#wip tag ask

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Any thoughts/comments to share on your 'Post S1 Loki crying sex' idea you have listed in your WIPs? I'm always a sucker for emotions running high while in the act 🥰😂

Yeah, I'm a sucker for Loki crying and Mobius taking care of them. In this one, Loki ends up with TVA-present Mobius after getting pushed through a timedoor from the citadel. There's an established relationship between them, even if Loki hasn't figured it all out yet. Maybe they will during this fic.

Anyway, the opening snippet for you, which doesn't have any sexual content in it, unless you count my very obvious dacryphilia I've passed onto Mobius 😅. They/them pronouns for Loki.

"She sent me away," Loki snivelled, head bent over as they sat on the edge of Mobius' bed. Tears flowed down their face, their chest heaving. They rubbed at their wet cheeks with the palms of their hands. "I know," Mobius said, climbing onto the bed behind them. It creaked with each movement. "I know." He sat on his knees, spread wide to slot himself at Loki's back. His hands wrapped around their collarbone, not bothered by how dirty they were. It felt safe to let go with him. Their friend, the one who was here at the end while everything was falling apart. Tilting their head back, Loki leaned against Mobius' shoulder and stared up into those blue eyes, taking a shuddering breath. Those eyes shone bright, glassy like their own but filled with a kindness they didn't deserve. How they ached for love. Deep inside, they wanted to be worthy, to be wanted. Mobius leaned down and pressed a kiss against their forehead. Loki felt their eyes flutter at the sensation, heard themself taking a sharp inhale. "You don't need to," Loki said, re-opening their eyes to look at him. "I know," Mobius repeated, kissing down their face, along their neck. His hands came up and cradled Loki's head. "I don't…" "Ssssh," Mobius soothed. "It's okay. I know." Perhaps he did. Loki didn't. They had failed at everything they'd ever done. Failed to outshine their brother, to get their father's love. Failed to stop Sylvie killing He Who Remains. There should be nothing left for them, except here was Mobius, a man they thought they would never see again. But nothing had gone like they'd expected. And their friend was showing them affection. They let Mobius move their face to the side, then felt his lips against theirs. They were soft and gentle. Tender, like he thought Loki was fragile. Which is exactly how they felt.

#loki series #lokius #loki #mobius #loki x mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki show #loki tv #lokius fic #wowki #time husbands #time frost #my wips #wip tag ask

[ambiguouspenny]

the crashed camaro?! Not the precious car!!! pls tell me more 🙏🏽

oh gosh that's probably the least baked one there is!!! ( I love that car, I am notably always saying "can we have more of Carlos and the Camaro." )The idea is just bare bones right now, and more of something I think I could fit some un-homed ramblings into than anything else.

The general gist when I wrote it down was TK called to the scene of his husband's crashed car and the general emotions and events that would follow regardless of who may or may not be driving the car. I can't confirm or deny where it would go or what it would lead to at this point!

#wip tag ask

[usernoneexistent]

WIP tag game ask - here is yours ^^

Tell me whatever you wanna share about wth is going on "underneath the greenhouse,"please? <3

Thanks for the ask. It's my origin story for Eulin, an underappreciated ship caused by me. Also the one series of stories that has the most chapters written so far. It's also starts the earliest in the chronology I have for the AHoS. It's a whole lovely organised mess.

Also the first where I included some characters from the Hogwarts Legacy game despite never have played it XD. It's also to help explore their personalities and character growth since I do deem them as my quietest and perhaps less problamatic characters but throughout it they have grown and opened up their personalities a lot more both in expected and unexpected ways and taken me somewhere I hadn't really planned for. There is a lot of work I need to put into it but that's for any of my stories.

#WIP tag ask #underneath the greenhouse #answering an ask #eulin #colin moss #euphemia macnair

[boo-gutzz]

i think we should all be nicer to jimmy

No

Anvil him

#life series #jimmy solidarity #this is /j u r right anon but i had a silly vision #art tag #art #digital art #doodle #sketch #wip #asks

[kyannnite]

murderous tendencies be damned my boy can work a violin

#aka finished that erik wip today #you may ask. kaya why do you use the same color pallet for everything. and i will reply with: because i like it and i can #are the squiggles sound or are they secondary structure proteins the world will never know #this is what i get for coloring during cell and molecular bio #phantom of the opera #poto #erik phantom of the opera #erik poto #erik the phantom #phantom of the opera art #my art tag

[ominouspuff]

ooooh can i see something from "the one about gentleness"?

This one is a large/ambitious image, but here is a section. The idea behind it is “gentleness is a choice” — a major hc of mine for Cody in the RepGA fix-it AU, right alongside the “Cody as a military prodigy that could be (and occasionally is) terrifying”.

@lunaemoth @thepatchycat, since you wanted to see this one too (I’ll also address your second choice options, just wanted to include you here as well.)

#artists on tumblr #fan art #star wars fanart #star wars: the clone wars #commander cody #wip tag game #wip art #OmPu ask hours #Repurposing GAR Armor AU #fix it au

[galaxygermdraws]

Some S10 doodle dumps. Just some miscellaneous doodles then an in depth of how I've designed a Cyberpunk Impulse (plus a bonus Bdubs). I've been having way too much fun.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyuuuuu)

#hermitcraft #skizzleman #impulsesv #geminitay #iskall85 #grian #tangotek #pearlescentmoon #bdoubleo100 #ask to tag #germdraws #germ draws #hermitcraft spoilers #hermitcraft season 10 #the iskall one is specifically a reference to when skizz put down the lapis #i know the impulse design is gonna become outdated very soon and im accepting that now. he can go with my cherry blossom impulse. they can #be together in my wips forever #also if u get the circuitry patterns on impulses face #if you get where i got that from #thanks for clocking me

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of something you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

#thank you 🌺 anon my beloved….. i am kissing your beautiful brain #😭😭😭😭 now i kinda wanna write this oh no #my anons keep making my wip list longer this isn’t fair T—T #(i love you all very much) #NO BUT THIS IS SO BIGBRAINED IT’S INSANE #fashion designer!sugu the loml…. model!satoru just feels so natural too #i think they’re both very mature!!!!!!! #there are some aus where i think satoru would lean towards his more bratty hs self #but here i feel like he’s similar to the way he is in canon :3 just. silly and goofy and passionate abt what he does #AND very fond of youth. of people with lofty goals and dreams and starlight in their eyes #(<- has gotten carried away) #YOU GET IT THOUGH i know you’ll see the vision 🌺 anon 🫂🫂🫂 we’re holding hands #i need them both #need suguru to buy me expensive coffee while satoru feeds me pieces of a pastry #for some reason i keep thinking of coffee breaks i might. just be hungry 😭😭😭 #ask tag ✩ #🌺 anon !! ✩ #geto x reader #gojo x reader #stsg x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

[crunchchute]

Shotgun wedding

Inspo from a Mac Conner artwork; uncropped under the cut - slight blood cw

#crunchchute art #my art #sam and max #productive procrastination in the form of sammymack wedding photos? #sams fine its just uhhh its spilled wine or something #i have a huge wip for these two which i dont know how to continue with and i also thought about another thing that i would like to try but #i ended up doing this instead #blood #cw blood #cw guns #ask to tag #theres so much clutter at the end i wasnt even sure what im drawing anymore. need to go back to simpler stuff cause my brain cant do frills #and folds and dresses in general

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

For the WIP game I'd love to hear about your post s2 scenario and the Binding of Loki! 👀💖

Thanks for the ask, bestie. 😘

Post S2 will see Mobius realise he never got a chance to properly talk ~~and kiss~~ Loki. And while he doesn't want to change the past, he does want to grab some of Loki's time. But it's not going to be easy.

I posted the opening snippet for Post S2 last week. Here's a following bit.

The mud squelched as Mobius stepped out into the little lane in Chicago, 1893. It was dark, as it had been when he and Loki had run through the streets looking for Victor. That moment felt like an eternity away, and despite his attempts to distract them both from the mission with various treats from the era, they hadn’t had time to talk. He had been building up to taking Loki on a hot air balloon, giving them the space to breathe. They never had a chance, not really. His past self was too busy numbing and ignoring what was happening around him. It was just too horrific to look at his life, to know his existence at the TVA was a lie. Now, he knew different. He looked up the lane, recognising the whir of a bicycle passing. It won’t be long now until his past self and Loki separate, chasing after the man they needed to open the blast doors. The folly of it should make Mobius laugh. Instead, he walked a little down the lane until he found a small alcove. It was almost pitch black in this space, but he closed his eyes and listened. Loki was fast. They could run like the wind. He had to make this count. His heart pounded in his chest, distracting him. His palms were sweaty. There was a distant sound of feet scuffling as Victor and Ravonna started running. In his mind, Mobius saw his past self run one way, and Loki coming down this very lane he was standing in. He took a deep breath and braced himself. One, two… Mobius stepped out, his fingers brushing over Loki's jacket. It tingled and scratched at his calloused fingertips, and he stared at them for a second, before sighing at the disappearing figure. He'd held back too long. He needed to go back earlier.

The Binding of Loki is a kind of fix it. I'm a mythology nerd, so I thought of an alternative timeline Mobius/Don getting caught up in a storm in Norway and discovering Loki bound in a cave.

Because he is essentially a Sigyn variant in my head, Mobius will stop the poison dripping down onto Loki, and will cut them loose. Loki will slide off the rock to the ground and Mobius will light a fire and they'll cuddle for warmth.

Then, there be some revelations, Loki talking about how this Mobius looks so like him. Mobius asks where the other him is, and Loki listens and says: "Only a few timelines over."

Mobius continues to care for Loki, convinced Loki might leave him here but he can't do anything else. The god is ill.

But after 24 hours, maybe longer, Loki is strong enough and teleports them both back to where Mobius was staying.

There's a handshake that turns into a hug, and finishes with alt-Mobius telling Loki to go get Mobius.

Then, Loki disappears, and Mobius sighs.

But we switch to Loki’s POV, appearing beside Mobius after he says, "Let time pass."

"With me?" Loki will ask.

And then they start living a life together

I have no snippet for this one yet but hopefully the idea is interesting.

#lokius #loki series #loki #mobius #loki x mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki show #loki tv #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #for anyone who hasn't yet watched the show #wowki #time husbands #time frost #my wips #wip tag game #wip tag ask

[ambiguouspenny]

I would love to hear about see a friend see a ghost or the hearing loss fic. whichever one you'd like. (or both, both is good :D )

Hello! I can do both!

see a friend (see a ghost) is my baby. We call her "Hellfic" and not for no reason. I have the first chapter completed and I have a lot of accompanying art planned to go with it. I am withholding a lot of details for now until I can get my first chapter up, but I want to have another chapter or two under my belt before I post it. It's a canon divergence au, and what I can say is that whenever I'm working on it I just think "I'm going to need folks to hold onto that 'angst with a happy ending' tag for dear life, and just trust me"

the-TK-hearing-loss-fic is the first idea I had come to mind when I walked into this fandom and found we had a boy out here always getting concussed. I wanted to tackle the idea of what developing a sensory disability would mean for TK and those around him in his line of work and what all of that would mean for his sense of self and his relationships.

I put this on pause because see a friend (see a ghost) came to me one night fully formed and I had to dive into it and because I want to make sure I'm taking this subject really seriously and there's a lot of research that needs to happen to allow me to do that.

I do have a small little tester snippet of it though that I will leave below, it's not a perfect representation of what I think the fic will become so proceed with care and caution. I'm always open to feedback on the subject also!

Disclaimer: This may contain some medical inaccuracies, as this is the idea in its infancy. The first word Carlos learns to sign for TK is “soulmate.” It was early on, a week or so after they’d sat next to each other in the audiologist’s office as they were told how things would go as TK lost his hearing. It would happen slowly at first, and then all at once it would be gone. It was a weird thing, to receive such a terminal prognosis for something other than dying.

TK was at home. He’d taken a few days of leave to try and situate himself with this new reality. He was also trying to get used to the hearing aids. They wouldn’t work forever, the doctor had said, sitting across from TK and Carlos, demonstrating how to turn them on and increase the volume and where to change their batteries. They wouldn’t work forever, but they’d prolong the inevitable for just a little while longer.

He’d removed them, shutting them off and placing them back into the tiny plastic case by the time Carlos came home. He didn’t hear the clunk of the deadbolt or the roll of the door as it opened, so he’d startled when Carlos came around the corner, setting an arm full of groceries on the counter.

“Hi— Baby.” TK says, hoping not to trigger any alarms of concern from Carlos. It doesn’t work.

“Shit, why aren’t you wearing your hearing aids TK?” TK makes out Carlos asking as he walks from the kitchen to the couch, abandoning the groceries.

“They give me a headache.” It’s not a lie. But the truth is that TK just wants to go back, wants things to just be normal for a little while longer. Carlos gives him a knowing look, because of course he knows, but he doesn’t question it, doesn’t push or insist that TK take an ibuprofen and keep on trying to adjust to this new scary thing in their lives.

Instead Carlos sits down in front of TK and grins. “I learned something today!” He says, and TK can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at him, making sure his face is clear and visible enough for TK to read his lips if he needs to.

“What did you learn today baby?” TK asks him and he can’t shake the smile that builds up in his chest and shows up written across his face. Because everything sucks right now but Carlos is looking at him like he loves him, and like he’s not broken. TK watches as Carlos sits back just a little bit and can tell by the way Carlos situates himself and his hands that he’s getting ready to show him something in sign language.

Carlos had started studying ASL immediately after their appointment. TK had been avoiding it. Now he tries to ignore the sting in the back of his throat that makes him want to scream. This is what their future looked like, it was not what he’d imagined for them. But here was Carlos, a week into the rest of their lives, already learning a new language just for him.

TK watches the flurry of Carlos’ hands. Carlos is careful with each gesture, each placement of his fingers handled like something delicate. When he’s finished, he sits back and looks at TK, waiting for a response and it takes a moment but when TK realizes what Carlos is waiting for he bursts into a giggling fit, burring his face against Carlos’ chest.

“What’s so funny??” Carlos asks, and its almost clear because of how close his mouth is to TK’s ear.

TK sits up, “baby, I don’t know what that means yet. You have to tell me!” And then they are both cracked apart with laughter and TK thinks about how normal it feels and tries not to get stuck there. “Show me again!”

With same the careful handling of each movement, Carlos starts again, this time he speaks each word out loud with it’s accompanying gesture:

“You” “Are” “My” “Soulmate.”

#wip tag ask #hellfic name reveal

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc fanfic #wip game #thanks for the ask <3 and thanks for helping me remember this fic lol #also huge thanks for having the prompt linked because i have S O M A N Y prompt wips that i can't ever post because i've lost the post #didn't really know how to get danny to calm down #that's a lie #i have a few ideas of where this can go but no motivation for it - not against all the other wips #i'll keep at it and ig post to ao3 should it actually start looking alright #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #dudes did u kno u can pin shit to your clipboard on desktop because i fucking love that #also if you use the windows key + . there's like emojis and shit #(((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ))) #<- and kaomoji too!!!!! #anyway that's been fun facts and fanfic with me. ur welcome #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #at some point 'oh shit my writing tag' will just become my writing tag #anyway thank you again for the ask #good night everyone!!!!!

[boo-gutzz]

favourite moment from the Season1 PoV you watched? :D

Whatever this bit was lmao

#empires s1 #empires smp #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #art tag #art #digital art #doodle #sketch #wip #asks

[chiricat]

cosplay

#akitoya #aoyagi touya #shinonome akito #vbs #vivid bad squad #colorful stage #prsk fa #prsk #project sekai #cat’s art #p4 #persona 4 #not going to tag as souyo but it is. in spirit. they are souyo next gen #akito says yes because toya asked. akito does not want to style his hair like yosuke because he’s a ‘pathetic loserboy’ #i have like 5 wips that are all equal levels of unfinished because the art is not arting today #it still isn’t! stressing out about leveling up my artwork again but exponentially worse than two weeks ago #i love overthinking!!! NOT #anyways arent they so cute with glasses

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if you’re still taking requests - maybe some timkon hurt/comfort? i love your art!

anon please know that im suffering over here

#posting this to keep myself accountable and FINISH IT #thank you for the ask! <3 #timkon #wips #art tag

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some simple ref sheets for a "6 Years Later" AU i started working on a good long while back

the concept of jr counselor max is so important to me i have so many thoughts on this

#oooo you wanna ask me about this AU oooo u wanna ask me about it soooo baaaad #camp camp #camp camp david #camp camp max #camp camp gwen #rooster teeth #nudel draws stuff #i started working on this waaaay before s5 was ever even announced so. im ignoring the changes from that one #Camp Counselor Max AU #<- tag for it bc i have more art in my WIPs i wanna finish #dont tag as ship please and thank u :)