I Am So Sorry - Tumblr Posts

Christine, is this Erik?

"I mean, I suppose. I know I get irritable when overwhelmed myself....and he gets more so overwhelmed over silly things. Yet, I still kiss him on the cheek or the forehead, he seems to shut down." ((Idea for design lovingly stolen from @batslikedmytheatre https://www.tumblr.com/batslikedmytheatre/731945926808289280/inclined-to-say-a-flame-point-siamese-cat?source=

Anyways, CHRISTINE Debut. Enjoy ^^

Back on my Danny/Skylark thing I've done a few times

Danny: If I had a nickel for every time I've been chained up in the presence of a redhead named Vicky and a neglected kid named Timmy, I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

Vicki Vale: Do tell, this sounds like a scoop

Tim Drake: Yes, I'd also like to know why a singer is chained up before and why this is the first I've heard of it

“Well, it all started out when I went to this town called Dimmsdale. This was when we had just released ‘My Shiny Teeth and Me’.” Danny said as the kid, Tim, nodded as he listened closely. “One minute I was driving and the next thing I know a tree sprouted right in the middle of the road. Imagine driving and then a full-grown tree poofs into existence. Suffice it to say I crashed.”

“You know you shouldn't drink and drive right?” Tim said with the most deadpan expression.

“I was as sober as it gets. But anyway, I walked up to the house I crashed in front of and the person who answered the door was this teen named Vicky. Turns out she was crazy. She tied me to a bed with chains kinda crazy. Anyways, she was apparently babysitting this kid Timmy. It was the poor dude's birthday but apparently everyone forgot.”

“Where were his parents? And how did you escape?” Vicki asked. Looking like she was memorizing everything Danny was saying.

“The kid’s parents were at my concert. I don't know how but somehow the kid got ahold of my record handler. Saved my bacon. That situation was the basis of my song ‘Icky Vicky’.” Danny said. Just then one of the goons who kidnapped them came flying through the door followed my Night wing.

“Mr. Skylark, Mr. Wayne, Miss Vale. Are you all okay?” Nightwing asked as he finished tying up the goon and came over to free everyone.

“It's a Monday.” Tim said with a glare causing Danny to laugh.

“I don't know Timmy. I think it was quite captivating.” Danny laughed as Tim groaned at the pun and Nightwing chuckled.

“Well, I'm sorry for the wait. I was a little tied up.” Nightwing replied.

“Hay. You cut my rope so I'll give you some slack.” Danny grinned as he stood up.

“Well. As interesting as this was I for one am ready to get out of here. Mr. Skylark? Here's my card. If at all I would like to set up a proper interview with you.” Vicki said before walking out.

That night Chip Skylark debuted his new song. ‘Interview in Chains’. And the next morning Danny's record agency received a call from one Vicki Vale.

when i tell you i need help-

i used no references. this was all fueled by how mentally ill i am over the show finally coming out

@skyward-floored - I don't know... that could be pretty fetastic on the battlefield. You never know what it could brieng into the equation! It is pretty sharp, after all!

I used AI to make myself black. It's unfair how much more attractive it makes me.

This is the kind of things I draw when my anxiety is hitting the roof. I don't know whether to apologize or not for creating whatever this is. Um, enjoy?

Omg I'm sorry! I should have fact checked before, sorry! >

i will always remember this day as the day god cheated on me 

He is beauty,

He is grace,

HE TOOK A CLEAVER TO THE FACE.

I thought Mary & Annie were cradling a loaf of bread 😭😭😭

i’ll never recover

Brain puzzling out ULTRAKILL character pronouns:

“Okay, if V1 is it/they, V2 is she/it (because you like that one person’s headcanon), and Mirage is she/her… is Gabriel he/hymn?”

Immediately afterwards: “ok now is time for sleep, Tired.”

consider it done @silentprincessandsweethibiscus

Forgive me, this isn’t an insult, but rather what immediately came to mind when seeing this

I like how the Puppet actually has quite thin hands, but whatever I go to draw them, I just immediately do something like this

Ray: Used to be bestfriends then you fucked my MOM!

Sky looking at Ray in shock: Go we supposed to be cool when you fucked my MOM!

Hera blushing: Why are you doing this?

Ray: We were playing 2k just like any other day and you texting this chick a baddy slim thick!

Hera and sky looking absolutely shook:

Ray getting aggressive: AND YOU SAID THAT SHE HAD THE GORILLA GRIP I SAID "OH she bad, yeah that's cap then show me a pic"!

Ray aggressively crying: ITS WAS FROM MY FAMILY VACATION IN XXXX! HOW YOU NOT KNOW I WAS IN THE BACKGROUND!

.......

Hey....How y'all doin?

That last made Blitz laugh, and although there was some grief in the sound, there was also the inevitable shedding of pain; that was why friendship was so damn important, after all. Just to talk to each other, to acknowledge the things that hurt, to validate each other, sometimes that was enough to get someone through the darkest times. He watched Roth for a moment, then nodded and finally looked back at the bartender, behaving himself. Blitz ordered a drink, and once it was in his hand, he took a long sip, then nodded towards Roth's glass.

"Can I get your next? Absinthe, right? Stolas drinks that... buuuut this probably isn't the time to talk about him. He's--free. Of me. Doing his own shit now, and maybe--maybe someday we'll figure ourselves out. But until then? No more dwelling. And you're right, maybe I should take pride in living in their heads rent-free," he added with a quiet little snort of amusement, although deep down he wasn't so sure this was the kind of thing to really take pride in. Still, it felt good to just hang out and vibe with his friend, and he reached out with his tail to tap against Roth's leg, just the briefest little friendly gesture, meant to reassure and to thank.

"So, you don't follow Verosika for the music, huh? Totally follow her for the plot?" Blitz grinned and turned on the seat so he could face Roth better, tucking one leg up under himself. "You should go for it, man. Try flirting with her. She's--maybe a petty, jealous, stalking bitch, but she's more than that. She's pretty great. And maybe I'm fucking biased here, but I think you're pretty great, so, you know. If you're into that, you should totally tell her. Maybe someone like you, with some common fucking sense, would be good for her.

"I mean," he looked down at his drink, smiling a little more sadly now, "you're good for me, and we're not even dating." Blitz took another swallow, then looked back over. "How have you been though? What have you been up to? Are you like--are you okay these days?"

Sympathy on call, Roth listened to every word of Blitzo’s story. Bohemian in taste, Roth consumed Absinthe prepared by the French method.

To Roth, The Imp struck him as having thick skin. Blitzo was a killer, an assassin free of scruples. Yet, the pain was all over The Imp’s face. Though soused, Roth couldn’t ignore it. He’s seen that face in the mirror. Every. Time.

If this was anyone, Roth would find the humor in the situation. Laughing the pain away. Seeing the absurdity and stupidity of it. Yet, comedy was hard to summon. After all, Blitz was his friend and laughter wasn’t the medicine.

Surprisingly, Roth knew who Dennis was through Gehenna policy. They were instructed to never give rides to Dennis. To always ignore Dennis. To never help Dennis. To run over Dennis when the opportunity presents itself. Not surprising, considering Gehenna bans certain people from using their lustrous service. Just, Roth wasn’t sure ( or can remember ) what Dennis even did.

Just that everyone hated him. It was tradition. Yet, considering what Dennis was doing with Blitz, that policy was justified.

Taking communion from his glass, Roth’s eyes studied Blitzo. He answers candidly.

“Yeah, everyone. I learned through Sinstagram. I uh . . . follow Verosika. I don’t care about the music, not my style.”

Roth confessed, knowing he followed Verosika out of lust and attraction. Sure, he doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell with her. But hey, he can dream on.

“I saw the selfies and learned about the party. Yeah, I think it’s overdone and serves no therapy. It’s like- scratching open a scab, making it bleed.”

That’s how Roth felt about the party and attendants. The way Roth carried his hatred seemed downright righteous and mature compared to Verosika. Sure, that’s from a friend’s biased perspective. Yet again. The scab analogy carried enough weight.

“Well . . .  what can you do? Just move on, leave them to their hate and shit. Besides, you should take pride my man. You live in their heads rent free.”

Those words hit harder than maybe Elsa meant for them to. As he listened, Blitz's eyes widened and his tail drooped a little. The way Elsa spoke of the sister who had presumably died long ago was warm and loving, but the grief? The grief.

For an immortal to love any mortal at all, whether they were family or not, and to be left living on without them--carrying memories, loving ghosts... to have the entire world change without them... Was that what he was going to do to Stolas?

The assassin got up and walked away a few paces, hands on his hips. tail starting to swish. "Do you ever--would it be--I don't..." Sighing in disgust at himself, he pressed a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes. "Is it better? For immortals. Better if you don't have to--if those of us who are just going to die... just stay away? So you don't have to... remember us?" He had just taken the conversation completely off topic and he knew it, but it was too late to turn it back now.

"He reminds me of my sister, Anna. I miss her. Her love could hold up the world. Sometimes I think it did because nothing feels the same without her. So it's wonderful when I can feel that warmth in others. I hope Peter gets all of the good things you hope for him. He deserves happiness."

Oh my god 50 notes (minus my own)?

I'm a Tumblr star! :]

I MADE SHITTY EDITED YFM PFPS

1. Raver Deejay 🥳👾❤🧡💛💚💙💜

2. Femboy Benetar 💝😸🧚‍♂️✨️✨️✨️

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Should I make more?

i am so sorry in advance for all the active tumblr users who will have to deal with people who have never been on here trying to use it like it's twitter

Hector died knowing his wife would be raped and his son would be killed, and that in a way it was his fault for not being strong enough.

Kayne as a catboy? Call that “Nyah-lathotep”.