#and now im biting

[youngpettyqueen]

there is no way im seeing people call Julian/Garak old man yaoi. Julian is 27 you dense motherfuckers

[paper-lilypie]

so Oswald’s dad totally isn’t the FNAF 4 Freddy mask bully right. right?

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[zuzu-draws]

How come more people aren't redrawing depictions of this panel??? This was my highlight of chp 254!!

[probablyautistic-definitleygay]

GOD it must be so difficult for Bashir being the only bitch serving this level of ✨CUNT✨ on DS9

i need that Sudanese-English doctor in a way that violates the Prime Directive :))))))

[dxckgrxsonx]

as someone who constantly bites their lip, i like the idea that whenever you subconsciously start rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, Jason takes note and uses his thumb to gently tug it free before going back to whatever he was doing before he noticed.

you're sat on the couch, hes in the kitchen making something to eat when he glances over and sees you biting at your lip hard enough to make the skin redden and split. you're distracted. on your phone or something, so he pads quietly across the room, tips your head up with his palm until you're focused entirely on him, and pulls it free using his thumb.

as soon as hes satisfied with the correction he goes back to the kitchen and carries on as normal. when he next glances over you're already watching him, a slightly wide, love-sick look in your eye.

and Jason? well, he does what he always does when you look at him like that.

he smiles.

[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

[tagged as spoilers!]

[sch1z0prenic]

I AUDIBLY GASPED WHAT THE FUCK YANG JUNGWON IM BARKING RIGHT NOW???

[umblrspectrum]

hi heres art so you pay attention to me now go read the tags

[thesecondhandwoman]

I am in need of werewolf Vi x vampire Caitlyn or so help me I will go feral (and have to write my own fanfic about it).

[queerdraws]

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[sallymew4]

supposed to be studying but all i have on my mind is this mind-shattering uncle&nephew duo. i need to be sedated

[wintermav]

the fact that TC remembers icemav scenes like it was yesterday on his new interview w/ Deadline reminded me of Val's "I think of them everyday" comment from that one interview he did for tgm.

I'm not okay 😭

[sforzesco]

SERBISYO

something from the vault! freeing this comic from my drafts; this was an older idea, just messing around with a scene earlier on in crassus' career. love a guy who. uhhh. exploits tragedy to his benefit. christ. something something the politics of opportunity.

there was originally a follow up to this about the benefits of knowing when cold hard cash is the way to go, but I realized about five minutes ago it would be a better fit to place it during the catilinarian conspiracy arc. which means I should figure out a design for catiline for real.

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

But Jiang Cheng is proud and competitive to a fault, and it’s been driving him mad not to be able to beat one man in single combat. To finally have him at the other end of his sword is both thrilling and immensely satisfying. And to see him so sprawled out on the ground – braced on his elbows like an ordinary person, undignified, chest rising and falling with exertion – makes this petty little victory taste sweeter than anything. Jiang Cheng holds his gaze a moment longer, then tips his chin up with the point of his sword. “Well?” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

This Is Not A Courtship (Said the Bridesgroom to the Suitor) by @midnightsnapdragon