#ah yes this FINALLY

[ofpolitics]

                    no, no, no, no, no...   it’d taken just a moment, just a few seconds of her being distracted by a stand of beautiful flowers for her to turn and find her father and the delegation swallowed by the market crowd.   how could no one notice?   terror pumped through her veins as she darted between the throng, eyes constantly swiveling as she strained her petite stature upwards to spot her father’s robe to no avail.   no, no, no, n-

                    the resounding thud of her slight frame crashing into something unyielding reverberated to her bones, sparks of pain flashing in too many places for her to register.

                    steady hands settled on her shoulders as she stumbled back, ears reverberating with a constant hyperspace jump.   half dazed, watery russet gaze stared upwards to find the being with ridiculously rigid legs, embarrassment burning scarlet along with the pale freeze of fear across her delicate features.    ❝  s-sorry, i wasn’t looking!   i’m so sorry, please let go!  ❞

     @galaxycrxss​ requested a starter for echo

[nibbelraz]

Head pats to show your human that you love them 💞

[medusas-graveyard]

Loved By Time

Part 2

"H-hi, um—crap... I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne. Uh... It's nice to meet you. My name's Danny— wait, shit— you probably already know that."

It was an odd first impression, to say the least. The boy in front of him is an open book; quite obviously nervous and uncomfortable. Black hair with white covering nearly the bottom half that doesn't look dyed, light blue eyes, and a telltale of a wide scar right below his left eye, making the skin lighter than the rest of his otherwise tan skin.

Bruce in turn chuckles kindly at him, shaking his head. There was only him currently in Gotham; all of his kids were still dispatched elsewhere so Danny had time to adjust to the new environment. He reassures the boy that he's fine— that he'll fit right in and, in truth, he was somewhat right.

Dick, Steph, and Duke were the first ones to greet him; giving the boy quite a scare. He had met with Tim not long after, surprising the latter on brief comments about his works.

The strange things about Danny started when he met Duke. The two had started off great; they both introduced themselves kindly and shook hands. But something must've happened while they shook—because Duke's face had paled slightly as his eyes widen. Danny must've noticed; because the boy himself immediately placed a hand to cover Duke's eyes, whispering something in a rush.

“Don't— I know you can see it. Don't look at it. Don't look at me in the eyes. Don't say anything.”

He then met Jason and Damian.

Something must've snapped within the two, because the next thing anyone knew, the two had practically lunged at him.

Bruce had no time to react.

No one had time to react.

No one had time to react when a large, eldritch abomination of a knight loomed over Danny's figure, caging him within one of it's arm. A large greatsword was drawn, pointing at Jason and Damian who abruptly froze, ready to strike the moment they move even an inch.

A silence engulfed the manor as their eyes all widen in horror; the only thing audible being Danny's heart rattling within his ribcage and his heavy breathing mixed with wheezing, clear panic etched in the way his breathing didn't seem consistent.

"Do not. Touch. The child."

&—

Read: Part 1

[kibbits]

[VD: 16 seconds animation featuring Sun and Moon from Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach set to a portion of Will Wood's Dr. Sunshine is Dead

First scene. The screen is black, and fades to blue. Red curtains fall closed from the sides of the screen and are flung open by Sun's hands. Lyrics: none

Second scene. Sun flings the curtains open and makes a grand entrance by twirling on his room's balcony above the ball pit and giving a "greet the sun" pose. He leaps off of the balcony into a dive. Lyrics: "When did I become afraid of the dark?"

Third scene is a ball pit. Sun bursts out and shields his eyes with a hand, squinting. His iris glow in the shadows cast on his face by his own hand. Lyrics: "Or are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light?"

Fourth scene is a 180º view of the Superstar Daycare. When the lyrics mentions shadows, it pans to the right where the daycare is much darker. Lyrics: "The room I'm in is still the same. The shadows have not rearranged it."

Fifth scene. Sun is nervous and clasping his hands together. He steps back, and his shadow grows and transforms into Moon's shadow, which looms over him menacingly. Lyrics: "No the only thing that's changed is how I see at night." /End VD.]

Here's my section of the DCA MAP organized by @ohno-the-sun!!! Full version here.

I'm so glad I got to participate in this project!! It was so fun, and everyone is so amazing, kind, and creative!! It was awesome getting to meet and work alongside all of you and getting hyped over each other's work!!!! <333

Everyone did such a stellar job!!! I'm so proud of you!

A big thank you again to Ohno for organizing the project! It was a blast!!!

[dovewingkinnie]

redesigned some old ocs!! for a story called candy contagia ^-^ (name might change) will b posting the other characters too cause i like them the story is basically about a cat man who owns a candy factory that turns out to have the worst working conditions, but its ok keep paying attention to mr whiskers hes so silly hes so funny Buy his products theres a lot more to the story than this and as usual there are The Horrors but thats the basic gist

[liatorii]

hello minecraft community!

Lil spooky version under the cut:

[the-crooked-library]

upon my rewatch of season 6 of BTVS I gotta be real here. say what you will abt Mayor Wilkins but he would NEVER have left his murder daughter to struggle alone with debts and a sister. he’d be like “sweetie you own real estate that people live in, why are you working a minimum wage job?.. come now I am going to teach you the most useful evil skill you’ll ever learn, it’s called Being a Landlord” and then pay all her bills and make her drink her milk bc calcium is important

[a2zillustration]

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[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) ↳ Cloud and Vincent ➤ Costa del Sol

[houseswife]

the actual canonical narrative justification for house mistreating wilson for seemingly nothing in exchange during the early seasons is that house was simply accumulating a debt of good turns like chuck e cheese tickets that he cashes in as one singular Big Favour. like sorry for making you deal drugs to me and stealing your salads or whatever. I’ll make it up to you by killing myself in your honor at the end ❤️

[chucapybara]

—monsters.

a short arlecchino x harbinger fem!reader drabble.

—in which a wounded innamorati is tended to be blackened hands and mournful words.

notes: "innamorati" is one of the cast in the commedia dell'arte, with the theme of the lovers, if i remember correctly. they are usually a pair, as well. wrote this a few days ago; this came to me with my own version of a harbinger!oc in mind (hence it may come off as self-shippy), but i think it's vague enough to substitute a reader as innamorati. :3c inna also has cryo-inclined abilities (hence titled "Permafrost") and covers themselves in armour!

"You still bleed like a man does."

"And how does... ngfh... a man bleed?"

"Red."

Were it not for the slickened crimson coating her cursed palms, Arlecchino may as well have thought that the Innamorati was no more than an inanimate suit of obsidian. Innamorati's breaths come heavy, misting like frost at the base of her visor.

There is a kinship, in the blood and in the ghastly taint that sours them both. Like beckons like, as the familiar recognises the familiar from a sea of crowds.

For a moment, Arlecchino's dead-eyed gaze flickers over the shadows in Innamorati's helmet, as if searching for a glimpse of the soul that stares beneath. She almost catches the abyssal-flecked hazel, the dredges of human, or what once was human.

"Innamorati."

"Mmh."

"The children will mourn your passing," the Fourth mutters. It's difficult to dress the wound of an acquaintance who refuses to shed their armour, but she improvises. The bleeding must stop eventually.

"Will they, now?"

Arlecchino bows her head, the slightest nudge of a nod. It was not often that Innamorati passed by the House, but every instance always brought with it the intrigue from the children, and the rumour of the risen "abyssal knight". For all the Lovers' aloof frigidity, a wonder it had become when said abyssal knight would bring souvenirs and trinkets for the children of the Hearth after and between deployments, when said abyssal knight would converse with the fosters in a voice soft as snow, gentle as a whisper upon a dandelion breeze.

Quickly, Innamorati had unknowingly earned a place for herself among the denizens of that organisation, and had come under the scrutiny of its unfeeling Father. Hence had Arlecchino found a wounded Innamorati, returned from a mission, stalking past whilst nursing an injury; hence had Arlecchino beckoned her fellow Harbinger into her office, where a box of medical supplies sits in her cabinet for unforeseen events much like this.

"And of you?" The words come slow from 'neath Inna's helm, a gravelled drag to them, strained. "Will you mourn my passing, Knave?"

There is a long silence. With calculating coldness, the baleful moon falls quiet, perhaps contemplative, perhaps resentful of the question.

How many has she reaped? How many throats slashed, heads ground into a marrowy pulp? And of the many, of what number were those she had no strength to aid, left to keep the reminder of their lives in their final breaths?

Even now, from the depths of that icy past blazed upon a crimson pyre, Innamorati ferried recollections that the Knave had not pondered in a long time: her first blood, on that fated arena, within the cage of a woman madder than she—the blood of a fallen dreamer, an heir to tragedy.

When Arlecchino does not answer, Innamorati answers for her.

"Well," the Permafrost mutters in a rasp, "I have yet to forfeit my life, stubborn as I am. You do not grieve for the living."

"And yet we grieve, still, for what eludes us in the present."

Their gazes meet—or Arlecchino thinks they do. She feels a knowing shiver at the tilt of Innamorati's head, in her direction, where the fiery moon meets a frigid sun.

We grieve for what we have lost.

And if naught else, yours is the grave whose flowers I shall never allow to wilt.

[lil-vibes]

first meetings or something while I figure out their designs. yuppie! yay!

(full picture bellow)

[aanthonyvb]

have you/will you ever draw valvert 🥺

I did one silly cartoonish confrontation (can be found under valvert tag on this blog), and I also just recently discovered this unfinished art buried in my many and very chaotic Procreate folders.

It’s Valjean saving Javert from the Seine river (Because who doesn’t love good angst and this trope)

It was made after finally getting to see the show on West End, and so it happens they are both based on the cast I’ve seen. If I go back to this piece, I’ll probably dilf Javert up a bit :Dd

[susartwork]

It's Basic's 4th birthday!

I'll never stop redrawing this scene haha, and this time I even decided to animate it q(≧▽≦q) I really should draw these two more often

Happy b-day, my glitchy cinnamon roll ♡

Basic!S̷̗̀ả̶̰n̸̢̑s̸̰̀ belongs to me Ruby!Sans belongs to @rubytale-chapter2

[izel-scribbles]

things that would kill arthur lester: the entirety of skibidi toilet

[feldspar-s]

What’s it like, to be so small?

lilypad meditation time :)