#while also trying to be original

[shyshyaaaaaa]

i need help gang.

trying to figure out the specific dynamics between the characters rn in my jekyll and hyde au, and… ive found myself a roadblock.

idk whether or not to make these freaks gay.

BECAUSE, HOLD ON. theyre all very queer coded, lets get that straight (pun intended). but i dont know whether i should make some of the characters like… canonically gay in my version.

because, i do have ideas for what i could do with that, but i feel like there’s already a lot going on qnd i dont wanna js make a big mess of a story.

although, maybe it would make for some interesting drama in the end??? idk.

there’s already a lot of stuff that Jekyll does in this version, and so far, surprisingly, ive given Hyde like… nothing to do. so maybe he could do some gay shit that would make the ending i have in my head rn more interesting?? and also him being gay makes sense in my head. i think Jekyll’s a little queer too, but Hyde is the only one that openly expresses it. i think that would make the most sense in my version and for the themes ive already been cooking up so far. but idk. i need yalls help 😭😭

anyway sorry if that ramble didnt make any sense, im js trying to throw things at a wall to see what sticks. thx for reading!!

[cupiidzbow]

i talked abt this on Twitter but I have to take a realllyyyyy take a good hard look at people’s sonic humanizations sometimes bc people really just have such an uncknowledged colorism issue 😭😭😭 like why are people so comfortable making knuckles and shadow the darkest bc they “aggressive” or “stupid” but so against making sonic darker skinned bc he’s a “good guy and cool” LIKE QUICKLY TELL ME WHY 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

[screwpinecaprice]

That scene from this anime where the girl (Aira) almost fell off a cliff after a hallucination is a childhood core memory for me for some reason. 😭 (Said hallucination is around 38:47.)

This isn't a crossover AU. I drew it as connverse because I just thought it would be fun.

[fanning-the-flames]

Chenqing (and Jiang Cheng) based off of John Singer Sargent’s Madam Paul Escudier (Louise Lefrvre). Same universe as Sect Leader J since I reused the table. I actually saw the original in person a while ago but only recently found it again, and really wanted to make a piece inspired by it.

This piece is dark like a poorly lit gritty movie so I suggest saving this to view when brightness is high and night shift is off on your device!

And now for some close-ups on JC and Chenqing:

I don’t usually spend much time on the underpainting but since this piece is very much centered on the values rather than color I really wanted to get that all sorted. So the bonus today is the underpainting!

[superbat-lmao]

Jason Todd never gets picked up by social services when Catherine dies. Instead, the alley protects its own.

Jason had spent most of his daytime hours looking after his neighbors kids. He was basically family. They paid him in meals and a shared bed when Willis would kick him out sometimes.

When people hear his Mom died, he couch surfs amongst families with small children that need supervision while their parents are at work. He manages well enough, and he rotates what families he stays with so CPS never catches wind. He’s the alley’s secret amongst working immigrant families.

It also means he knows how to deal with kids.

So when he watches one tumble off a fire escape on the roof opposite where he’s been smoking, he knows he has to check it out. Make sure the kid’s alright.

When he finally gets a good look at him, both his camera and leg are busted.

More convoluted take below the cut!

Tim, who broke his leg actually, is too little to be taking care of himself or get himself home. He needs to be looked after.

He gets the kid to Leslie, lies and says he’s watching him over the weekend and the kids parents will be back Monday, and gets the kid in a cab before figuring out where he lives.

Tim isn’t super aware of what’s going on around him since he was given something for the pain, but he knows there’s someone asking him a lot of questions. When he is more awake, the following morning after waking up on his living room couch, he realizes there’s a kid watching him.

Tim feels like hell and while he appreciates Jason taking him home, he can handle himself.

Jason snorts at him, asks if he’s ever had a broken leg or knows how to use crutches, and what he wants for breakfast.

It takes two days before Tim is willing to admit his parents won’t be home for a few months. They’re lucky school’s out or someone would have noticed Tim’s absence.

Jason becomes Tim’s babysitter, or as much of one as he can be without Tim’s parents finding out. Jason takes care of him the whole time his leg is healing. Tim teaches him to play videogames and Jason reads to him.

When Tim’s finally healed, he wants to go back out at night to chase after Batman. Jason gives him an unimpressed look, but asks if the kid wants to tag along to his babysitting gigs in the alley. He misses some of the little twerps and thinks there’s a few Tim would like.

Tim and Jason become brothers early, going from apartment to apartment looking after other people’s kids. Jason gets someone who follows him around, gives him shit, and is almost as good as wikipedia in a pinch. Tim gets someone who gives a shit about him, a social life full of people who aren’t snotty high society brats, and Jason’s special brand of aggressive caring.

What the two don’t know is that Two Face has been looking for Jason’s dad. No one had been able to rat him out when he was staying with Tim because no one knew where he was.

It takes a while, but when the wrong people figure out where Jason is, it isn’t pretty.

They interrupt him while sitting an overnighter. There’s a loud knock at the door and when Jason checks the peephole, it’s two of his Dad’s old buddies. Jason rounds up the kids, yells “just a minute!”, gives Tim a kitchen knife and tells him to sit tight and lock themselves in one of the bedrooms. Tim doesn’t hear anything after the front door opening and an initial shout. He waits 15 minutes before he’s sure the coast is clear. Then, he rounds the kids up, puts them to bed like Jason does, and heads up to the roof.

He knows Batman’s patrol routes well enough to find him and try to flag him down. Who he actually gets is Robin, who he has to explain to that Two Face took his brother. When Robin finally listens and takes the kid seriously, he radios Batman. Batman, who recognizes the neighbor kid and knows he doesn’t have a brother. By this point Tim is almost in tears of frustration trying to explain that Jason Todd is his brother but Batman also recognizes the missing kid from one of his reports and it’s enough of a corroboration that Tim gets put in the back of the Batmobile while they go to rescue Jason.

He doesn’t get to see any of the fighting and he doesn’t leave the car, but when Robin is half carrying Jason out of the building, Tim leaps out of the car to hug his brother. Jason’s got a few bruised ribs and his face is beat to hell, but it’s all something Leslie can fix.

What Leslie can’t fix is the legal fact that Jason is a missing kid, not Tim’s biological brother. Batman sits with the two, explaining how everything is going to work once they take them to the police.

Three things happen at once:

1. Jason accuses Batman of dropping kids off with traffickers. It’s why he didn’t let CPS pick him up when his Mom died.

2. Robin asks if the two will get to stay together, if they can ask Gordon not to separate them.

3. Tim says they will be doing no such thing, Mr. Wayne.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[devotivesugarrush]

Just in time for june, with young Patrochilles, getting to enjoy nature while looking for a place to fish🐟

little close ups :)

[rockytye79]

@mari-lair I just realized I always draw Teru awestruck while Aka is just being his pretty self shksksks

Anyway, another TeruAka from Your Clock Is Ticking!!

[identityquest]

old oc i've never posted, she was once a princess kidnapped by the demon lord but she took his job when he turned his back

[blue-nerd-b24]

Call for Uncle

I liked context of that drawing I posted earlier so I’m doing it again

Context of story:

Nya and Coles another argument turned ,but this time it reached its peak….Divorce.and Lou ,who grew more or less numb to their stuff,can’t handle what they are doing now and who he can call? Uncle Kai and Uncle Zane will try to get into talk with Cole or Nya,and for Lou,Last thing he wants is to someone else to get into this mess and highlight him,possibly making him target of talk: Uncle Jay Simply appears,takes kid to his house and doesn’t question: for Jay,Lou is right on spot.At least because Lou doesn’t deserve to deal with problem of marriage we was born into.

(Also since this AU takes 14-15 years after Reboot,including season till hands of time,Ninjas probably reached certain mastery in their element,like for Jay is Electrokinesis of tech,He control the electricity in tech,not just tech itself)

[happypeachsludgeflower]

A continuation of my previous post, but from Yue Qi’s perspective. Thank you @myceleium for inspiring me to make the severed qijiu soul bond ✨worse✨

Please be warned before reading further that this is angst with no comfort and suicide is a theme, though not acted upon. Also, assumed major character death, but it’s qijiu so that was kind of a given here.

Part 1, Part 2 (here), Part 3 (pending)

Yue Qi stares down vacantly with glassy eyes at the silvery lines cleaving their claim into his soul with merciless claws. They were spiraled and woven across his skin, painted like poisoned veins strangled around the broken, blackened carcass of what had once been his heart’s life—his reason to live.

Yue Qi wonders if this is what it feels like to die. Distantly, he thinks that dying would be easier, less painful than this cruel curse that’s been stabbed harshly through his soul, and shackled to his existence.

He wants to cry. He wants to scream. But all he can manage is a shaking, wheezing whine through the torn, raw remains of his throat. He’s screamed so much already, there isn’t much left to do the screaming. Something wet trickles down his face. It could be tears, or it could be blood—there’s no telling—and Yue Qi can’t bring himself to care either way. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters now.

It’s gone.

He’s gone.

And all that’s left is… ash.

Yue Qi stares at the soot smoldering at his feet. It’s grey and black, flickering and glowing faintly red where fire still burns. The same colors of the manacle strangling his wrist, the noose shackled around his soul, suffocating him in its burning finality.

Not even death can save him now.

His shizun should have let him die. It would have been kinder—much kinder than this. At least in death, his soul would have remained whole. In death, he could have found his way back. Maybe not to here, maybe not to this life, but someday. Maybe he could have found him again. But now?

Yue Qi sinks to the ground slowly and scoops up a handful of the ash. It’s still hot. The coals burn at the tender skin of Yue Qi’s hands, proof that Yue Qi had been just barely too late. But barely was still too late. Too late was still too late. And nothing would ever change that. Nothing could change any of this now.

He cradles what’s left of Shen Jiu’s heat carefully in his palms and gazes down at it numbly. His vision is hot and blurry as he lets out a shaky breath and stares at the shifting remains.

Shen Jiu is gone.

Yue Qi’s breath catches and he crumples in on himself. A sobbing rasp breaks out of him as he shudders, curling around the burning embers against his chest, shoulders shaking as an ugly, clawing emotion twists within him, screeching to get out, to escape, to leave.

He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.

There’s no leaving now. No changing. No second chances. No beginnings. Just this. Just this end.

Yue Qi rocks where he lays on the ground, twisting into himself as tears track down his soot stained face. If only he could go back. If only he’d listened. If only he’d left that damn sword— but he didn’t. And now there’s no changing it. There’s no going back. He can never go back. There’s no leaving. No escaping. No finding Shen Jiu again.

Not in this life.

And not in the next.

Shen Jiu’s gone.

And all that’s left is his memory and the burning dust clutched like a life line within Yue Qi’s grasp.

Shen Jiu is gone.

And a part of Yue Qi has gone with him.

Yue Qi wishes he had gone with him. Another sob wracks his body and he hacks out a coughing gasp, choking on the smoke and despair clouding his senses.

He can’t. He can’t follow. He can’t go with. He can’t.

Shen Jiu only lives on in the searing memory left in Yue Qi, left in the charred remains clasped against his chest, in the anguished, torn ruins of a bond they once shared. If Yue Qi leaves too, he’ll never find him again.

The moment Meng Po’s soup hits his tongue, Shen Jiu will truly be gone. And there will be no next life.

Yue Qi shakes, a wretched, wet wheeze leaving him. He can’t leave. He won’t. If this is all that’s left of Xiao Jiu, then it’s everything Yue Qi will cleave to.

All that’s left of Xiao Jiu is to live.

To live and remember.

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[gen4grl]

a nap in the sun

[gracefireheart]

*You have collected 2 Shadow Crystals.

Aka redrew an old Deltarune drawing of mine :]

Here's the full drawing where you'll see the whole Devilsknife + the original drawing I did back in 2021 (I've actually already posted the latter here, but I'll just repost it again in this post lol)

[seraphidae]

Someone might've done this already, but I made an english fansub for Il Grande Cocomero (1993)! I also put the 1080p upload from VK in the folder, since that's what its timed to, but you can just download the .srt file if you already have that copy. https://mega.nz/folder/GVAnXZqY#YEZuc_JrxPb1gvOYpgaz8g

[smiuffzo]

didnt plan on posting this today originally but decided that it actually fits really well with the beginning of the spooky season, so!

a fake doai movie poster inspired by posters for movies 'a short film about love' and 'on the silver globe', both by andrzej pągowski! and just for fun i also made a version with a shoddy polish title, how authentic am i right