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[psychxpxthic]

He's plotting, scheming, ready to commit crimes.

[staggerinbeauty]

|| @deviousmxnds | 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 ||

On one's pat, on one's tod— It needn't mattered how she was surrounded by a vast amount of people, Doris still felt at the pit of her stomach the feeling of emptiness. Her nerves were practically going haywires, making her feel stiff and out of place. Many people were all huddled with their own groups preparing to receive the call for when the boat was ready to be boarded. There were smiles among the excited individuals, some clearly family, and others even...even clearly lovers.

Desolate eyes fluttered down towards the pavement as the uneasy feeling from within only intensified. Seeing these devotees... it made this all feel the more worse. Seeing them all smiling, laughing, holding one another— it brought her a great feeling of isolation and, dare I say, abandonment.

A loud bellowing horn blared out from the boat, forcing the dame to lift her head up and turn her attention to it. Following this horn came a quick announcement, a voice, seeming to be the captain, called through with a—

❝ TEN MINUTES BEFORE WE'RE READY TO BOARD !!! please begin to form a line near the dock ❞

Crowds passed by Doris in a hurry, beginning to line up in their designated areas- but she, she couldn't. No matter if the announcement was telling her to move, no matter if they were almost ready to begin their sail; her feet stayed glued to the very spot she was at.

Frantically, she began to look over the others heads, trying her best to see if she could spot Edgar anywhere. As she waited, she kept letting people cut past her, seeming far more concerned about where he could be rather than her departure or place in line.

❝ Edgar— ❞ Doris murmured out faintly to herself as she kept peering around the thickened crowd ❝ Where are you... ❞

[tevintersnakes]

back in the fallout pit, fortunately my art has improved since 2016 so I can draw doctors hanging out together somewhat effectively now

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[valtsv]

i really do have to hand it to the silt verses for saying "true autonomy includes the right to die on your own terms and to place yourself at risk of harm for what you believe in". seemingly an obvious logical conclusion but not one that many people are comfortable with acknowledging.

[cosmicquill]

I'm always like "Oh yeah the Nightmare Times are some of my favourite content Starkid has ever put out, but they're fun additional stories and not necessarily essential for people to watch if they're into the Hatchetfield musicals." And then I think about CCRP's future or Homeless Man or Pete's brother or Miss Holloway and I'm like OH MY GOD THEY DON'T KNOW. THEY DON'T KNOW. THEY LACK CRITICAL INFORMATION. THEY DON'T--

[spellboundcrown]

i worship a nameless god of rage

click for better quality pls | follow up to this

[new-hyperfixation-every-month]

(THE SILT VERSES FINALE SPOILERS)

i rlly enjoyed drawing the faulkner illuminated page so heres a paige one :)

faulkner page:

(text taken from the @thesiltverses finale)

[portaldust]

burber time gburrer time

[pandadrake]

Spider-Society and The Day of Lots of Involuntary Trips to Earth-19999. (Finally finished this, god damn.)

I hadn’t seen any takes on what Spider-Society was like during Spider-man: No Way Home (2021), so I thought about it too hard.

I.e. I pulled up a clip of No Way Home to see what the Peter-abduction spell would look like from Miguel’s POV, then realized he'd have no idea what he's looking at and would probably mistake it for something else.

[prettysuper]

@reddrakebird:

If there was one thing Conner Kent could put his mind to - it was sulking. If there was a world record for the number of days spent wallowing in self-pity, Kon was fairly certain he could win it outright out of sheer stubbornness. During the disaster in Metropolis, Kon had spent the entire day rescuing people from the destruction of his own rage manifested. Finally, Kal had placed his hand on his back and told him to go home. But where was home? Kon didn't know anymore. He was starting to doubt everything all over again. Hurt tugged at his heartstrings like a grappling claw from an arcade machine. Humiliation crawled up the back of his throat. Stupid boy. He spent the next several days on the moon, wanting to isolate himself from everything and everyone, lost in self-deprecating thoughts. But there it was safe to kick at the dust, pull off his shades and just yell; eyes heating up as he shot heat-vision far off into space. Screaming where nobody could hear you. It was ugly. It was lonely. But most of all it was cathartic. Memories replayed in his head; those blue saddened eyes haunting him 384,400 km away. Eventually, he had to go back to the farm. Ma would worry about him. Ma worried about everyone. And sooner or later, Krypto would track him down and then he'd have to deal with talking to Kal about his feelings. Hard pass. Kon eventually headed down to the Kent farm, spending lunch with Ma reassuring her that he'd be fine - just on a mission with his friends. It was a white lie, and one he wasn't sure she entirely bought but she didn't probe further and he appreciated that. Eventually, he got out his phone to check on Bart. That's when the number of missed calls and messages hit him; a perfect twenty. How very like Tim. His stomach wavered as he clicked on the notification, scrolling up to read from the top. At first his eyes rolled, breath hardened as Tim asked if he was okay, then a few messages later if he wanted to talk. But the more he scrolled, the more he felt his chest tighten until eventually he crumbled and messaged the other man a simple, short text back. He busied himself helping out the farm with iits chores the rest of that afternoon before heading inside to grab a shower in he early evening. Taking the time to wash the grime off his skin, Kon got out (this time with a towel wrapped around his waist), heading to Kal's old room, which had temporarily become his when the Kents unofficially adopted him. He pulled out a fresh costume and grabbed his jacket, fixing his hair in the mirror, before doing up his boots and belt and sticking his shades securely onto his face. He got to the studio in Bludhaven deliberately a minute late just to keep Tim sweating. Hovering outside Timothy's window, Kon tapped a rare and gentle knock on the glass as he floated in the air outside, waiting for permission to come in. In his other hand, he held a small box of glazed doughnuts, picked up on the way there.

He waited for Timothy to open it, before passing him the box and slipping inside, careful not to bang his head on the window frame.

"Hey." He mumbled awkwardly; no hint of anger or malice left in his voice. He'd already exhausted that harshly into space. His face saddened at the visible darkened circles underneath the smaller man's eyes and the sunken in cheeks beneath them. "Long week, no sleep huh?"

[psychxpxthic]

|| @the-blackened-dove | 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 || ______________________________________________________________ Off the walls bounced a familiar sound, the noise of a heavy oak wooden door being pushed open with the squealing of much needed oiled hinges. What followed were slight echoes brought by heel-to-toe strides, ones making their way to the bar counter. One needn't not to see to know whoever entered the room held themselves highly. The steps were calm, slow, well paced— it almost felt as though they were strategic in pattern.

These treads belonged to none other than the mad telepath himself, Edgar Cizko; otherwise known to many as 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐. Although short in stature, his presence brought immense hesitance that easily overpowered the room. A few fallen silent, the smart ones keeping their gazes away while the curious couldnt help but get a peek. Seeing him out in public like this was rare, very rare. It wasn't everyday that the cooped up man would free himself from his own cage and explore the world, least, not without reason.

Edgar hoisted himself up onto one of the barstools before reaching into his pocket. In a collective manner, the doctor pulled out a case, opened it up, then pulled out a arturo fuente hemingway cigar. Two seats down peered a stranger whom'd opened their mouth to speak momentarily. ❝ — You know you cant- ❞

With a look that could kill, Edgar shot the man looks of daggers. Truly, he could care any less. He was here to enjoy himself, which meant, he was going to smoke his cigar no matter if it was illegal to do so indoors. The stranger sealed their lips before simply getting up to move seats.

After this, the charcoal haired man faced the woman behind the counter, Roxxy. His gaze shifted, a smile crept up onto his lips as he held the unlit cigar up, waving it a few times before saying in a surprisingly deeply smooth voice.

❝ You don't mind either now, do you? ❞

Although stated as a question, how his words rolled off his tongue made it feel far more like a statement, which further showed how even if the dame did say that she minded, he'd still continue with what he intended for no matter who'd disapprove.

[staggerinbeauty]

{@Yellowskinnedwackyman liked for a starter:}

     The redhead's features twisted and scrunched up to a face of absolute disgust. The sight of that— that THING. She's never seen anything like it before, and quite frankly, wished she hadn't. Was that? was that red stuff back-hair??

     The dame held a hand over her mouth with puffed cheeks as she squinted down at the mutant? Animal? whatever the hell IT was.

           " AUGH!- stop looking at me like that -with— with those BEADY LITTLE EYES of your's !"

[orangetintedglasses]

@forgivenpunishment replied to your post “He's looking a bit distracted today... and a bit...”:

"Hey, I've been lookin' all over for you... you didn't say anything when you left. Wasn't sure if you were pullin' a fast one on me." Wolfwood puts a hand on Vash's shoulder and shakes him playfully. He doesn't figure that Vash will run away from him again, but the distant way he's been acting is odd, to say the least.

"Ah...!"

The contact ripped through him like a shockwave, and it took every synapse in his brain to keep from crying out (in pain? In surprise? Something else?). Crap, r-right, he... should've said something, went back and said... but he hadn't been thinking...

The blond made himself perk up all the same, though, trying to ignore the way his stomach flipped and surged now that Wolfwood was close-- "s-sorry! Sorry-- n-no, just needed some air, and... kind of wandered off."

[iwasbored777]

That new Spider-Verse trailer got me like

(Btw someone reposted this meme just to make it clear cuz I made it)

[across-every-universe]

every squad got the:

s/i who’s literally you

s/i who’s you but better

s/i who’s you but so, so much worse