#or maybe...

[batataran]

Tim, in Red Robin fit. *Turning on his comms in the public server*: They were right. It's fun

Barbara: What is?

Tim *grinning while sitting on a pile of LOA assassins*: You'll see. Requesting for extraction of Assassins at sent location. I have to go now since I have a date.

Dick as Nightwing: *mid-swing*

Dick: *double takes* ...Baby bird did you just say Assassins?

Tim: Red Robin signing out!

[iluminaughter]

It seems like the party needs some....ENTERTAINMENT....huh!?

silly warmup becomes epic bday draw let's gooo

[shinpikurage]

Invincible showed us a bunch of alternate Marks and I still haven't seen a single piece of selfcest art... Tumblr used to be better

[trafficconesingames]

Alan Wake - Episode 1: Nightmare

[thehotelpod]

which could mean nothing.

[hybeana]

Another commission for @wintershub !! this was so awesome to do. i love green punks

alternate versions under the cut!

i had a watermark on it but i think i forgot to turn that layer back on before exporting. and honestly im too lazy so.......!

[khoref-69]

My brother's drawing 😌 He knew I like Frieza TOO much so he drew "me x Frieza" fanart 😅

It looks like my fantasy before sleep

[deathupontheangels]

Can I make them swear?

[ramen-writes]

"Where were you?"

"I was held hostage"

"by who??"

"...the police"

"....you mean you were arrested?!"

-extract/bit from my book

[dogbound1128]

What if?

[flower-zombie-rob]

Getting tumblr notifs is crazy i havent had that shit since like 2022 💀

[chericherilvr]

ive never known peace after becoming a nucks fans. and I guess depression and anxiety were there too to help or wtv. ITS BECAUSE OF THESE LITTLE TINY GROWN ASS MEN ISTG

[yelling-screaming-crying]

here’s this for your reblog and your troubles. I am cringe but also this is really funny to me so🙄 sacrificing myself for my art or whateve digital footprint fears me

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET OH MY GOD<3

Does this mean that perhaps maria gcmvs are on the way/j

[im-getting-help]

But waht about:

Since the moment Oliver locked eyes with him through the window of his dorm something inside him changed. Since that fateful day something inside Oliver's very soul cracked and splintered, it broke, irreparably so.

Through the next months since that life changing morning, parts of himself started shifting, molding and adjusting to become what was necessary, what was right, what he needed.

Oliver knew, he wasn't dumb. He knew that the story he told, the decisions he made and the act he put was all hanging by a thread. He couldn't believe his luck, truly. Every night he recounted his memories certain that it all would disappear as soon as the day came. But the days became months and suddenly Saltburn doors opened for him.

The morning of his birthday, while looking through his wardrobe trying to find something nice enough to wear, he remembered the first time he noticed him. He looked unreachable, and yet...

Time stretched, it was torturous, the exciment of it all, the shame.

Breakfast with the Cattons. "Happy birthday, Oliver darling!"

The long ride.

Prescot.

His home.

His parents.

Lunch with the Quicks. "Happy birthday Oliver!"

The ride back.

The pleading.

The tears.

The party.

The cake.

The champagne.

Walking through the maze.

Watching him through the shadows once again.

Pronouncing his name.

As soon as he speaked his name Oliver had the realization that the day was coming to an end. Finally, this awful day was about to end, but something felt wrong.

What happened the moment they locked eyes was something he didn't account for. Of all the things he knew could go wrong he didn't expect... himself, his own body betraying him.

The look on his face made him shiver, the emotions displayed. The contempt, the disgust, the grief. It was too much.

It's been years but even if you would've asked him to repeat what he said that same night he wouldn't be able to.

He completely broke down. He thought that he knew what was like to be wrecked from the inside and out, but Oliver had no idea.

He cried, he pleaded, he screamed and whispered too. All those emotions he shoved deep into himself overflowed, it was impossible to control it or stop it.

When Oliver came back to his senses he was grabbing him by the collar of the beater. Their faces were so close they shared the same air, his hands tremble and the tears kept flowing creating paths down his cheeks, his vision blurred.

Between sobs he mutter an I love you but he didn't respond.

"Please Felix, I love you...".

He remaind silent, gently, he grabbed his hands and pushed him away. Not a word was said, he walked away, out of the maze and out of his life.

[p1xelface]

Just a thought..

What if P1xelFace made lore?