#sorry its short as well

[roleplayingorchids]

@lulu-the-warden

(it got long thanks to my art 😅)

"Well... Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Shall we go~" she smiled up at Timothy...

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Creative Hubris takes another unsuspecting victim.

[spoonmoment119]

https://www.tumblr.com/spoonmoment119/713726175082610688/here-me-out-au-where-the-trio-get-swapped-scar

Continued.

Grian as Mumbo: Local Architect. The embodiment of the word “soup spoon”. Dresses and speaks like a little Victorian Boy. Tries to fly, slams into a glass window.

Mumbo as Scar: Cringe-Fail Disney Villian. Tries to be evil, just does good instead. Like He tries to pollute the local lake with a special reagent, the water clears up of any pollution and the local flora thrives. He builds a giant mech and goes on a rampage but only destroys buildings that were going to be demolished and saves a lot of money as they no longer need to hire a demolition crew.

Scar as Grian: Just wears a cat onesie. Starts multiple wars. Wanted in 27 countries and 6 provinces. Is actually Jellie piloting a Scar shaped robot. Has done unspeakable things.

[yaoicoreren]

<?> I MADE MY ARKHAM ASYLUM PSYCHIATRIST FALL IN LOVE WITH ME (NOT CLICKBAIT)

[can-of-slorgs]

Final surprise boop attack for @yowassupitsred!!

Faeran would 100% be really obnoxious about Calamari, and would intentionally make others appreciate her boopings haha.

(Secret second boop attack to @starbiology in revenge to the april fools war because even though i didn't know if you had any characters, I think of her as your character by this point and I found this scenario hilarious in my mind)

[puppyeared]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic

[porcubus]

Something i'd like to point out

We can assume the final part of p2 of the canto was not only from heathcliff's perspective but dante's as well, considering we know they can look directly into their memories when resonating with them.

we did not get a new cg for carmen's appearance. This is something you could chalk up to time on the artist's part, and wanting to focus purely on "main" story cgs perhaps? But for this im gonna assume it was purposeful

For those who aren't aware or need a refresher, this CG is from ayin's perspective, from ayin's memory of laying with her in the grass in the past, in the first game

its personal, and there's only one body who could have this image in their mind.

when viewed this way, the lack of even a redraw feels more intentional 😀...?

[luck-of-the-drawings]

(OLD OC SKETCHES) Meet Sunnabelle Von Sunnoviche, final daughter of the Sunnoviche family. Peeking from behind a window, she witnessed a wizards final spell, one that reduced the world to a wasteland. Her noble blood damned her to [HELL], but unwanting to suffer with her family, she made a deal with the devil. She now hunts in his name. The top of her head was taken by the blast on that day. The fires of her spirit have boiled her blood into a super-heated plasma.

[lesbonoi]

ive been working on this for like. a couple weeks. i got the heights from the allspark almanac 2. generally arranged in height order but kibble and helmet bullshit make it kind of hard to tell. the line is based on op's back heel since he's used as the reference

some direct comparisons i know everyone's interested in plus a couple that interest ME specifically. any other comparisons u want shoot me an ask

screenshot of the original page w the charts i used

also please dont comment any like. height difference/size kink whatever in the tags or replies

[yellowhearther0]

woaugh no way is that THE cranboo in 2023.....

[like + rb mayb?]

[mermaidsirennikita]

sometimes it drives me literally insane to see romance requests that are like

--I want a romance wherein it's basically the happy epilogue throughout the book

--I want a romance that has great communication and they never withhold anything from each other ever

--no "miscommunication trope"

The last thing is just a general gripe about how so many of the things people say are tropes are not tropes, and it's pedantic and snobby but like. Miscommunication is so broad. It's not a trope. People are miscommunicating. WHAT are they miscommunicating about? Is one of them keeping a secret identity from their partner? Because a secret identity romance iS a trope. Is one of them withholding their feelings out of fear of rejection?

Because people DO miscommunicate. Often writers do write it clumsily. If people miscommunicate for no reason, sure, whatever. But if they miscommunicate BECAUSE of a REASON--like, often it's not even miscommunication lol. It's the hero keeping his dire supernatural secret from his wife because she'll die if she finds out (honestly, valid to me, but whatever). It's the heroine finding it difficult to trust the hero with her heart because her dad left when she was young (maybe cliche in theory, but actually a very real thing that happens).

If all you want is plotless nothing wherein everyone is happy and nobody makes mistakes, I personally have a hard time thinking of it as a book, because there is no story. It's just vibes. And essentially EVERY time, people have to mess up and make mistakes in order for there to be a plot.

I just don't understand the point.

[honeyhobbs]

Elliot knight signed my print and he was so nice as usual 😭 even got him to talk about sinbad a little lol. And the tubby drawing!!!! Ugh it's the best tubby he looks so cute in the hat

[britneyshakespeare]

My toxic trait is that I like how my incomplete drawings look better than the finished things

[coffee-bat]

oh right. reminder that i have a yt channel and stuff

[50044w44s]

headcanon <3

(kind of like a one shot)

Harry gave Teddy the perfect gift for his seventeenth birthday.

It was a big party, it hadn't always been like that, but now that Teddy was older he had much more friends than when he was a kid.

Harry was not a fan of big parties, and so he was a little retreated leaning on the wall of the opposite side of the big living room while Teddy was opening gifts.

When everyone was applauding at the last gift, Teddy found Harry's eyes in the crowd, Harry smiled at him briefly before heading out the door.

Teddy followed him, he knew what that meant, he had noticed that his father's gift wasn't among the ones he opened.

Harry was smoking.

"You know mom's gonna go right for your throat if she sees you"

"Let her" his father said with a chuckle "here" he handed Teddy what he first thought was just a crumbled up piece of paper.

Brown paper crumbled up and tied with sisal fiber, not even a card. He laughed a little.

"Y'know you're the richest man in the world, I think you could've gone a little bigger"

"Just say thank you, you little shit" he joked pushing Teddy from the back of his head, making him laugh.

"Thank you" he was thankful, even if he didn't know what the hell the crumbled piece of paper could be.

"You better be, it costed me a fortune"

"This thing?" he mocked.

"Yeah" his father's words turned into a laugh, then a cough "not the money kind"

Teddy inhaled as he understood what he meant. His father had probably retrieved it from one of his crazy missions as an auror. He probably risked his life for it, whatever he held in his hands, it was probably paid with blood. Suddenly, he felt the need to stop touching it.

With shaky hands, he broke the cheap paper. He recognized immediately what was inside. He didn't even have to look at the label around the glass little bottle, he already knew what it read.

ale of seonaidh

He felt his eyes get teary.

"I..." he has to clear his voice "don't you want to use it yourself?"

Harry shook his head as he threw the cigarette end on the sidewalk. "what for? I'm sure you'll benefit more from it than me"

He opened his mouth to say "thank you" but instead, he locked his arms around a very surprised Harry Potter, who took only a second before hugging back.

The next day they drove to the cementery, Harry stayed in the car.

"You're not coming?"

His father shook his head "all yours"

He walked slowly. How else would you walk in a cementery? the place inspired respect. When you breathed, you smelled tears but when you let all the air out, you could feel an aftertaste of peace.

Finally he got to the graves he was looking for. He opened the bottle and threw the magic ale slowly on both of them. Finally, he closed his eyes and waited.

"Hello son"

He opened his eyes, breathing shakily. They both looked young and beautiful. His mother's hair was pink, his father's scars shined like silver.

"It's so nice to meet you, honey"