#but not for now

[nelkcats]

Ghost Fangs

After so much time changing between forms, Danny thought that he would no longer have external changes. His human and ghost forms were a bit more combined than when he was a teenager but it wasn't as much of a problem for him now that ghosts weren't actively trying to wipe out humanity and his parents had more or less accepted him.

The problem was when he started his internship at Wayne Enterprises and his teeth started to hurt. He didn't pay much attention to it at first since maybe he should visit Frostbite or some normal dentist. Cavities were pretty common when you ate fast food growing up.

The problem was when three days after the pain started, one of his teeth fell out. That didn't make much sense since the halfa had shed his baby teeth long time ago, and those were supposed to be "permanent".

He decided not to smile and continue working, avoiding anyone that could notice the change but the hole in his teeth was obvious when he looked in the mirror. Then another tooth fell, and he felt his gums itch. Something was beginning to grow.

That was how Danny started changing his teeth into ghost fangs at the worst possible time. Worst of all, he was sure he was growing a third, maybe fourth row of fangs, and fuck how was he going to hide it from his bosses?

He couldn't pretend that he was mute! What if a tooth fell out during work and someone found it? It was a nightmare!

[blueaiyuice]

park hanbin can play the flute

he even did howls moving castle. hes so cultured. i will def not sneak this into my fanfic somehow

[holistic-alcoholic]

some post-cw Bucky pain with pre-WI vibes!

The kindest thing would have been to let me die, he thinks, and it doesn’t fill him with dread or fear. He has no fear for death: it means peace and blackness and an end. He doesn’t believe in hell, too — or, more accurately, he does but is too familiar with it, and there’s no chance he lets anyone drag him back there again.

He doesn’t think that he deserves death, though.

What is he? A body of Bucky Barnes, long dead, reanimated and reworked, depraved and changed. A soul transformed too much, burnt and subsided, fitted to the atrocities of HYDRA. He is a Frankenstein’s creature, rebelled against his masters. He’s Cain, left to wander with memory of blood over his hands.

The kindest thing would be his death — but it would be a kindness done to him.

And yet; Stark’s rage is a primal force, purifying in its swiftness. But there’s no end in sight, no easy resolution: Steve is with him, fighting for him, willing him to be alive, and he — the man who lives in Bucky’s skin and soul — he fights back. They are all alive, as it ends. Nobody gets what they deserve; nobody deserves what they are left with.

Existence is a painful mistress, enticing but with a proclivity for hurt. He lives, accepts the name that Steve puts on him, takes the help given.

Bucky is a shadow of a monster. He’s a beast chained, living in stagnation, waiting for sentence to be carried. Yet, life disappoints him.

There is no sentence, no judgement; just life, uninterrupted, freedom granted. A chance to prove himself if not innocent then useful — a place in the team. Being a weapon yet again but out of his own volition — in hands of people that he trusts. Does he?

His therapist, government- or Stark-mandated, talks to him about agency, which only makes him laugh — there’s nothing to this word. World has complicated itself enough so that the choices lost their meaning. He is of little use if he doesn’t wield a weapon — there’s no choice. He has just this one option for atonement.

And so he does it, despite the horror in his blood, the fact that mirrors sometimes show him a monster, inhuman, beastly, agonized. He lets himself to be used and hopes that it would be enough. He knows it won’t. There’s too much grief caused by his hands, too many deaths he caused.

There’s one mercy, one stability to this: the lack of kindness — of anything — from Stark. They never talk, rarely keep to the same room, and Bucky’s glad — grateful to feel the animosity and hate and grief. That’s what he earned. That’s what is right, not like Steve’s stubborn acceptance or his friends’ pity. That is the only aspect of his life that he can bear — but then it breaks, for Bucky meets Stark one night, with lights dimmed and nightmares just waiting for their victims, and Stark is merciful. He talks to Bucky, in voice strained but words kind, an olive branch in palm. He talks, and Bucky cannot deal with this: with his eyes, dark but understanding, with a whiff of humor, with— absolution.

He runs. Stark is left behind him, hand outstretched, his expression burnt in Bucky’s memory, and — the worst thing — it speaks of kindness.

The thing that lives in Bucky’s flesh and haunts Bucky’s soul runs to its room, locks itself inside and cries.

There’s only him who hasn’t yet found the forgiveness for himself.

[delusionsofspace]

jack implanted the idea of deleting our art blog in our brain and now I can't stop thinking about it :/ I mean we don't really even post there and we haven't drawn in over a month. Jack was also right about us being too serious about monetizing a fun hobby. monetization ruined art for me and I'm just now realizing that

[ikol-art]

Keychain orders are officially closed! Thanks guys!

[moonlit-archeress]

I love Jesus but in a "I also love other deities and I think your mom has more power than you kind of way".

[natsutakashi]

so twitter will have its end soon,,,,,, time to come back to tumblr

[genderfluid-druid]

hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus

[bokkerijder]

pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc

against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"

[girlstressed]

can’t stop smiling in inappropriate situations

[pierog]

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[beaft]

face of a man who has known sorrow

[mamatater]

The spouse is getting curious about tumblr