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[ciricearts]

ohh so scaryyy!!

[ciricearts]

she’s so beautiful with her curls!

[inksilvery]

Steph portrait in your timeline

[zzenntsu]

atsv au!!!

[karyotatsumi]

[ashoss]

i miss my father and daughter

[insomniaclebian]

Navia being in almost every Story Quest of Fontaine will never not be funny. Why do I every few quests just hear: "It's Navia, it's been a while "

No Paimon, it was not. We are making a detour to Escoffier's quest because we can't continue Navia's, which we need to finish Neuvillette's. And she has been in all of them.

Not that I am mad, she is my second favourite of that nation, but hearing it every half an hour is so funny.

[insomniaclebian]

I absolutely hate Davalin, he is the most annoying weekly boss! He isn't even strong, you can just one shot it but I can't use my ult most of the time because I keep falling! WHO THOUGH OF THAT!

Which genius went: I wonDeR HoW I cAN MakE ThiS morE PaInFUl?

If I find this person!

[insomniaclebian]

The way I fucking hate fucking AI! Why was I listening to Spotify (I am trying to find a replacement) and this bitch suggested an AI made song? What did I DO?!

Why are people so fucking uncreative that they put themselves so low, why are we losing the creativity? Why is it fucking everywhere?! The art? ARTISTS GET ACCUSED OF AI ALL THE FUCKING TIME! There isn't a day where I don't scroll past art and there isn't one comment about AI, whenever it's "it's AI" or "AI could do better", like go fuck yourself. And don't get me started on how shit the AI looks. A Soulless piece of nothing–I can't even waste on curses because at least the curses were made by humans.

And I wasn't naïve, I knew it would be sooner or later that crap would attack another of my senses, but I wasn't expecting it to ruin my year this fucking soon.

I can't wait for the AI bubble to burst, I want to see the faces of people when they realise how fucked up they are, I want to see their faces when they realize there isn't a single though in their head besides the fucking AI prompt shit. I can't wait for them to see they are completely lost in life.

[thisishamlart2b]

So you mean the entire show was baiting a queer relationship with so much chemistry, deliberately placed symbolism, parallels, only for one half of that relationship ending up fated to spend the rest of his life grieving a magical girl who needlessly sacrificed herself after a life of trauma and suffering, the canonically gay character end up with a random guy we’re never introduced to, the entire group gets split up to live their seperate lives only to meet up every so often to reminisce over their pasts and their shallow futures, and there are countless plot holes that are never addressed and will never be touched on again? Wow, I’ve never seen that before!!

[atla-what-is-this-site]

sometimes a family is you, your older brother, your esteemed rival, his best friend, your older brother's friend's little sister, a fuckass alien princess, your mom who went missing when you were born, your boss, another fuckass alien and your gay vodka uncle.

[robs-your-robins]

I was thinking about the way that some of the Bats and Robins end up being chosen by organisations outside of the Bat Family and I had this image of Bruce having to chase them off because those are his babies.

Sleeping eight year old Dick in his Superman jammies almost gets snatched by a Talon because the Court of Owls need a replacement but Bruce chases the Talon out with a broom. He doesn't know what the fuck it is yet but he's not about to let some goggle-wearing motherfuckers steal his baby.

Two Face trying to sneak Jason out of the house, along with a suitcase with the kid on his hip because it's his fucking weekend. But Bruce Walk 'em Down Wayne is there at the front door with a shotgun.

Tim asleep at his desk in his room and Ra's al Ghul is sneaking up behind him like a pantomime character, motioning the audience not to give him away but yup, there's Bruce right behind him with a baseball bat.

Lady Shiva trying to stalk Cass through the city, to take her and let her realize her true potential. Oh, here comes Wayne with a fucking chair with the strength of a thousand mothers to protect his baby.

Damian dozing by the fire on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, with Alfred the Cat curled up on his chest. Deathstroke emerges from the shadows, attempting to yoink this little pretender and... The lamp clicks on. Damian wakes up that morning to find Bruce cementing a few floor on the garage.

[escapinggrealityy13]

I wish people would delve into the fact that Bruce legit lost his son.

Losing a child is one of the worst things that can happen to a parent, but when it comes to Bruce, it’s like people really gloss over it.

It’s more than just him thinking he failed Jason. What about the nauseating knowledge of how painful his death must have been? What about the pain of being so close to saving him, but so far? What about the fact he carried his child’s bloody body? What about how quiet the manor must have felt afterwards?

What about how much he misses him?

[tienwashere]

I know how to draw two things no. 1 is gay men in zero gravity situations and the other is the sky

[bianc0re]

One day i'm gonna grow wings again

[oneswordstyle]

Sit in your parent’s lap like you did when you were a kid

[insomniaclebian]

I am not crying you are

[lialcross]

Damian is an artist.

Damian being an artist is so dear to me in many ways, he can use this creative outlet to show how he views things, people, himself in such a deeply vulnerable way without having to say it.

Give me a Damian who paints his family portraits for their birthdays or just for himself, give me Wayne brothers each painted in Damian's style but distinctly different from each other. Different elements are highlighted for each person.

Give me Dick painted in chunky, light strokes reminiscent to van Gogh.

Give me Bruce painted in colors just off from being black and white.

Give me Jason so desaturated or monotoned that when Damian uses color for his eyes they almost glow green against everything.

Give me Cass unshaded and abstract.

Give me Duke painted in the brightest of bright colors against the darkest of shadows, bonus points if glow-in-the-dark paints were used.

But Tim? Tim has always been terribly difficult to draw, Damian just can't get his face right.

He won't let Tim best him in this way, it's unacceptable, but Damian will not let anyone see his artwork not at it's best. He does everything he can just not to draw Tim's face—his favorite is to spiral Tim's face, maybe he'll leave an eye or paint whatever flower he thinks best represents his brother that day right in the middle.

And Tim just loves it.

The first time Damian painted Tim and gave him the piece, he was uncertain of how it'd be received though he'd deny this with every breath in his lungs. He was prepared for Tim to hate it, to get angry that he distorted his face in such a way—and he could see the same thoughts on the faces of everyone who saw Damian present it to Tim. Why wouldn't he hate it? It'd be disrespectful to anyone, especially if the artist and the muse had such a disastrous relationship. He couldn't be blamed, but Damian was prepared to blame him regardless.

Tim was silent for what felt like hours when he laid eyes on the portrait Damian had painted of him. He hadn't expected any portrait Damian painted of him, if he ever painted one of Tim at all, to make him feel so... seen? Understood? Viewed in a way Tim could have never described?

If Tim cried? That's none of your business.