#brain is mush now tho

[schoopsahoy]

i’m finally onto writing the last part of this fic but like this last part could easily end up being another 5k words … when i tell y’all i’m TIRED

[pepperpixel]

More powerpunk girls art!!!! Cuz they are just. Fun to draw ghgh- this time trying to get a better design for brat! Cuz even tho I liked the old one I had.. I wanted to try and give her a lil bit more edge… so! Here were some experiments w that! I didn’t succeed in. Solidifying anything, as u can probably notice. Considering her outfit is slightly different in every picture ghgh- but! Idk! Maybe that’s ok lol. She’s the sorta character who would have a bunch of different outfits it’s fine lol

[mothorcus]

ghghhgghhhghghgghh 2am doodles

[zeroducks-2]

"Robin." Slade murmured lowly.

Dick shook his head and didn't answer. He wasn't Robin anymore. Robin died many weeks ago, killed by Slade himself when the man forced him to pull a trigger for the very first time.

Slade sighed and Dick knew that he was annoying his master, inconvincing him. That he should answer him properly, stand up and force his hands to stop shaking but he couldn't bring himself to actually do it. He kept sitting on the ground, caked in a blood that wasn't his own and stared at the body of a man that just tried to kill him.

A man that would succed in killing him was it not for Slade.

"Dick," Slade tried again, voice so soft and gentle that Dick would cry if he wasn't feeling so numb.

The hand that touched his cheek was warm, not like the glove Slade always wore as Deathstroke and Dick blinked up at him, reaching a shaking hand to cover Slade's own.

His master stroked a thumb down his cheek. He didn't even seem to notice the blood Dick left on his skin.

"You did good." Slade praised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm here now. You're safe."

The buzz in Dick's ears makes him wonder if he really heard that. There's still the warmth of touch on his cheek and he's tempted to squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation of the slap which should come - it should, he messed up, he deserves it - but the brush of lips through the man's mask on his forehead suggest that Dick's master is not angry at him.

«I should be punished.» He observes simply. He hates it, he hates being confined or beaten, and lately he's grown to hate it so much, especially being locked in a tiny dark room, that he started obeying. Lately the punishments have become too much for him to bear, and Dick unable to take them, but he knows he deserves one now. What he doesn't deserve is to be touched so gently and told that he's alright.

«Sweetheart.» There's another hand coming up to cup Dick's other cheek, naturally bringing him to look up. Slade pulled up his mask. He doesn't look angry even if he's slightly frowning. «Why should I punish you for trying to save my life.»

Dick blinks slowly and realizes he's been gripping the man's wrist hard, so he relaxes it with a deep breath. he also realizes that yes. He was trying to... do that. Slade had been hit with a stun charge, strong enough to flatline a meta, and Dick...

«What you should have done is shoot that man in the head, not use yourself as a shield.» Slade continues, wiping more blood from Dick's face with his thumbs. «That is something I'm going to have to drill into your little head. I don't want to see this kind of stunt, ever again.» He leans down, touches their foreheads together. Dick's breath hitches and just like that he's clutching the man's wrists again, with both hands this time. «But for now you're alright. We'll talk about this another time.»

He's picked up like he weighed nothing, and just like that he's pressed against the solid wall of Slade's chest.

Dick keeps holding onto him tight, breathing slowly to keep himself from crying. He was about to die, he was. That man would have killed him wasn't it for that few seconds of hesitation... maybe because he suddenly found himself about to kill a teenager instead of the seven foot tall monster who just massacred the rest of his team. And that apparently gave Slade enough time to gather himself, his knife, and plunge it into that guy's throat. And that's all Dick's fault, but Slade is alright, and somehow that's all that matters to him now.

[whateverdays-art]

OKAY I'VE GOT 'EM. I HAVE OCS

bikaku twins, but absolutely batshit and not coordinated at all.

left, karla, she/her. artist, full of rage, ready to fight at all times. but also an artist. definitely has a "careful or you'll end up in my novel" pin. goes to underground fighting rings to (try to) afford a place to live and worries about her brother. uses her kagune to reach paints in her studio and tries to find ways to stay dexterous with it. HATES social rules but will play by them out of necessity. her anger comes out through her art.

likes: painting, reading, fighting, cats.

dislikes: accidentally going too far, unnecessary cruelty, having to figure out emotions (she doesn't feel them quite right)

right, todd, they/them. almost a literal psych patient, broke out when they figured out he was a ghoul (chaos. so much chaos), but not before stealing a pair of scrubs. and grippy socks. will probably go on to kill shiro and kuro's parents. house m.d. levels of no filter, prone to meltdowns. SO MUCH AUTISM. likes to use his kagune to stim and is thoroughly of the opinion that (almost) anything is a mask if you're brave enough (unless he doesn't like it. then you're an idiot for trying it. of course. :) )

likes: fast motion stims, breaking stuff, analyzing literature (even tho they're bad at it sometimes)

dislikes: construction paper. what the FUCK is that, who made it, and why?? also lies.

they're both in their early 20s, fight like cats and birds, but also stick together.

no particular do's or don'ts!

listen. listen don't ask me about the names karla and TODD. my brain said "karla... i need a name as cool as karla. hm what about dave" first which. i agree is a problem for my psychiatrist first of all.

but then my fiancee went, "well my brain just went, bubblelicious and todd, so. i don't think you want those names." but todd. captures the dumb of ass energy so well. so it's todd. their name is todd.

[depravedangelbaby]

girlfriend is making me soup!! yay!!!

[gio-goose]

Hit most of my kara TBs yesterday hehehehehhehehehehehehehe I missed like, one or two BUT I HIT MOST OF THEM WHICH MEANNSSSS I AM GETTING MORE CONSISTENT

[annicaax]

KICHO ROUTE COMING 21ST FEB! The moment I'd (we'd) been waiting for since ages! ahhh

[aurosoulart]

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it's Halloween in November because Akuji was a little late in setting up her candy shop in my house... but it was worth the wait! 🎃🍬🍭🍫

Akuji is my OC! her 3D model and the surrounding scene was created entirely with a virtual reality headset.

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[crybaby-bkg]

just wanted to say you are my favorite writer on here and i just love your brain so fucking much 😭🫶🏾💖💕!! your prison school post with megumi had me kicking my feet in air!! pls if you’re up to it we’d love to hear more! Maybe even with yuuji next time? 👀

this was so well timed bc I was feeling so low about writing on here earlier so thank you so much for sending this omg 😭😭😭😭

and I’m so glad you enjoyed!!!!! none of the other characters had pull like Kiyoshi so I’d only switch his character between Megumi and yuuji (if that makes sense….?……..?..??)

but!!!!! yuuji fits in soooo perfectly with that scene where he’s so determined to not feel any kind of shame and humiliation when he’s supposed to be peeing in a can in front of you. his cock is hard and it makes the can stand straight up, but he’s just so proud of himself for not buckling under your mean gaze. even looms over you when he realizes just how weak you actually are, how pitiful you seem to be now that he’s really gotten a good look at you.

and he kisses you. it’s a surprise to both of you guys, really, that he dares to take the initiative. that he’s so clumsy but so determined, his eyes clenched shut as he tries to focus on keeping his hands on your waist to steady you. his tongue is fierce, poking and prodding at the seam of your lips that give way so easily from your surprise.

he promises not to tell the others, Megumi especially, but the way they both share similar looks, the way the both smell of you, there’s no denying just how much you’ve been around.

[neppy-34]

Miguel ohara.. save me .. save me miguel ohara..

[murcielagatito]

miss congeniality was the first movie i ever bought for myself

[gallawitchxx]

Big Guy ❤️‍🔥🖕🏻🪵 [2 New Messages] mick get your ass home ASAP

Big Guy ❤️‍🔥🖕🏻🪵 [New Message] drive careful tho

Big Guy ❤️‍🔥🖕🏻🪵 [New Message] love you

ray baby, there's really nothing to say here except that you're a fucking brilliant menace. thank you for constantly raising the bar. i am so grateful to be the recipient of such inspired creations. i bow down. i kiss your feet. i scour my camera roll for gold. you're a real one, bud.

ok ok there is something to say:

STRRRRREEEEEETCH!!!!!

[milflewis]

the sheer relief and oh thank god i get sometimes from cancelling plans. unparalleled

[deeisace]

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[lunaetis]

@muraenide asked :

He finds her on the floor, exhausted from what he assumed to be cleaning Ramshackle dorm. It's too much work for one person and a cat who is reluctant to help. Jade scoops her up into his arms and takes her to the dilapidated couch. It's falling apart, but it'll do for now. He shrugs his coat off and spreads it over her petite body, up to her neck, as he tucks her in. Brushing her hair over her head, he places a kiss on her temples. The living conditions of Ramshackle dorm were terrible. The windows and doors had fallen off their hinges, they were barely there to keep the wind out. Eden might as well be sleeping out in the wild, exposed to the wind, unshielded from the cold. Jade doesn't know how he didn't manage to convince himself that he should have taken a look sooner. He hangs his hat and vest on the clothing stand as he picks up the broom that Eden has left lying on the ground and begins sweeping.

unprompted. || always accepting

​─「エデン」─  cleaning was more work than she had thought. what was she thinking, trying to clean the whole dorm all by herself ? HIGH STAMINA that came with her nature of being a vessel wasn't enough to keep her function after attempting to dust off the entire floor and keeping a CERTAIN CAT from causing trouble. in all honesty, eden wouldn't have minded sleeping outside in the wild if it'd come to that. certainly wouldn't be the first time she had done that either.

                in her exhaustion-induced rest, feeling a touch that wrapped around her made the TRAILBLAZER stir slightly. a presence so familiar which caused her form to nuzzle towards almost instinctively. there was a SCENT that came to her mind, wafting through the air and enveloped her very senses brought a sense of calm. the tender, quiet touch to her temple earned a purring hum, almost like a content feline despite how she probably was more accurately associated with canine than feline. with her mind so DEEP in the much needed rest, she didn't see who it was.

                maybe she didn't have to.

                her breathing regulated, as though her very instinct was telling her she was safe. in this presence, wrapped up in this warmth — nothing was going to harm her. she murmured a single name under her breath. barely audible, it was, but the syllable echoing his name sounded treasured on her tongue. his scent was soothing. when was the last time she had felt so relaxed to let her mind delve deep into slumber in such a way ? she couldn't remember.

                the trailblazer didn't realize how long it had been when her mind was yanked back to present time again. lashes twitched as bleary golden hues reopened to shape the sight before her. ceiling ? a blink, as her frame shifted and the coat that was covering her slid downwards, making her grab it out of instinct —

                wait. this coat ... ?

                line of vision slowly followed the sounds, while her hands held the coat closer to her frame. amber hues finally landed upon the tall frame with his back facing her. he was fiddling with the window she struggled to keep close just last night. silently, she found herself staring. it wasn't like she was ogling over him. no. the way her aureate optics were kept upon him spelled of something softer, something genuine. she had always felt that his smooth, fluid movement was nice to watch, but this was different.

                there was a softer light in her starlit hues, a kind of light that reflected the very reason the organ in her left chest was drumming just a little louder and faster than usual. since when did her eyes follow him ? since when did she find gaze trailing after him almost out of instinct ? since when did his voice, his words, his touch, his very presence, made this foreign world feel ... welcoming. like home.

                " so — " she finally broke the SILENCE that hung in the air before she pushed herself to sit up properly, holding the coat closer to her person. she looked almost like a puppy with her favorite blanket, the way she let his coat wrap around her form like that. it didn't look like she was planning to give it back to him soon. GOLDEN OPTICS were shimmering with mirth as they met his heterochromia, and lips curled into a smile. a tease ? a challenge ? no, not those.

                smitten. absolutely smitten.

                " how much trouble would i be in if i'm not returning this to you ? "