#for those that keep forgetting

[dreambones]

🖊 + Tom, if you are so inclined ? 🥺

Man I miss Tom so much.

I was originally going to draw this but lost the motivation to do it so text it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Before becoming a wandering trader, Tom lived in a savanna village nearby a dessert where he had the cleric profession. He would work on all types of potions and different remedies, occasionally going out on short trips to gather ingredients, but nothing to crazy, getting the harder things by trading with explorers that would go by the village now and then.

However that didn’t last forever. One night a zombie hoard took the village by surprise while everyone slept peacefully. When Tom heard the screams half the villagers were gone, most dead while a few others had started to go through the fast and painful infection into zombies. It was either locking himself in his home and pray the day would come, or risk making a run for it. As the door started giving in, Tom rushed to make a weakness potion and took a golden apple he had been saving for a special occasion. He wasn’t sure it would work, he had never seen anyone being cured, but there were books and records about it.

Everything happened too fast, the door broke down, zombies rushed in, he made it past by a miracle, getting bitten and scratched. Then he ran, as fast and far as possible until his body turned in pain, as he looked for a dark cave the sun wouldn’t reach and with the last remains of strength, he used the potion and bit the apple just as his last bit of humanity vanished…

… Tom woke up in a dark, humid corner, mind foggy, unclear, clothes shredded and skin full of scars left behind by the reversed zombification. He was once again alive and breathing, and having lost everything except his humanity.

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[artsymeeshee]

The swing set

This has been something I’ve been wanting to draw for a LONG time. Based on a headcanon someone told me a long while ago of the boys going back to see their childhood swing only to see it’s broken and rundown. Stan is clearly upset but brushes it off like it’s nothing, but Ford is very determined to fix their childhood swing because they both cherish it deeply.

[ambroseambrosia]

I’m so easily persuaded into a ship. All I need is one good piece of artwork and I’m like, yeah I see it. I approve.

[catbyte404]

[hyunpic]

daily gifs until hyune day: what can’t he do? — talented singer-songwriter, rapper, dancer, choreographer, producer, model. some other talents including: swimming, football, painting/drawing, pottery & photography: “the moment i realize, oh, i can love this too! my world expands. if i keep discovering new things that i enjoy, there’s no end to it. who knows? maybe three years from now, i’ll be completely obsessed with fishing. just imagine how happy i’d be watching the fish swimming in the water! thinking about what i might come to love in the future makes me look forward to tomorrow a little more”

[emmavakarian-theirin]

alternate bad ending

(inspired drabble under the cut)

Lucanis has been taught to accept death since he was a child. He's trained in it. He's used to it. But that doesn't mean what family he has left isn't important to him. Rather it's what matters to him most.

Then he gets imprisoned and tortured. He watches people die, week after week for a year. He's made to think he's going to die at any moment. Made to think that his family is dead. But he doesn't know.

Then you come along, set him free, return him home to find only one family member left, the other probably dead after all. But he still doesn't know.

Then she's alive, imprisoned by the same person that imprisoned him, the other living relative. But he can't kill him. He won't be the reason to lose what he has left, and there's so little left.

But then there's you, who's shown him compassion he's never known, that there's something more than just family/contracts/enemies. That it's safe to be vulnerable around someone.

But he's scared to get close. Scared he'll hurt you. Scared he'll lose you, to himself, to a god, to something he can't kill.

Then his walls start to break. He doesn't know what he'd do without you. And then you disappear. You might be dead. A day, a week, a month goes by. You're still not back. You're probably dead. He thinks he'll never see you again.

It's weeks of not knowing, and he's wasted all this time fearing he'd only take time away from you, time he could have given you instead of pushing you away, and he's lost you anyway. You could have both been happier, if he wasn't so broken.

Then you're back, and nothing else matters, there's no holding back. He'll do anything to protect you, you are his sole purpose now. This he knows, more than anything.

Then the battle is over, the gods are dead, and so are you in his arms. He couldn't protect you.

He knows death. He knows you're dead.

But only now after decades without, does he remember what it's like to grieve.

[weirdglassthing]

LOA Shiptober Day 4: How They Met

October content month was ambitious..

This one took me. Shockingly long. Whoops! I’ll probably end up jumping around the prompt list and it might extend into November 😋

I’ll try to do day 31 on the actual date of Halloween though 🫡

[burningcheese-merchant]

I have an important confession to make. It hurts like hell to say this, but... I have become a ShadowSpice shipper. I can hardly believe it still, but it's true. Y'all got me, they're cute together. Dastardly Villains In Love™️ lol. You love to see it and so do I, apparently.

I know I kept posting BunringCheese and other Beast x Ancient things, but to be honest, I've lost interest. They just don't feel the same anymore. Maybe I hit the pipe too many times and my tolerance got too high lol. Regardless, I'm gonna hand the keys to my little shipper heart to the spice tyrant and blue jester duo (and maybe other Beast x Beast pairs too idk. We'll see)

Can't post anything else atm but here's a scribble. My first contribution to the ShadowSpice/BurningMilk community :)))

I have a different version where I used a different brush to color them + the original lineart. Y'all let me know if you want to see those too :^)

[yousavorthis]

dean doing the clothes shopping whenever sammy outgrows whatever he’s got. he lurks around the local walmart, putting the charm on heavy when the lady stocking shelves looks his way.

he sneaks a set of girls underwear into his jacket, carries on like normal, and when he gets back to the motel-of-the-week and tosses them onto the bed, sammy mumbles a thanks with rosy cheeks and thumbs the fabric, soft to the touch.

dean’s been buying sam girls underwear since he graduated from pull-ups, claimed they were always the easiest to sneak out of the package and hide, stuff in his pocket—smaller, thinner, less bulky.

and all of that’s true, but dean can’t deny the gut churning thrill that crawls up his ribs whenever sammy’s shirt rucks up at the hem and he can see that pink trim dotted with that cute little bow, taut over his hips. can’t deny the way his stare lingers, chases the waistband over his stomach, across a hipbone, eyes stuck right beneath the dimples at the base of his spine. it’s maddening, how bad he wants to rip at those ratty sweatpants, yank them down and fill his hands with pretty pink and baby soft skin.

that night, it’s hot as all hell and the ceiling fans broken, dad’s out at a bar and they can’t sleep. sammy’s frustrated, sweaty and exhausted. and dean’s heart flips and nearly bursts on the spot when sammy shuffles off the side of the bed, pushes his shorts down those long legs and kicks them to the side.

and all at once there it is: his sammy, naked, save for those little pink panties dean eyed up in the store, slipped into his jacket, all for his baby brother.

sam climbs back into bed, flops onto his stomach and burys that messy bed head into the pillow. and god dean can barely control himself, wants to reach out and trace fingertips down the curve of his spine, dig blunt nails into the skin of his hips and drag, drag until he catches on that pink elastic.

[remxedmoon]

hhhhi guys i really like bonnie isat did yiu know that. did you guys know that. d

ANYWAYS!!! that third pic is for in recipes and repetition by @startagainaprologue!!!! i love it when that rpg child is Normal. greyscale version of that first doodle below 👍

[lovercaptain]

Warriors Appreciation!!!

there seems to be a trend with him and this specific pose... hmm...

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

all art belongs to @/linkeduniverse !!

[cosmosluckycharms]

hobie and spider!reader

goodnight

[porrigens]

💤💤

[littlefankingdom]

"World's Greatest Detective" is not a real thing. How would you even determine that? There's no competition putting detectives from all around the world against each others. And, Bruce is not someone that boast about his exploits, he does what he does because it's the right thing to do. He doesn't even see himself as a "good guy", because he thinks what he is doing is what needs to be done. Yes, he is prideful but he isn't this type of guy. He cannot be the one that came up with it.

So, I hc that it's Dick, small young Dick, who flies from roof to roof with Batman, who calls him that first. It's clearly something a child would do, as they will also call their parents "the best dad/mom" or "the most beautiful". It is during a debriefing with some cops, after one of them vocalises how impress they are by what Batman found, that little Robin exclaims "Duh, he's the world's greatest detective!" What are you supposed to do, then? Tell your adorable kid that, no, you aren't the world's greatest detective, that doesn't exist? Tell Batman's kid, in front of Batman, that he is wrong and it doesn’t exist? Do you have a death wish??? The good answer is: "You're right, he's the world's greatest detective.". And when a criminal captures Robin and boasts that Batman will never find him, the lil bird answers: "B will find us, because he's the world's greatest detective!". And, look at him, he isn't wrong, Batman does find them and gets his boy back safe and sound.

Little Robin keeps calling Batman "the world's greatest detective" and people start to do so too. "It should be easy if you really are the world's greatest detective!" taunts the Riddler, "The world's greatest detective is on his way" tells Gordon to his team, "Superman? Pff, we have the world's greatest detective, here!" brag Gothamites...

As Robin grows, he stops doing it, but it stays. As time goes on, people forget who started it. Was it Batman himself? Was it a rogue mocking him? Even Dick forgets, as some memories leave us with time. Only one man remembers: Batman himself, Bruce Wayne.

So, when anyone calls him "world's greatest detective", even to tease or mock him, he doesn't correct it. That's what his baby called him. And when Dick Grayson, now Nightwing, tells him "Man, aren't you supposed to be the world's greatest detective or something?" while they work on a case together, he thinks back to the little Robin who first called him that, and a small smile invites itself on his lips.

[inkedberries]

day 4 of kudoichi week - [vampire au]

it's feeding time! and we love the flavor of guilt in this early morning! honestly it's such a whole affair with these two, yoichi should just say thank you for the food and get it over with lol but it's me who wants it all to be very dramatic hihi