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LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO CUTEE
I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.
It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.
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Tim has noticed something odd, about the Demon Brat.
Sometimes, the Demon Brat would look to his left, as if to start a conversation, or as if anticipating someone saying something, only to freeze. Just for a moment, a half second, because nobody was there, before looking away with painful expression.
Months later, Tim decided to stand there, just to see what would happen. The brat didn’t look at him once, and Tim found that curious, and odd.
Another odd thing about his new, murderous brother, is that he refuses to look into the mirror. That’s not true, exactly: he would look in the mirror for basics, for necessities.
Tim realized, months of observations later, that the brat didn’t look himself in the eyes.
Strange.
Tim had asked him, once, why he didn’t. As expected, all he got was a “It’s none of your business Drake.”
But that didn’t stop Tim from wondering. Tim is, if nothing else, curious to a fault and persistent to an illegal degree.
And so the strangeness would continue, and Tim would wonder.
The brat would look to his left, pause, and then look away. He would deftly avoid mirrors, and when asked why he would sneer and avoid those questions, too.
Until he didn’t.
Until he came back to the Cave battered and beaten, some dreary autumn day, the Demon Brat unusually sullen and quiet and off his game. He had sat through the lecture Bruce had given him, and sat through the quiet reaching out from Dick, and sat through the cajoling teasing meant to rile him up, to get him to say or do anything per the norm, with an unusual aplomb.
The brat apologized, said he was fine, and ignored the rest. He told Bruce he wouldn’t patrol tomorrow, and would stay home from school, because clearly he wasn’t feeling well.
It was like Damian wasn’t there, fully.
So when Tim saw that the brat’s door was open, the next day, he peeked in.
Of course he did.
And there the brat was, sitting in front of the full length mirror he usually had covered with a cloth when it wasn’t in use, reaching up and staring directly into his own reflection’s eyes.
“Demon Brat?” Tim asked, stepping in and concerned about the look in the other’s face. There was no answer.
“Damian. What’s wrong.” Tim stood behind the boy, watching as Damian touched the corner of his own reflection’s eye.
“The color’s wrong, Drake.” Damian finally said, matter of fact and almost broken, absent-minded.
“What?” Tim asked, trying to see what he was talking about. Nothing was wrong, nothing was changed. Damian met his eyes through the mirror for a long moment, but Tim didn’t understand.
“The color.” Damian reiterated, looking at his own reflection again.
“The color? Of what?” Tim and Damian were never close, not really, but he was starting to feel like something was slipping away, in this moment. Damian dropped his hand, and finally looked away.
Without answering, the boy got up and carefully draped a cloth over the mirror, ushering Tim out of his room silent as the dead.
“Leave me be for today, Drake.” Tim reached, opened his mouth to try and say something, because something was wrong, but what?
But Damian simply shut the door softly.
The sound of the lock engaging felt strangely, and utterly, final in a Manor full of lockpicking detectives.
Tim laid a hand on the door, and mourned.
happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.
So about that new Critical Role episode-
So uh, the new Dream SMP development.
-No context spoilers-
*Someone gets hurt reprise plays ominously in the background*
-Spoilers in context-
Tommy and Wilbur in exile side by side once again.
Tommy is a parallel of Alive!Wilbur.
Dream is reprising his role as a manipulative tyrant. Tommy seems to be on the path of Alive!Wilbur. Ghostbur is the wide-eyed and he’s trying his best to help and protect Tommy. Tubbo is trying to do what’s best for their people and their country.
Philza is supporting Techno, he’s the only on not treating Techno like a monster. Antarctic Empire’s return?
At the end of it all, I’m in pain.
Animashun is my passhun
doobles below ü
∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
He didn't like pain
which aesthetic™ colour are you?
tangerine
You, frankly, are a goddamn delight. You bring light with you wherever you go, and whether you're aware of it or not, you're the life of the party. Despite your flamboyant nature, you're surprisingly soft. You give the sweetest gifts, and are probably the best amateur masseuse of your friend group. Those closest to you see this softness, and love you for it. Remember this when you are called "too much": there is no such thing as too much of you. People who say those things are just too small to have the space for your light. Don't tone it down, just find people who will treasure every piece of you.
you know when hobi ᵗᶦⁿʸ
Chopper and Zoro’s cool earrings 🌸💖
My piece for @opchopperzine !! Had a lot of fun working on it, leftovers are currently open!!
Happy Birthday Bucciarati!!! flower meanings: Mista = Delphinium (levity, fun, generosity, ardent attachment, joy) Narancia = Sunflower (pure and lofty thoughts, adoration, loyalty) Abbacchio = Lavender (happiness, love, devotion, peace, distrust) Giorno = Lotus (purity, rebirth) Fugo = Yellow Rose (friendship, apology, intense emotion) Trish = White Tulip (remembrance, worthiness, sincerity, apology)
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Go tell your faves you appreciate their work. No matter how popular they are. Do it on anon if you must! <33 (turning this into a inbox thingy lol)
Awww!!! This is so sweet!! Thank you, anon! <3
i’m not that kinda guy. atsumu had told himself that. and a lot more so recently.
all of this shit was his brother, wasn’t it? showing up for a first date with flowers, meeting your parents at the door and introducing himself like he was worth something, holding your hand as though you wouldn’t let him crash and burn the second you got whatever it was you wanted from him.
he also says he’s not the type to be insecure. that may be a lie as well.
“atsumu?” you asked.
his eyes snapped up to meet yours. you tilted your head a little, confusion written on your face and in your eyes. atsumu was never this nervous looking, not unless he has a reason.
“whats wrong with you? you’ve been weird since yesterday.”
then his eyes broke away from yours and returned to the floor. he didn’t respond right away. for a moment, you wondered if you shouldn’t have asked him, but then he sighed and answered you.
“aren’t you done yet?”
“...what are you taking about, tsumu?”
“our... our relationship. no one stays this long.” he was content with living out a day dream for a while, letting himself believe he’d gotten something good.
but there’s a point when he knows he’ll he ripped apart if you leave, and he fears (rather, he knows) he’s long since passed that point. the only thing he could do now was cut the rope before it got any tighter.
“oh.” you mumble, slouching a little. he can hear the sadness in the one word and he finally looks up at you again. “if you don’t want me t-”
“hey, hey, no. never said that. but aren’t you... i don’t know, haven’t you gotten what you need from me by now?”
so thats what this is about, you thought. osamu had mentioned it before, that he was worried about you leaving.
“yes.” you say simply. you swear you can see his heart stop in his chest, see the world crash down around him just from the fear in his eyes. “but i still need it, always will. no one else is gonna love me like you do.”
you watched his eyes soften. he moved to crawl across the couch, his arms wrapping around you and his head resting on your tummy.
“i don’t think anyone can love you more than i do.”
the first people to ever use terms of endearment for each other must have been so in love i'm in tears just thinking about it
