#don't have the energy to finish this

[thecircleisoverparty]

No wonder A.S. got lost in this place, I thought. Rooms within rooms within rooms.

Don't go there, you've gotten yourself out, with and without help. You have been fine. You will be fine.

The door to the next room opened. 

A dagger to my throat met me there. 

"Who are you?" The holder said. "Are you with The Circle? Have they employed you to come get me?"

What's wrong with her? "Well, the first answer is Kieran Smith. As for the other two, I know of The Circle but I would personally rather die than be employed by them."

She lowered the dagger. 

"Good." She half grunted. "For now."

So she doesn't trust me. It's fair. 

"Sit down," she said. "I don't know how many rooms you've been in but take a break."

"Probably the same amount as you, telling by how you're acting."

"Do you have experience?"

"I have enough. At least enough to notice some symptoms."

She stayed quiet after that. 

Maybe she’s processing all I’ve said. It's not like I didn’t just dump another problem onto her.

“Then why are you here?” she finally said. “Here in these rooms? What would drive you to stay?”

“I’m just here to revisit. Gather a few of my old friend’s notes that I haven’t yet, keep myself sharp. Besides, assuming we are both from the same period, I’m starting to find the outside bland. Everything’s predictable but challenging. ‘Tune the room to find the glyph, tune the glyph to find the door’, that’s what my friend wrote.”

“I think I’ve read that note. AS, was he?”

“Yes. As stubborn as he was, he was a good person.”

She stared at me. “You miss him.”

I nodded.

She smiled. “That makes two of us.”

“Who did the Null take from you?”

“My husband was employed by the Circle, and they fed him to it.”

“Hence the questions and the dagger?”

“Hence the questions.”

I stood up. The restlessness started to kick in. “How far did you get?”

“You’re that quick to move on?” She said, “Besides, I haven’t started.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. Why wouldn’t you start figuring out the puzzles?

Fortunately, muscle memory had helped.

"You really have been here before then,” she said.

“Would I really lie about this?”

“You might.”

“Then are you going to help me?”

We progressed through a number of rooms before I had enough control over my sample of Null.

“Are you doing well?” I asked her.

“As well as I will ever be.”

“Good, because I can get you out now.”

She stopped.

“You can do that?”

I nodded. “Just needed the strength to.”

I wrestled with the next door to get me to the cog room.

Always this hard to work with, aren't you.

She put one of my arms over her shoulders. “Come on. Don’t collapse on me now.”

“‘M not..”

“You’re about to.”

She leaned me against the central font.

“Thanks,” I groaned. “Now where do you want to go out there?”

She was busy looking over the edge at all of the machinery. “What is this place?”

“The cog room. From what I’ve seen, this is the heart of it all, what keeps the other rooms stable.”

“And it takes a lot of energy to get here?”

I shrugged and lifted myself up. “Depends on what the answer you want is. Passing through here doesn't take much energy at all. What takes a lot of energy is staying here.”

She continued to look over the edge.

“The offer still stands.” I said.

“What?” She said as she finally looked over at me.

“I can take you anywhere out of here. Just tell me where.”

“Waldegrave Manor. The outside of it.”

I nodded. “Only a few seconds..”

The null goop in the font shifted.

“Is that normal?” She said worriedly.

A door rattled into the doorway.

“It always is,” I said with a smile. I gestured toward the new door. “After you.”

She went to turn the handle but paused.

She looked at me. “Would you come with me?”

“I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“You won’t. I’d like your company.”

You’d need someone to reason with, Kieran.

I walked over. “I think I will. It would be better than here.”

She opened the door and we both got out. 

Waldegrave Manor looked the same as it was in the papers.

“Oh!” she said.

“What happened?”

She shook her head “No, I just miss this place.”

“Did you stay here for a time?”

“This was my childhood home.”

“Right. I may have heard about you. I suppose you're Abigail Lockwood?”

“Yes,” she smiled.

#the room game #don't have the energy to finish this #but its enough to post ig #kieran is protag if it wasnt clear #is it clear? #i cant tell #various texts

[cozylittleartblog]

a little Postlet. . because i Miss them

#deltarune #queen #rouxls kaard #lancer #art #doodles #comic #rouxls is a leetol different. for fun :) idk i drew him like that and i didn't hate it #Twelve Percent More On Model Than Usual #i have lil bits of dialogue scrawled down everywhere and i found that second one i thought it was funny #i have so many drawings and doodles and entire posts that ive started. that i just don't finish for so me reason #no energy. why do i have the energy to start them and go 'omg this is gonna be IT ill TOTALLY FINISH THIS' #and then i don't lol. why don't i just finish something instead of starting something else #its da adhd babey!!!! #anyway thats why this post is small #normally i sit and over-analyze things before i post them. are all the layers on. did i forget anything. does anything is badly drawn. etc #i'm not doing that. i am scheduling this for atime when i am asleep and it will be posted by the time i wake up #and whatever is in the art is what is posted. it is what it is.

[just-posting-kalone]

#persona 4 #persona 4 golden #yosuke hanamura #I'm never drawing him again /j oh my god #I don't have the energy to even finish this one properly uhh

[jeeaark]

Final Showdown pt 1

Final Showdown pt 2.

So the key to becoming a lil more chill with the patch 0 Orpheus ending is realizing what I can get away with off camera. Brain fell down and nobody saw how we landed? No Emps in sight? Who knows long it took to regroup? One reasonable patch 0 ending where everyone lives coming up.

and I would've been content with this ending too if it weren't for those meddling patches.

Felt validated about the artifact solution though when the epilogue came out. As if Greygold wouldn't keep that lil doo-hickey after all this, practically a bag of holding for people.

Had to jump some logic hoops for Orph though. Don't think Greygold would be willing to risk any potential confrontation with Orpheus about Emps after this. Try and pull their first Squid Trick on him. But uh. Turns out! Orph Buddy's got mad wisdom. Dude has probably seen every Squid Trick in the book. Although. Not so silly as Greygold's attempts.

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #greygold #lae'zel #the emperor bg3 #bg3 orpheus #squid greygold #If I don't have everyone at least say mfer once what is the point #funny story I couldn't put my heart into drawing: Lae'zel's last attack missed. Greygold had to land the finishing blow. #but I like to think Greygold made it look like Lae'zel killed the brain. tiny arrow. nobody saw nuthin'. Team effort. No kill steal here. #Was I tempted to have Greygold levitate-catch Emps like the beginning of the game? yes. #But the cutscene of 'em scramble-falling off the brain told me that. I think they forgot they could levitate for a hot minute. #So. Awkward catch it is! #never found out what that netherbrain energy ball did in that fight. but uh. #let's just say thank gods the boss was defeated in time because NOBODY WAS DODGING IT aldkjksdjf #Most romantic fight between Greygold and Lae'zel hands down y'all

[azultecnicolor]

just dudes being bros

#this is NoT finished but i think i don't have enough energy or time to finish it sorry :( #wwdits #my art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital painting #art #wwdits fanart #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #wwdits fx #what we do in the shadows fx

[yardsards]

"just put it in the same place every time and you won't lose it" 🤝 "just clean everything up immediately after you use it and you'll never have mess pile up": advice that is functionally useless to me as a person with adhd

#eliot posts #adhd #actually adhd #maybe this advice works for some people but it absolutely does not help me one bit #it is advice that is impossible for me to follow on its own #like i don't notice half the time where i put shit down it's just in my hand one minute and the next minute it's not #and by the time i accomplish a task i often don't have energy left to clean. or i just plain get distracted before i can finish cleaning

[intertexts]

when ur driver falls asleep on the freeway & the golf cart vanishes LOL

#LIED. airbrush shading turned out ass back 2 the old standby <3 #sorry for never turning out finished pieces ever lmaoooo i have. only so much energy. and that goes to like the quote unquote real art #(degree shit). anyway. this is cute i think i hope the colors don't look awful they look good on my tablet. but i have nightlight on & the #brightness down all the time so it's always kind of a guessing game? #prime defenders #jrwi #jrwi pd #mine

[vonnebenan]

How does that Vulcan salute go?

#i don't have the energy to finish this so ... yeah #star trek #star trek tos #star trek fanart #leonard mccoy #spock #my art #my st art #traditional art

[starrystevie]

steve falls in love with eddie because he's this perfect amalgamation of everyone he's ever loved.

there's nancy's curly brown hair, of course, but also her fierce stubbornness and her bashful little smile when steve is being purposefully obtuse. there's tommy's passion, his impulsivity, his need to get under steve's skin in the best way possible. there's jonathan's quick remarks with a crooked grin and heather m's soft touches on bruised skin and robin's flailing hands when she talks that steve loves so much.

there's even the dorkiness of his kids that only amplifies when eddie's around them, all their talks of fantastic worlds that steve knows nothing about but nods along like he gets it. there's the bright blinding smiles that seem to pull at every face in the room when they win, hooting and hollering in a harmonious chorus.

steve falls in love with eddie for all of those things but also for all of the things he possesses on his own. his charm and his wit, his need to make steve smile every waking moment. the way he knows when steve needs quiet and dark so he closes the blinds before wrapping him up in his steady arms.

eddie falls in love with steve for all of the things that seem new to him.

he's never had a guy treat him like steve does, never had soft smiles and cards on valentines day, never had date nights or kisses in the daytime or a hand that fits gently against his own. he doesn't feel like a dirty secret pushed away to closets and out of windows. he doesn't see the quick glances around to make sure no one's watching before he gets into steve's car like he's used to getting with old partners. he doesn't get shushed or ignored or heartbroken.

he's used to being shrouded in darkness but steve is like sunshine, his love warming eddie like sunrays in and of themselves. he's used to confusion and questions but steve makes him feel wanted. makes him feel loved back.

steve is protective and smart. he sees through the bullshit eddie's built up around himself and holds him when those walls inevitably crumble down. eddie falls in love with steve because he sees him for who he truly is and loves him because of it.

they fall in love with each other because their jagged edges were made for one another, like puzzle pieces in the wrong box finding their way back home. they fall in love with each other because nothing else has ever felt more right. they fall in love with each other because everyone they loved before was a trial, a test, pushing them together whether they knew it or not.

#hi hello i promise i haven't vanished i just don't have the mental energy for tumblr (as silly as that seems i know) #i think once my bb is finished my brain will finally feel not in anxiety mode 24/7 and i can be back to cutting it up with yall here again #my writing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie fluff #ps heather m is not a person in stranger things but it felt empty without another person being in there so i made someone up sue me #bee not writing smut at work? what in the world???? #long post #could i put this under a readmore? yeah but it seems kinda pointless so sorry about that

[sleep-deprived-corvid]

Star fly

#firefly oc #fnaf oc #heeeey sorry about lack of art posting #i have been sketching a lot but it's mostly blorbos i haven't talked about here so idk you may see those soon #also i've been buried in schoolwork for the past month or so #here's a nice little firefly piece to tide you over while i also recover from bad sickness #if you read all my tags i'm giving you a flower #ps i'll see about posting more sketches and stuff instead of just finished pieces bc i simply don't have much energy

[the-ace-with-spades]

An AU where Jake didn't go to USNA but got a scholarship for football at the same uni Bradley got a scholarship for baseball.

They're both part of NROTC but Bradley is a second-year midshipman and he's one of the very few midshipmen who are not mentoring anyone in the program dunno how nrotc works I'm guessing similar to our military youth programs, bear with me

He's instantly intrigued — Bradley seems to be the most unavailable person in the whole program, never really engaging for after-training outings or parties, never making small talk and never trying to even make connections that would help with networking once they were commissioned.

So Jake kind of observes from afar for the first few months and he realizes Bradley is exactly the same outside of NROTC too.

Despite the lack of engagement, every single instructor and coordinator from the program seems to know him. More so, most of them don't even comment on his lack of extracurricular engagement or mentorship, but even send him off for extra trainings that are typically only awarded for being exceptional.

They live in the same student building but on different floors. Bradley is an RA for his floor and the female-only floor above, something Jake only discovers when his own RA is kicked out and his heating problem is delegated to Bradley.

Bradley is also a TA (which is very unusual for a sophomore) for one of the physics professors — Jake is studying mechanical engineering and Bradley is doing aerospace engineering and he sometimes sees Bradley assisting, even if it's mostly for different majors.

Jake's fascination grows even more because he doesn't get it — Bradley is unavailable to anyone but he's also so nice. Most of the students in the dorm he's coordinating like him, which is not really something that happens with RAs, he's respected both by the midshipmen and their instructors and seniors, many of which keep on friendly jabs with him or extend invitations to outings despite Bradley's repeated refusals. He is incredibly nice to the actual few students who come for help from him as a TA, from what Jake heard, and he's got a good few girls crushing on him, some of which are pretty popular in the uni circles.

Despite that, he doesn't seem to have any friends. Jake doesn't see him at parties, or going outs, or study groups, or even of some midshipmen-organized extra trainings. It's like he's keeping everyone at arm's length.

Finally, he has an occasion to start something with Bradley when he goes downstairs to the mail room. Technically sorting the mail and putting it in the right boxes outside of the mail room is the porter's room but the porter seems to be there maybe four hours a week so usually they just break into the room and look for their own shit in the mess.

He goes downstairs and Bradley is sitting on the floor with a list of the students in the building and a stamp with red RETURN TO SENDER, sorting through piles and piles of mail.

"I didn't think it was part of your job."

"It's not," Bradley answers. "Someone has to do it, might as well be me. Seresin, right?"

Jake doesn't squeal but oh god, Bradley knows his name. "Yeah."

"Your parcel is in the ready pile," he says, pointing his thumb parcels near the door.

"You want some help?"

"You've got nothing better to do on a Friday night?"

He could've asked the same question. "I have three assignments I need to procrastinate on."

Bradley gives him a long look but finally says, "Fair enough."

They stay in silence and Jake doesn't know how to start a conversation. Bradley seems focused and aloof and just, once again, so unavailable.

The opportunity arises when he is going over the stack of parcels in the corner of the mail room.

"Your name is Bradshaw, right?"

"Yeah."

"Those are for you."

"They're not."

"I mean, there's no room number but it does say Bradley Bradshaw."

Bradley is quiet for a minute but gets up from where he's been sitting on the floor and slowly walks to stand next to where the boxes are stacked on itself.

Without hesitation, he stamps both of them with RETURN TO SENDER.

"You aren't even going to check what's inside?"

He gets quiet again, looking at the stamp on top of the parcel far longer than needed, before he says, "I don't have any family left, whoever sent it isn't anyone I'd like to get anything from."

Jake bites down apologies — Bradley doesn't seem to be the type to need pity.

"It can't be returned to the post," Jake points out. "No return address."

Bradley sighs and takes out a pen from his pocket, leaning over the boxes.

He doesn't mean to snoop but he catches Bradley writing P.Mitchell & T.Kazansky in the addressee line and San Diego a couple lines lower. So obviously Bradley knew who it was from.

Some things change after that evening — Bradley answers his hi when they see each other at training or waves back when Jake sees him in the lecture hall or brings his mail straight to Jake's room and chats with him for a few minutes at his door.

But most things don't change — he still refuses to join any going outs, even if it's Jake asking him, still doesn't talk much to anyone, still refuses simple invitations to grab lunch together in the cafeteria or go to a movie later that week. Still seems to be using a Don't have time or If you don't need me, I'm going as frequent excuses. Still seems to be entirely unavailable to anyone who wants to catch him outside of his strictly obligatory settings.

He's talking about this with his mom, using the phone booth outside of their dorms, because he's never had trouble making friends with anyone (even if he admits he could make more than friends, with Bradley, eventually, maybe, wishful thinking aside) and his mom tells him, "He sounds really busy, baby, he probably doesn't have time for friends."

"How can you have no time for friends? It's college."

"Jakey, he isn't like you, he doesn't have any support from his family, he's probably struggling to stay afloat with the scholarships requirements and the college job and studying and military training on top of it."

"So what? There's no way to—be friends with him?"

"I think you'll have to fit into the free time in his schedule, baby. because that's the only kind he has."

It takes some time but he does realize that Bradley's time is truly limited. His days are packed tight, on top of what Jake already knew — the TA job, the RA job, the baseball scholarship and the NROTC training — he also works in the local garage one day a week. He literally has a few hours he can actually spend with someone during the day and Jake slowly tries to use them up.

Brings him coffee for the early morning walk-in tutoring he hosts at college, eats lunch with him when they have a training break, even as Bradley does his assigned reading and only half-pays attention to him, comes downstairs to the mail room every evening Bradley sorts through it, brings him cupcakes from the cafeteria on the lunch break between lectures, even though Bradley spends it alone in the professor's office, making lesson plans or marking papers. Visits him in the garage he works at and keeps on constant chatter as Bradley gets covered in black oil and stinks like fuel.

Slowly, he can see Bradley smiling when he sees Jake. Can see Bradley sharing his homemade divine lasagna and chicken soup made from scratch with Jake. Can see Bradley joining him in the gym, not just staying on the outside of the group. Can see Bradley chatting back as he continues to do what he's doing, no longer just letting Jake run his mouth.

There's a bit of a hiccup when Jake offers Bradley to join him on Christmas break in Texas — tells him they can drive if Bradley doesn't want to pay for plane tickets they can make a road trip of the thing and all. Only another call to his mom makes him aware that Bradley probably can't afford either and, as his mom doesn't hold back and points out Bradley won't react well if he offers to pay for it.

So instead, Jake stays for most of the Christmas break in the halls. Apparently, Bradley is organizing a small Chrismas dinner for anyone from the halls who is staying over (a total of seven people), so things get a bit busy — the spare time Bradley has is, well, spare. When he finally has the time, he is working in the garage or finishing his assignments — Jake sometimes forgets, with all the things Bradley does to stay afloat, that he's actually still a student — so he mostly trails behind him and chatters when he thinks it won't annoy Bradley too much.

Bradley offers to drive him to the airport. It's the first time he's offered to take a good chunk of his time and make it free by rescheduling things, just for Jake.

He even parks at the airport and walks him all the way to the security check line, not just leaves Jake in the drop-and-go area.

Jake gives him a small Christmas gift — a key chain with A4 Skyhawk he bought when he visited the aviation museum in Horsham with some of the other midshipmen. They both want to go into the aviation pipeline once graduated so it seems like something Bradley could like, even if it's a bit silly.

He wasn't sure, if Bradley would actually take it — he's been reluctant to take many things, every single lunch or coffee Jake got him had to be either repaid or covered by Bradley the next day.

But Bradley hugs him. Puts the key chain on his car keys ring.

When Jake comes back, he's expecting progress because, you know, Bradley's been warming up to him. Instead, Bradley seems to be dead on his feet, getting annoyed quicker than usually, going as far as telling Jake to 'keep quiet for a goddamn minute'. It all kind of becomes clear when he is car pooling with the guys for the NORTC training and sees Bradley, honest to god jogging the three miles from the halls to the training site, military backpack with his uniform and gear towering over his shoulder — it's five in the morning.

"You doing a new training regime or something? Running everywhere instead of driving like a normal human being?"

He doesn't look at Jake as he says, "The Bronco broke down."

"I mean, that car is older than you," Jake points out, trying to tiptoe around the issue and get Bradley to admit what the exact problem is — he never does, if you ask directly, Jake knows by now. It's like asking for help isn't in his nature.

"It's not safe to drive," he explains. "I can't brake in time anymore, the brakes are about to give out completely."

"Can't you fix it?"

"I need a new drum brake master cylinder," he says. When Jake stares at him, he adds, "It's gonna cost around two hundred bucks, which I don't have."

"I could lend you the money," he offers.

"I don't want your money," Bradley says, just like he thought he'd — taking any offered help from anyone isn't in his nature either.

So Jake tries to work around it — asks his dad and his uncles if there's anyone they know who could maybe give him the right master cylinder for free or at a very discounted price. When they finally find a guy who has a collection of spare parts for the early Broncos but no Broncos anymore and is willing to send the cylinder as long as someone pays for the postage, he writes down his number and promises his friend Bradley is going to call soon about that.

And thank the fucking god, Bradley accepts this kind of backhanded help.

Bradley fixes the Bronco on the hall's parking lot. He jogs from the garage with a borrowed jack lift strapped to his back, pops the car on it and the other one he already has in the trunk so the wheels are up, pops the tires off and pops the front mask up and gets his white tank and plaid shirt covered in grime. It's already dark by the time he takes the jacks away and sits behind the wheel.

Jake's spent the whole time uselessly chattering to him as he always does — he has absolutely no idea about cars — but he lets himself be waved into the passenger seat.

Bradley drives out of the parking lot, down the empty road to the campus and brakes so hard Jake has to hold himself up against the dashboard.

"Better than new," Bradley says and Jake's never seen him grinding as widely and as honestly as he is now.

He is sweaty and covered in oil and stinking a bit, but his curls are flopping on his forehead and the ratty mustache he's been growing lately is out of order and he's looking at Jake with those big brown cow eyes — he just can't not kiss him.

So he leans over the console and kisses the smile on his face.

The leap of faith pays of because Bradley keeps on kissing him — he pulls the hand brake on and lets both his hands settle on Jake's waist and things continue until Jake is being guided onto the backseat over the console and being kisses again and again, and Bradley's hands go lower and lower.

They get each other off and then go back to the halls. They don't talk about it but now any time they're alone — in the lecture hall, in the mail room, in Jake's or Bradley's room — he can just lean in and kiss him as much as he wants to and still get the brightest of smiles as a reward.

They're back in the mail room and maybe Jake's just spent twenty minutes trying to crawl up Bradley's lap (to no avail) when he notices — Bradley got another package, this time PLEASE AT LEAST LOOK THROUGH THE THINGS BEFORE SENDING IT BACK written in bold marker on top.

Bradley curtly tells him to just stamp it with RETURN TO SENDER. But he can't help himself — he gets his keys out and cuts through the tape on top, opening the giant box.

"Jake—"

He takes out the first thing that's on top of the pile inside — a stuffed goose the size of over half of Jake's torso. It's a bit grayed up and smells like dust but it's also so cute.

"That yours?"

Bradley gets up from where he's sitting so quick — a second and he's next to Jake, taking the plushie out of his hands. "Ducky—"

"Ducky? That's a goose, isn't it?"

Bradley is honest to god red in the face but doesn't let go of the goose, bringing it closer to his chest and it's freaking adorable. "I was two, I couldn't tell the difference."

"So," Jake says, feeling like he's defusing a bomb. "You still wanna send it back?"

"I—I don't know."

"Maybe—Maybe I could help with that," he offers. "If I know the details, or at least some of them."

It takes him a minute but when Bradley finally starts talking, everything just spills out of him. He tells Jake about his dad, and about his mom, and then about his other dad and pops. He doesn't get too into details but they come around back to his last year in high school and how his dad pilled his papers and they haven't talked since Bradley found out and left the house with a bag and his car and nothing else.

Jake says, "That's just stupid."

The second it leaves his mouth, he knows he's said the wrong thing even if it was honest — he can see in real-time as Bradley rolls back into himself, closing off in less than a minute and suddenly there's so much distance between them.

He angrily writes down the same P.Mitchell & T.Kazansky and San Diego address on top and chucks the goose plushie back inside.

"I guess I'm stupid then," he says quietly and a blink and he's out of the mail room. He's not answering when Jake knocks on his room door.

Jake doesn't have the heart to actually let that package go back to P.Mitchell & T.Kazansky, or Bradley's dad and pops. So he brings it into his room upstairs.

He doesn't mean to go over the things inside, not too much, but he thought he could at least grab the goose — Ducky — and give it a wash. When he reaches inside, there's a goddamn plushie of a Spitfire in there, its tag saying RAF Museum, London, and Jake can't help looking for more.

There are photos and polaroids, three people commonly on all of them with a baby Bradley. Old Hawaiian shirts, a leather jacket, knots of seashell jewelry, a few rolled-up posters, a whole notebook with handwritten recipes, birthday cards.

He doesn't look any further but instead takes the return address from the box and writes up a postcard to P.Mitchell & T. Kazansky saying he'll force Bradley to keep it all.

Problem is, Bradley isn't talking to him, no matter how hard he tries. He thought he'd be like that for a few weeks at the most and then forget but he's worse than he was before he and Jake met in the mail room for the first time — doesn't even say a word to him when Jake tries to start a conversation, he's gone so far as to change his complicated schedule completely so Jake can't see him outside of NROTC and his TA role.

He calls his mom again.

"Jakey, honey," his mom says, with a tone that suggests he's an idiot. "That boy bared his soul to you and you said his feelings were stupid."

#not finishing it sorry #they get back together and Jake forces him to talk to Mav and Ice after all but it takes like two years #(also he doesn't realize that T.Kazansky is the four star admiral Kazansky until he actually meets them on Thanksgiving) #this should be a 60k slow burn fic but i don't have enough energy #or time #sorry #i hated uni and i might be going back to it so im having the feelsTM #hangster #fic ideas #op #charlie writes

[jamieedlund]

March sketch dump 🧙‍♂️✨

#the dragon prince #aaravos #my art #callum #tdp #doodle #callum: when you're a simp for your master but you're also so pretty that you can literally start wars. #I got sick again #so besides slaving away on my thesis #all I had were more brainrot doodles #all of these are glued from different brainrots #I don't think I have the energy for fully rendered illustrations any time soon #but I'll do my best! #I want to post more w/out worrying about the notes #i know i sound like a broken record #but it's pretty discouraging seeing my notes on tumblr lately #hopefully these shows that I love them both very much despite not posting as often 💗 #I'm on the last stretch of my thesis so all of my rendering effort is going to that instead. #hopefully I will finish soon in around june #that's all for now! #rambling in tags feels nice. #I hope everyone is well! #thank you for reading

[dracaelus]

Ok guys, look at me *shaking with ghostbat energy*

During the events of Batman fear state, scarecrow finds a way to get into batman's mind and mess around a little. So, naturally, batman asks ghostmaker to enter his mind and check what's going on, you know, as you do

This happens in Batman (2016) #113, if you wanna read the whole thing you can start at Batman #106 or (if you wanna see Khoa's introduction and first appearance in the comics) Batman #102. I'm telling you this because right here at this moment, there's a wonderful, incredible potential for ghostbat fics and I need someone to tap into that, so bear with me

In the actual issue, things get resolved a little faster, but here we have your prompt: Bruce and Khoa exploring Bruce's mind, walking around through all of his memories, trying to get to the one they need and find out what's wrong with his brain (besides the usual).

So we can see Bruce at multiple points of his life

Khoa: you know, I think you could've been an actual cute baby if they'd just given you brown contact lenses

Bruce: don't start

Khoa: I mean it, you had potential. But as things are, you were just a small creepy creature

Khoa: like, what's the deal with all the staring?

Bruce: I was attentive and observing.

Khoa: you were strange and off-putting... Not much different than you are now I guess

Khoa: Oh, he's staring at me now. Can you make him stop? Do they come with an off button?

Bruce: It's just a memory, Khoa, it can't hurt you

Baby!Bruce: •-•

We can have kid!Bruce going to the park with his parents; they send him to play with the other kids and about half an hour later he comes back with some company.

Kid! Bruce: *holding a little kid's hand* Mother, Father. Meet your new son, Tobias.

Martha: What

Kid!Bruce: I adopted him as my brother since you wouldn't give me one by your own volition. He's part of the family now. He's very nice, I think you'll like him.

Tobias: :D

Thomas: How did you even get him-

Martha: *carefully* Look, Bruce. Darling. I know you want a little brother...

Kid!Bruce: I really, really want •-•

Martha: ... really, really want. But you can't just steal a kid like that, that's illegal.

Kid!Bruce: -_-

Kid!Bruce: I shall be a criminal, then.

*in the background*

Khoa: so... you've always been like that, hm?

Bruce: stfu i was six

The comedic potential??? The opportunity to throw all your headcanons into it and call it a day???? C'MON!

And you can take a completely comedic approach to it, but may I present you one more aspect of this little adventure because everything is fun and games until I throw horror at it O_o

So, here's the thing about Scarecrow's plan: he creates an evil/monstrous version of Bruce in his memories. It doesn't appear much so it's hard for me to explain what exactly it is and what it's supposed to do, but it's basically:

Ghostmaker just straight up kills it but yk I think there's more potential to this idea, it can be further explored

I, personally, love the idea of this disturbing version of him being able to manifest itself in multiple memory!bruce versions

So, cute but creepy baby bruce? He's about to get creepier

Baby!Bruce: •-•

Baby!Bruce: *eyes go completely black*

Khoa: yk, Bruce... I'm not a kid specialist, but I think there might be something genuinely wrong with mini-you...

Bruce: Khoa, seriously, I thought the only baby here was my younger self. Could you please stop trembling under the stare of a 1 year old-

Baby!Bruce: *turns his head 360 degrees like a kid in a horror movie and starts coughing black goo*

Bruce: ...

Khoa: see, this is why i never wanted kids.

Also, just as a side note, khoa can also show bruce his own memories

So you can do whatever you want with that information. I just really wish that whole plotline had been longer

#this has been in my drafts #for SO LONG #you have no idea #i simply don't have the energy to finish long posts #i keep trying to make them anyway #but god if the state of my drafts isn't depressing #drac panels #drac rambles #batman fear state #ghostbat #batman #bruce wayne #ghostmaker #minhkhoa khan

[goldenpinof]

if i promised any links to wad to anyone and didn't send them, it's not because i forgot, it's because i still haven't gone through the footage to see if it has any delays or blinking. sorry <3

#due to work i don't have time or energy to sit through 3 hours fully focused on the screen #and i don't wanna do it when i'm tired because then i could miss something #watch dan releasing dvd before i finally finish wad recording bs

[kokodrawings]

👑 A king and his knight 🛡️

Finished version here!

#naruto #minato namikaze #namikaze minato #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #medieval au #artsits on tumblr #digital art #koko draws #was this an excuse to draw Minato in Griffith's armor? yep #also I don't have the energy to finish any of my drawings 😔 #so I hope you don't mind the sketch dump! xD #and happy new year in case I don't post anything tomorrow!

[darlenicy]

I wonder why people call season 6 the worst season of Winx when season 7 actually exists

#just finished s7 #it was a pain in the a- #congratulations you arrived at nick jr #it was so damn ridiculous #also bringing the trix back for the final because brafilius and kalshara don't have end boss energy #poor Trix #ughh #just #ughhh #s6 was fun but this was a torture #winx club #winx season 7 #also fck all the ugly fairy animals #okyula (?) was cool tho