#anyhoo.

[sincerely-sofie]

Working on ironing out a design for Lace before she goes on her life-changing road trip with Hornet post-Skong and starts experimenting with her appearance. I’m drawing from that one harlequin storytelling archetype and those collectible porcelain jester dolls. My 1000-year-old tweenager murder clown…….. I’m thinking Phantom will get a pierott + mime motif in turn, at least before getting figuratively and literally cut off by Grand Mother Silk

[once-more-with-anxiety]

"I asked chatgpt" okay well I asked the inescapable and inevitable embrace of death?? and it said it's coming for you next????

[pineappical]

GANDALF THE SLAY ! ! !

[mycroftrh]

I’m always rather disconcerted when I see AUs with an adult civilian Tim (in a canon-adjacent setting) because I’m going to be honest I don’t… I don’t think he would live to adulthood, or at least not in any functional form, without being a superhero. I get the attraction of seeing his tragedy as being that he was the one who didn’t have to be a superhero, who made himself into one for others even though by all rights he should have just had a normal life.

But that’s like… that’s not the Tim we see, really, I think, pre-Robin. (Let alone during forced breaks from Robin.) I think Tim’s tragedy is the opposite: he was just as destined to be a hero as anyone else in the Family; he could never have lived a normal life and truly been living in it; but because of his circumstances he had to claw his way toward his destiny himself instead of it falling in his lap.

And he absolutely does not realize that at first, not for a long time, maybe not even ever; at the beginning he thinks Dick should go deal with Bruce, he never went to Batman intending to be Robin. But the fact is that he always had to be, he never could have lived without it, he needed Robin as much as Batman did. It just took a more roundabout route to make that clear for him than for the others.

[yourinfernaimajesty]

Grief is a beautiful feeling. While maybe not to feel itself, if you think about it, Grief is just love. You simply love that person so much that it hurts when they’re gone.

[ppoppozz]

[orangesand-lemons-234]

[hold-him-down]

"He'd had a bad day and just needed something to make him feel better."

(for the five sentence prompt thingy for belleview)

from this ask game

“He had a bad night,” one of the volunteer nurses is telling Lincoln, “and he just needed something to make him feel a little better.”

Lincoln stands with the volunteer outside the door to River’s room. The muscles in his jaw ache from how hard he bites down, but he’s careful to keep his temper in check.

“Come on, Doc,” the volunteer is saying. River’s hands cover his face, and his body, now absent the typical barely-contained aggression, shakes with every deep, even breath he draws. He finally sleeps, over forty-eight hours after Lincoln took over this site, but it’s at a cost.

Lincoln rolls his shoulders to forcibly release some of the tension he’s holding as the nurse reviews the overnight attending’s orders. This is already done, Lincoln reminds himself. And there’s a part of him, a part of him that he’s learning to despise, that thinks maybe the attending made the right call.