#half way across the world

[droopycoquette]

I don't think you understand how feral I am for Ona's muscles

And her freckles

and her smile

atp I'm just feral for Ona. Period.

(credit to pinterst ig)

[luveline]

About You is sooooo rockstar remus coded

agreed

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian’s hands were once meant to create. He remembered the early days at mother’s side, impressing whirls of wild colors on quality pieces of paper and delighting in their beauty. He was just Damian, then. Sometimes, he was his mother’s beloved son and sometimes he was that and just Damian. He loved being just Damian, when the colors were bright and each spread of color brought life and love and tenderness. His mother tucked away those drawings in a secret compartment, to be enjoyed by herself in private. To love him, in private.

Then he became Damian al Ghul and colors were leeched out of his life. Not so much as leeched out. If anything, they got more intense. But where variety and brightness once claimed his attention, only red and black and gold held it now. So had his grandfather decreed, so he must obey. He unraveled skin, to get that nauseating shade of red. He was taught to be of worth, for without it, without the skills he mastered, Damian al Ghul was just Damian, and Damian was nothing. Damian al Ghul’s hands were not meant to create. They were meant for destruction. To spill only red, to wear only black intertwined with gold. To obey the greens of his grandfather’s robes. To see that green reflected in his own eyes and to know that grandfather was mad. Mad, but powerful. Insane with bloodlust and power hungry. Still, mother had gone cold. She no longer showed the easy affection with just Damian. So he obeyed, because that was all he knew how to do, how to love.

Then he became Damian al Ghul-Wayne. He spilt the blood of those who were proclaimed his brothers without a shred of proof they were his betters. Because they had to be his betters to be his brothers and he attacked them over and over and they would not put him down to prove themselves. And father perplexed him, because he asked Damian al Ghul-Wayne to hurt but not end, to partially break but not fully destroy. So he learns to gentle himself. But as time went on and his brothers refused to hurt him in any meaningful way, to assert their place in the hierarchy despite his challenges, Damian al Ghul-Wayne learns to love them. He learns to be, if not kind, then not harmful. To nurture, through his love of animals.

He apologizes to his brothers, in the only way he was taught, with sharp words and a reliable presence at their back. He gave them his back, turned and allowed them to walk behind, because that expression of trust was the only way he could tell them they’re welcome to stab him in the back for his transgressions. He thinks they get it, considering their support in bullying his father into getting his various pets. And, once he learned how to say it with words because it meant more to them, they forgave him with words. And guilt tripped him, but Damian allowed it for a period of time. A bit of guilt tripping for attempted murder is… an unfair trade for them.

And when he became Damian Wayne, it was an easel and an extensive paint set placed beside it that settled the name fully on his shoulders. A weight he willingly bears because the colors are back in his life again. Damian Wayne stalled at the door to the converted sunroom. A studio.

“It’s yours, Master Damian.” Alfred Pennyworth placed his hand on Damian Wayne’s shoulder. A welcome home. A sign of acceptance.

Numb, numb lips parted to ask, “Mine..?”

“We had thought this would be an appropriate gift for your birthday. Your siblings put quite a bit of work into remodeling it, with our help.”

Damian knew exactly where they got the idea. His gaze had lingered too long at the paintings in a gala they were forced to go to, and Timothy was by his side, eyes always sharp and knowing and kind.

He could see Richard’s influence in the awnings, high places painted with bright colors and little blobs of things. He could see father’s influence, in the way the furniture was optimally placed. Barbara’s touch in the high tech music center, and remote monitoring system. Jason’s in the hidden weapons around the room, league trained and knowing that it would help Damian feel secure in this new area of his life. Timothy’s influence that all of this happened to begin with, without Damian’s knowledge nor suspicion. Alfred’s influence in the accessible doors and food bowls and conveniently placed bed for Titus.

And later, the rest of his family will swing by and leave impressions of themselves (to Damian’s disgruntlement, literal impressions) in his room. But for now?

Right now, it feels like acceptance. It feels like love. It feels like he could be Just Damian again.

“It is acceptable.” He said, running over gentle fingers over the selection of brushes and tubes of paints. His gentleness belies the cold words, and Alfred Pennyworth knows that this is high praise coming from Damian.

“Very good, Master Damian.” Alfred Pennyworth replied.

And then Damian al Ghul-Wayne isn’t sure-

“I… am allowed?”

Alfred Pennyworth’s eyes darken with sadness, but his face remains impeccably unaffected. Damian thinks that’s why he understood Damian’s learned coldness the best.

“Yes. This is, after all, your birthday gift to be enjoyed whenever you see fit.”

Just like that, Damian knows he isn’t just Damian anymore. He’s Damian Wayne because just Damian did not have this, did not have them. Damian nodded decisively and picked up his brush. He squeezed out paint and, as Richard might say, “went to town.”

With every stroke of the brush, every color smeared onto blank canvas, a smile steadily grew in his face. Damian looses himself once more in the colors and swirls and shapes and does not see his family gathered at the door marveling at the pure unfiltered joy, the first they’ve ever truly witnessed, on his face.

He does not notice when they leave, filtering away and feeling proud at themselves, because Damian Wanyne found his colors again. His hands were no longer just meant for creating or destruction. His hands learned to do both, to express what he himself could not. His canvases were proudly displayed around his home.

Damian Wayne thinks he’s found family. He think he’s found a bit of himself.

[prof-peach]

Big Changes

I am trying to move across the world to be with my partner and it is very stressful, and i gotta make bank to try and cover the costs, SO

I am selling a lot of designs. Bare in mind, all adoptables you recieve from me will be redrawn and redered to a high quality, what you see below is not the final image you will recieve, simply an idea/sketch I never had time to solidify.

Some of these pieces are 'mystery' meaning I will finish what I had intended to do with them and you'll recieve that.

The higher prices on some represent the additional work it will take to refine or nail a design down, and the time required for that. These designs cannot be edited back and forth between me and you the client in this process due to time constraints with moving and packing ect. I can make minor edits if needed, but it will bring about additional fees, though typically not huge in price. If you have any questions, or want further infomration, message me and ill do my best to respond fast. Almost all these mons had a purpose, and some vague idea behind them, you can ask for those if youre interested too, though you may want to assign your own as well, either way, perfectly fine.

I will also be selling off my starter designs. They come as a trio, and are a higher price due to being designs I wish I didn't have to sell.

You will recieve all three fully drawn and rendered if purchased.

The grass starter sold already.

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think i am genuinely the only person in this fandom who has ever uttered the words “What are the narrative implications of the Cave of the Oracle being under Half-Blood Hill?”

[red-flagging]

offering "last of the late breakers" as a title to anyone writing an f1 surfing au in the near future, free of charge to a good home

[eraserhappy]

OFMD is so queer that you have 2 exes who never actually dated separated by a whole freaking sea, but manage to end up at the same bar(?) and everyone knows each other (and have probably hooked up) but had no idea THIS was the person you were crying about.

[the-mononoke-facade]

Waaaaaaait if I'm understanding this setup right it might have some major implications for how Kusu moves through the world holy shit

[whonsper]

my friend dared me to tell my... best friend/half crush that i do in fact. want to marry her /gen

so anyway. we'll see in the morning how she reacts

[vanity-complex]

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[superherogeeky]

Surface level knowledge of 2003!TMNT Is knowing that Raph and Casey would drag everyone to a rage room.

True understanding comes from those who know Leo would absolutely destroy the entire room.

[officerdougeiffel]

käärijä is lizard coded

they are the same

[pokeblr-confessions]

Advice on where to buy donuts in Alola?

WHATS AN ALOLA

[jainkoa]

I want to buy another jacket or hoodie or some shit cos the temperature keeps dropping which is expected this time of year but like every clothing store that sells jackets and jumpers or whatever is always so overpriced with absolute dog shit quality

[fancyfeathers]

Me: I get to go to my best friend’s wedding and see her again since she moved back to Hawaii!

Also me: I won’t be able to update any of my stories for a few days because I will be so busy as her maid of honor, ahhhhhhh!

[camptw1nk]

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