#hell's right hand

[estevesia-whump]

hell's right hand (1.21): from the shadows

CW/TW: captivity, violence, blood, vomit, (a child gets slapped in the face but is fine otherwise), malnutrition

as the continuation of 1.2, this chapter goes through one of the videos liexia & aurelie end up finding to get a better idea of what happened in that building, it's from kyre's pov.

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-> video1.mp4 [play]

Was it the authorities he last spoke to? No, it must've been that private investigator, or so he called himself...

When the bag is removed from over his head, Kyre finds himself in a small room with maybe ten other kids. Nine, actually, after counting properly. He's for sure the only one who's at least eighteen, maybe the only that's above sixteen, but it's difficult to tell because most of them have small, gaunt faces and bones that stick out at the elbows.

No one speaks, but many of them sniffle every once in a while, a weak cry proportionate to their (lack of) body frame.

It's unclear to Kyre how much time goes by before a tall, lanky man enters the room, slamming the heavy door behind him. He doesn't even open his mouth until the echo is gone, and then when he does speak, his voice booms.

"This is where you'll be staying from now on. You are to obey and to serve without question."

"Who will we be... serving?" one of the slightly older children squeaks.

The man repeats himself, hardly even eyeing the speaker. "Without question."

Kyre stays quiet, but the other children don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Wh-where's my mom?"

"I needa pee, mist'r!"

"Are you gonna hurt us?"

"S'cuse me? I'm hungry."

"You're not gonna hurt us, are you?"

A clean smack across the first kid's face shuts everyone up.

"We will break each and every one of your bones if you don't listen to our instructions," the man shouts, a gun pointed not at any specific person, but everyone. "Understand?"

Suddenly infuriated, Kyre shoots up, lunging at the thin man and pressing him against the wall. The gun clatters to the side as he squeezes the older man's wrist. More of the children behind him begin crying, but aside from the ringing in his ears and the faint red coating his vision, he truly cannot hear or see anything else.

"I see you dare to defy me," the man drawls, spitting at Kyre.

Before he can properly filter the words through his brain, Kyre's begging. "Please don't hurt them. Do any-anything you want to me, but don't... not the others. Please."

The man snickers, but his voice has dropped to a smooth timbre. "Are you sure about that, dearest? Will you agree to all our conditions?"

"As long..." Kyre licks his chapped lips, "as long as you don't hurt the others. In any way." I'll keep the kids safe and find us a way out.

He's cackling now, and every one of his gleeful expressions only makes Kyre more uneasy. "Oh, of course. You said you'd do anything, hmm?"

"I... yes."

"Then let go."

Kyre loosens his hold, and he's kicked down so that he's kneeling before the taller man, who unlocks the door.

"Everyone but this boy, out."

The children scramble to leave with soft but quick footsteps. It's quiet for a moment after the door closes, and Kyre's eyes dart around for an escape. But other than the door, and the out-of-reach window narrow enough to allow only a few papers through, he's out of luck.

"You don't understand what we do here, do you?" he snarls, inching closer to Kyre.

The first kick lands on Kyre's shoulder, effectively knocking him on his side, but Kyre manages to grab the other man's leg, rolling to pull him down.

Three more men -- bigger, stronger ones -- bang open the door as Kyre smashes fist after fist into the thin man's face until he's bleeding from the back of his head and the nose, completely limp.

Kyre's knuckles are torn and raw already but he forces himself to stand up in a fighting stance again, ready to face off against the burly men in tactical gear. If he's going down, he's not going down without a fight.

He tries going for the legs again, but is quickly kneed in the stomach and shoved back onto the ground.

"Stop fighting and we'll take it easy on you," one of the men warns, pressing on to his neck while twisting his arm. Ignoring the pain from the nearly dislocated shoulder, Kyre rolls onto his back, preparing to kick.

He's punched in the cheek before he can make another move, though, the side of his face pressing against the concrete.

Flickering stars dance in his vision as the familiar taste of metal fills his mouth, crimson red pooling beside him. Is it his blood?

Kyre moves himself onto his side, trying to get rid of the spinning feeling, but to no avail.

A kick to the abdomen jostles his organs, forcing a torrent of sour vomit out onto the puddle of blood. Going unconscious would be convenient right about now, but his body just won't give up for some reason.

Kyre's able to take a few more gut kicks without throwing up, but the nausea increases nonetheless, as do the dull throbs throughout his body. The bruises and cuts are fine; they'll heal by themselves quickly enough, but he'll have to do something about the nausea.

He kicks someone's shin, and then groin as he pushes himself away from the blood and vomit. The gun's in the corner of the room; if he can just grab the gun--

A strong punch knocks the wishful thinking right out of his head, and Kyre's entire body drops against the concrete, more bruises blossoming all over his scraped skin.

When one of the men grabs his wrists, pinning him down, he twists, sending a needle-like pain through his shoulder and down his right side. Before he can stop himself, he lets out a groan, his muscles relaxing on their own.

The men take advantage of this immediately, pressing every one of his limbs down on the ground as Kyre coughs. His throat burns when he does, springing tears to his eyes as he lays there, completely spent.

"You done fighting now?" someone asks, and Kyre's eyes flutter closed, too exhausted to stay open.

#whump #whump writing #whump community #whumpee #whumper #vomiting #whumpblr #whump scenario #original character #ocs #writing #whump fic #sickfic #whump series #original writing #original series #hell's right hand #sorry kyre T^T

[zosanbrainrot]

part 2 of Zoro in WCI

01 02

I tried to write something to sum up my thoughts on this, but then it got longer and longer and tbh I'm itching to write a fic set in this AU djjdkf I think I could develop on their inner feelings more than in the comic form

Before posting the first part I didn't realize people had such strong opinions on how this would play out lmaooo

imo, of course Zoro wants to fight Sanji, not with actual intent to harm (they threaten each other on the daily, come on), but because that's how they are together, how they communicate. He respects Luffy's decisions and their goal here, which is to learn what's really going on with Sanji, but he's gonna be pissy about it all he wants. They both have so many intense and conflicted feelings about this and neither has any idea how to resolve them. So they fight.

ofc yall are free to headcanon this interaction any other way you want <333

#hope you can hear the moment Sanji's heart shatters #you're walking the painful path you chose and then even this stupid marimo instead of playing your usual game of threats and violence #instead of making this easier for you he pierces right through your heart with the tiniest confession #I never hated you #but even if he didn't use to #he sure as hell despises every inch of you now #he must he has to #but this is what you chose #it is what you deserve #ANGST #PAIN #wci zoro au #obvi if I were to write it wouldnt write first person this just got out of hand #i love angst can you tell #zosan #i love keeping them in the 'what if maybe no he would never' hell #roronoa “i love you but I will take these feelings with me to the grave” zoro #blackleg “I need you to hate me because I simply don't deserve to be loved” sanji #rorona zoro #black leg sanji #sanji #zoro #my art #whole cake arc #whole cake island #one piece #one piece fanart

[revvethasmythh]

I think it's inevitable that a certain group of people will take Orym's statement about not being able to put down the lens he see the world through as further proof that his perspective is subjective and therefore untrustworthy as it applies to the Vanguard, but imo it serves as a stronger indictment toward those who are able to view the Vanguard as anything other than awful and predatory and murderous. Other people have the luxury of being able to see this through another lens if they so want to--Orym cannot. Because once a group like this has murdered your family, for the sake of a practice run no less, a test, it is impossible to view the situation in any other way. He is walking proof of the harm that the Vanguard does. His loved ones have been deemed "necessary collateral damage." His lens is not one that can or should be set aside in the assessment of the Vanguard, because if they are willing to commit such heinous crimes and excuse them as necessary collateral for ends that are so uncertain, then they are fundamentally not an organization that can be reasoned with or even should be sympathized with

#if the way to free yourself from a literally caged entity is to murder your way across exandria you are simply not in the right #orym cannot remove the lens that has been forced upon him. which is that of someone who has experience extreme personal loss #at the hands of the vanguard #this does not make his perspective untrustworthy. it makes him a pillar. a constant reminder of what the vanguard actually is #and what they're willing to do for their end goals #cr spoilers #critical role #bells hells #orym

[solcarow]

,

#happy birthday freak #u better b greatful i didnt miss it for the 3rd year in a row #kim dokja #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader’s viewpoint #my art #solar-drawss #i was gonna hand draw the bg but i . couldnt finish that in 2 days so its just a stock photo filtered to hell and back #didnt turn out all that bad atleast ! #kinda wish i made it clearer that hes running tho #and i think tumblr severely fucked up the quality as per usual #really wanted to make kdj the clearest and the train all pixelly but idk if it ended up looking right #its fine i had to rush it in 2 days #just dont look to closely at Anything #i missed drawing kdj....

[erwinsarmrest]

listen to me i don’t really ship eren and armin but i certainly see the appeal and i can see where they’re coming from

and let me tell you. the new episode? i actually thought they were gonna kiss i swear to god. saying shit like “it’s okay. we’ll be together forever in hell” and then both of them moving in for a hug SO FAST i though they were about to make out

#they had to make sure they reminded us that eren is in love with mikasa right before hand bc that shit was gay as hell #eremin #aot #aot spoilers #snk #snk spoilers #armin arlert #armin arlet #eren yeager #eren jaeger #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan spoilers #shingeki no kyojin spoilers

[julykings]

by candlelight

#autumn I love u ….. had such a nice night last night !!! #worked rlly hard at the gym + came home + smoked and walked Winston right around sunset it was sooo beautifulll walking around the #neighborhood looking at the little sliver of the moon hearing ppl’s band practice in their garage seeing the birds 😌 #did laundry and packed for my bday trip this weekend! #then watched buffy and did a longggg stretch routine with all my pretty bedroom lights #it was the last ep of season 4 actually I really loved it..!!!!!! #today is going to be long as hell dude going to run and get a haircut before work then I’m in the lab alll dayyyy until 8 pm 😴 #lecturing and demo-ing monotype in class today tho so I can be more hands on :-) yay #ok . this turned into a little diary entry hahaha #hope u have a wonderful day <3 #personal

[sourscratched]

some sid snapshots from the fantanimaland eps

#my art #a starstruck odyssey #not me crying into my hands about sid and margarets friendship #yet another emily axford pc that elbow dropped me emotionally never to recover #anyway the sneaking into edwina castors apartment scene is funny as hell and underrated in my opinion #the four levels of ups service present at every delivery #the deliverer their supervisor their supervisors supervisor #and most importantly #a guy who kinda looks like a string cheese #dimension 20 #anyway this is probably the only ASO draw that’s going to make it onto here for a while #none of the others came out right

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Arkham Knight Edition

Jason gets thrown into an alternate universe and finds his younger self being tortured in the asylum.

Things get… a little blurry after that.

When Jason comes back to himself he’s got a shaking kid clinging to him and a worrying amount of Joker parts strewn all over the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Seems like it’s going to be one of those days…

#Arkham knight #because I just managed to get my hands on a Funko pop copy of them MWAHAHAHA #my agenda to own all versions of Jason funko pops is THRIVING #prompts #Arkham verse jason doesn’t know who the stranger is but he killed joker and untied him #that’s good enough for him #he just hopes this isn’t some kind of trick and gems gonna get tortured again in a couple minutes #but that’s ok as long as he gets to hug someone just a little longer #OG jason is lowkey freaking the hell #out #reliving trauma isn’t fun #but also he’s got a tortured kid to deal with right now and that’s gotta take priority #and also the green is making a hard comeback upon seeing the J branded into Jay’s cheek #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin #red hood #tim drake #batman #alternature universe #rescue #dimension travel #dimension hopping

[vilochkaaa]

i did what i've been planning to do for a long time - a fem. version of Pierre..

(*n´ω`n*)

#btw #in this version his (her?) name is Perrin #because it's the name that's exactly the same etymology as the male version (☝🤓) #I think the fem version is also slightly different in personality being a very explosive woman #who ready to take the frying pan in her hands and punch assholes in the face #Imagine her going to the store right after Joja comes to town and just kicking them all to hell with her own hands #the fem version is cooler than the original #stardew valley #stardew valley art #stardew valley fanart #sdv #sdv art #sdv fanart #stardew #stardew valley pierre #sdv pierre #pierre sdv #art #my art shit #artist on tumblr #fanart #fanart on tumblr #genderswap #fem version #vilka post #i wish she was my mom...😔🥀

[hellsquills]

Someone mentioned in a post some time ago how it's likely that Izzy might call Stede "captain" out of spite for Ed

BUT NOW I can't stop thinking about Lucius, the oldest sibling one betrayed by both of his captains, being the first one to call Izzy "captain" in front of everyone

(Also considering how much OFMD likes parallels, this would be a good one:)

Gif by @lamberts

#i would lose my fucking mind #also i think every crew memeber would back lucius up #not only because they genuinely think izzy is better as a captain that both of them #but because their older sibling just said something so he's right just because #ofmd #our flag means death #lucius spriggs #ofmd lucius #izzy hands #ofmd izzy hands #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #my silly little headcanons #hells originals

[estevesia-whump]

hell's right hand (1.1): the beginning of the beginning

CW/TW: SA (not graphic but it's implied), torture (also not very graphic), abuse, blood, killing (implied), captivity, nausea/dry heaving (brief)

note: the mcs are 18-19 in this and nothing bad happens to the younger kids

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He can tell from the slight changes in light filtering through the sliver of a window that it's been 10 days, at least, though it's only a rough estimate since he stopped counting at 5. He does know for sure that he needs to leave, somehow, but the second he was dumped in this concrete room, he knew there was no way out. No matter how hard he fought at the start, it only managed to drain out the remainder of his energy.

Something stings, or maybe everything stings, or maybe nothing at all. He's been checking himself for broken bones each time he wakes up and before he falls asleep, but all he can see are the bruises, scrapes and hickeys littered all over his arms, legs and chest. There's dried blood down his inner thighs, and probably on his back as well but he can't be sure. It's okay. They'll clean him soon.

It hurts to sit, so he curls up on the cold floor, back against the wall. Not the most comfortable, but it's better this than to have consistent throbs shooting through his pelvis and up his lower spine.

A few days ago, they stopped bothering to tie him down because he was too tired to do much, so it's just the ankle cuffs now. At least he won't have rope burns.

They clean him up every day (he thinks it's every day, but it might be twice a day -- either way, there's a pattern), blindfold him and bring him to a different room, one where he's cuffed to a bed. The softness doesn't feel good, though, because he's quickly thrust into until he's sticky and sweaty all over and he's sobbing and shaking and begging for it all to stop. It burns from the inside, a searing pain that leaves him feeling raw all over.

He then gets washed and dragged back to the concrete room afterwards. He's hit if he's still crying, so he usually tries to quell the tears, leaving him with a lump in his throat and nausea building in his gut. A plate is pushed in front of him, and he's instructed to eat. Usually it's bread or congee, still lukewarm.

The food itself isn't bad, but he's lucky if he can stomach it especially after the ordeal just minutes prior. If he doesn't eat it in an allotted time, it's taken away. If he throws up, he gets cleaned up and beaten again, but never enough to cause serious damage, unfortunately. He wishes they would deal some actual injuries, though, and then maybe they would just leave him alone.

There's an order to it that he gets used to eventually. He's allowed water every few hours. Food is allowed after he's been on that bed with a stranger (it seems to be a different person each time, judging from the different voices). He sleeps when he can, but it's never for a long time because he's woken up either by a throbbing pain or by one of his handlers shaking him awake.

This is his fault, though. He should've been more careful, should've listened to his parents. Where are his parents? He wonders if they're alright, if they miss him -- the mere thought makes him chuckle weakly. Of course they don't. They're probably celebrating that he's gone.

The door bangs open with a clang, and he's being manhandled, scrubbed down with soap and water, blindfolded and brought to that damned bedroom.

It doesn't hurt as much anymore. Maybe he's just gotten used to it, or maybe everything else just hurts so much that he can't pinpoint the pain. Whoever's with him this time finishes more quickly than the other ones, and Kyre gasps for air when he's done.

It's time for the other men to come in and clean him up now, but nothing happens.

A few seconds of just panting, then the man inside of Kyre falls to the side and the room goes quiet.

Someone, a girl, judging by the sound of the voice, swears. The man is pulled off of him, landing on the ground with a thunk and the cuffs and blindfold are removed, but he doesn't open his eyes, too exhausted to move.

"What's your name?" the voice asks.

What is his name? He hasn't heard it in a while... "K-Ky? ...Kyre."

"Can you open your eyes for me?"

"'M ti...tired," he mumbles, turning his face to the side.

"I can see that. Just open your eyes, please."

Whoever it is sounds urgent, so he forces himself to open his eyes and is met with the face of a girl wearing a helmet. Her face relaxes a little, and he closes his eyes again.

She's trying to help him sit up now, but the movement makes him dizzy and before he knows it, he's dry heaving and he's not sure which way is up so she turns him on his side and pats his back.

"Were you drugged?" she asks once the retching dies down a little.

He shakes his head.

"You sure?"

What do you mean, am I sure?

She sighs. "Let me find you some clothes and then we'll get out of here."

There's rustling, and then she's trying to put pants on him.

A weak moan escapes his lips when she pulls the pants up, scraping the wounds on his legs, and in the stinging pain and buzzing in his ears, for once, he can't feel a thing.

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So the kid's name is Kyre, apparently. Why does it sound so familiar?

Liexia fumbles around the room, underneath the bed for any clothes she can put on the boy, and finally resorts to the clothes of the man she just killed. There's blood all over his shirt, so she takes the pants that are thrown off to the side. She'll get Kyre a shirt later.

She hoists him up, making sure to keep his head stabilized as he groans, blinking slowly.

"Wh-wha?"

"You passed out for a second there," she tells him. "Don't lean back, 'kay?"

For the amount of muscle he's got on him, he's a lot lighter than she expects, but not light enough to comfortably throw over one shoulder. She resorts to a pack strap carry, and from there, it's not too difficult to get him out of the room and past the bodies in the hallway.

Evander's waiting for her outside with the rest of the kids, who are playing with him and all seem to be fine, shaken at most, thankfully. For some reason, Kyre's the only one that's visibly hurt at all.

The moment he spots her, Evander jogs over to help carry Kyre to the group.

"You got everyone in there?" he asks, intentionally keeping his voice quiet.

"Yup. Made sure they were all dead before I went further in."

"I meant the victims, Liexia."

"He's the only one."

Evander frowns. "What?"

"Yeah. It was just him -- his name's Kyre, by the way -- and the little kids. Did you get their names and ages?"

"Aurelie did."

"Where is she right now?" Liexia asks, looking around.

"She's getting the car."

"We don't have enough seats, though," she replies. "I assume she's driving, and even if both of us don't get in the car, we'll only have 7 seats left. And how many kids are there? Ten?"

"Nine, not including Kyre. It's fine. We could have all the kids squeeze in the back, and one of us can call the authorities and get Kyre some medical care while everyone else drives to the motel. I can take the fall for this if--"

"No, I dragged you two into this, so it's my responsibility." Liexia sighs. "And nothing's gonna happen. We're not in the wrong, for the record, they are, so we're not calling the authorities. They'll find the bodies themselves and deal with it accordingly."

"You do realize the authorities are still going to find you either way, right? You killed a pretty high profile guy in there."

"So? I've done that multiple times even before you and Aurelie joined me. The authorities haven't gotten me once. We'll bring Kyre to the motel with us and I'll have my mom treat him."

"Can he wait that long?"

"He doesn't seem to be drugged, Ev. It's fine."

"Just because he doesn't seem to be drugged doesn't mean he isn't!"

Aurelie pulls up to the curb with the car at that moment, headlights on. "Get in."

Evander has the kids file in first, managing to fit the five older ones in the back row. Three smaller kids sit next to Evander in the middle row with the smallest boy on his lap, while Liexia helps Kyre into the passenger seat and clips the seatbelt.

The car doors close and Liexia climbs up to the car roof, clipping herself onto the top bars.

Aurelie rolls down her window. "Ready, Liexia?"

"Yup."

The car begins moving down the gravel road, away from the now abandoned building tainted of blood.

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interested in reading more?

Synopsis of 1st arc of series: Liexia, the 18 year-old daughter of a renowned gang boss, goes on missions for what she views as justice: cleansing the world of criminals that are above the law. But when she leaves a trace for the first time in years, a private military corporation tracks her down and will use whatever means necessary to turn her into a full-fledged mercenary.

#whump #whump writing #whump community #whumpee #whumpblr #whump scenario #original character #ocs #writing #whump fic #sickfic #original whump #whump series #original writing #original series #hell's right hand

[medicalunprofessional]

the phoenix

#psychonauts #boyd cooper #the milkman #nightmaretheater #MAY BE EXTREMELY CRUSTY…!.!.!.!.!.! WARNING FOR COMPRESSION ASSASSINATION #i really dont cwre if thus gets compressed as hell….. what else can i do about it..? #anyways…….. coughs.. this somehow took me only 8 hours time?? #i feel crazy. they are right <-just drew ohhh soo many papers #i think people neglect all the angel imagery involvign the milkman. Like. It was presumed dead(youknow?) #Ignore the funky colors. i was feeling hologra #Actually. No. I like the funky colors.Get so real #Some things might be a bit less detailed because i wanted to focus on bigger shapes as opposed to intricate detail #also the perspective is a little weird…Thats fine #Please dont look too hard at some of the hands they are a bit weird #<-good thing that the compression will hide that from you. devious laughter #grins…really proud of this

[worldwithoutmiracles]

made this in honor of the trans day of visibility/easter crossover event of 2024. get out there and crack some eggs, folx

#trans #transgender #trans day of visibility #trans rights #easter #I guess #I said #trans masc jesus #did I stutter? #the cross is actually a t and it stands for testosterone #put your hands in his top surgery scars and believe #crack that egg #rise up #keep on living #I had too many ideas for captions on this one I had to give up #all christians do is misgender god #and yet it's my gay ass that's going to hell? #mhmm we'll see about that #god is gay

[aingeal98]

I think there's a misconception among some fans who mostly get their characterisation from ao3, that the reason Cass and Jason wouldn't get along is that Jason kills people and Cass hates murderers. And like. You're 50% right but the key context being ignored is that Cass would literally fight to defend the right of a serial killer to live and change like she believes desperately in second chances no matter how far gone the killer is. She'll knock a man out and break his hand so that he can never shoot and kill someone again but if she sees someone feel bad about their kill or even like. Hesitate to hurt a child. She is all over that like she will fight the world just to save this one kind of shitty assassin and give them a second chance at life where they can do better.

Whereas Jason believes that sometimes there are bad people that are simply too far gone, too much of a force of evil hurting and draining actual innocents. And the best way to deal with scumbags like that is a bullet. He feels that some people don't deserve to live, and he's comfortable ending their lives. Judge, jury and executioner. Because no one else is going to kill these people and they deserve to die so that they can never hurt any victims again.

Of course all of this is kind of irrelevant in current canon since dc basically skipped over the reconciliation and development and went yeah Jason is a batfam member and he doesn't kill anymore. So currently in canon none of this conflict of ideals is likely to be addressed. But a lot of people are interested in writing fics that actually detail the steps of reconciliation which is great and I love those fics. I've just also noticed a trend of fumbling a little when it comes to Cass.

Because the root cause as to why they wouldn't get along is not just because Jason kills people. If Jason was a random crime lord Cass would probably try to help him get free of Gotham and start over somewhere else. Killing people and having conflicting emotions about it is the easiest way to get Cass willing to be your number one sponsor at murderer rehabilitation anonymous. It's Jason being someone personal to the family, and someone who believes that some deaths need to happen, as long as the person is sufficiently repulsive enough to Jason. Or even just as a means to an end to prove a larger point, if they're pathetic and evil enough. That's what would make Cass see red, because she projects herself on every single killer and Jason dismissing the possibility of redemption for them, writing them off as deserving of death, clashes fundamentally with not just everything Cass believes in, but also her whole sense of self. Of course it's not that deep for Jason like he's not going to believe Cass should die because she killed someone as a child. But for Cass is simply IS that deep and you throw in the fact that they're both Bruce's kids and yeah. They can maybe be civil in a room together with the family right up until one of them actually talks. Because like 99% of what they could say is guaranteed to touch a nerve for the other.

It's like: Damian says something hilarious and rude towards Jason and Jason jokes about that time he shot him and Cass immediately connects that with him not feeling bad about shooting Damian and starts grilling him as to why. Because Damian's Bruce's son? Or because he's a killer? Or just to get to the rest of the family? And Dick, Duke and Tim are so tired like Alfred cooked a nice meal can we all just eat pie for one night without having to listen to you two go at it.

Tim: I've literally shot you before do you think maybe we can cool it on fighting about Jason's personal ethics tonight. Because generally that ends with me in pain even if I do nothing but sit here.

Cass: You shot me with consent. Different.

Jason: How are you even more obnoxious than Bruce? Do you ever get tired of being so exhausting to be around with your bullshit righteousness?

Cass: If you're tired I can knock you out. Nice nap for you and fun for me.

Dick: And that's ten minutes in a room together before any threats of physical harm start flying around! Great job you two, a new personal record.

#dc #cassandra cain #batfam #dc rambles #jason todd #Ironically enough if Jason didn't focus on killing “bad” people #And instead was just a regular murderer with no greater point except Yeah I need this person to die as a means to an end #Cass is way more likely to look at him and go: Oh hell yes personal improvement project right here #Going up to Bruce like trust me dad he feels bad about killing that guy I saw his hand hesitate for 0.5 seconds before pulling the trigger #Whereas if Jason is like I'm killing this guy to prove a Point. The world is better off without him in it #Cass sees red like congratulations you triggered a solid 70 of her trauma buttons. Hope you like broken bones.

[rendevok]

Hiiii :D may i kindly request a narumitsu fluff doodle with Pess? Or perhaps phoenix playing with miles hair? Idk whatever you feel like doing. Love your art <3 the way you use colours.... effervescent.

Awww thanks so much!💜 You’ve certainly earned your prize with a request like this! Luckily for you, we can do both. Phoenix has two hands after all~

Thanks for the request ^u^

#asks #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #pess the dog #???? does pess have a tag bc i was about to ‘pess edgeworth’ her LOL #can you tell i love drawing dogs? bc i LOVE drawing dogs #also putting it out there i dont really have a singular hc for pess #however i love the borzoi hc bc they’re SHAPED to hell and back and i adore it #phoenix is in heaven right there like both hands occupied givin some love while also getting cuddles #does it get any better than that i mean really #this is quite the picture you’ve painted…. delightful. truly. #rendoodles

[chalkscrub]

babygirl doodles from a little while ago

#my art #oc #mockley #anthro #my favourite of the bunch is the top right #just kidding it's the one directly in the middle. the one that looks dumb #everyone will be glad to know that there are two wood pigeons nesting in our garden at the moment #making for a total of 3 ugly as hell muppet babies that i get to look at. they always pretend not to see me as if that makes them invisible #you're fresh out of luck baby pigeons. i will be gazing upon you lovingly until you move out #one pigeon is nesting in the grapevine and scared the absolute shit out of me by bursting out when i tried to harvest my beautiful grapes #i looooove late summer/early autumn. fruit season baybeeee. freakin apples and plums and damsons and pears and grapes and greengages baybee #anyone here ever tried a greengage???? probably the best fruit in the world and no one cares about it. SICKENING. #i assume most of my followers r from america and maybe don't have greengages but you should aim to try one at least once in your life #preferably after plucking it from the tree with your own hand. and also stealing it from someone else's tree #just kidding i would never advocate scrumping haha....unless....?