Blankey - Blankey

TALK TO YOUR OCS

I know, it sounds fucking silly, but if you just imagine yourself talking with them, and ask them questions, their answers will just come to you. You will make progress using this technique. It sounds stupid, but IT WORKS

Steph: So who would you say is the pretty brother amongst the four of you?

Tim: Oh Dick for sure

Dick: Aww, thank you <3

Jason: Actually... If we're talkin' man pretty than yeah, it's Dick, but if we're talkin' pretty pretty, Damian

Tim: Really??

Jason: Yeah put a wig on him and his basically his mom.

Dick:

Tim:

Dick and Tim: Oh my god...

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Damian, simply just minding his own business in his room with Jon

Dick, Jason and Tim busting through his bedroom door: Damian we need you to put on a wig it's important!

Damian: Excuses me!?

Jon quietly to himself simply trying his best to keep his laughter inside: holy shit..

Would I be able to use this as a prompt for a fic? I am having a vision and I think I'm seeing your vision

Klance as if "pining loser X cool guy" except both of them think the other is the cool one

Some Wayne gala fits for the boys! I saw something similar by @fallen-jpg and wanted to do some of my own lol

Ps… I’m not good with backgrounds lol and I made Damian much older cause I didn’t want to draw a kid …

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

did you know that every time you try to scold a sex-repulsed or sex-averse ace for existing with "aspec people can like sex!" your lifespan shortens by 5 whole months and your demise gets even more fire involved