#mwehehehhe

[alexinarcadia]

[crystalline-cheeto]

*says something really cool*

[xfriki26]

Round 4 of Artfight!

Lollita and Skye belong to @r1bbonsandb0ws Aster belongs to @onitram008 Milo belongs to @skeletal-jig Jinx belongs to @lynniezdoodles

[sassyswapsans]

hullo swap, how’s your day?

My day has been magnificent so far!! How has yours been, Outer?

[i-suc-at-art]

DcxDp prompt 6

Inspired by @silk-scarlet-ribbons’s fic Wither on the shore, Cw: discription of death and murder (not super graphic but yknow thought i might say anyway just in case)

Tim killed his father. There’s no denying it,

“Tim Drake is a murderer.”

Is all that repeats in his mind, the news articles with pictures of the scene, the news articles with pictures of him in handcuffs being taken in by Dick-

He isn’t quite sure how long he’s been sitting under his father’s desk, the concussion probably doesn’t help with that. Tim feels the vibration of the footsteps before he hears them ears still ringing.

“Your time is up.” A voice says or at least he’s pretty sure that’s what they say. The sound echos off the walls like he’s already in a jail cell. Maybe he was. “May your soul be damned to hell for eternity.”

That’s when Tim hears something he isn’t expecting. His.. Father.

“No.. No- Please.. I- I was a good man-” Tim had never heard his father beg but he was sure it was his voice. Tim manages to crawl out from under the desk and see what was going on. First he saw his father’s corpse covered in his own blood. Tim’s blood was on his knuckles. He looked up at the almost blinding light to see his father. Standing- He’s almost.. transparent Tim can’t pry his eyes away from the being next to him though. He’s floating in front of his father, a hand pointed at him, a bright green ring a blaring contrast to his black gloved hand. He’s in a robe, but his hood is off and there’s a midnight black crown atop his head, it was a deep contrast to his white, colorless hair. It floated around his head and shoulders like it defied the laws of gravity.

“I sincerely doubt that.”

With a green flash the ghost of his father is gone leaving this Grim Reaper and Tim alone the room is cold. Tim feels his chest tighten and his heart pound in his ears. God, why can’t he just breathe?

[usurper-of-heavens]

Where did Jamils PJs go??

Oh!

Azujami is real btw

[gyu-tori]

what do we think about gruesome... gorey.... dark fics?

[dawn-of-fawn]

next task I shall tackle is drawing BuckShot yumechildren mwehehehhee

did some brainstormimg in picrew and.... mewheheheheh

mwehehehhehew

gonna be using my old friend The Symmetry Tool for this one cus I miss her and her convenience.....