i wrote a one-shot and am too lazy to put it on tumblr, but you can check it out on ao3 here: right outside the door
“The average person thinks about the Roman Empire every day” factoid is a statistical error. Tumblr users in March -
you guys were hungry for some dick grayson content, weren’t you
editing is so fun. I'm learning what the story I wrote is about
sometimes after you learn what your story is about, you resolve to write a thematically appropriate sequel. this, unfortunately, means you have another section to edit, and now your story means two things. maybe more. imagine.
This post understands editing like nobody else. Everybody else delete your blogs. I want to be alone with OP so we can talk.
Neil and the cats! Next up is Andrew🐈
I have an agenda to get Sam in pink clothes that fit her style
“magic isnt real” — plants just grow out of the ground. for free. everywhere.
"It doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works."
-Terry Pratchett
A 2017 classic updated for the new game.
Finished + sketch + color test
you won't ever know how obsessively did i work on this fanart
Kindergarteners will be so proud of themselves for being able to draw a triangle. My GPU can draw tens of thousands of those in a second. You are not special.
You can run Doom on 12000 kindergarteners wired together
dick got a new apartment. but at what cost
Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled
patrolling 🥰
The King's Men - Chapter Fourteen
"Coach Wymack, talk some sense into your team," Browning says. "Neil," Wymack says, and Nathaniel lifts his stare to look over Andrew at Wymack. Nathaniel has seen that look on his face only once before, when Wymack tried putting him back together after Christmas. It is the look of a man made ancient by his players' tragedies; it is the look of a man who'd have their backs no matter what it cost him. Nathaniel feels wretched for causing that expression again but infinitely comforted by Wymack's unhesitating support. "Talk to me. What do you want?" Nathaniel swallows hard against an unexpected lump in his throat. His words come out so jagged they all had to go quiet to understand him. "I want—I know I shouldn't stay, but I can't—I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose any of you. I don't want to be Nathaniel anymore. I want to be Neil for as long as I can." "Good," Wymack says. "I'd have a hell of a time fitting 'Wesninski' on a jersey." Browning rubs at his temples. "I would like a word with you." "About?" "Your willingness to put your players in considerable danger, for one." "Giving up on Neil now goes against everything we are," Wymack says. "I'm game to argue with you about it for as long as it takes, but not if it means using up Neil's allotted time. That's not fair to any of them." Andrew tugs Nathaniel's hoodie and says in German, "Get rid of them before I kill them." "They're waiting for answers," Nathaniel says. "They were never able to charge my father while he was alive. They're hoping I know enough to start decimating his circle in his absence. I'm going to give them the truth, or as much of it as I can without telling them my father was acting on someone's orders. Do you want to be there for it? It's the story I should have given you months ago." "I have to go," Andrew says. "I don't trust them to give you back."
Holy shit kids, daylight savings in America is TOMORROW. I was blissfully unaware so if you too were blissfully unaware, here's your terrible awakening. Remember to set your clocks forward and be prepared for your cats to be mad about it.