#idk if anyone got that but oh well

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

[simcardiac-arrested]

I KNOW YOU WANT TO

[raindrvq]

hi outsiders fandom ive been lurking for awhile so heres a little doodle dump. maybe ill post real content later (ik these r lame but ive been in an art block n randomly got motivation to draw so we're working w it)

im currently rehearsing a production of the outsiders play so thats what is fueling my fixation rn 🔥 i have a feeling a lot of my content (if i post it lmao) will be at least inspired by the play more so than the book just bc thats what im focused on rn so yea little disclaimer 😊 if u see me post art of the gang n they all look incredibly different from their book/movie counterparts its bc im gonna base designs on our cast bc projecting is fun 💥 these drawings were half based on the book/movie and half based on our play so. theyll probably change tho as we work on the show. ik this isnt rly relevant at all i just felt like rambling abt our show bc im hella excited. also i play pony so ‼️ the amount i will project on him will be crazy

[f0xgl0v3]

I did something again guys.

Uh, that’s Camp Half-Blood Mercury (uh, Mercury lore- she is technically a Greek demigod and cannonically does have curls. The magical world where she doesn’t straighten them to hades and back lol-) and @percexe’s really silly oc, Sawyer. They live in my head now, they are so silly.

Uh- it’s too late for me to re-line this and uh, finalize it and colors (I have school tomorrow) but, here’s some warm up I did to try and get used to drawing Sawyer for consolation :3

(It is also, sadly unfinished)

[peanutseagle]

what do you MEAN you're out of peanuts????

[squishosaur]

hey man. i'm just saying. why would we put inexperienced teenagers with over-inflated egos and obvious emotional issues into combat classes and make them claw their way to the top of their dorms and expect things to just run smoothly. who actually thought this

[catwafers]

i've been rotating postcanon knives in my mind for several months at this point, but i don't think i'll be able to draw his story beyond what i have already. so here's a glimpse of what's taken over my mind

(no romance included)

[zeb-z]

ok listen. you're badboyhalo and having the worst week of your life. you're willing and wanting to give anything, anything, to get your kids back. forever, your crush/enemy/friend/date partner?/ president sits you down and asks you to marry him. he's on a drug that makes him manically happy and has an extreme level of brainwashing for federation purposes.

you consider for the briefest moment saying yes, because you're drowning in your grief and hard in bargaining, but it won't do anything to help bring the eggs back, forever doesn't know anything. forever wants the eggs back as much as you do, the real one at least, you know this.

you're surrounded by roses. you ask him what you can do to help him, what he needs, asking the forever that you know is in there somewhere. any other personal feelings aside, he's your friend and he clearly needs help. he asks you to marry him again. he tells you to stop making some noise that he's clearly hearing through auditory hallucination. you just want your kids back, you keep telling him this, until he snaps and starts shooting mines under both of you.

forever is still out of his mind. your kids are still missing. the roses are burning.

bad said no to the proposal, of course he did. that's not forever, the kids are gone, this is no time or place for such a thing even if forever was himself. but I don't think forever asked because he feels "opposite than what he usually feels" under the pills. he's manic and under the influence and half brainwashed - he wants every day to be the best day.

and how heartbreaking is that? that bad is only being proposed to while forever is out of his mind. that forever wants bad to say yes because that would make the day the best day ever for him. that under any other circumstances, on that bench with the roses all around them, it might have been something good?

[bereft-of-frogs]

It has been *erases chalk number* 0 days since I faced peer pressure to watch the clone wars (2008)

[buttertrait]

cinna starts her new job tomorrow morning, so she decided to get some work done and then head off to bed. not before giving pepper some cuddles of course!

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right after cinna started browsing the data bases for work pepper got the notification to say that pepper had gained a pet fear... what do you guys think shes hiding?

[writhe]

[ihateleviack]

Old (helmetless) Steve meeting younger Steve cuz why not (ft Bill)

(REALLY tried with the expressions but I didn't know what kind would suit this Steve)

This Steve was supposed to have this outfit ( https://pin.it/2GWZMpVAY (blue one)) but I was too scared to ruin the lineart with kokies.

I wasn't going to add in the last two at first, but I was like- why not. It's just old drawing of Steve (1st is last Nov and 2nd is last January).

Spent way too much time doing these while listening to the type of 70s bands that I'd think he'd listen to (like "Player" or "The Doors" etc.)

Refs:

https://pin.it/1xgB3EZQi

https://pin.it/2XXgozPB3

https://pin.it/5gyTwDbxu

https://www.tiktok.com/@mellon_soup/photo/7220451752493993262?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7318347654730335749

https://www.tiktok.com/@mellon_soup/photo/7217868041365785902?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7318347654730335749

[flufflecat]

anyone else finding it really, really personally nauseating that the pjo show would remove gabes entire character and replace him with someone less abusive to make sally a Strong Female Character. like wow, im sure glad that youve proven that women who are abused are the REAL threat to feminism, and they should just try talking back more!! what a good message to send to abused kids. sorry, kid. i guess you just didnt argue hard enough and #Own your abuser into seeing how cool and strong you are. what do you mean that arguing with an abuser will only make them hurt you more? but look how snappy and cool and feminist sally is now!!! youre clearly just being abused wrong.

[princesscallyie]

Me when I'm listening to the most stupidest story about my mom giving my brother $1500 for a down payment for a 2nd car while his in the shop for a deer hitting him and him losing the nonrefundable $1500 cause he drove 2 hours away to a scummy dealership and he didn't get approve for enough credit from the bank

[piplupod]

also while im at it (and by it i mean probably making a fool of myself) i do want to say when i say that i am kind of stupid i am being so genuine. my reading comprehension is so dirt poor.

school did a shit job of teaching me anything and i suppose then it should've been on me to fill in the gaps (grand canyon sized gaps in this case but i digress) but i was struggling just to get thru the days as it was. in english class i learned to just ask my classmates what they thought the answer was to symbolism/meaning questions and then sift thru what they said to find the bits that seemed correct (based on patterns i'd noticed in previous assignments of books/plays/films/etc) and then mash it together until it resembled an original idea. so i never actually learned to think for myself and i'm SOOO MAD at myself for that. did i get thru school with decent grades because of it? yeah sure. but now i haven't even done anything w those good grades except take a couple office admin and accounting/bookkeeping college certificates that im never going to use bc [gestures at my whole situation].

and now i've got piss poor reading comprehension, and i feel foolishly proud of myself when i watch a movie and i figure smth out independently that i then end up learning is like... baby's first symbolism. just skimming the surface of understanding. the sort of thing that everyone else figured out right off the bat and it took me maybe two days of analyzing the movie to figure it out.

head in my hands !!!!!!

[madhushala]

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