#aceptance

[somos-deseos]

#Love is Love

[mysticpamjackson]

Get Out of Your Own Way and Flow with Life

Trusting the flow can be a difficult concept to grasp. It’s easy to feel like you’re in control and that you can direct your life in the ways you want. However, trusting the flow is a powerful concept that can help you to accept the unexpected and move forward with a sense of acceptance and peace. Here are some tips to help you learn to trust the flow. 1. Accept uncertainty. The first step to…

[ya-no-la-quiero]

Anónimo

[weaksspot]

dad’s back

[maria-ruta]

Was inspired (FINALLY!!! ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃʳᵗᵇˡᵒᶜᵏ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ʲᵘˡʸ ᵒʳ ˢᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ⁿᵒʷ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵍᵒ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇʸ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ;ᵘ;) to draw some Mob fanart after finished showing my little brother season 3

Mob Psycho 100 was always an important story for me - back in 2016/2017 and now in this very difficult 2022

It's so interesting how different the impact was back then and how it is now...

but both are good impacts... both are very positive! each time I found something different to love and to notice in these series! very good series! 

Thank you so much <3

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 19

Danny is flung into a new dimension by Skulker and they continue to fight above a strange city. Danny makes sure to end it quickly after that in case he attracts the attention of yet another person or group of people who want to hurt him for whatever reason..

He flies into a nearby building only to discover a freaky mad scientists lab and finds a clone of someone named "Robin". The clone was appearently a baby that they were planning on brainwashing and raising in a cult like setting to kill the "Bats"

"Jee, is the rodent problem that bad?!" Either way he decides to kidnap the baby and destroy everything in a blaze of glory. No child soldiers on his watch. No siree! He then portals his way home.

What he did not count on was him immediately running into his parents in his ghost form with a very alive baby in his arms. They stared eachother down in uncharacteristic silence, one afraid that they would hurt the baby with thier reckless firing and the others staring slack jawed cause why does he have a baby?!

The whole of Amity Park is also asking this question. Many assume its his, despite his age because teenages parents do exist, plus phantom kept calling it "his" baby so...

Others are worried that he might have just taken a baby from a dangerous environment and decided to keep it not realizing how much work a baby is. (Spot on) Both theories raise questions about how ghosts view families and how they reproduce. Upon asking Phantom he turned bright green, made a witty one liner and bolted.

Frostbite calls Danny in to give a check up to both him and the baby and uses this time to get a DNA sample from the child, and with a bit of ghostly magic he tracks down the parents and contacts them by straight up ringing thier doorbell. He and Alfred get along immediately.

Eventually Frosty tricks Phantom into coming back to Gotham and reveals the babies paternity in front of the batfam and the bird in question (whichever one) is freaking out a bit, "I'm too young to be a father!" style and Dannys like, "Cool. Cause I have no intention of sharing! Byeeee!" Before vanishing. Frostbite wants a nap.

Cue batfam following Phantom back to his dimension via Frostbite only to discover various people in Amity Park have also grouped together armed with ghost hunting gear to capture Phantom and get the baby away from him. Yeah, they know the kid has good intentions but hes only 14 and its not good for him or the baby. So they're effectively acting like undead CPS.

About time.

Anyway, Danny realizes he can't revert to his living form because his ecto signature would still ping on the equipment as Phantom and thats not something he wants to explain right now. Or possibly ever. With that being said he refuses to abandon his child. Hes only had them for two weeks and they're already his whole world.

Sam keeps telling him this was stupid and even Tuckers concerned. "How will you take care of a baby, dude? You can't even balance your hero life with you real life" Okay, fair. Jazz then started talking to him about talking to the babys father to at least get some help raising them and Danny finally agreed. For the baby's sake.

Bruce is so relieved when he finally gets to see his grandchild safe and sound.

[beetlewine-art]

Montresor:

Duke @ Montresor, after reuniting with the gang and finding out that Monty hit Pluto:

[tsubaki94]

Ectoberhaunt comic 2022

The hunt for the king.

Wednesday: One- One hundred

There are a hundred versions of him but only one Phantom

[sebastianamo]

[somos-deseos]

#Dark Aesthetic

[tordistic]

inspired by another anecdote by me and my IRL buds :3

[tategaminu]

She goes from thinking of the Silvergroove to thinking about Callum, then trying not to think about him at all because it hurts, just like Callum tries not thinking about her in his own short.

She could have described the castle as anything but said warm, because Callum was there and therefore that place became her home. The losers missed each other so much, please everyone leave tumblr right now I need to be alone.

[lilisouless]

Matthias: My secret friend is the worst person i have ever meet. He is so horrible, if i call him an exorcist , they will exorcise him out of that demon. His moral alligement? they needed to make up another just for him: "beyond evil". He is so cold and ruthless that his gemstone is a pebble; a crow? the only animal that may deserve to be related to him is some kind of mortal bacteria that causes a plague and even then,the bacteria wouldn't exactly know what it´s doing (unlike him) The only reason he is still slive is because neither the devil, the people on the purgatory or whatever haunted souls go wants him there. If one day i had to shoot him, i would shoot myself instead to spare the poor bullet to be in contact with him. The worst person in the world right now is comforting themselves saying "at least i am not as bad as Matthias´s secret friend" . If he was a thing, he would be the hot side of the pillow; if he was a feeling, he would be stepping on legos. The sole fact that i know he exist makes me want to jump of a cliff , and even then, i will never find peace that i ever breathed on the same realm than he.

Wylan: okay, maybe we should have changed Matthias´s secret friend when we got the change

Kaz: Are you insane? didn't just hear the beautitul poetry he just recited to me? He knows me so well

[cucuxumusu]

Persian Prince 👑x Alien Cryptid 👽

Bruce Wayne, adopted son of Ra's al Ghul, was nearing the end of his training. Years spend under the careful tutelage of his mentor, had served him to master everything he will need to take the position he was meant to, and rule over the land. Everything was planed. He will marry Talia, he will ascend to the throne, and rule the league of assassins as many men before him had done.

He just needed one last step to reach that future: The trial of the green temple.

Many rumors were told about the place. It was a place older than humanity, cursed and sacred on equal terms. It had magic that could bring back the dead, it had monster of red eyes hiding in the corners ready to steal your reason. Only the worthy to rule managed to survive a night in the place.

If Bruce wanted to prove his worth, if he wanted to shut up those who doubted his foreign origins and prove his value as king, he needed to survive it.

And so, with the blessing of his mentor and the farewell of his future wife, Bruce departed into the wildness of the dessert. The trip was also meant to be part of the trial, his instructions had been a riddle, the destination unknown, but Bruce's mind was sharp, and he quickly deciphered the old riddle and finally found the ruins of an old construction in the middle of the vastness of sand and wind.

His trial consisted in staying in the place for a night. Then pick one of the strange blue flowers that grew on it's more intern parts, and return. Simple and quick. Bruce quickly set to it.

He entered the dark place that felt way to cold for a construction built in the center of a desert. The architecture didn't resemble any other civilization he had known, the angles were too perfect, the spaces too big. There were paintings on the walls, languages unknown, flying monster that fell from the sky wrecking havoc.

The whole place seemed eerie and unnatural. Bruce's trained instincts screamed at him. Too silent. Too cold. It felt as if he had entered another dimension, and above it all, there was that strange green glow coming from the center of it.

He still kept on walking. Forward and forward, stubborn in fulfilling his destiny and his mission, until he finally found the center of temple.

The blue flowers grew everywhere. Over the black windows, over tables full of buttons, and the metallic floor. And right in the center of it all, there was the cristal. Pure green, illuminating the room, the flowers and the temple, like the putrid heart of a monster. Green liquid poured from it, pooling in little ponds on the floors, like the ones in the legends that could bring back the dead.

Bruce stared at it, stepped closer, and then, he saw him.

There was someone inside the cristal.

It was wearing a strange outfit of blues and reds as he foated suspended in the green material, preserved for eternity. A bright golden simbol was engraved on his chest, a long silky cape flowed from his shoulders in ripples behind him.

He was the most handsome man Bruce has ever seen. Strong psyche, raven hair, and pale skin. His features were perfection, as if an artist had spend years just arranging them to please the eye. The texture of his skin, the softness of his hair, or the deep blue of his eyes, everything in him felt almost like a siren song trapping him in a spell.

Bruce stepped as close as he could to the glass so he could look at this piece of art better. The man was gorgeous, but he also looked sick. There was dark shadows under those eyes, there were dark veins under the pale skin, a grimace of hurt in his lips.

Bruce frowned, changed positions, and this time, as he moved, the blue eyes of the man followed him.

Bruce gasped and stepped back almost falling into one of the green ponds. The man was alive. It had not been and ilusion, the man's eyes had followed him and we're still following his moves.

Horror drowned on Bruce. Trapped. For eternity. Legends told that this cursed temple had been older than humanity, and during that time this man had been trapped here.

This was wrong. This was sick. Maybe this was part of the trial too.

Bruce should do what he had been told. He should pick the flower and only the flower. He should avoid everything else, the pools that promised eternal life, the man in the middle of it. It was probably a trap, another trick to kill the unworthy ones.

Bruce picked the stupid flower. He turned away to leave. Yet he found couldn't move away. It had been the blue eyes. The resignation in them.

Before he could second guess what he was doing, Bruce turned away, unsheathed his saber, and started to bang the cristal with it.

The green material was hard, resistant, but it was still a crystal. After his blade chipped a piece, the whole thing cracked and exploded.

The green light went out, even the pond's light on the floor dimmed as rubbish and dust settled around Bruce in the little temple.

Then, among the growing darkness, a figure rose. It was red and blue. It was naturally gorgeous. It stared at Bruce down as he rose into the air with his eyes glowing a deep murderous red.

[feliville]

Another 3 commissions ( @ktophers, @crimniko, @starry-spell )

[sudaca-swag]

así duermo cuando me quieren funar por decirles falsos latines a los yanquis boluditos que nacieron y se criaron en USA pero yo también tengo abuelos inmigrantes y sé lo que es la pertenencia al país de tu crianza vs el de tu familia