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TGCF CAMPUS AU!!!

The campus buzzed with late afternoon chatter, students loitering around. Xie Lian adjusted his paint-splattered hoodie, he didn't even know why he wore an apron. It obviously didn't help at all. But since he saw everyone else's were not actually splattered with paint, he had begun to think that maybe the problem was him and not the apron.

Clutching a half-dead sketchbook to his chest, he shuffled into the library. Lunch? Skipped. Sleep? Who? Money? Ha.

Surviving purely on good intentions and bad caffeine.

Across the room, he noticed the one person who stood out like a silver spoon among twigs -- Hua Cheng. He lounged in a corner like the human embodiment of the "dark academia" aesthetic. Leather jacket, black boots propped on the table, a single silver ring glinting as he flipped a coin between his fingers. He wasn’t even pretending to study. He just sat there, waiting.

When Xie Lian noticed him, his eyes immediately lit up and he scramble towards the table where the young man was sat. And sure enough, Hua Cheng was soon to notice Xie Lian too, he smiled and waved his hand.

"San Lang!" Xie Lian beamed as he put down his sketchbook on the table with a low thud. Like clockwork, his battered eraser rolled off the table. But before it could hit the floor, a hand caught it mid-air. Smirking, Hua Cheng offered it back.

"Careful, Gege. You’re always dropping things."

Xie Lian flushed, and mumbled a thanks, as his stomach growled loud enough for three tables over to hear. It only made him even redder and Hua Cheng chuckled.

But everyone was too busy turning their heads at another young lad who came into the library, to be listening to Xie Lian's complaining stomach.

An iced coffee in one hand, wearing heart-shaped sunglasses indoors like the diva he was born to be, Shi Qingxuan stopped in front of Xie Lian and smiled from ear to ear.

"Lian-Lian! Group project meeting, remember? Feng Xin’s hoarding the snacks, Mu Qing already rage quit, and He Xuan’s threatening to hack the campus WiFi unless someone buys him bubble tea!"

Xie Lian sighed. Classic group chaos. He glanced at Hua Cheng, who raised an eyebrow.

"Need backup, Gege?"

Xie Lian wanted to be polite and tell him off, however he couldn't bring himself to do it.

And just like that, the two of them were swept into the whirlwind that was Shi Qingxuan’s  social orbit.

The walk to the study room was way too loud and chattery. It was mostly Shi Qingxuan rambling on and Xie Lian nodding his head with a ploute and kind smile, with Hua Cheng silently following them close behind.

Mu Qing stood outside the study room, arms crossed, scowling at his phone as the group chat exploded with memes and useless plans.

It was supposed to be a study group chat.

"Aren't you gonna come in, Mu Qing?" Xie Lian asked as Shi Qingxuan already burst in through the door.

"Mn" Mu Qing originally wanted to say no. But however he felt the dark shadow behind Xie Lian (which was Hua Cheng) glaring at him, daring him to say anything negative. So he just reluctantly went in after the two of them.

Feng Xin arrived five minutes later, a plastic bag full of chips and juice boxes, grumbling under his breath but still showing up.

Group projects were never his thing.

Meanwhile, He Xuan sat at the back, chewing tapioca pearls menacingly and plotting how to overthrow the entire university administration.

But amid the chaos, one thing stayed the same — Hua Cheng was always there, next to Xie Lian, handing him erasers, snacks, and occasionally pulling him out of the world’s dumbest group crises.

Because no matter the timeline — ancient heavens or modern universities — San Lang would always find his Gege.

♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

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art dump

organizing my PC right now and found some silly stuff I don’t think I ever posted

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[ID: a panel of Bruce Wayne and a young Dick Grayson. Bruce is leaning casually with a hand on Dick's shoulder. Dick, in pajamas and one hand in his pocket, looks confused. He is drawn without many facial features, and a speech bubble with a question mark in it is above his head. /End ID]

I love tiny baby confused Dick

Batman & Robin: Year One #4

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Coolest kid to ever exist

I saw a kid w LED light shoes running around and i said “hmm….Damian” and so here it is lol. Idc if this is OOC but hes just a kid after all lmfao

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original by clairetablizo

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Atleast sketchbook didn't mess up this time. I'm not fully satisfied with how this turned out but I'm glad I could finish it without the app causing any trouble :))

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Karaoke time!

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*3D PRINTING A NEW SPLEEN*

Tim's science experiments but they get increasingly unethical:

- Turning entire meals into nutrient injections

- Downloading TikTok onto the Batcomputer

- Devising a new blood typing system for extraterrestrials

- 3D printing a new spleen

- AirTagging Bart and having him travel through time

- Filling Jason's grave with different kinds of sand to make sedimentary rock

- BatGPT, an AI trained on confidential case files

- Traveling across universes to introduce an orphaned child Bruce to a childless Thomas and Martha

- Cloning everyone, including himself, to run simulations of every possible social situation

- Stanford Prison Experiment with Arkham inmates

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So um... I pulled an all nighter to draw this one picture of Jason and Roy. I was really loving the way it was turning out. I even took screenshots to safekeep. Little did I know... I was halfway done with drawing Roy , but the next day when I checked my sketchbook app, everything had disappeared. I was left with only the initial rough sketch. I wanted to cry, SO BAD. But me being me spend the whole day staring ahed into void, absolutely no thoughts running through my mind. I WAS DEVASTATED.

Now all I'm left with is this one screenshot (the fact that i spend an entire night drawing this with my finger...only for it to be gone like that...) :

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Clark watched Bruce warily as he experimented with the string between them. Bruce had long ignored the red string of fate that connected them, but he could no longer avoid it after Clark had used it to stop him from storming out of a heated argument. Although only Bruce could see the string, Clark always felt its undeniable presence.

Recently, Bruce had begun to find practical uses for their bond. He usually used it as a communicator, tugging at the string whenever he needed Superman’s assistance.

Despite their growing reliance on this bond, neither really talked about the emotional weight of their connection. Bruce never initiated the conversation, and Clark hesitated to push the subject, especially when Bruce had only recently acknowledged the string's existence.

Clark had always assumed that Bruce saw their bond as more of an inconvenience until one day, Clark suddenly found himself able to see their string.

To his shock, it wasn’t the red he had expected—it was black. Traditionally, red strings of fate would turn black when a relationship was filled with rage and contempt. Bruce had been distancing himself because he thought Clark harbored resentment toward him.

But as Clark examined the string more closely, he realized something Bruce hadn’t seen. Their string wasn’t truly black—it was the deepest shade of red, signifying a mutual love that had matured and strengthened over time. Its color was so saturated that it appeared black to the naked eye.

What Bruce mistook for hatred was, in fact, a love so strong that its depth had been misinterpreted.

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Do the bat's know about the All-Blades? Cuz if not, Jason has an opportunity to do the funniest thing

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Damian😭

was suddenly overcome with the inexplicable urge to draw jason fishing