#TW// blood

[sracha]

Rosebird Week ‘24 Day 6: First & Last Kiss 🌹🥀

[tianhai03]

happy friday the 13th, i decided to finish a sketch i did last november for it 🔪

[gebstargeb]

Posting to ignore the fact I’m 20+ pages behind on my textbook reading

[cherryysocks]

An animation based on a poem about stillness by @bluestthingsonearth

Song is "Think Of Me Once In A While" by Take Care

[mewkwota]

I understand now, the "C." in his name stands for Cu-- Coming to another spooky game as a guest character.

It's been a while but I still remember how to draw him. Thank goodness.

[teazingsassy]

Rewatched thriller bark

[autisticrosewilson]

Fic idea where Bruce gets dosed with a new strain of fear toxin post ADitF and sees Catherine and Willis.

How do you look a mother in the eye after bastardizing the memory of her son?

What claim to fatherhood does he have after ruining Jason's chances at everything Willis died to give him?

What else is there to do when you have everything you failed to do thrown back in your face? When those you have replaced look you in the eye and demand penance?

There aren't words strong enough. There is no room for apologies here, because you know that they will not forgive you. That is not the point of this.

These ghosts are angry Bruce, their son is a bloody mangled thing on the cold concrete and you are stained with his blood. Wasn't it you who gave him the cape? You who first called him that cursed name? You who put him in harms way?

Catherine reaches out a boney, shaking hand and points to that god forsaken case. This is how you've chosen to remember my baby?

You are starkly, dreadfully aware of the inscription on that plaque. Suddenly that veneer of distance is cracking, too much pressure applied to fragile glass, causing hairline fractures on the surface.

Face your guilt, they tell him, a life for a life.

You try to tell them that you loved him too, that you didn't mean for this to happen but your words die in your throat.

Jason looks so much like Willis. He made the same face of disgusted accusation at the crooks they interviewed sometimes, when they'd done something particularly heinous but wouldn't own up to it. It gut punches him, lands with a force greater than any physical blow.

Face your guilt, they tell him, a life for a life.

He throws a shaking punch that misses by a mile. How could that happen? He's Batman, he doesn't miss, he doesn't falter or hesitate.

His heavy gauntlets collide with glass. The case cracks and the whispers spur him on. He repeats the motion with more purpose this time, reaches his hands through the hole to pry the glass apart.

A life for a life.

There's a noise, a voice maybe, from behind him but Bruce can't hear it over the sounds of wrathful mourning in his head.

Strong hands wrap around his wrist, the knuckles are bruised and the fingers are bent from too many years being broken and healed and broken again.

Willis guides the glass to Bruce's face, his hands tightly closed around a large piece that gets closer and closer to his mouth. His jaw is slack and he doesn't even think to move it. He deserves this. This is the way to forgiveness. Jason is waiting for him, he thinks he can hear his boys voice, watery and lost, calling out for Bruce.

There's blood in his mouth, burning pain in his lips and tongue but nowhere near as painful as the bloody, gaping hole in his chest where his heart has been ripped out and buried.

Hands, tangible and alive, wrench him backwards and the illusion breaks.

"Bruce!" It's Dick's voice, Dick's arms around his forearms pinning his wrists at his sides.

There's blood and glass pooling at his feet and when he looks up he can see Alfred's contained horror and Tim peaking around the corner.

No Catherine or Willis. No Jason.

"Have we found the antidote yet?" His voice is too raw to be Batman's gruffness but Bruce Wayne would not brush off the blood in his mouth so easily.

Alfred's mouth twists to form a disproving grimace but his response is curt and neutral. "Just about. Although I feel it best you wait in the observation holding until we're finished." It's not optional, despite the phrasing.

Bruce allows himself to be shut in the glass box and tries to ignore the way his hands are still shaking.

[backbreak]

Did some art for a Halloween event ✌️🎃

The fellas are doing the masochism tango 💃🕺

[radsity]

seeing keyleth get burned down like that made me so fucking emotional ;;; the most powerful person on exandria used as a sacrificial lamb to capture an angel

[image description: a black and white illustration of Keyleth, from Critical Role. She lays ruined and bloodied from a cruel attack, with black feathers floating down towards her. End ID]

[marblebubs]

Yon doodles !!! And his good friend lou !!!!

[mr-eatyourheart]

Swap (sorta) AU where Johnny saved Kenshi, which ended up with him getting bit by Mileena, inflicting him with Tarkat.

// Blood under the cut!

Old men yaoi angst my beloved.

[cornbread33y2]

Rock Redtail Info Dump

Smiling critter template by MYUI-MO on DA(Deviantart)

Texts are Cartoon Fun and VCR OSD Mono on DaFont.

Info about Rocky Redtail.

(relationship chart from @valentinbelleyh505)

• Due to the success of the Smiling Critters (both profit wise and experiment wise lol, because they're like 100% sentient) Rocky was made as a sort of attempt of making a wave 2 of the toys. He was especially needed after they recalled CatNap too and were now down a critter.

• His character was made to warn kids to be cautious of dangers but also still being able to have fun.

• Rocky uses he/him pronouns.

• His bigger body form is actually quite small compared to DogDay(with legs) and CatNap, standing at around 7 feet.

•He was good friends with all the critters and generally got along with a lot of them but had developed a small crush on DogDay and felt too embarrassed to tell him.

Backstory: (TW// blood/gore and death mention)

After the Hour of Joy, Rocky tried to keep to himself but was singled out after CatNap disposed of the other critters and was given the ultimatum of joining him or dying like the others. Rocky chose to join CatNap and his ideals of the Prototype. He, of course, doesn't actually believe what CatNap or what he says about the Prototype is true and only pretends to believe it. After finding out DogDay was alive, he agreed to keep watch of him in the Playhouse but used it as a way to keep the dog safe from the mini critters. Eventually, his lie was found out when he was caught trying to free DogDay from the wall so they could escape, and well...you've seen how CatNap didn't take kindly to being backstabbed like that.

After the events of Chapter 3 and during the Player's fight with CatNap, a barely alive Rocky would go to search for DogDay, in hopes that they had time to escape while the Player deals with CatNap. And oh boy did he find him alright..

[kurokrisps]

Can you guess the missing word? 🖍️

i'll never let this AU go. there's so much thriller/horror potential to be reaped from this concept alone

[firefighter01]

tw// blood, spoilers , flashing images Cursed cat Alastor lives in my head rent free (Animatic)

Christell - Dubidubidu

[mewkwota]

Hey don't listen to Dracula's voice clips in Dead by Daylight. He talks about Trevor so darn much. Now I really wish I didn't draw these in such tiny spaces because you can hardly see Trevor's body.

[furmilk]

Slowly adding all my recent art into Tumblr