#<-- thats a hint

[grailknightmonty]

make a mercy out of me.

workin on some funky lore with @canofambersoup on Mianite RPG ;]c Also thumbnail for one of my vods, feel free to check out! :D

[bruciemilf]

On Mother’s Day, Bruce’s voice dies quietly.

He leaves Alfred a gorgeous floral arrangement, laid with careful, hesitant , dirt stained hands, right by his bed. Ivy’s gardening tips had paid off.

They’re on the table by dinner time, crowned right in the center, yet no words pass between them. There’s no need.

Dahlias for Martha, hyacinths for Thomas, and gardenias for Alfred. Bruce doesn’t leave them by the mausoleum, thought. The kids do, — because they are that, to him, only to him, —

Clark gives him flowers, too, making his brows curve in surprise. He didn’t expect to get anything.

(There’s also a dinner, Clark informs him, — and he has this subtle command to him. It’s a talent not many notice. He makes an order sound like a suggestion, and Bruce can’t say it’s not a little alluring.)

“That’s too bad, ‘cause I’M taking you to dinner, so E.T better back off,” Jason grumbles, scowling down his novel, pretending to hate the tea Bruce made for him.

He blinks. “Damian is very adamant on going out as well,—“

“And me!” Dick cuts in, his grin wide and glowing moonlight, “Sorry Jaybird, I’ve been planning this for months. Better luck next time.”

“Uh, fuck you? Don’t you have an ‘absente son’ contest to win somewhere?”

“Hm, I don’t know! Don’t you have a bomb to plant in B’s car? Better hurry, you might actually succed this time!”

Bruce grunts, parental displeasure shaping his face, even if he knows very well this brotherly vendetta has no poison behind it. His babies were so stubborn. “Be nice to each other.”

“Have I shot him? No? That means I’m being nice.”

“You know what, you better get over your youngest child attitude, because you don’t run this place anymore,—“

“What, sorry, Queen Elizabeth? I couldn’t hear you over your anti aging cream, can you say that again?”

Bruce is dragged away by Damian while they’re fighting, naturally.

[harveylikestoart]

Old gays show baby gay the pride store.

(It shouldn’t have to be said but the only ship here is hypnostone or whatever its called AND NOTHING ELSE)

[howlonomy]

imigane clover ever letting slip how fucked they family life was and ceroba just being mortified

the gang ends up on the local news

[toytulini]

okay

[ganondoodle]

did another rough concept for faron for my comic

design is based on both skyward swords and botws look since they are the same character in my AU, idk if this is the final one; she will show up in chapter 4

basic design, with robe, and one of her being noisy

(comic concept art)

[bloodmoonblitz]

@bylerween2023 Day 4: Sweater Weather! I think i cropped this a lil weird but its still cute too me :P gotta love matching sweaters

[anonymouscheeses]

I just want them to be absolutely head over heels with eachother. No one sided simping in my hazbin hotel!

[creatively-cosmic]

I pray, despite how I've wronged you, I am not beyond forgiveness.

Is it selfish to wish I could try again?

Is it true that our accursed blood is stronger than water?

Do you still hold any love for me in your heart?

I hope you hear me when I tell you I am sorry.

[huitandahalf]

I know that we got plenty of options as to how everything with the Ender King is going to go down, but a thought that has not left my mind was the idea of the Ender King downing qPhil in some way and taking him away. Which means there would be a chat message for all to see :)

For example :)

[thepixelblender]

[oceans-swim]

my dbd hot take is like. edwin isn't repressed . like yeah he's not the greatest at romance but like?? he has Stated when he's "had enough emotions for one day" like he may not be all that expressive but he lets himself feel emotion, process it, and move on like he fully recognizes his own jealousy and does not lash out when people help him figure shit out and again, Communicates

charles on the other hand

[robsmooth]

The asier viewing the prophecy were like:

[dustykneed]

spones request: what about bones noticing that spock is too cold/shivering at night when he sleeps over in bones' quarters so bones starts sewing spock a quilt so that he's more comfortable?

(feel free to take this and make it about bones doing any handicraft of your preference to make spock a gift that'll keep him warm)

one fluffy spones order coming right up *⁠･⁠゜ﾟ⁠(⁠^⁠O⁠^⁠)⁠↝ thank you so much for the req ^^ i live for these two being an old married couple (old married couple hobbies included) and thoroughly enjoyed drawing this little comic. hope you enjoy!!

(feel free to assume spock only let bones turn up the heat without further argument because his sheer desire to see bones shirtless outweighed his stark reluctance to acknowledge that his comfort is not illogical either.)

[shadowqnights]

crazy how everything about mcd is so much more insane when you apply what i call the dog rule and that is when they are all dogs now in some way shape or form: an analysis.

when garroth is purebred, a hound made to serve, that does not know how to do anything but heel. he has purpose. he is sleek and well-groomed because he has to be, because he has always been tended to. a dog that falls into desperate spiral when that dynamic shifts - because who is he, without someone to follow, protect, love? a dog that becomes flea-bitten and hungry when he runs because he was never taught to take care of himself, to be his own master. he falls apart. he needs this, he knows, but what is he without someone to own him? a dog that cannot lead any kind of pack or family because it is afraid to understand the kind of animal it is if not in submission. if a parent, a teacher, he is promptly punished by his students as cruel reminder that he is not allowed to find joy in anything other than what his makers intended. a dog so desperate that it offers up its own leash to whoever will take it when things crumble - even if it means turning back to distasteful company. as long as it is held at all. time and time again, he tried to tend to the younger, weaker. he tried to feed them and lick their wounds - and time and time again, only to be mauled in turn. no more, he thinks. life was simpler when he was mindless, just four paws and a purpose. if that was what he was bred for, what business does he have pretending?

when laurance is a stray but made out of love. his coat shines thanks to the love of his family, his sister. he is sleek and well-groomed with them. the nether breaks him in, turns him a little wild. gives him cause to show teeth when threatened. when he bites, he mauls. there is something wicked in his animal eyes. he goes for the kill. when he bites, something in him wants it to hurt - whether his prey or himself, he can't tell. a part of the dog believes the suffering is natural because its maker declared it so. the pain wanes in and out like the cycle of the moon; life is unpredictable. he is braced to survive, sometimes with teeth already bared to expect the suffering. constantly on edge, pacing, waiting for the next disaster. a loyal, desperate pet that will follow to the ends of the earth - a desperation that borders on obsession. he will eat you alive, if only you would stay with him, inside of him, never leave him. never look at anyone else the way you would him. don't put him on a leash - let him choose who to lope after. his leash, in fact, is in tatters. he can't be collared. he merely follows, hungry at the heels of who fed him. his sense of duty is not of obligation but of love, a sacred need to stay at the side of those who treated him with kindness and them alone. and worse, he is burdened with the constant fear that if left untethered for too long, that obsession might turn carnal - that if wronged, he may not kill to eat and feel full, but kill merely to feel the blood on his teeth, just to feel the pain. feel something. anything. that he might enjoy the taste of his loved ones. maybe a leash is the right thing. maybe he needs to be caged. he can't bear either thought.

when they both bite the hand that fed them. when they bite each other. when they are dogs and kind of made for each other.

dante is a dog. aaron is a dog. aph is a dog. katelyn? oh you fucking guessed it. ivy. jeffory. zane. yeah. all of them are dogs. welcome to the dog rule fuckers its exactly how it sounds. are you sick of the word dog yet.

[qsmprambling]

The speed of archs like Regret and Happy Pills is really emphasised when you're a Bad main who waited 2 months for a some death/rebirth payoff, while also going through month 3 (minimum) of Bad's destroy the Federation while burning bridges with the islanders plot while ALSO still in the middle of whatever the Soul Vulture plot is, while ALSO surviving on reaper lore crumbs that have been scattered occassionally for 7 MONTHS

And just to clarify I love it it's THE BEST!!