not interested."

Evan shrugs. "Your loss, man."

The guy uses one fingertip to nudge the napkin back towards Evan. Swallows sharply enough that Evan can track the motion of it with his eyes.

"I'm gay."

"Yeah? In that case, the dude three seats down is gonna be delighted."

The guy blinks a couple times, sneaks a glance down the bar like he thinks he's gonna get slapped for it.

"Not tonight," he says.

Evan shrugs. "Get you another gross beer?"

The guy looks at him, and it's not the smile Evan was imagining, but it's at least half a smirk, and it makes a line next to his mouth deepen, almost a dimple. "Should you be calling the drinks you sell gross?"

"Call it as I see it, man. I like Bud Light and cocktails, so."

"Jesus Christ."

"Evan, actually," Evan tells him, with a grin.

"I'm Tommy."

"Hey, Tommy. So. Gross beer or fruity cocktail?"

Tommy looks at him, eyebrows drawing together, shoulders going a little tight. "Is that a dig?"

Evan replays his words. "Oh, shit no! Not at all! Fruity like containing fruit, not fruity like fruity. Who even says that anymore? I wouldn't, I mean - I'm an ally!"

Tommy looks, honestly, a little baffled by Evan's whole existence which is unfortunately not a look he's unfamiliar with.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night," he says, and Evan's heart sinks a little. Tommy looks like a guy who desperately needs to cut loose.

"Nah, c'mon, I just accidentally hate crimed you, let me make you piña colada. On me."

Tommy relaxes a tiny bit. "Okay. Sure. Thanks, Evan."

[canisalbus]

Oh my gosh, I can totally see Machete with a small cactus. I feel like if he had one it would be very dear to him and probably the most colorful thing he owns.

[habken]

look at my daughter

[moggettt]

SHE (x2)

[aventurineswife]

Hear me out

HEAR. ME. OUT.

Jing yuan x halovian!reader

Reader goes to college and has a big test coming up.

Reader is just getting out of bed only for the majestic general to pull them back down and snuggle into reader's feathers

Reader says somthing along the lines of "but babe. I have to study for my tests ..! :("

And jing yuan just says something like ' theres no need to study when you can stay in bed and cuddle me, my little songbird"

Please. I need this written so bad. Im having finals this week and im so tired. And it snowed out side and i just wanna stay in bed like the gay/lesbian androgynous single pringle entity i am 🤧

(Also. I love robin she's so MILF >:3 hrbbrbtbdbrbg)

Rest My Little Songbird

Summary: You, a Halovian with an upcoming test, try to get out of bed to study but are gently pulled back by Jing Yuan. Despite the looming test, Jing Yuan convinces you to stay in bed and relax, offering comfort and affection instead of stressing over studying. You share a peaceful moment together as Jing Yuan reassures you that everything will be fine.

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Cuddling, Affection, Study Stress, Relaxation, Soft!Jing Yuan, Domestic, Halovian!Reader.

The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting gentle light on the room. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the soft rustling of feathers as you shifted in your bed. You stretched lazily, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you as you glanced at the pile of study materials stacked nearby. Your upcoming test was just hours away, and it loomed over your mind like a storm waiting to break.

You sighed, rubbing your face with a tired hand, the flutter of your halo—gentle and bright—flickering faintly in the early morning light. You had been up late studying, and sleep had barely been enough to recharge your energy.

Just as you pushed yourself out of bed, a soft, familiar voice echoed from behind you, smooth and calm, with an unmistakable edge of mischief.

"My little songbird," Jing Yuan's deep voice coiled around you like a warm breeze. His presence was as calming as it was overwhelming, and in an instant, you felt strong hands pulling you back into the softness of the bed, a feather-light touch brushing against your ear. "Where do you think you're going?"

You tried to stifle a laugh, though the tension in your chest remained. "But, dear… I have to study for my test…!" you protested, feeling the weight of your responsibilities bear down on you once more. "I can't just… stay here."

Jing Yuan smirked, the gleam of his eyes twinkling as he nestled into the soft feathers that cascaded from behind your head. His arms wrapped around you effortlessly, holding you close as his warmth enveloped you, and the air around him seemed to hum with an unspoken understanding.

"There's no need to study when you can stay in bed and cuddle me," he murmured, his voice like a lullaby that made your heart skip a beat. His tone was calm, but there was a subtle, unspoken authority in his words—like he knew exactly how to make you forget everything else in the world. "You can rest and trust that everything will be alright. Besides, you've already proven yourself more than capable."

Your heart fluttered, your halo flickering like a tiny star in response to his words. It was hard to argue with him, especially when his presence was so undeniably comforting. Despite your nerves about the test, his embrace melted away your anxieties, replacing them with something far more precious: peace.

"Jing Yuan," you sighed, the words more a gentle surrender than a plea. You leaned back against his chest, allowing yourself to relax for just a moment, letting the worries fade into the background. "I don’t know how you do it. But... I could stay here forever."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Good," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "Then stay with me for a little longer. Let me take care of you, my little songbird."

For a long moment, you remained nestled in his embrace, the outside world forgotten. The weight of exams and responsibilities no longer seemed so heavy. With Jing Yuan by your side, even the most daunting challenges could be faced with a calm heart and a steady mind.

And for now, that was enough.

[doodlebethel]

Going Merry

based on Hiroshi Yoshida sailing boat series

[timehuntress]

What if we kissed in negative space before returning to reality