#feast…

[loonybun]

Whumpy responses to “Who are you?”

“You don’t know?” (patronizing)

“You don’t know?” (devastated)

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Your soulmate.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“God, your head’s really that screwed up? You don’t even recognize me? Really?”

“I’m not supposed to give you a name.”

“Not someone to beg to.”

“Do you really want to know? Kind of more fun if we keep it a mystery, hm?”

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help.” (doesn’t directly answer them at any point)

“Your new world.”

“Your new god.”

if anyone gets inspiration feel free to tag me but u don’t have to :)

[hansoeii]

they seem to be very good friends!

[stealingpotatoes]

Happy Easter if you celebrate!! (or happy discounted-chocolate-egg-day tomorrow if you don't!!)

[kangals]

forget herding, hunting, retrieving, guarding, companionship. the REAL most valuable work a dog can do is when you accidentally spill food on the floor and you can just point at it and go "hey eat this."

[onewithblankets]

lowkey ally being the most experienced d20 player at the table is kinda cool. pointing out the driving skill on ify’s sheet and doing the quick math for Jacob’s explosions is neat as hell, especially since they started as the least experienced at the table.

[everwalldigan]

Only those who have seen the light know that Bruce Wayne is absolutely the type of annoying father who asks for his adult children for grandkids EVERY chance possible. This is the same man who immediately put in his two weeks notice from batman-ing the MINUTE he discovered he had a granddaughter.

Bruce, materialising in bludhaven: when are you and Barbara getting married

Dick: NO.

Bruce: *sad GRANDCHILDLESS noises*

Bruce, materialising in crime alley: when you are going to settle down with a nice girl or guy and give me a-

Jason: *starts shooting*

Bruce, materialising in the clocktower:

Babs: don’t even fucking think about it

Bruce: *dematerialises away sadly*

Finally, at the annual family dinner, Bruce: whoever is the first to bring me a grandchild will be banned from ever having to take over batman

[manzanamarim]

My friend sal told me abt the svsss pad commercial and I stopped everything to draw this

[ryllen]

not supposed to be drawing, but... Coral Sea Event 🪸 🦐

[mistbix]

so i've been re-watching atla....... expect more art soon

[oldguardleatherdog]

[hansoeii]

Astarion 🌠

[eatsbooksarchive]

gideon: i hope harrow dies 😎

gideon, the moment she finds out harrow’s blood (her intravenous blood. her intravenous blood.) has been spilled in an access hatch she cannot enter:

[gaypeople]

A dance before the feast.

[internal-screaming-got-real]

Spoilers: he dies in the summer

[soulsforsales]

Jason Todd latches onto love like a drowning man begging for air. His love isn't sweet all the time, but it's painfully real. It's raw. It's devotion so deep that it has turned into desperation.

It’s him installing so many traps and fail safes in the house that even you end up stepping on one, because what if someone breaks in when he’s out?

It’s him trying desperately not to act controlling and failing, it’s him calling ten times a day, which is surprising considering the work he does, it's him not wanting — but needing to know everything about everyone you meet in a day.

His love borders on obsession.

It’s soft too. He takes care of you like no one else could, he yearns for you, he has everything you love memorized like the back of his hand.

But in the end, he does make you his god, and he waits at your feet like a dog.

Jason's love is an obsession wearing a mask of tenderness. He worships you - not in a light, dreamy way, but like a man who has lost everything, but finally found someone who chooses to stay.

Because he truly believes he doesn’t deserve your love, but he has it, and he would do anything to keep it.