A Comic I Did For @kaeyazine On Twitter! Musings About Kaeya's Past, Present, And Future. (Fully Platonic/no

Dick Grayson they could never make me hate you <333

Alfred: So you have twelve apples and your child asks for six. What do you have?

Bruce, tearing up: A child.

Bruce and dick

EYES. I was working on how I wanted to make all their character designs unique to me lately, and decided to start with their eyes cause it’s a big part of their designs, but also one of the simpler ones. I’m planning on doing everyone else as well at some point in the future.

when i was a kid, a new family moved into our neighborhood. my parents wanted to welcome them, so my dad made a bowl of salsa and went over with my mom to introduce themselves. the husband of the new family was very excited when he got the salsa—he was a professional chef and as such no one ever made food for him because they always assumed he’d think is was bad, just because he was a good cook.

the moral of the story: give your artist friends art! give your writing friends writing! and give your chef friends food! even if they’re “better” at it than you. i can assure you that they’ll love it regardless because it came from you.

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65169295

“Sir Kaeya,” Diluc calls.

His brother doesn’t look up. If anything, he curls further in on himself, shoulders hunching as he sucks in a shuddering breath. Upon closer inspection, Diluc can see faint traces of frost dancing along his fingertips—a side-effect of his vision, no doubt.

“Kaeya,” Diluc tries again, gentler this time. He sets the glass of wine beside his brother with a gentle clink, debating with himself on whether or not he should take a seat. “What happened?”

“You’ve already heard.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

After my little trip into my unfinished file yesterday- I found this partially lined thing- so I finished it-

This had to have come out of one of my midnight drawing ventures- because I do not remember it or why I drew it, nor do I remember the story behind it. (It might have had to do with when Dick's not around but I really have no clue.)

doomed family

Whats this? My once a month post??? Its a miracle

Also, I have learned chewing on the tip of your Apple Pencil makes the tip not work, which makes drawing very hard, do not recommend.

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54525688

Charlie eyes him like she’s trying to pick him apart with her gaze, scanning his body all the way down to his dress shoes before settling back on his face again.

“Where…” she swallows roughly, throat bobbing. It’s clear she doesn’t know where she wants to take her sentence. “Where were you, Al?”

Alastor stills, the obvious note of concern in her voice catching him off-guard. When he stays silent for a beat too long, Charlie plows onward, hands gesturing frantically as she tries to convey her point.

“It’s just—the shield just went down really suddenly, and none of us knew what to do because we never thought that would happen, and then Pentious—” she shakes her head once, blinking back traitorous tears, “Pentious sacrificed himself, and I wanted to check up on you because I know you’d never leave unless something really bad had happened, but then my dad came to fight Adam and I just…”

Her voice tapers off, a fat tear dripping off the crest of her chin and smattering onto the hardwood floor below. Charlie sniffles, trying to wipe the streak away with the back of her hand.

“I was worried,” she finishes finally, staring at him with such earnestness that it makes Alastor’s stomach churn. “You were—you were just gone.”