#he’s a dead babe

[reyenii]

charles: my smile is pretty convincing

[ahsokatanos-lightsabertechnique]

Edwin: "Don't worry I can handle this" Cat King: "My kingdom is all about want" *leans suggestively* "and pleasure" *waggles eyebrows* Edwin: 404 Error Page Not Found

[densewentz]

edwin got to have the "You're Lonely like I'm Lonely" conversation with the Cat King that Hob could have had with Dream in 1889 if Dream were capable of being chill for just like 2 seconds lol

[tigrrliily]

They are my roman empire

Someone asked me for the details in this one…so here you go enjoy the pain🥲

I wish I had the time to draw more again but university is forcing me to actually work…so here you go, enjoy our tragic love bugs

[pixiatn]

Dp x dc prompt cause I'm bored

So we all know the classic angst trope in Tim Drake fics where Dick wants/wanted to put Tim in Arkham bc he thinks Tims crazy and a danger to himself/the family for thinking Bruce was still alive. Dick actually does that here, bro puts Tim in Arkham

While wrongfully stuck in Arkham Tim finds himself befriending 3 fellow inmates who seem a lot less intense than most Arkham inmates. Classic "what're you in for" conversation (doesn't really matter how or why the everlasting trio got in Arkham, maybe they're antiheros, maybe they're just treating it like an elaborate escape room, who knows) and when Tim tells a semi-less detailed version of his scenario and his fellow inmates are just like "aw what, that's bogus >:0" and "bro thats not even that crazy of a theory 😒"

Next thing Tim knows his new friends are like "we'll help u find ur dad bro :)" (Tims lowkey glad his new meta friends offered to help cause his first choice was the LoA and that probably wouldn't have ended well) and they plan their breakout, which lucky for them Joker and a bunch of rogues break out a week later and they sneak away in the frey

[bluebugjay]

the bit that really gets me about Monty refusing to shake Charles' hand is that he makes direct uninterrupted eye contact the whole time, he says 'sorry, my hands are full' and walks right past Charles whilst looking him dead in the eyes, smiling like he's afraid of nothing

[mobius-m-mobius]

How are people gonna take that?

OWEN WILSON as MOBIUS M. MOBIUS in LOKI S2x01

[wordsinhaled]

thinking about how death of the endless almost certainly knows by now that edwin payne and charles rowland run from her hand in hand each time she comes for a departing soul they've helped, and maybe she even lets them get a head start.

thinking about how both of them are so deserving of the peace her kind word and friendly face bring, but they are too terrified she'll separate them to ever receive the actual gift she could offer.

thinking about how it might just fix something in them both to just... sit in the office with death of the endless while she has a cuppa, or eats an apple, and tells her terrible corny jokes; and maybe it helps them realize that nothing would dare to ever part them in the afterlife or beyond— least of all death herself.

[amphirrhvx]

WE ARE SO BACK!!!! ✨

without the text :)

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

some erikar doodles

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Alastor: Did it hurt?

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* Let me guess, when I fell from heaven.

Alastor: Noooooo

Lucifer: *raises eyebrow*

Alastor: *grins wider* Did it hurt when you fell for me?

[starry-bi-sky]

realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards

*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

Edwin is plenty alluring, actually, but sensuality is not something he knows how to indulge in. He'd have probably known what sex was, too, and had definite suspicions on where his own attractions lie when he was killed. However, his youth and the manner in which he died arrested any development he'd have had on that front. He's not naive, really, he just has a lot of gaps in his knowledge about this particular subject.

It's important Edwin be a bit camp because his inability to hide how he presents himself is the reason he was targeted— the reason a lot of gay men would've been targeted. It's also important that this presentation be alluring to other queer men. Because it is alluring. He's a cute sassy twink and he does flirt back a little when someone manages to tune into his frequency. Edwin's a catch, honestly, and I'd be in Charles and Niko's corner pronouncing him too good for any of his suitors.

[gearbit]

Heat-Haze Daze - Jin ft. Hatsune Miku

It sure is hot... Is it? I don't really mind summer though. I hate it.

[ashyy-slashyy]

scotty lovers rise up

[corybiit]

Cregan cradling their first child, singing softly to the babe as midwives swarm around the room, tending to Jace.

He has fallen into slumber, they tell him. It is not likely his husband will wake up.

Memories of similar words wrap around his neck and tug at his heart. Arra had gone just the same, years before.

Cregan could see her eyes in Jace's, mixed with the eyes of his brother as he died as well. Death so common to him now, it felt like an unwanted relative. Did it have to visit so often? Did it have to take so much?

"Eyron," Jace said, softly and so, so tired. "Promise me," he whispered but fell quiet before he could continue, hand going limp on his own. Cregan was beyond words at his husband's paling face. He kissed him softly on the forehead.

His prince was burning still.

He took his son from the wet nurse. He was big, like his brother was when he was born, and warm against his chest. Cregan brushed the little wisps of brown hair aside. Eyron had good lungs if his cries meant anything, but he quieted down as Cregan held him.

"It's fine, it's all fine, stop crying now," he whispered only for his child to hear. "Your father needs rest now, you need to quiet." He ran one big finger against the babe's nose. Letting a lullaby he used to sing to Rickon pass throguh his lips softly.

It was about a knight, going home to his spouse, and reuniting with his love. Cregan's voice didn't falter once as he held his second son. Jace's first.

Even when they shared the same coloring in their features, The Wolf of the North swore, Eyron had Jacaerys' eyes.