#so wrinkly

[paper-lilypie]

Thinking about how Sun/Moon might have thought about writing their feelings down for Y/N but it just ends in a massive pile of scrunched and erased notes as they can't put into words how much they care.

omg imagine Y/N just stumbles upon the pile of notes and tentatively goes through each one, heart growing three sizes bigger after each one…. sobs

[stinkywrinkles]

Wrinkle King <3

[averagepathologicenjoyer]

Pathologic 2 Foreman Oyun looks like someone left him in the bath too long

[rise-uncalledfour]

happy early birthday! How ancient will you be?

I am turning 14! :)

[charlietheepicwriter7]

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Get in the Water prompt Storm alternate version Animatic Fanart

There was a spell, Constantine had explained after his own trip to the afterlife. Something to contain Danyal's soul long enough to resolve his unfinished business, to keep him still and away from the influences of his fellow dead. And if that didn't work, Constantine continued, then there were ways to force a spirit to rest. It was better for a ghost to move on by themselves, but if there was no other choice...

Damian hoped Danyal would choose to rest on his own. That he'd let him explain, finally.

Danyal had been weak. Strong in a fight, but too weak to kill, and that infuriated Damian. But he was scared more than he was angry. Because that weakness would get Danyal killed, could get Damian killed, could get the League killed. Even the newest recruits had a stronger desire to kill than Danyal.

He was the weakest link in the chain. And while their mother had taught them to be ruthless, Danyal had remained limp with mercy.

They needed Danyal's body. It would be Danyal's tie to the earth, Constantine explained as he joined them on the Batplane. The souls of the dead don't often linger on the mortal plain. The magician had speculated that the only reason Danyal had managed to manifest in the waters below Gotham was because of Damian's presence, but his remains would keep him stable this side of life for however long it took to heal his soul.

But was that even possible?

"I don't know, kid," Constantine admitted during the plane ride. "Wish I had a better answer for you, but... Your brother is a siren now. And from the sound of it? He really wants you dead."

"Then why didn't he kill me?" Damian argued. "He had hours to do it... or minutes..." The time he spent in that green world felt longer than the ten minutes Father couldn't find him, but... "He had me in his grasp and let me go. Doesn't that mean he didn't want to-"

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'Playing with your food?'" Constantine asked instead. "Sirens aren't known for letting their prey go. If we're out here, its because he wants us here."

They--Damian, Father, Constantine, Grayson, and Todd--landed in Nanda Parbat after a few hours. There was a crypt inside for members of the Al Ghul family who didn't use the Lazarus Pits. It was there Danyal's body was entombed. They would have to steal it.

And it was unfortunate that Constantine got them caught within five minutes of entry.

Damian glared daggers at the man as they were led towards the Lazarus Pit. Constantine shrugged. "What? I don't want assassins chasing after me because of some light grave robbing! Besides, we need to explain the situation anyway-"

"And what, precisely, needs to be explained?" asked a woman from inside the chamber. The heroes were pushed inside, only to see Talia Al Ghul standing where her father should have been. The Lazarus Pit hissed and boiled behind her, casing the cave in a ghoulish light.

Damian could hear laughing.

Father stepped forward. "Talia. Where's Ra's?" Grandfather was the biggest threat to their plan succeeding.

Mother... looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I do not know. At the present moment... the Demon Head is missing."

You could hear a pin drop. "What do you mean?" Father demanded.

"It's as I said; he is missing. Yesterday, he was alone in the Pit, and hours later, no one could find him." She glanced behind her, at the waters, before looking back at them. "I had assumed he'd left to care for the League's interests. Now-" She tilted her chin up, looking down at them. "What exactly do you need to explain? What is so important that you break into my home to tell me?"

Stepping forward, Constantine explained. Mother looked grim as he spoke of Danyal, but did not interrupt. "We want to put his soul to rest. But for that, we need access to his body-"

"You dare ask for such a thing?" Mother snarled. "As if I even believe you. My son would never-"

"Your son?" Grayson snapped. "From the looks of it, you didn't care for either of your children!"

As the group descended into an argument, Damian heard laughter again, Danyal's high pitched giggle harmonizing with something deep and bone shaking. The Lazarus Pits loomed over him, beckoning him, whispering. Damian took a step towards it as his mother said, "I don't even have his body!"

"What?" Damian snapped at his mother, focusing back on the conversation. "But the crypts-"

"After your brother's murder, the Demon Head ordered for the culprit to be found. But they were never discovered." Because the culprit was Damian, he knew, and no one else ever learned about it. "I wanted to place him in the Pits immediately, but I was ordered to stay my hand until the murderer was caught. But..."

"He never was," Damian finished for her. "And then you put Danyal into the waters?"

"Yes." She closed her eyes. "And he never came back out. Even if it was too late, he'd still come back as the undead, but he never rose from the waters."

"Then this is entirely my fault."

"Finally," Danyal whispered in his ear, breath chilling his skin.

Damian did his best to ignore it. Danyal was haunting him. Danyal needed to be put to rest. If they couldn't do it Constantine's way, then they had to put him to rest another way.

Grayson looked troubled. "Robin, it's not your fault-"

"I'm the one who killed him," Damian confessed. Everyone stared at him. Grayson, horrified; Mother, blank; Father, betrayed. Damian continued, "I overheard you and Grandfather arranging a fight to the death, and I knew who would win. I couldn't... I couldn't allow Danyal to die without the Al Ghul name, in disgrace as the one who wasn't good enough. So I killed him, assassinated him, and now he's haunting me for revenge." Damian looked at the Pit. "So go ahead, Danyal."

"Damian, what are you saying?"

"Danyal wants revenge on the person who killed him; I'm giving it to him." Todd was staring at him. Damian might not be able to see past his helmet, but he could feel the respect coming off the man. "Danyal, I know you're here. Please come out." If he focused long enough, he could just making out wheezing breaths. "I can hear you, please-"

Father grabbed Damian by the shoulders. "Damian, listen to what you're saying! You're offering your life up for nothing!"

"B's right." Grayson placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's got to be another way. You don't have to do this!"

"Yes I do!" Damian ripped himself out of Nightwing's grip. "I'm the one who killed him! I'm the one at fault! My brother is suffering because of me, I have to save him-"

Stepping between them all, Mother slapped him across the face.

And the Pit's whispers fell silent.

Damian stared up at his mother, cheek throbbing with pain. She glared back. "Cease this behavior at once," she snapped. "There's no need to get so worked up over a ghost, of all thing-"

"T̴̯̃al̵̬͂ị̴̿a̵̮̕ ̵̼͐A̴̗̕l̷͈̆ ̴͚̓G̵͎̀h̷̻͒u̶̜͋l̴͍̀."

This time, everyone could hear Danyal's voice, filled with static and corrupted. Damian swallowed as his dead brother continued,

"D̸͕͠o̶̪̅ ̸͍̆ỹ̵̗ö̸̲ũ̸̧ ̶͖̚k̶̻͊ņ̸͐o̸̹̚ẘ̸̙w̷̛̹ḧ̸͚́o̷͉̅ ̵͈̑I̶̪̽ á̵̞m̶͙̂?̸̻͂"

The cavern shook as the Lazarus Pit bucked, a wave forming in the absolute center of the water. The wave rose, pillaring up above their head and brushing the ceiling. A cold wind rushed through the room and blew out the torches on the walls, leaving only embers and the occasional florescent behind. Damian braced himself for the waters to rush out and flood.

Instead, the water fell back into the pit, like it had never risen in the first place, leaving behind a lone figure in its wake.

"Danyal," Mother whispered.

And the dead boy glared back at her with pure contempt.

[heartsfortwotpot]

on my telly......

[comradekatara]

haha your little commentary on the type of cats 😭 I never thought of zuko as an orange cat but that totally makes sense (halloween cats) and Aang as a ginger cat like yes because of all their parallels omg but you hit the nail on the head with Ty Lee hehe

zuko is literally one of the most orange cat coded characters in all of fiction. unwavering dogged determination combined with heedless idiocy and a refusal to acknowledge how his surroundings and the basic laws of physics might impact his success in any given endeavor. and somehow he just keeps surviving despite that. marvelous

aang is one of those cats who isn’t really orange but is rather a pale ginger color. kind of sillygoofy but also gentle and much much smarter than your average orange boy

katara is a brown and white cat with black stripes, a fluffy belly, and little white socks. yes i do realize that i am just describing my cat. this is not a coincidence (aka the cutest sweetest cat in the whole world)

sokka is a black cat (obviously) but with a white belly and socks. and bright yellow eyes. like a witch’s familiar but if the witch was kinda chill about it

mai is a black cat but truly all black from head to toe. piercing green eyes. really sweet and purrs a lot but ppl avoid her out of foolish superstition

ty lee is a beautiful fluffy white cat with a perfect pink little nose who is just so gorgeous and entrancing. her favorite thing to do is show you her belly and then bite your hand when to try to rub it. but everyone keeps trying anyway bc she is the people’s princess

azula is a very shrewd and imperious fluffy grey cat who is constantly leaving dead mice and bugs in your bed. as a gift of course

yue is also a beautiful white cat but she lets you rub her belly. her favorite hobby is napping in a sunbeam on the windowsill

iroh is a sphynx cat who is clearly convinced that he is the most beautiful cat who ever lived, and because he demands to be treated like a gorgeous diva, everyone just somehow believes him

suki is not a cat she is a small yappy dog who is always getting in ur business

and toph is a very large rat who somehow just taught herself how to meow really well

[skrunksthatwunk]

say what you will about that era's character models but y3/4/dead souls majima's crows' feet are top notch and they should be brought back

like here's him age 45(ish)

vs 55

they fucking ironed him out. he's got smoothed

[newvision]

aceton print on orange peel, December 2023, inspired by @zmije <33

[abbijane]

Butts and bare feet ✨✨

[ladyofthecreeddraws]

Hmmm... Gossamer, chapter 4 amirite?

[wickedcriminal]

About your half brother au

What was young Hiccup doing during the time that old Hiccup was in a coma from losing his leg in the battle with the Red Death? I have found your au since a month and I am fascinated with the story!

It took a few weeks for Elder to come around again, but the people in his life made sure to spend some time with him so he wouldn't be alone.

While Old Wrinkly was Elder's main caretaker and Minicup had his hands full acclimating dragons to Viking society, Minicup still took it upon himself to come in every day to make sure his brother was warm and fed, sometimes accompanied by Little Fishlegs. The teenagers came around every few days to see how he was doing and if he was awake yet— Astrid more than the others. Stoick couldn't spend too much time with Elder since he was spending every waking moment adjusting his village to the new dragons and preparing for winter, but he made sure to drop in every night to visit when he could. Gobber and Gothi also made sure to drop in often to make sure he was healing well.

Big Toothless stayed close. He never left the room!

[presiding]

the outsider by deerghast, commissioned for place like void

[turtletoria]

when youre in a 3/4 left facing bust competition and your opponent is turtletoria

[nerves-nebula]

bishop. i should have done homework but if i didnt draw something just for fun i'd go insane

[skunkes]

Omg I saw cat talon colored and it jump scared me because I had been imagining him as a bald pink Sphinx…… his colories is so good tho….

HEE HEE he's not a sphynx! + if he was he'd be the grey black ones...he's a rumply cornish rex

with dis coloring specifically, but with discolored muzzle from old age